C9 Osmotic blood

The Daoist Priest's movements became somewhat slow, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down from his head. In this cold winter, the Daoist Priest's Daoist robe had already been soaked in water. Even his footsteps were a bit disorderly.

The Daoist originally wanted to ask if his master was alright, but he suddenly remembered his master's warning not to disturb him when he was laying down the seal. The moment he was distracted, the consequences would be unimaginable, and as the Daoist held onto the Mo Dou thread, his body was trembling, the sound coming from the coffin became more and more intense, his fingernails scratching the coffin, giving off the feeling that he would soon scratch through the coffin. Soon after, the zombie jumped out, tearing himself to pieces …

As if the person inside the coffin was violently struggling, the little Daoist couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the coffin while helping his Master draw the line. He saw that, for some reason, black and red blood seeped out from the bottom of the coffin and dripped onto the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, the little Daoist felt his heart tremble. He did not know whether he should remind his master that something had happened in the coffin.

After struggling for a while, the little Daoist found that the blood seeping under the coffin was suddenly increasing in number and gurgling out of it. However, the blood only seeped out from his side and his master didn't seem to have any. "There's blood oozing out from the coffin …"

The old Daoist immediately lowered his head and looked at the coffin, this look did not matter, the old Daoist was so scared that he sucked in a breath of cold air, and very quickly, the old Daoist stood up, his expression turned fierce, and said to the coffin: "Old Lady Wang, as a cultivator, after you die, you will not be reincarnated in the Underworld, but instead, you want to stay and do evil. Then don't blame me for not sparing you any face, and breaking your soul into pieces!"

With that, the old Daoist took out a yellow paper talisman from his sleeve and chanted an incantation. With a slight shake, the yellow paper talisman immediately combusted, and in an instant, the old Daoist slammed the yellow paper talisman onto the coffin, and with a "boom" sound, a golden light flashed and the yellow paper talisman became like a needle that could freeze the sea, suppressing the evil being within the coffin. The coffin stopped trembling, and there was no sound of nails scratching the coffin.

"Don't panic. There are still a dozen or so Mo Dou threads left. As long as everything goes well, Lady Wang in the coffin won't be able to think of any more." The old Daoist comforted the young Daoist.

The little Daoist nodded his head repeatedly, but his forehead was covered in sweat from fright.

"Let's continue!" The old Daoist took a deep breath and once again picked up the Mo Dou box. He then continued to draw lines on the coffin.

However, just when they were about to finish the four or five Mo Dou wires, a change suddenly occurred. Suddenly, a strong wind started howling in the courtyard, like the howling of wild wolves, and the howling sounds continued without end, blowing open the tightly shut door. A strange whirlwind entered the room, bringing with it numerous flying leaves, which caused the Master and disciple to lose their eyesight.

What worried the two of them even more was that a strong wind suddenly blew past, and the incense in the incense burner became even brighter. The speed of combustion was extremely fast, and it looked as if it was about to burn its head.

When the old Daoist saw this situation, he exclaimed in a low voice, "Not good, boy. Hurry up with me and try to break all the seals before the incense burns out!"

As he said this, the old Taoist's movements sped up and he started waving the Mo Dou box frequently. At this time, an even more horrifying scene took place, as a group of ghosts had suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Each of them had a ferocious look on their faces as they stormed towards the house, mixed with poisonous insects, snakes, and scorpions.

The more anxious the old Daoist got, the more unforeseen events occurred. He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and said, "This humble Taoist is doing this; otherwise, this old Daoist will destroy his soul and never reincarnate!"

However, he didn't know what method that old granny Wang used when she was still alive to attract this group of wandering ghosts. This old Daoist's threat was completely useless, and those wild ghosts still swarmed over.

Seeing the old Daoist's expression turn ruthless, he lifted up the Mo Dou box in one hand and threw the yellow paper talismans in his sleeve high up into the air. They flew out of the room and blocked the door.

The yellow paper talismans exploded at the door and turned into balls of flying ash. However, the flying ash did not land on the ground and instead turned into several gale barriers blocking the entrance, preventing the group of lone soul wild ghosts and countless poisonous bugs from entering the room.

However, the barrier was struck by so many ghosts that it seemed to be on the verge of collapse. In the blink of an eye, the barrier shattered. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, all of the barriers would collapse.

It was unknown whether the old Daoist was too anxious, or used too much strength, or some other reason. In short, the Mo Dou line suddenly broke, and the last two Mo Dou lines did not hit the coffin.

However, when he turned his head to look at the censer, he immediately stopped all his movements and sighed dejectedly, "What a powerful old granny Wang. Even after her death, she was still scheming so many things. "It seems like I won't be able to accept you today …"

When the Daoist heard this, he quickly asked, "Master …" Is there any other way? "

"Yes!" The old Daoist answered with certainty: "Disciple, take the blue talisman Master gave you and quickly leave this place. I will hold onto this blue talisman for several years, and when you hold it, no ghosts will dare to approach you, remember! "After you leave, you must not turn back, and you must not come back here. Even if I have to perish together with that old granny Wang, I must not let it go out to harm people's lives!"

"Master! I'm not leaving! "

"Let's go!" Otherwise, I won't recognize you as my disciple! "

The moment the old Daoist said this, a burst of strange laughter suddenly came out from the coffin, like the sound of a broken gong.