Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 191 Mother (3k)

24 hours later in the real world.

Game time, after the Li family was gone, the next day, morning.

The sunshine was not bad, Lin Feng rarely ordered a table of meals, and the cook was cooking in full swing, and there was an endless stream of people who came to deliver tea, fortune cakes, and roast meat.

Steamed pigs, chopped geese, and grilled pork are all in full swing.

An opera troupe, babbling, and an open-air shed were set up outside the Tianfei Empress Temple, inviting the small temple to congratulate, and inviting the craftsmen who came to work to eat.

He also invited many guests.

Sitting on the side, they are a little stiff.

They don't understand why anyone is asking them.

Lin Feng said it was lively.

After eating a mouthful of blessing cakes and drinking tea, Xiao Miaozhu asked him what he was doing, and Lin Feng said he was enjoying life.

Start serving.

Boiled chicken.

Roast chicken with green onions.

Grilled small yellow croaker.

Roast pig.

roast goose.

red.

plain rice.

……

A table full of dishes spread out to more than 30 tables. The waiters and cooks of the roast meat shop next to them were all smiling. After getting to the table, Lin Feng waved his hand to them instead of going to the table, signaling them to start eating, and sat on the side by himself, served tea first, and then started the banquet.

These people glanced at Xiaomiaozhu, Xiaomiaozhu signaled them to eat, it's all right, come to find Lin Feng by yourself.

Lin Feng said lazily, "Why, you don't want to eat."

This time, Lin Feng invited a lot of people. Lin Feng sat in front of the temple. He didn't say anything, so he invited everyone to eat. If there are pilgrims who are willing to eat, they can sit down together. Those pilgrims saw the only descendant of the Li family like this, All have some emotion.

Feeling that things are impermanent.

That huge family background was separated overnight.

A good young man is also stupid.

Doesn't look very smart.

Xiao Miaozhu doesn't think so, he thinks there should be some key point in it, which he doesn't know, he wants to know what happened, is it really the change of the Li family that caused him to change?

Lin Feng waved his hands and didn't talk about it, there was nothing to say, nothing to say!

He suddenly had a very open-minded feeling.

Since the last time he died, there was an eight-hour cooldown, and the cooldown was over, and he wasn't online.

He put on his game helmet and stood in front of the dilapidated door for a long time, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Walking around.

The subconscious mind in the body was extremely resistant to entering the game, and under the pressure of the subconscious mind in the body, he did not enter.

He felt a kind of terror that went deep into his bone marrow. Where did this terror come from?

From:
[The game protection mechanism has been activated, and the memory is sealed]

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It's the same as seeing blood nematodes when you just entered the game.

Some of his bad impressions of blood nematodes still remain in his memory, and it has become a kind of instinct. He is still very nervous when he sees that kind of tiny worms.

It's the same here, Lin Feng's memory is very clear about the evil place like the imitation [Shengxianzhai], but he has no memory of sinking into the place where he fell into a place of eternal destruction that day.

However, the memory is sealed.

But the emotion is still there.

As long as the emotions are in place, the subconsciousness that remains in him will plunge into it deeply, just like he has fallen into a truly unknown place. The game helped him, after he experienced the "wonderful" "After that, his subconscious definitely remembered something.

After this adventure, he became enlightened.

Lin Feng sat in front of Xiaomiaozhu's temple, dazed.

Watch those people eat and drink.

Xiao Miaozhu was by his side, and asked many times, but Lin Feng turned a deaf ear to him, treating Xiao Miaozhu as air, which made him look even more like a fool.

Xiaomiao was so angry that she ran to the banquet to eat and drink.

Only the craftsman was by his side.

These craftsmen were carefully recruited by Lin Feng.

These craftsmen started to make patterns on the copper urns when they were full.

At that time, copper was an extremely expensive material, and as a raw material for minting currency, it was never cheap.

Using copper as a raw material made Xiaomiao Zhu feel distressed. The cost of these materials alone was astonishing, not to mention that Lin Feng hired a well-known craftsman from Fukou, and only such a skilled craftsman could create what Lin Feng needed.

A large brass urn with many carved inscriptions and things on it.

He looked at Lin Feng's request with panic on his face.

As an old bronze craftsman, he knew exactly what this was.

This is a magic weapon.

This is definitely a cooked copper artifact, and it is extremely evil.

Use the bones of the living to suppress the souls of the dead.

He glanced at this thing, and knew that this thing required sacrifice, that is to say, to build this thing, one person had to die.

But who died, he didn't know.

He was very disturbed, afraid that he would be sacrificed.

Forging this kind of magic weapon, in his opinion, is a strange and impossible sorcery.

It's almost the same as driving a pile.

Lin Feng didn't explain it to him, and he didn't need to explain it to him.

He can't help it either.

It's not that Lin didn't want to use normal magic to suppress him.

But in the current situation, in such a large coastal city, no one has the Fa-rectification.

There are only a few such spells left.

Still incomplete.

These spells seem to be the same as some southern Maoshan techniques of "controlling evil with evil" and "controlling cunning with cunning". They use cunning to hold cunning, but what are the consequences?

Not ideal.

The southern Maoshan technique is not random, they also have their own precepts.

After Fa-rectification fades, using sorcery is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. Those who use deceit to suppress deceit will eventually turn themselves into weird ones.

Desperate.

At least the situations that Lin Feng saw in Fukou were nothing more than the most helpless choice between rapid death and smoke death, waiting for death.

Raise soup to stop boiling.

Moreover, Lin Feng has not seen anyone who can master this kind of power.

This method has too much stamina.

There are no precepts.

Not finding a regular way to maintain one's own morality means that using this spell there is a greater risk of losing control.

There is law but no virtue, and it is easy to suffer backlash.

Become a strange resource by yourself.

Lin Feng analyzed the pros and cons in his mind.

The old craftsman commanded his apprentices to make patterns on the finished copper urn with trepidation, peeking at Lin Feng while doing it, and was afraid that in the end, he would become a living person buried in it.

Lin Feng watched the others finish eating, and guessed the old craftsman's thoughtfulness, but he didn't say anything, so he was told to do it here, and sleep in the Mazu temple at night, working in front of the Mazu empress, the safety can still be guaranteed .

Xiao Miaozhu: "Have you asked my opinion?"

Lin Feng: "I'm sorry, but there is no other way to stay here for a few days."

When the rest left, Xiao Miaozhu looked at Lin Feng: "You are really shameless."

Lin Feng glanced at him: "Yes, you found out."

Xiao Miao Zhu: "?"

Lin Feng didn't talk nonsense, looking at the copper urn, surrounded by their supervisors, this is the key to detaining those weirdos.

There can be no loss.

Before he came, he bought a few idlers and told them to squat at the gate of Fukou City to watch. If they met a black-faced Taoist with a big animal, they would come to him.

Lin Feng squatted on the ground outside, seeing that it was getting dark, he patted his buttocks and planned to do a big event.

He also specially took three sticks of incense, and after lighting them, he put three sticks of incense on each of the body Buddha, clay puppets, and Mazu Empress.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

What is he doing?
Why would you offer incense to the gods here?
What do you want?
Lin Feng: "Secret."

Then, before it was completely dark, Xiao Miaozhu and the coppersmiths saw Lin Feng carrying an old woman on his back. Behind him, there were densely packed charred black corpses, followed by sticky black corpses. In the end, he was blocked by the sun and couldn't really catch up with him.

Behind him is darkness.

There is light ahead of him.

He himself, yin and yang cut faint dawn.

Lin Feng looked indifferent, his feet were like the wind, and he rushed into the Tianfei Temple with an old woman on his back.

Until this moment, the darkness was like a flying bird, flooding the Mazu Temple.

Those demons and goblins also rushed to the front of the Mazu Temple and stopped unwillingly.

The bell rang outside.

No one can enter here.

However, Ni Puppet was so angry that he wanted to come out and beat someone, but was persuaded by Xiao Miaozhu.

Lin Feng brought the old lady to the side of the body Buddha, and there was no need to use the magic sword here to prop up a safe area.

He forced the old woman to wake up.

Explained clearly what happened.

She understood what had happened, saw the finished copper urn, and understood the meaning and plan of the young man in front of her.

Looking back.

Looks complicated.

You don't have to think about why you are like this.

She just looked a little complicated and lonely.

"In this way, the only thing left is death. Unfortunately, the majesty of the fallen Dharma veins has left us in a daze."

The old lady didn't ask Lin Feng how he knew this move.

She could tell that this move was the secret method of their Dharma lineage.

It's only possible that she said it - this method was passed down to her generation secretly, and she was the only one left.

She can still remember how she became like this.

She has been so dazed ever since she used the "Soul Rescue Method" and failed, and now she wakes up, feeling extremely sober.

She also knows that she won't be awake for too long.

Because she is essentially no longer a living person.

Yin and Yang are separated and insurmountable, this is the iron law.

"Seal me into it, but this thing, who do you want to suppress?"

The old woman asked professionally.

Lin Feng: "Some underworlds are weird, coal spirit."

When the old lady heard this, she suddenly laughed: "If the underworld is weird, the coal spirit..."

She said softly: "I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult just relying on this thing, but fortunately, I am also prepared."

The old lady looked at Lin Feng, bowed again, glanced at the scene, and made another request, but this request was made to Xiaomiaozhu.

She wanted to store the ancestral law here, and asked Xiaomiaozhu to see someone who was destined.

Ask if you can.

There is nothing wrong with the small temple.

The old woman nodded, came to the side of the copper urn and said, "Let's start."

The coppersmiths around trembled, not knowing whether they should do it.

Lin Feng nodded, and the old lady also smiled and said, "I did this voluntarily, so don't be nervous, nothing will happen."

Seeing this, Xiao Miaozhu grabbed Lin Feng with flickering eyes, dragged him to the back hall, and said solemnly: "I caught Mei Jing, run fast, run all night, and never come back!"

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