After hearing Zhao Guixing's words, the four masters who were working were instantly scanning each other, but no one took the lead in expressing their opinions.

Just when the atmosphere was about to stalemate, Master Mingliang spoke.

"Amitabha, although I have magic to subdue magic, I have no way to summon souls. I will trouble three of you when Mr. Zhao invites souls." After saying this, the old monk closed his hands together and began to close his eyes and recite scriptures, looking like he was transcendent.

The old monk's frank confession surprised the three of them, including Li Rang. After all, the four masters present were invited to summon souls, but now the other party said no, that would be interesting.

Since he can't even conjure his soul, why would Zhao Hongye invite the old guy over? Like Li Rang, he is ready to watch others conjure his soul and sit down to witness it?

Also, Zhao Hongye, who proposed to summon souls, asked why did he find someone who could not summon souls?

If there is nothing else in this, then Li Rang would be the first to believe it, because under his spiritual eye technique, the old monk was covered in Buddha light and he was obviously a monk who had at first sight.

As the old monk closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, Fang Qishan, who was mixed with fish eyes, also found an opportunity, and he said calmly.

"Since that's the case, I can only show my ugly appearance. However, Qingtian-bai-ri is not good for the ghost. If you call the soul now, it will be bad if you hurt Mr. Zhao.

I think, why don’t I set up an altar to attract the old man’s soul at midnight? What do you think?” After saying this, Fang Qishan glanced over the monk and glanced at Li Rang and Wang Shenpo to seek opinions.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own ability!" Although the witch Wang was old and dazzled, the faint fluctuations of the yin energy on his body existed. He didn't care about what Monk Mingliang said, after all, he was a real monk.

But after Fang Qishan spoke, he became disdainful. Who told the four people who were doing it was the only one who was the real liar.

"Since you two are hiding your weakness, then you're going to be ugly!" After sarcasticizing Fang Qishan, the witch Wang glanced at the monk and Li Rang and said lightly.

"Amitabha!" When the monk Mingliang heard the words of the King of Goddess, he stopped chanting scriptures, opened his eyes, and pronounced the Buddha's name to her, saying that he would give in.

Li Rang looked plain from beginning to end. When he saw the old woman stand up, he was naturally happy to be quiet. After all, he really wanted to attract souls, so he nodded and replied with a humble look on his face.

"Please!"

The contempt of the witch Wang and the ignorance of the monk and Li Rang directly made Fang Qishan’s face embarrassed for a moment.

I originally thought that I would stand up and set the soul-suming at night, delay the time, and look at other people's methods, but I didn't expect that the witch Wang jumped out and almost took over his foundation.

They are all people in the same circle. Although Fang Qishan has no real skills, the news is very well-informed. The four people present, Wang Shenpo and Mingliang Dharma-Master, he knows that he has real skills.

Therefore, even if the two of them were rude or ignored, he did not dare to do anything. He could only pretend that he had not heard the words of the witch Wang and sat in his original position with a plain face, cursing in his heart.

As for Li Rang, he didn't care. After all, when he first came in, he pretended not to know him. Now the other party ignored him, and there was nothing to say. Everything was in acting.

Seeing the monk Li Rang, the witch Wang stood up from the sofa tremblingly and slowly came to a square table to do it.

Then he reached into the cloth bag that he straddled his body and began to constantly dig things from the inside out.

First, there is an incense burner, then a candle, sandalwood, yellow paper, cinnabar, a black brush, and then a porcelain bowl that looks very worn.

During this period, the witch Wang put the things one by one and said to his employer.

"Your Madam Zhao also asks you to get some white rice. The old woman should use it."

When Zhao Gui's family heard the old woman calling him, he stood up reluctantly, and muttered to himself as he walked. "Is this the way to cook, or cook?"

Why do you still need to use white rice?”

Although Zhao Gui's family thought he had a low voice and no one could hear it, three of them were real monks. Even though his voice was very small, they could not escape their ears.

Master Mingliang closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, as if he hadn't heard it, Li Rang's mouth curled up with a slight joke.

As the person involved, Li Rang clearly saw that a coldness flashed in the other party's turbid eyes.

'The Zhao Gui family will never have a good time in the future. It's really like lighting the lamp in the toilet...' Li Rang thought gloatingly.

Soon, Zhao Gui's family brought half a bag of white rice from the kitchen. After arriving at the place where the witch Wang was, they threw it on the table and returned to their original position as if nothing had happened.

The witch Wang naturally saw this disrespectful thing. Although she didn't say anything on the surface, she still looked calm, but she was thinking in her heart what method to use to punish the Zhao Gui family.

When the things were all arrived, the witch Wang poured the white rice into a bowl and piled it into a grave. Then he lit the incense candle and muttered in his mouth.

With Li Rang's current ear power, he couldn't hear clearly what she was chanting, but it didn't sound like normal words anyway.

The candlelight was burning, the blue smoke fluttered, and the witch Wang did this and continued until the sandalwood in the incense burner was burning, and the people around him had already begun to be impatient, and it was concluded.

Then, he asked Zhao Gui family for the birth date of Mr. Zhao, and wrote it on a piece of yellow paper with black pen and cinnabar.

After doing this, I lit three incense again, bowed respectfully to all directions, and then inserted the sandalwood into the white rice.

"Heavenly spirit, earthly spirit, the gods in the underworld ask for the spirits to appear, ask the Wang family of Mi Yi, bow to the gods in the underworld, the ghosts enter the underworld, but the matter of the Yang is not over, please come and ask Mi Po, today I will call the soul,

If Yin Shen saw it, he sent his soul to him. Now, I invite Zhao Guoqing, the Zhao family in Bianliang, if you don’t come at this time, then when will you wait..."

As soon as the series of soul-summoning words and singing ended, the body that Wang Shenpo, who had difficulty walking, raised his hand and quickly slapped the table.

"Bang"

After a dull slap, a cold wind blew out of thin air inside the house.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A sudden gust of wind blew, not only gloomy, but also a terrifying and terrifying ghost crying sound.

In addition to Li Rang's three real-life people, the four brothers and sisters of the Zhao family and Fang Qishan, who cheated food and drink, all instantly burst into white sweat.

"Oh my god, why is it suddenly so cold? Second brother, do you think there is really a ghost?" Zhao Guiwang tightened his clothes tightly and asked in a low voice to the Zhao Gui family beside him with some uncertainty.

"What nonsense? How come there are ghosts in this world? They are all lies. If there are ghosts, why don't the old man come to us?"
Chapter completed!