Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 305 Only Science, No Emotion

After a face-to-face meeting with Lin Feng, the boss of Seven Tigers was restless, he found a place to drink a bowl of wine, and several people took knives to pick off the meat from the bones and put them in their mouths.

Smoked and dried bacon.

Smash it for a taste.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The third child was a little puzzled. The eldest brother had drawn the knife in his hand several times, leaving blood marks.

"Do not talk."

The boss drank a few bowls of wine and was very depressed.

In his heart, there is actually a secret that he hasn't told these brothers.

It was true that the Jin family didn't kill him that night, and he couldn't find the courtyard where the body was buried.

But before that, he must have forgotten something.

He has been troubled by this matter these days.

As for what he forgot, he really couldn't remember it.

The more this was the case, the more anxious he became, and his previous memories were overwhelmed. He knew that there was a problem with him, but he didn't know where the problem came from.

But seeing the few people who came today, he felt a long-lost feeling.

Especially the one carrying the corpse.

He has a feeling in his heart.

to cling to.

It was almost dark, and according to the rules of the Jin family, they should go back.

The boss didn't want to do that.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the boss finally said with difficulty: "Let's go to the Chenghuang Temple."

He didn't know what was wrong, but he always felt that today's Town God's Temple was extraordinarily attractive.

The boss brought a few brothers into the Temple of the City God, and there were quite a few people like the boss.

The incense is lingering.

They were bathed in the incense, looking confused, a large amount of incense power gathered around them, and their figures became dirty and black.

The filthy resentment was washed away by the incense.

【fa】

【fa】

【fa】

A soft voice floated down from the body of the City God, landed on them, and brushed off the "dust" on their altars.

If there is a ray of light.

Now there are so many "people" in Chenghuang Temple.

It is also possible that it is not because of the attractiveness of the Temple of the City God.

It may be that the Town God's Temple has a master.

It became a sanctuary for ghosts.

……

The sun was setting, and the light was shining on the wall of the Jin family mansion, like blood.

Lin Feng and Bald Bird came outside the Jin family's old house.

The Jin family's old house looks a bit like a wealthy family in this era, with a large courtyard that can be entered and exited several times, and the place where the servants live and the master live is separated.

Physical isolation.

You can walk on the top of the roof, and there are specially paved roads, which are convenient for the guards to move at night and prevent thieves from entering.

In front of each courtyard, there are high walls and thick doors, which will be locked at night.

Even if it is a big fire, it will not open.

These chains and gates are the means of isolating the inside and outside, separating each courtyard into a space that does not interfere with each other.

What's more, Shangjin's family is a master of mechanics, and they have recruited many craftsmen.

In other words, there may be traps, poisonous insects, Gu techniques, and nightmare techniques in it.

This is also the reason why many Jiangyang bandits fail.

The Kim family is not good.

"Go in now, don't you avoid people in broad daylight?"

Bird stood in the alley, looked at the high wall above and said, this high wall is a natural barrier to ordinary thieves, but to the two people in front of them, it is just a piece of paper.

Neither day nor night made any difference to them.

Lin Feng said: "For us, is there a difference between day and night?
For the Jin family, night is three points more dangerous than day.

Besides, what kind of good people are we?Who said you can't burglary during the day. "

The bird bald smiled and said, "Yes."

Hearing this, the two climbed over the wall and entered.

As soon as they entered, the two separated.

Ahead was a lobby, and there was a person sitting in the lobby. He heard the sound of landing, and glanced at Lin Feng.

Red lanterns, fragrant noodles, someone laying on the ground "smooth noodles", the people inside looked up at Lin Feng slightly, and it was not surprising that a person came out of their backyard.

"Look, these people are evil ghosts of the hungry ghost realm.

I was originally wondering why the hungry ghosts were called hungry ghosts, but later I found out that among the hungry ghosts, many of them were sneaky ghosts who had lost their priests.

The incompetent sneaks have fallen into the realm of hungry ghosts. Their hunger is not only the hunger we understand. A large part of their hunger comes from unmanned sacrifices.

So, what exactly do these hungry ghosts need in the sacrifice?

Is it incense, offerings, or thoughts? "

The man was talking to himself.

Lin Feng didn't go over.

With a calm expression, the eyes on his forehead were slightly opened, and he noticed the unusual smell around him.

"gas……"

Lin Feng quickly closed his eyes, knowing that the Jin family did have some skills.

They also figured out a little bit about the rules of using "space".

This is to disperse the people, Lin Feng did not wander around, he tore off his clothes calmly.

Once the starched and stained clothes were ignited by the flame, there would be thick black smoke. Lin Feng blew along the black smoke, and the black smoke was moving away.

Lin Feng looked along the black smoke.

The air here is completely chaotic, up and down, left and right, the usual concept of space is not applicable here.

"So you learned, but not quite."

Lin Feng said to himself, he was standing where he was, and the people in the front lobby were not Lin Feng's all-in-one enemy.

His danger does not come from himself.

Before Lin Feng came, he thought about all kinds of weird situations, but the only thing he didn't think of was that he would meet a Frankenstein.

"This is too scientific, looking for logic from experience."

The words say so.

He is not the only one who is scientific.

The bald bird held the counting chip in his hand, ready to start counting.

He fell to the ground and looked around, not surprised.

The counting chip in his hand is a very ancient thing.

Even older is the method of divination that he is using now.

Return to possession.

Things that have been lost for a long time were "digged from the grave" by the bird, one of the three branches. Compared with the Jin family, the three branches are the real elegant thieves.

They only take what they want, and don't take anything else.

Of course, this is not a good thing.

For example, this object is a good thing that was excavated from the tombs of the nobles of the Song Dynasty when they dug the tombs of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States along the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties.

When the bird dug out the nobleman of the Song Dynasty, he was still alive.

That was in the early Qing Dynasty. He was sent to the nest of the Bird House. After careful study, he found that the survival of the nobles in the Song Dynasty was meaningless.

The Song Dynasty inherited the Yin and Shang Dynasties, and the dynasties were particularly serious.

None of them have learned the method of Yin Shang.

This nobleman is just a relatively good zongzi protected by flesh and blood.

Obviously, compared to the tomb robbers who took away some funerary objects and left the tomb owner's bones, the bird did it more directly. They would take away the tomb owner's bones for research.

Presumably the owner of the tomb would rather spend money to eliminate the disaster than leave no bones.

Facing the corpse of the nobleman of the Song Dynasty, the birds dismissed it.

Such longevity, if possible, birds would have been able to do it long ago.

One of the three birds, this is not what you want.

The three branches are more mysterious than the eight beams (seven beams), and what they want is more idealistic, such as the bird, who is always looking for a place.

The three branches don't know what the other is looking for.

Compared with the eight beams (seven beams), they can better deal with the "unlucky" that happened to them.

Fortunately, although the corpse is a waste, from his tomb, the bird family got extremely precious things.

A fragment of the Book of Nine Hills.

Birds have made a qualitative leap.

There is a thing called Sanfen, Wudian, Basuo, and Jiuqiu.

Emperor's "Three Graves".

The "Five Classics" of the Emperor Dynasty.

This is the book that records the oldest and core secrets. It is a treasure that records wisdom and laws after the sages and masters in ancient times knew the world.

Some symbols are also some prototypes of mantras used by witches and Taoist talismans.

These books are also among the first batch of books.

The book written by the Three Emperors is called the Three Graves, and what is written on it is the "Words of the Great Dao", which is written on the soil and burned into pottery.

The Five Codes are written by the five emperors in the tribal era, and the things recorded on them are also extremely amazing.

Basuo, the book of gossip.

Jiuqiu, Encyclopedia of Ancient Times.

The thing on Jiuqiu is one of the blueprints of Yin Shang divination.

Some hidden content.

Lianshan Guizang Zhouyi is inherited in one continuous line, known as the Three Changes.

Entering the old house of the Jin family, Bald Bird took out the counting chip and put it on the ground.

calculate!

(End of this chapter)