Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 149 019. How to Play the City of Evil (3.2k)

It was quite unexpected.

Although he knew that "Qi Wuhai under the king" was essentially a dead brother, his [Secret Method of Stealing the Gate] was not a righteous method at all, and there was a possibility of backlash.

But he wasn't terribly frightened.

The backlash from [Secret Art of Stealing the Door] is useless to him.

As long as the man is strong enough, a tiger can also become a silver gradient.

It's just that the old buddies are usually silent and reticent, hardworking and resentful, but suddenly they have become like this, Lin Feng really doesn't understand.

Does his blood still have the effect of helping them become enlightened?
That is true point.

Tang Seng was actually myself!
My flesh and blood actually have such benefits.

Lin Feng suddenly realized, but when Lin Feng asked, those old brothers continued to remain silent, and Lin Feng found that it was not because they were unwilling to speak.

The more important reason is that they don't know what to say.

They only understand a limited number of things, and for the rest, they are taught by Lin Feng so that they can do what they can do. Even the lord, Lin Feng couldn't figure out where to talk about the lord for a while.

"Clean up the traces outside."

Lin Feng gave them orders and observed them at the same time, and found that they faithfully fulfilled their tasks.

Judging from the degree of solidity of their figures.

They should also have reached the level of the fifteenth floor in the [Secret Method of Stealing the Gate: Five Ghosts Transporting Technique], that is, they can carry the gold and silver of ordinary people and run, and can withstand the blood of some strong men. There are not many masters in the field who have reached this level.

Many people were backlashed and died before reaching this point.

Because these old brothers took [Sacrificial Incense], their resistance to qi and blood seems to be stronger.

Lin Feng asked them to lift up the stone. A rough look revealed that it weighed at least 50 kilograms. These elders lifted it up.

Tried it again.

More than 100 catties of stones are no problem.

It was a bit difficult at two hundred catties.

250 catties, completely unable to grasp.

"With them here, even if you really contracted a farm on the mountain, you can still take care of it in an orderly manner."

Lin Feng felt relieved.

At the same time, he was concerned about the matter of contracting a farm.

His stall is getting bigger and bigger now.

Make sure you are ready.

Lin Feng returned to the game.

He wants to prove his idea.

Fukou in the game.

Isn't it a treasure!
……

Put on your helmet and enter the game.

He didn't play tricks at the Li Family Ancestral Temple, and he followed the plot of not dying.

Enduring the frightening emptiness and ignoring the call of the headless Taoist, Lin Feng came to the pier.

Although he had expected it in advance, Lin Feng still shuddered every time he walked through the "realm of nothingness".

The pressure that place put on him.

It's really too big.

Poor Shuigui was crushed by him casually.

Lin Feng looked at the fire that erupted in the city, reappeared in his eyes, and silently tightened the zombie skin on his body. The boots of the "mountain spider" made him walk on the water as if walking on flat ground. With a gust of wind, Lin Feng really It seems to be a fairy.

Yu Jian rides the wind.

Without wasting time on the road, he went straight to Feng's house and entered through the wall.

The sacrifice of "The Source of Evil Water" is still going on, and Lin Feng has come to the side of the cellar, and several "water monkeys" were killed by him without any action.

When I came to the front of the cellar, there were no living things in the cellar.

Lin Feng sighed.

It seemed that he was destined to be unable to save these people.

The time of their death should be this evening, when he rushed to the Li Family Ancestral Temple.

Coming out of the cellar, leading these souls to follow him, Lin Feng pinched a thug to death, and asked about Boss Feng's location.

Boss Feng is in the backyard, presiding over logistics.

In this big festival.

He is not eligible to participate in the sacrifice.

He's just a shaman boy.

Although he is possessed by a demon concubine, his identity does not qualify him to enter the sacrificial scene.

When Lin Feng found him, Boss Feng was very surprised.

Lin Feng glanced behind him vaguely, and saw that in Boss Feng's shadow, those hairs quietly disappeared and shrunk into a ball.

A smile instantly appeared on Boss Feng's face.

"Second Master, why did you come into the house without saying a word? You didn't even know to greet me when you came. I'll go to greet you."

He leaned forward, looking like he still wanted to exchange greetings, Lin Feng was expressionless, and refused to leave him thousands of miles away: "I'm here to pick up the things my Li family has deposited here."

"Okay, second master is here first..."

"Your chair is too thick and the tea is too weak. I'm in a hurry. By the way, if it can be done, I want a handy sword. Do you have any?"

Lin Feng said concisely.

Even Boss Feng was choked by these words.

This son of a bitch from the Li family...

The smile on Boss Feng's face never faded, he hid his emotions very well, as if wearing a mask on his face.

It is more than enough to save face and fool people on the scene.

Even if Li Jianfeng spit on his face.

He can respond with a smile.

But on the surface, he must be full of anger in his heart.

After Boss Feng climbed up from the bottom of the thugs and took the position of the little boss of Water Transport, no one has ever been so rude to him.

Even some people who are usually aloof will not treat him like this.

Those people were either his members, or they thought it was troublesome, and they didn't want to provoke a big rascal like Boss Feng.

Suddenly being pushed over so bluntly by someone, he couldn't hold back, but thinking of the Li family behind Li Jianfeng, he swallowed his anger.

Repeatedly said: "Yes, yes."

He led the way ahead, feeling ruthless.

Damn, I have always been the only one who robs others of their share, so how can anyone else take my share!

Li Jianfeng, right?
Sooner or later, I will chop all the men of the Li family to pieces, and fuck all the women of the Li family. Fuck, what an air!
Lin Feng looked at Boss Feng coldly.

After expressing his identity, he put the zombie skin head back on his head to cover up his aura.

Following Boss Feng to his study, Boss Feng picked up the box from the desk, handed it to Lin Feng and said, "Second Master, your things."

Lin Feng tore open the box, saw the letters, boat tickets, and firecrackers inside, nodded in satisfaction, and stuffed Lei Wan into the firecrackers without haste.

"Where's the sword?"

he asked.

Sensing that the visitor was not kind, Boss Feng swallowed his anger and picked out a few swords from the swords hanging in his study for Lin Fengqian.

Lin Feng tried it.

Very light.

It's not that the sword is cast too lightly, the main reason is that Lin Feng's strength has become too great.

Ordinary weapons are no longer suitable for Lin Feng to use.

After changing a few, Lin Feng was not satisfied, Boss Feng lowered his head, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

The dog of the Li family was trying to make things difficult for him.

Lin Feng cast a sideways glance at him, and finally found a sword.

He blew on the sword and heard a "dragon chant" from the sword.

Seeing that Lin Feng had finally picked up a sword, he couldn't care less about his heartache. Boss Feng immediately said with a smile on his face, "Second Lord, did you like this sword? It's a good sword, and it's my master swordsmith in the Qing Dynasty." ..."

He didn't want to lose his wife and lose his army, and he didn't get any benefits after giving away the things. He had already given away the things. If he made a bad face again, the things would be given away for nothing.

Just as he was graciously introducing.

Lin Feng interrupted him.

Lin Feng shook his head, played with the sword and said: "No need, this sword is good everywhere, but there is one thing that is not good."

Boss Feng was anxious: "What's wrong?"

The sword light flashed.

Lin Feng killed Boss Feng with a sword, and then said calmly: "I've never seen blood, it looks like a toy, and it's much better now."

Lin Feng's sword was too fast, Boss Feng even had time to speak, Lin Feng's sword was sheathed, he didn't even feel the pain, when he felt the pain, the blood sprayed like mist.

The mist of blood sprayed into the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The demon concubine's hair in the shadows outside the door disappeared in an instant after seeing this scene.

He opened his mouth, and Lin Feng pushed his face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Thank you Boss Feng for the sword, and your opening ceremony.

I will remember you. "

When closing the door, Lin Feng still didn't forget to thank Boss Feng for letting Boss Feng fall asleep inside with peace of mind.

Then he grandly walked towards the front yard with the soul behind him.

There is also a lively festival waiting for him.

……

Fukou.

Fukou is a place with mountains and temples, temples and temples, and it can be regarded as an outstanding place.

The folk belief here was once very prosperous, especially during the Ming Dynasty. There was a famous god here. The world said that he was Wenqu Xingjun who came down to earth, and attracted countless students who took the exam to worship. The incense has continued to the present.

This place is called Gongde Temple.

There are also several famous Taoist temples, and the incense was also very strong in the early years.

However, over the years, because foreigners settled in Fukou, Naluoshizi Church has taken away a group of believers, mainly people from this church, who are really willing to give out rice.

As long as those who go to listen to the scriptures, they will give out rice and oil.

For ordinary people, this is an irresistible temptation.

Coupled with the bad age, some of these temples became more prosperous, while others became more desolate.

In just a few years, several small temples were ruined. Monks and Taoists could not survive, so they looked for other ways. Even some big temples were affected.

At this time, except for Putuo Temple, Tianfei Temple, Guandi Temple, Dongyue Temple and a few other temples in Fukou that still have incense, the rest of the places are similar to withering.

There are two or three Taoist priests and monks, big cats and small cats. If you ask them if they have a certificate of becoming a monk, most of them will shake their heads and say no.

Among these people, there are not one out of ten who really understand the law.

Tonight, I saw the eyes of fire outside and the temple full of incense, and it was not completely unresponsive.

The fire had just shot into the sky, before the eyes came out, the old Miaozhu of Guandi Temple came out from inside, closed the gate of Guandi Temple tightly, shook his head and sighed that the world is bad, and covered a foot of red cloth behind the gate On the emperor's head, he drank a jug of wine and fell asleep.

The gate of Tianfei Temple was opened, and the incense was filled with clouds, but there was no movement.

The Vajra in Putuo Temple moved a little bit, but it swayed three more times, and finally nothing happened. Only Avalokitesvara in the main hall left behind a line of tears, which scared the monks and ran around with their heads in their arms.

As for those low-ranking people, those who searched for sideways, and folk mages, seeing this scene, one or two of them closed their doors tightly, for fear that this weird thing would come to them.

Tell them to deal with these weird things.

If these weird things don't come to them, they will thank God, Amitabha, and tell them to deal with this matter?
It's a joke, the government doesn't take action, they have a fart for doing it.

(End of this chapter)