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Chapter 107 Rice

The female ghost in red escapes.

The master looked around, trying to track down the female ghost.

After Mo Ting listened, he suddenly said to Taoist Tang:

"Master, we can definitely find the escaped female ghost using the compass technique."

When Taoist Tang heard this, he took a long breath:

"Yeah! Give me the compass!"

Mo Ting did not hesitate, and quickly took out a palm-sized Feng Shui compass from the cloth bag and handed it to Taoist Tang.

I glanced at the needle on the compass.

It must have been disturbed by the Yin Qi here, and it is still spinning in an irregular and chaotic manner, unable to point out an accurate direction.

My master looked at Taoist Priest Tang holding the compass and did not speak, but just watched from the side.

Taoist priest Tang is dragging the Feng Shui compass in his left hand, and the single finger prints on his right hand are constantly changing.

He muttered silently; Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li, Kan...

For each Bagua position, Taoist Tang made different fingerprints.

Finally, make a sword finger pointing towards the compass in the palm of your left hand:

"Edict!"

Order together.

The compass needle that was constantly rotating suddenly stopped rotating.

Instead, after specifying a direction, it remains motionless.

Taoist priest Tang glanced at it and made an immediate judgment:

"Xun Wei, Feng. The female ghost escaped to the southwest, chase her!"

After saying that, Taoist priest Tang dragged the compass and carried the mahogany sword on his back, and chased towards the southwest.

The three of us left quickly followed.

The birth of such a fierce female ghost will definitely bring disaster to the surrounding residents if it is not eradicated.

I also thought that I could grab Gui Shou and increase the lamp oil.

We were running in the dark forest.

Although Mo Ting and I are young people, we still can't keep up with the speed of Taoist Tang and Master.

They ran very fast, even in this mountain forest, they could easily describe themselves as running like flying.

We climbed over the ravine and continued tracking southwest along the dense mountain forest.

Lao Mo was injured and couldn't get up any faster.

In order to take care of him, I could only continue to slow down and even lost track of him for a time.

Fortunately, Master and the others would stop and wait for us from time to time, so that we would not be completely lost.

We chased him through the mountains for about three miles and came to a small stream.

The stream is clear and reflects the moonlight.

The sound of water "washing" gives people a very peaceful feeling.

Taoist Tang, who was leading the way, stopped at this time.

He looked at the Feng Shui compass in his hand.

The three hands in the middle, one red, one black and one white, overlap at this time.

"How's it going, old bastard? Have you found it?"

My master stood aside and asked with a frown.

After chasing so far, everyone was so tired that they were sweating and holding back their bad breath.

Taoist Tang did not argue with my master at this moment, but just nodded:

"If the three needles coincide, the female ghost should be within three hundred meters.

Everyone, please be quiet and see where she is hiding."

Moting and I stood nearby, nodding our heads.

Anyway, the masters are here to take charge, so we can just follow and follow their orders.

After determining the location of the female ghost, Taoist Tang and my master began to search forward.

Let Moting and I follow behind...

We walked forward little by little, exploring the surroundings carefully along the creek.

He was afraid of making too much noise and letting the female ghost hear the noise and scare her away again.

Therefore, our steps are very slow and our movements are very small.

After passing through a bush, we suddenly smelled a foul smell.

The further you go, the stronger the smell becomes, even to the point of choking...

After the four of us smelled this, we couldn't help but cover our mouths and noses.

Continue following the smell.

Soon, we discovered the source of the stench.

Not far in front of us, there are several reclaimed streams and fields.

That foul smell comes from those streams and fields.

I pinched my nose, what kind of stream and paddy field was this? It smelled worse than a latrine.

Even if it's just been fertilized, the stench won't be so bad, right?

"Is this a field or a latrine?"

Mo Ting covered his mouth and nose and complained.

"Don't make any noise, go over and take a look!"

Taoist priest Tang interrupted Mo Ting, and then he and my master walked towards the streams and fields.

Lao Mo and I didn't hesitate and quickly followed.

After walking in, we found that there were many shed-grown rice growing in these streams and fields.

At a glance, there were five or six sheds in a row.

In the fields, there were many rotting livestock carcasses.

Cattle, sheep, cats, dogs, rats, bats, birds, etc.

Several shed fields were filled with corpses, all soaked in water and crawling with white maggots.

The surroundings were full of flies and mosquitoes, making them "buzzing" and disgusting.

Although there were corpses and maggots under the shed.

However, the rice in the field is growing exceptionally well. Each plant is very thick and there is no trace of rotten roots.

But the leaves are not green, and even some are dark and gray.

At this moment, facing the moonlight, it flickered.

We suddenly saw these rice plants in greenhouses and the fields full of corpses, and we all looked surprised.

Who grows rice in these old valleys deep in the mountains?

Moreover, so many animal carcasses are used as fertilizer?

Although Master and Taoist Tang who were walking in front did not speak, they seemed a little nervous at the moment.

I am very concerned about these rice plants and keep checking them.

He smelled and chewed it, looking shocked.

I saw Master and Taoist Master Tang acting strangely, with solemn expressions, and paying great attention to the rice.

Suddenly I remembered that Master told me about the immortal straw man before.

He said that Jilou mother and son were made of straw and grown from corpses.

This kind of straw does not bask in the sun, but only shines in the moonlight.

Once planted and tied into a human doll, it can become a ghost.

The headless monster last night was obviously grown from straw.

We tracked the female ghost here.

Could it be that the rice in front of me is also used to grow ghosts?

Is this what Master calls the immortal rice in southern Xinjiang?


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