Chapter 136

"Eh?"

Seeing Wang Daoxuan's operation, Consultant Lu of the carriage guild was clearly surprised.

He pinched the magic formula, and divine light flickered in his pupils, clearly having opened the eye-supernatural power, able to see through the wind and snow to see the scene in the ruins.

Tie Shigu, the president of the foot guild beside him, although he didn't like this Consultant Lu, couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Mr. Lu, what's the situation over there?"

Consultant Lu nodded, "The information they gave me said this Daoist Wang's reputation in Xianyang City was average, but it seems that's not the case now."

"The Snake Ghost Granny interfered with witchcraft snakes, but her information is estimated to be wrong. I didn't expect this Daoist Wang to also be proficient in curse techniques. If I'm not mistaken, it's the 'Seven Arrows Secret Curse'."

"This Daoist Wang obtained the other party's aura but didn't rush to cast the curse, instead preparing first, unhurriedly—he already has a certain bearing."

"In a Mystic Sect magical duel, the level of the technique is secondary; staying calm in the face of danger and having a cool head is the key to victory."

"Hmm, not bad."

Tie Shigu's eyes lit up, "Does that mean he's sure to win?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Consultant Lu shook his head, "The Snake Ghost Granny is notorious, skilled in hiding, and has escaped the Law Enforcement Hall several times, so she's naturally extraordinary."

"But curse techniques are the most unreasonable. It depends on whether the Snake Ghost Granny can break Wang Daoxuan's Dharma altar in advance..."

Just as he was explaining to everyone, the Snake Ghost Granny in the ruins had a slight change in expression, noticing something wrong.

She couldn't care about continuing to cast spells, but immediately took out a tortoise shell, stuffed copper coins into it, pinched the formula, chanted, and shook it a few times before sprinkling it out fiercely.

Clatter!

Clatter!

The speed was fast, and she sprinkled it six times in a row.

This was the Gold Coin Divination. Heads were Yin, tails were Yang. Shaking it six times in a row yielded six lines, an ancient divination technique.

This was the true magical duel.

The origin of sorcery was originally used for eliminating disasters and avoiding difficulties, with a set of universal procedures: divination first, taboos second, and finally disaster relief.

Magical duels between sorcerers were also like this.

Many times, both sides set up altars far apart, unable to see each other. Once they discovered something wrong, divination became the method of judgment.

At this time, the wind and snow were quite heavy, coupled with the vast darkness and the obstruction of broken walls, it was no different from a long-distance magical duel.

"Water over Lake, trapped—great disaster!"

The Snake Ghost Granny's expression was ugly, and she immediately had a guess.

Her magical duel had just begun, so how did it become a great disaster?

If there was no external force, it was because she had revealed a flaw just now.

It was those witchcraft snakes!

The other party was using an extremely fierce curse technique!

"Xiong Baodong, you've ruined me!"

The Snake Ghost Granny roared, then bit her tongue, pinched the magic formula, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the black jar in front of her.

Whoosh~

In an instant, Yin wind rose all around.

Xiong Baodong, who heard the roar in the distance, frowned slightly and sneered, "This old ghost woman must have caught the plague. When did I ruin her?"

Liu Wenchen beside him smiled awkwardly, "Perhaps the information we collected is wrong. In a sorcerer's magical duel, sometimes a misjudgment can lead to danger."

Saying this, he whispered, "Gang Leader Xiong, this Snake Ghost Granny is poisonous and vengeful. We must be careful in the future..."

"Hmm."

Xiong Baodong nodded expressionlessly, couldn't help but grope the Eight Trigrams jade plate on his chest, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He lived in Chang'an and had done many evil things, never lacking lives in his hands, and many people had been forced to ruin their families by him, so he was naturally cautious.

This jade plate was something he had spent a lot of money and entrusted many relationships to ask for from the Shangshan sect, making it difficult for evil ghosts to get close.

With this treasure, combined with his hard-body martial arts, he could crush a sorcerer to death as soon as he got close.

It seems this old ghost woman can't be kept after today...

Just as Xiong Baodong was pondering, the Snake Ghost Granny had already succeeded in casting the spell, and the Yin wind grew stronger, rolling up the wind and snow, forming a whirlwind around the Dharma altar.

At the same time, several black jars in front shook with a clatter.

Afterward, tiny hands and feet appeared on the snowy ground, as if many infants were crawling on the ground.

The cold air rolled back, and frost began to condense on the ghost granny's Dharma altar.

"Behave."

The Snake Ghost Granny glared, grinning viciously, "Little ones, go eat that Daoist's soul, I'll feed you incense, otherwise you'll be burned by corpse candles for three days."

"Go!"

Saying this, she shrieked and pointed forward with a pinched formula.

Whoosh~

In an instant, the Yin wind wrapped in wind and snow lifted waves of snow on the ground, rushing toward Wang Daoxuan from all directions.

Wang Daoxuan's expression remained unchanged, waving the peach wood sword to knock on the wandering soul jar in front, and simultaneously waving the Dharma flag.

"Everyone, protect me!"

Several black smokes flew out of the wandering soul jar instantly, and the Yin wind also rose, rolling together with the incoming snow waves.

The wind howled, and the wailing of infants and fierce ghosts could be heard even by the ordinary martial world people on both sides, and everyone's faces turned abnormal.

Although there were many members of the Mystic Sect in Chang'an, they were inconspicuous when scattered in the crowd. Many of these gang members were seeing a sorcerer's magical duel for the first time.

Such a bizarre scene made their hearts feel cold.

These Yin soldiers of Wang Daoxuan were all collected in the cold altar temple in Shangzhou, all fierce Chang soldiers, offered incense day and night, and had already been subdued.

To be honest, they were slightly stronger than the ancestor soldiers of ordinary sects, but there were too many infant ghosts, so both sides fought to a draw.

Neither could do anything to the other.

Seeing the infant ghosts blocked, the Snake Ghost Granny also became ruthless.

She felt pain in her heart and took out a small white porcelain doll from her bosom, tied with a red rope, only the size of a palm, snow-white, and very exquisitely made.

This was a disaster-blocking doll she obtained after killing and robbing, made by a painter from another state, which could be used to block a curse technique once.

Although she was cursing in her heart, the old ghost woman's movements weren't slow, biting her fingertip and pointing at the eyes of the white porcelain doll.

This white porcelain doll was made to the specifications of a god statue and had been consecrated, just missing the final touch.

With the blood-colored eyes, the porcelain doll looked even more demonic.

Even this Snake Ghost Granny felt the doll was looking at her.

"Bah! So what if it has spirituality? Just obediently block the disaster for me!"

The Snake Ghost Granny cursed and placed the doll in the southeast corner of the Dharma altar.

Although she had fallen into a disadvantage due to misinformation, she was still profound in sorcery and had already calculated the direction from which the curse technique was coming.

After doing this, she picked up a human bone drumstick and kept knocking on the skull wooden fish, chanting continuously.

So what if he has curse techniques?

Blow up his Dharma altar, and that Daoist will howl and die in the backlash of the curse technique.

Both sides seemed not to see each other, but the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

At the same time, Wang Daoxuan was also ready.

The straw person was covered with a tight hoop to lock it.

Afterward, he stepped on the Geng steps, pinched the formula, and chanted: "Heaven dark and earth dim, sun and moon irrelevant, collect into my cover, top seven arrows, pierce the heart at the hour, command..."

Poof!

The curse technique was finished, and he picked up the willow wood arrow on the table and stabbed it fiercely into the straw person's head!

Clatter!

On the Snake Ghost Granny's Dharma altar, the white porcelain doll shattered in response.

"Thief Daoist, this old woman won't let you go!"

The Snake Ghost Granny roared, and the human bone drumstick knocked even more happily.

Clatter!

Like a resonance, Wang Daoxuan's Dharma altar also trembled, the candle flame flickered, and all the magic artifacts jumped around.

This was the method of blowing up the altar.

All Dharma altars follow one principle, which is to temporarily borrow the Geng-Sha energy to form their own situation.

If it is interfered with by sorcery to blow up the altar, all sorcery performed through the Dharma altar will also fail, and the caster will also suffer backlash.

The method of resistance is also simple. Either have a sufficiently strong god statue, or have something to suppress the Dharma altar. These things are only possessed by Orthodox Sects and sects with deep foundations.

The Snake Ghost Granny's method of breaking the law was quite exquisite.

That Daoist was not a disciple of any Orthodox Sect or sect; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to this job no matter how much the reward was.

So what if he knows curse techniques?

He can't possibly have something to suppress the altar, right?

However, Wang Daoxuan opposite didn't say a word,

Directly slapped the commission onto the Dharma altar.

The old ghost woman had just knocked down the drumstick.

Bang!

The human skull wooden fish exploded instantly.

At the same time, the Geng-Sha energy of the Dharma altar lost balance, and a force rose from the ground, instantly overturning the Dharma altar.

Poof!

The Snake Ghost Granny suffered backlash, sprayed blood and fell to the ground, while also shouting in panic: "Fellow practitioner, spare..."

Before she could finish, her face stiffened.

！.

Only to see on her neck and body, tiny black handprints appeared, as if countless infants were strangling her to death.

At the same time, Wang Daoxuan performed the curse technique again, picked up the willow wood arrow, and stabbed it fiercely into the straw person's head.

Whoosh!

The straw person burst into flames.

Wang Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling the Yin-Sha energy around him gradually dissipate, and a layer of white frost even formed on his eyebrows.

The "Seven Arrows Secret Curse" needs to borrow the Yin-Sha energy of the earth vein. Ordinary sorcerers can only resist three times, so they can only nail down three arrows.

Only those with profound cultivation and astonishing aptitude can nail down the fourth and fifth arrows, and the further they go, the more difficult it becomes.

The straw person catching fire proved that the other party was already dead.

Listening to the wailing of infants coming from the wind and snow, Wang Daoxuan vaguely guessed something, sighed slightly, and took out a new wandering soul jar.

"Soul~ return~"

Wang Daoxuan waved the Dharma flag, stepped on the Geng steps, pinched the formula in his hand, and used the soul-summoning technique of the Western Xuan lineage.

Although he had quite an aptitude for the "Seven Arrows Secret Curse," the technique he practiced most on weekdays was still this kind of soul-calming and disaster-relief sorcery.

To put it plainly, he was someone with astonishing aptitude for black witchcraft, but because of his temperament, he had a soft spot for white witchcraft.

He was familiar with this kind of sorcery.

Soon, those infant ghosts scattered in the wind were all collected into the wandering soul jar.

Wang Daoxuan immediately tied it with a red rope, pasted a soul-suppressing talisman, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, don't worry, I will perform rituals for seven days to help you break out of prison and transcend."

"Hahaha!"

Outside the ruins, Tie Shigu had already received the news, stroked his beard and laughed, mocking: "Xiong, even if you summon these monsters and ghosts, what of it? Aren't they still dead here?"

"Just wait, after today, I'll go to the Law Enforcement Hall and report you for harboring monsters!"

"What monsters? Are you senile?"

Xiong Baodong sneered, not caring at all.

And his men had already rushed into the ruins, carrying the Snake Ghost Granny's corpse, and threw it directly into the bonfire.

"You!"

Tie Shigu's face turned ugly.

Xiong Baodong said calmly, "The Black Granny from Tianshui unfortunately died, so I kindly cremated her to send her ashes back to Tianshui."

"What monsters? What does it have to do with me?"

Tie Shigu hummed and stopped speaking.

He knew that it was impossible to bring down the Fire Bear Gang with this matter.

Xiong Baodong was too cunning and had plenty of ways to escape guilt.

Although he had taken advantage of the words, he had lost the first round, and Xiong Baodong's face was also ugly. He was silent for a moment, then looked to the side, "Sir, it seems I have to trouble you."

The other party was a man in white wearing a bamboo hat, with a white veil covering his face, clearly not an ordinary person, and Xiong Baodong's tone also carried a hint of respect.

"Hmm."

That person didn't seem to want to bother with Xiong Baodong either, walking straight toward the ruins.

A flash of anger crossed Xiong Baodong's eyes, but he didn't speak.

And Consultant Lu of the carriage guild seemed to have thought of something, whispering, "Admit defeat in this round directly, don't fight."

At this time, Wang Daoxuan had already returned, his face pale, walking unsteadily. Sha Lifei hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Hearing Consultant Lu's words, he turned his head in surprise, "Why? Daoist Wang finally won a round with great difficulty. Admitting defeat directly isn't that destroying our own prestige?"

"What do you know!"

Consultant Lu scolded directly, "That person's aura is obscure, and I can't even perceive it. Moreover, his movement technique is extraordinary, and he is also skilled in boxing and kicking."

"I heard that Yue Fachong at the Prince's mansion had dealings with the Fire Bear Gang. This person is mostly a disciple of the Shangshan sect and might already be at the third-floor level of cultivation."

"Going up is just asking for humiliation, and you might even lose your life. The sorcery of the Shangshan lineage is no joke."

Li Yan frowned tightly when he heard this.

Yue Fachong was Qiao Sanhu's backer, so he had naturally specifically inquired about the Shangshan sect.

This sect also had an ancient inheritance and a great reputation.

Its origin is related to the famous Four White-Headed Men of Shangshan.

The Four White-Headed Men of Shangshan—Dongyuan Gong, Xia Huang Gong, Qili Ji, and Lu Li—lived in seclusion because they were dissatisfied with the First Emperor's burning of books and burying of scholars, and their reputation has been passed down through the ages.

But they had another identity: Qin doctoral officials.

During their seclusion, to prevent a large number of pre-Qin classics from being destroyed, they secretly transported many out and hid them in the Shang Mountains.

The story of the "Shangshan Scripture Cave" has attracted many people since ancient times, as there are many lost pre-Qin ancient books.

Finding one is worth a fortune.

Not to mention a full scripture cave.

However, from ancient times to the present, no one has found one.

The Shangshan sect was the disciples who followed the Four White-Headed Men of Shangshan to serve them. They happened to learn sorcery, so they secretly hid many ancient arts of the Qin Palace, eventually forming a sect.

Pre-Qin ancient arts inherit from witchcraft and connect to the Fangxian Dao. Even though they have been continuously improved and covered up over the past thousand years, they have not diminished their fierce reputation.

In short, they are very difficult to deal with.

Li Yan also felt that giving up was more appropriate, but just as he was about to speak, he sniffed and looked back, smiling and shaking his head:

"Senior, you're late."

In the wind and snow, a pale-faced man carrying a huge soul-summoning banner walked over step by step. It was Shen Sanyou, the helper introduced by Luo Mingzi.

His footwork was very strange. He looked staggering, but his speed was fast. He came directly to Li Yan's side, shook his head and said, "I couldn't help it if I was late. Some bastard set an ambush on the periphery, a bunch of people shooting arrows randomly—the methods were truly despicable."

When Tie Shigu heard this, his face turned ugly, and he scolded his disciples in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you to clear it? How come there are still some? Take people and go quickly!"

"No need."

Shen Sanyou smiled narrowly, "I was too lazy to do it, but another fellow practitioner has a murderous nature and is killing people right now. Don't disturb his interest."

"Yo, someone's already here. I'll take this round."

Saying this, he walked toward the ruins carrying the soul-summoning banner.

"Senior, be careful, he is..."

Before Li Yan could finish, Shen Sanyou laughed, "Don't worry, the little bastard from Shangshan, huh? Old rival..."

Saying this, he carried the soul-summoning banner and began to sing:

"Living~ in a magnificent house, cold and lonely~ returning to the mountain hills, cutting off~ the ten miles of red dust, white snow~ for a thousand years, empty and leisurely... Hey..."

In the wind and snow, the soul-summoning banner swayed, and the singing was mournful.

Liu Wenchen opposite turned pale instantly.

"Oh no, it's 'Night-Crying Lang'!"

(End of chapter)