C9 (1/2)
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!”