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"Incredible! If this immortal technique is mastered, it will absolutely sweep across the entire Dou Qi Continent!"
The old doctor's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen an invincible road to success.
"Little fellow, with the immortal techniques already in place, there's no need to practice the Burning Technique anymore!"
Xiao Yan: ? ? ?
Chapter 173 The Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation! A sudden bolt of lightning strikes! Ghost messengers arrive! King Yama, as if plunged into an ice cave!
Maoshan Soul Palace.
After Ning Chen left...
Uncle Nine sat in the main seat and said:
"To be honest, fellow disciples, all the ghosts have come out now."
If they aren't captured and handed over to the underworld...
Soon the place will be haunted, and that will be troublesome.
However, catching so many ghosts is not something I can do alone.
The twenty-three Taoist priests present all nodded in agreement.
The round-faced Taoist priest looked worried and asked Shi Jian:
"Senior brother, this matter is not easy. What are your thoughts, senior brother?"
Shi Jian asked, "Who orchestrated this?"
Uncle Nine stood up, cupped his hands, and said:
"They are my two good-for-nothing apprentices, Wencai and Qiusheng."
"It wasn't intentional, it was just a moment of carelessness on their part..."
Shi Jian raised his hand to interrupt him, and said coldly:
"Can we shirk responsibility for the failure of our teachers simply by saying 'carelessness'?"
"You invited me here today, do you want me to shoulder this burden for you too?"
Wencai and Qiusheng were indignant to see their master being harassed.
But they dared not speak out in response, fearing it would make their master's situation even more awkward.
Uncle Nine sighed softly:
"Senior Brother, I have already discussed this with the other disciples."
We plan to use the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation to capture these ghosts, and then hand them over to the underworld.
"Since we've already discussed it, why should I make the decision?"
Shi Jian, with a stern face and an impatient expression, said...
"You invited me here specifically so that I could lure the ghosts into the formation?"
Uncle Nine said, "Of course not, I'm just asking for Senior Brother's opinion."
“One person does the work, one person takes the blame. The trouble was caused by your apprentices, so let them be the bait.”
Shi Jian waved his hand and left his seat.
"You guys handle this yourselves, I have other important matters to attend to."
Uncle Nine looked somewhat helpless.
After a brief discussion, they decided on the time and location for the 160-fold Innate Eight Trigrams Formation.
……
The streets and alleys late at night.
"Tofu!"
"Stinky tofu!"
Wencai carried two loads of stinky tofu on his shoulders.
Qiu Sheng was hawking his wares from the side.
"Tell me, why should we be the bait?"
Wen Cai put down his load and said breathlessly.
"Nonsense, we caused this mess, who else would we have sent?"
Qiu Sheng gave him a hard knock on the head.
"This tofu looks like the most ordinary tofu, is it really effective?"
"That's nonsense. This tofu is made with not only soybeans, but also red beans."
"What does this mean?"
"How stupid! No wonder Junior Uncle doesn't like you. This is called a bean within a bean; if a ghost eats it, it will tremble all over..."
"Uh... wait a minute."
"Don't interrupt me, or the ghost will be easier to catch."
After Qiu Sheng finished speaking, he saw Wen Cai staring intently behind him with a look of terror on his face.
When he turned around, he saw countless pale faces shrouded in ghostly energy.
That chill suddenly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!
"Run!"
Qiu Sheng grabbed Wen Cai, who was frozen in fear, and they started running like madmen.
The two ran to the desolate countryside.
Uncle Nine and many Maoshan Taoists were already waiting in place.
The moment all the ghosts stepped into this place,
The golden talisman lit up instantly, and the Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation was activated.
A golden barrier rose from the open space, trapping the ghost.
Then came the one-sided arrest.
Uncle Nine took out a wine jar, the round-faced Taoist priest took out a yellow talisman umbrella, and someone else took out a magic flag.
It unleashed a powerful suction force, drawing the ghost into it.
As the last ghost was collected into the wine jar
Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief and removed the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation.
However, the next moment,
A blue lightning bolt suddenly ripped across the night sky.
Boom!
The lightning struck precisely the magical artifacts in everyone's hands.
The wine jar in Uncle Nine's hand shattered with a crash.
He himself was also thrown backward by the shock.
When I gritted my teeth and stood up,
Uncle Nine was shocked to see that the magic flags in his fellow disciples' hands were broken and the talisman umbrellas were shattered.
Countless ghosts scattered and fled...
"Master, it's all over now, what should we do?"
"Why did the weather suddenly turn into thunder and lightning when everything was perfectly fine?"
Wencai and Qiusheng were ashen-faced and didn't know what to do.
Uncle Nine looked up at the sky and saw that the moonlight was bright and clear, without a single thundercloud.
He frowned and muttered to himself, "Thunder magic..."
On Maoshan Mountain, there is only one person who is proficient in thunder magic, and that is his senior brother, Shi Jian.
After returning to my residence.
Uncle Nine sighed softly and said:
"I originally intended to capture the ghost and hand it over to the underworld officials."
But now a thunderbolt struck, and the ghosts scattered.
It's impossible to catch them again.
"Master, what do we do now?"
"That's right, without ghosts, there's no way to explain things to the underworld."