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"Little brother, I would also like to ask you to lend me some things for the poor. The big demon is about to arrive here. The poor will open an altar to pray for the demon!"

Lin Jiu looked serious, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were serious.

"okay."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen just listened to the general idea at the side.

Like A Gang, he grew up listening to the stories of ghosts traveling at night, and he has half believed in the existence of ghosts.

Now seeing the miraculous method of Daoist Lin, and the fact that the old man didn't refute it, maybe there is a possibility that a big demon will be born soon.

If this is the case, it must be to help Lin Daochang.

No matter what, the dining room cannot be destroyed!

And to be honest, being able to experience subduing ghosts, which only appears in stories, Xing Ping Chuangzhen couldn't help being a little excited.

"Do we need to prepare anything?"

After thinking about all this, Xing Ping Chuangzhen seemed very enthusiastic.

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword."

Lin Jiu rested his left hand on his right arm, pinched Yin Jue in his hand, secretly counting the time, frowning and commanding in a deep voice.

"Um, Daoist..."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen on the side was a little dumbfounded.

It's easy to talk about paper, pen and ink, but where can I get this knife and sword?

I don't know if a kitchen knife will work!

"Um?"

Lin Jiu came back to his senses, noticed that Xing Ping Chuangzhen was hesitant to speak, he was slightly taken aback, then realized, and hurriedly introduced himself.

"In Xialin Jiu, because I am the ninth in the family, everyone calls me Uncle Jiu!"

...

Whoa!

Jessica couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

This front foot has just recognized an old father, and this hind foot has jumped out to be Uncle Jiu.

It's just time to have a meal, but I recognized two relatives.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen does not have as many mental activities as Jessica.

"Uncle Jiu, we don't understand what you're saying."

"ah?"

There was a trace of bewilderment on Lin Jiu's face, and then he reacted.

Neither Qiusheng nor Wencai followed.

The Jessica next to her was obviously a foreign girl who didn't know anything about Eastern mysticism, and Xingping Chuangzhen didn't know his specific requirements.

"Why!"

Lin Jiu let out a long sigh. Now he misses his two apprentices a little.

"Get ready yellow paper, red pen, black ink, real knife and wooden sword."

"Yellow paper, we have it in the store. We just bought a batch a few days ago. It was originally intended to be used for writing menus."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen ran to the back kitchen and took out a thick stack of printing paper from the locker.

"Uncle Jiu, take a look, can this work?"

"..."

Lin Jiu silently looked at the yellow paper in front of him, even with the logo of Xingping Dingdian printed on it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt a headache at the same time.

"I'll exchange this directly later."

Yellow paper, that is, talisman paper, has no special requirements for the material of the paper, but obviously the one in front of you is definitely not good.

"Is there a big cock in the store?"

Lin Jiu asked.

"Yes, the big rooster that was just delivered last night is still being raised in the back kitchen."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen said quickly.

...

"Gang!"

Ah Gang was watching the excitement, at this moment, the voice of the old man came from the storage compartment.

"Help daddy quickly."

Hearing his father's call, Ah Gang ran to quickly, but found that his father was struggling to move the salt jar in the warehouse.

Ah Gang is a little confused, so, since Taoist Lin is about to open the altar, why is the old man moving away the sundries?

Is this to sprinkle salt to exorcise evil spirits?

"Move these salt shakers into the front hall, and Pop will get you something."

After saying this, the old man ignored Ah Gang's bewildered expression, and opened the curtain to go to the second floor on his own.

Waiting for Ah Gang to drag the small cart, dragging and dragging several large salt jars from the warehouse to the front hall with difficulty.

Only then did Dad come down the stairs with a strange object that looked like a dried lizard.

"Ah Gang, take it."

Dad couldn't help but stuff the lizard into A Gang's hands.

"Sprinkle the salt first, then seal the door, and you will chant the mantra with Dad later."

"Aha?" Ah Gang was taken aback for a moment, and then he became pleasantly surprised, "Father, can I also be a mage?"

"Don't talk so much, just listen to what your father says."

"After packing up, you and Chuangzhen hurry to school, the things here have nothing to do with you."

"Hey, why is this, I also want to exorcise ghosts!"

When Ah Gang heard that such a big incident happened in the store, but they had to go to the school to report today, he was a little unhappy at that time.

But before he finished speaking, the old man put two fingers together and slammed on Ah Gang's head.

"Never doubt what Dad says."

"oh!"

A Gang patted his head aggrievedly, walked out of the store, walked around the dining room and began to sprinkle salt.

On the other side, Lin Jiu put on a yellow taoist robe at this moment, with a gossip array drawn on the back of the taoist robe, and also held a mahogany sword in his hand.

"Father."

Ah Gang looked at the altar, feeling really itchy in his heart, and moved to his father's side again, lowering his voice.

"What Uncle Jiu said about ghosts that seduce people's souls, and zombies wandering around, are these true?"

"oops."

"Boy, why do you care so much? Dad is so annoying."

The old man scratched his head with a headache, and then drove A Gang aside.

"Hurry up and sprinkle salt on Dad!"

...

At this time, on the street in front of the food house, tables, chairs, benches and benches were covered with yellow cloth to form an altar, red candles on both sides were lit faintly, and the wine jars that housed butterflies and two dead soul insects were placed on one left and one on the right. on the altar.

"Uncle Jiu, the rooster is here."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen squeezed the chicken's neck, and ran out of the shop with a big rooster that weighed seven or eight catties.

"Cut the neck of the rooster. The rooster has the most yang energy. It has a miraculous effect in exorcising ghosts. It can be used to draw spells to deter ghosts."

Lin Jiu nodded and said to Xingping Chuangzhen.

"Okay, I'm good at this."

Jessica was rubbing ink at the table, and Xinghei Chuangzhen began to draw blood.

The knife cut open the rooster's neck, and Lin Jiu continued with a small porcelain bowl in his hand. After receiving only the blood from the bottom of the bowl, he waved his hand to indicate that it was all right.

"Uncle Jiu, is this little blood enough?"

Xing Ping Chuangzhen asked with some doubts. He thought that the chicken blood used in this method would have to be taken in a pot anyway, but it turned out that the bottom of such a small bowl was enough.

"The mountain is not high, but there are immortals, and there is no blood, as long as there is material!"

Lin Jiushun took the ink in Jessica's hand, mixed it with the chicken blood in the bowl, and then began to prepare for other altar ceremonies.

...

Xing Ping Chuangzhen stood aside and watched Uncle Jiu busy, then looked back at Asuka who was bound by his father in the store, and remembered what Uncle Jiu said just now, after the big devil behind the scenes was eliminated, they would be fried.

Fortunately, Ping Chuangzhen had fried a lot of these spring rolls and dumplings, but he really couldn't bear to face these two little ones in front of him.

"Uncle Jiu, I don't think they could have done anything evil if they were caught so easily by you and Dad."

"Maybe they were instigated by bad people. Maybe they are innocent. If they just acted like this, wouldn't it be too..."

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