"You stand here and don't walk around, I'll come back after seeing the situation."

Meng Fan took out a yellow talisman from his arms.

The Samadhi True Fire Talisman drawn by Master Zhong Fabai.

To be honest, the various magical instruments and talisman papers that Qiu Sheng carries, combined with this talisman, can keep everyone safe as long as they don’t commit suicide by themselves.

"Senior brother, then you..."

Qiu Sheng wanted to speak but stopped.

"Don't follow me. If you haven't come back for too long, you can immediately take someone back to find your uncle until the daytime."

After saying that, Meng Fan quickly walked towards the sudden appearance of the corpse-driving inn, looking very confident.

After all, he was holding the god talisman in his hand.

At a critical moment, Emperor Guan can’t even protect himself? What a joke.

Anyway, Meng Fan is not afraid of danger, but he never fights unprepared wars.

Watching his senior brother step into the fog alone and gradually drifting away, Qiu Sheng sighed in his heart. He wanted to know what strange scenery there was in this suddenly appeared building.

Next to him, Awei was not curious and urged Qiu Sheng to send you some self-defense items.

"Lu,Lu,Lu!"

"Phice, pheasant, pheasant!"

When approaching the mysterious stone building, Meng Fan heard a clearer voice and a word emerged in his mind:

Hulu drinks pheasant.

Two big red lanterns hung high above their heads.

The door is boiling and full of heaven.

A squeak.

The wooden door was pushed open.

Once Meng Fan becomes curious, it will be difficult to turn back, and his instinct has not sent any warning.

I am fully prepared now. If I don’t have the courage to explore the unknown, what else can I ask for?

"Open!" "Push!"

"I won, please bring the deeds and ten Yin soldiers."

There were endless sounds of slapping the table, shouting, and the sound of dice shaking and colliding.

"Where does the guest come from?"

A sinister laughter came from the vicinity.

A man in blue paper with blush salutes.

In Meng Fan's opinion, this etiquette was strange. He held his hands together. Although the paper man had no heart, he still pressed it on his chest and heart.

However, the meaning is understandable, undoubtedly expressing friendship. Otherwise, it is necessary to put your hands in your heart?

"Maoshan disciple."

Meng Fan did not recognize this ceremony, but he was not frightened and responded directly with his fists.

In fact, paper people perform a hand-to-hand ceremony, which requires the hand-to-hand ceremony to be crossed (another name of the heart of the ancients). In the Tang, Five Dynasties and Song dynasties, they were very popular etiquettes. They were simple and refreshing to behave, but they were respectful and strong.

This is what Meng Fan, who has been separated from modern times for thousands of years, knows that he is expressing his kindness to himself when he sees this etiquette.

"It turned out to be Zhengyidao."

The paper man laughed constantly: "This place was originally a place where the Taoist corpse was stopped. It was abandoned during the Daoguang period. My master came to the mood and asked the underworld for it and set up a gambling house."

"Dao Master wants to come and have fun?"

The round eyes were pitch black, without a single white eye, and it looked strangely cunning.

"I won't bet."

Meng Fan answered truthfully, his tone was plain, but he thought to himself:

Ursal?

No wonder the old ghosts on the gambling table saw that they were wearing apricot yellow robe and didn't react any way and didn't even bother to lift their butts.

It turns out that the owner here has a very strong relationship.

As the saying goes: The background is the sky.

If you have the ability to lean against the underworld, it will be almost the same, so you can't take it lightly.

What's more, the ghosts sitting here and playing are more fierce than the other. The female ghosts of the Qing Dynasty with cultivation like Dong Xiaoyu are only suitable for serving tea and pouring water.

"Little brother, come, someone teaches you."

"Although the world changes, the national treasures cannot be lost. This general just lacks individuals for this table."

A burly and strong man in ancient armor waved his hand, and the two sitting with him dressed in old peasants and literati respectively, with a seat empty.

"Since it's a bet, there must be a win or lose, how do you discuss it?"

One is not smoking, two is not addicted to alcohol, three is not gambling.

This kind of good man is talking about Meng Fan.

However, playing dice with a group of ghosts of mysterious origin is also novel.

Without showing his fear, he walked over and sat down, looking at three gambling friends with a terrifying aura.

"We will not bear your life."

The ghost general stretched out the palm-shaped slap of the palm-shaped fan and patted Meng Fan on the shoulder: "Relax."

"It's not about inheritance, either."

The old farmer smiled honestly and added: "The Taoist priest of Maoshan is the most difficult to deal with. He beats the younger ones and comes to the older ones."

"In addition, you can collect any magic weapon, and you also need Maoshan jade pendant." The literati said calmly and lightly: "Of course, we will also bring out similar things that are unanimously recognized by everyone."

I respect Maoshan, and I don’t do anything at the same time, and I’m not afraid of it. I even dare to accept inherited items that symbolize the identity of Maoshan disciples.

To be honest, Meng Fan became more and more curious about where these ghosts came from.

“How to play?”

“It’s very simple.”

Aki Sheng and others who were guarding the distance never expected that the senior brother passed by with a serious face, but ended up playing dice. To be more precise, it was called:

Five woods.

Similar to ginkgo, the middle is square, with pointed ends, each with black sides dyed black and white on both sides. Some black sides are carved with the pattern of "calf" (calf) and some white sides are carved with the pattern of "pheasant" (pheasant).

If you send five pieces at each position, you can throw ten arrangements and combinations to calculate the plan.

Lu: Five trees are all black, with sixteen pieces of funds.

Pheasant: Two pheasants and three black, fourteen sets of scores.

Calf: Two calfs and three whites, ten goals.

White: Five trees are all white, with eight plans.

These four types are called precious colors, and there are six types of miscellaneous colors: open, plug, tower, bald, stick, and pound.

The rules are indeed simple.

There are several tables next to it that are also playing this, and there are other ways to play, such as hall seals, green oil, and wine star... I have to sigh that these scary old ghosts are really good at playing.

"Little Taoist, for the first time you play, give the bet first. Let's watch and take care of the younger generation."

Is this a test of whether our family is thick?

Meng Fan guessed in his heart and took out a stack of talisman paper from his arms. The top was the talisman of asking for the gods.

Looking at the name of Emperor Guan Sheng, the three old ghosts at the table were frightened and said to each other:

"Please don't accept the gods."

"Okay." Meng Fan put it away.

He just took it out and shocked it. He was not stupid enough to bet with the talismans written about the name of the Emperor, because this was purely a corrupt impression point.

"A golden talisman."

Judging from this formation, it is the background of the underworld, the thousand-year-old ghost, the ordinary corpse-control talisman, and the Liujia evil-removing talisman, which cannot be reached at all.

Meng Fan simply took out the treasured materials he used, and just drew the Samadhi True Fire Talisman as the color head.

"Not bad." The ghost general commented seriously.

Then, he raised his hand and took off the black tiger-headed beast on his arm and swallowed his shoulders, introducing: "When he was alive, he beheaded more than 30 levels when he besieged Talas City. He was full of evil spirits and could suppress all evil spirits."

It is really an inexplicable paradox that a ghost general actually said that his shoulder guards can suppress all evil spirits.

But the amount of information revealed in the words is quite large.

Dashi? It seems to be the unique name of the Tang Dynasty for the Arab Empire...

A Tang army general!
Chapter completed!