After hearing what the deaf mother-in-law said, Hua Jiunan did not hesitate:
He immediately put on the "long gown" given to him by Zhou Laodao and picked up the compass, small peach wood sword and copper coin sword.
Chen Daji put the bloody long bow on his back and put his newly made large slingshot into his trouser pocket.
"Master Chang Ba, come with me, let's go catch ghosts together!"
"Hey, where is Mr. Ba?"
"Weren't you still eating instant noodles on a plate here just now?"
"Why did you disappear in the blink of an eye? Could it be that you had a bad stomach and had diarrhea?"
Chen Daji rolled his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted loudly:
"Ba Ye, Ba Ye, where are you?"
After shouting for a long time, Master Chang Ba's helpless voice came from the side room.
"Who is it? What is the name of the ghost in the middle of the night?!"
"Don't let me have a good rest!"
"Even if it disturbs the neighbors, it's not good!"
Everyone looked at each other and saw a black line.
Chen Daji is an expert in handling Chang Baye.
"Baye, you're asleep. That's such a pity."
"If you don't participate in group 'entertainment' events, your merit points will be deducted."
"If you deduct too much, not only will you not be able to exchange for the secret technique of peace, you will even have to spit out the pills you took!"
As soon as Chen Daji finished speaking, a strong wind blew, and Chang Baye was already sitting in the middle of the yard with his head held high.
On its thick tail, there was still a half-eaten pot of instant noodles hanging.
Chang Baye looked at everyone with a solemn face.
"Didn't you say you were going to catch ghosts?"
"Why don't you hurry up and why are you taking your time?!"
"If I go late and the dirty things hurt the neighbors, I will be heartbroken!"
While she was talking, the deaf mother-in-law also took out the magic rope, the big seal and other magic tools.
With her silver hair and dragon-headed cane, she looks very much like She (she, second tone) Saihua and Mrs. She from the generals of the Yang family.
The old man looked at the high-spirited Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji with eyes full of love.
"Okay, okay, you are all grandma's good grandsons."
"Let's go with grandma to eliminate harm for the people!"
Hua Jiunan hesitated for a moment and then spoke to persuade:
"Grandma, please don't go and rest at home."
"It's enough for Master Kongzen to take me and Daji."
Old monk Kongchan also spoke.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Female Bodhisattva, Jiu Di is right, you can rest at home."
"Leave the matter of the coffin shop to the monk and two friends."
The reason why the two of them started to persuade her was because Granny Long was really old and her physical condition was no longer what it used to be.
The second reason is that most of the abilities of the disciples are in the invited immortal family.
Nowadays, Chang Huaiyuan, Grandma Mai and the others are practicing behind closed doors. The only immortal family that can be invited is Chang Baye...
Granny Long looked at Hua Jiunan and the others with deep concern in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"Hey, okay then."
"I won't hold you back anymore, old lady."
"But wait a minute, grandma, I have other means to help you!"
After the old man finished speaking, he told Hua Jiunan to go into the house and take out black paper, pen and ink.
With Hu Feier's help, in a short while, four paper figures riding tall horses and holding big knives emerged.
The deaf mother-in-law picked up the brush and said to Chen Daji:
"Second grandson, grandma needs your pure Yang blood to enlighten them."
"Okay grandma!" Chen Daji didn't hesitate and punched himself in the nose.
Blood flowed instantly.
Chen Daji performed this set of movements so smoothly and skillfully that it makes people feel heartbroken.
Chen Fu stomped his feet in distress and sighed:
"Why does this unlucky kid have to learn the Seven Injuries Boxing..."
Chen Daji was afraid that there would not be enough blood, so he squeezed his nose hard.
Then he held it with both hands and brought it to the deaf mother-in-law with a silly smile on his face.
"Grandma, here it is."
"If it's not enough, just say it, and at worst, I'll hammer myself again."
The deaf mother-in-law asked with astonishment and distress:
"My dear grandson, did you get all the injuries on your face like this in the past?"
Chen Daji nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, grandma, I hammered my own nose and gained experience."
"Let me tell you, if I apply gentle force, the blood will be enough to stain fifty small stones."
"If you use more force, the blood you spurt can stain seventy small stones."
"If I try harder..."
After hearing this, Chen Fu, who felt sorry for his son, finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly.
"You little bastard, how much more effort do you want to exert?"
"If you continue like this, you won't need dirty things to harm you, you will be able to hammer yourself to death!"
The deaf mother-in-law sighed, although she felt very sorry for Chen Daji, but even if the hammer was hammered, the blood could not be wasted, right?
So I picked up a brush and dipped it in, and drew various mysterious symbols on the tied paper figures.
This special symbol is simple and desolate.
Unlike Taoist talismans, Buddhist scriptures are completely self-contained.
If it had to be classified, it should belong to a branch of China's ancient witchcraft.
The deaf mother-in-law hummed strange syllables that no one could understand while painting.