Lord of Puluo

Luo Zhengnan and Qiu Zhiheng discussed it well and returned to the hall. They immediately issued an order, and everyone in Yaowang Hall went all out to arrest the mourning monk.

Many people are unwilling to contribute to catching mourners and cultivating bad luck.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, Luo Zhengnan has a way.

Bai Laozi in the hall discovers the whereabouts of the mourning monk. As long as the whereabouts are true, he will first be rewarded fifty oceans, report the news in time, and participate in the arrest, and then be rewarded with elixirs that can accumulate fortune.

If a disciple with good cultivation skills captures a mourning cultivator alive, he will be rewarded with Snake Spot Pills. The main captor will start with twenty pills, and the cooperating captor will start with ten pills!

Luo Zhengnan was not Xiao Zhenggong. The reward he promised was fulfilled on the spot!

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. On the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Xianggang arrested another mourning monk.

After all, mourners have to practice. No matter how deep they hide, they have to find opportunities to disgust others. With experience, Jiang Xiang's gang moved faster and faster, and they arrested another one that night.

Jiang Xiang Gang moved, Sanyingmen also moved. Zhang Liuze had just been promoted to Bronze Seal and captured a mourning monk in Ligou. Two other Bronze Seals joined forces to arrest two mourning monks in Waigou.

Qingyunhui arrested two.

Baihuamen arrested one person.

The Yuhua Gang was not powerful enough, and most of its disciples had no cultivation. They found the whereabouts of the two mourning cultivators, and Li Banfeng used clues to capture the two mourning cultivators.

Qiu Zhiheng also captured two people through the clues provided by Shopkeeper Feng and Yu Nan.

In addition to Yu Heshun, fifteen mourning monks came to Yaowanggou. Now that Yu Heshun is dead, one of the fifteen mourning monks has died, thirteen have been arrested, and only one is at large.

Qiu Zhiheng was worried that there would be mourners wandering into Yaowanggou. The major gangs had promised to do so. There were gang disciples stationed at stations, docks, and borders. If they saw someone acting suspiciously and looking for unlucky people, they would first Catch him later.

Not caring about the bad luck, Qiu Zhiheng left all the mourners at the medicine shop and interrogated them one by one.

Yu Heshun originally went to Yaowanggou because he disgusted everyone around him and had nowhere to practice.

The conditions of other mourners coming to Yaowanggou are different.

Some people have offended a ruthless person and fled their homeland for fear of retaliation.

Some people want to change their practice because their cultivation level is rising too slowly.

Some people just want to change places to make a living because their family circumstances are poor.

But why did these people choose Yaowanggou?

Qiu Zhiheng used techniques and these people finally told the truth.

They had a dream, a dream from their ancestor.

The ancestor told them that there would be a way out if they came to Yaowanggou.

Is it so easy to believe things in dreams?

Moreover, even if it is really the call of the Patriarch, Taoist disciples do not have to obey the instructions. In the end, matters concerning cultivation still have to be decided by their own will.

At first they ignored it, but the Patriarch gave him a warning in his dream. Those who did not obey the Patriarch's instructions would suffer disaster.

Within two days, these mourning cultivators all encountered misfortunes. Some fell ill, some were beaten, and some almost lost their lives. They did not dare to disobey the ancestor again, so they all came to Yaowanggou.

Li Banfeng was very surprised when he heard this. It turns out that mourning monks are also afraid of bad luck.

But why can bad luck in dreams come true?

Qiu Zhiheng felt that there was still a problem with this matter, so he and he went to visit Mr. Yao.

Yao Lao was covered in bruises and was drinking in the yard with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand.

Yesterday, my hand slipped and I couldn't hold the handle of the knife, so I cut myself twice.

There was a fire in the wine cellar the day before yesterday, and Mr. Yao was burned.

The day before yesterday was the worst. In order to guard against Sangmenxing, Mr. Yao prepared a room full of traps in the house.

As a result, the beams collapsed early in the morning, traps all over the house were triggered, and he almost suffered serious injuries.

It sounded like an accident, but Yao Lao knew in his heart that this was a sneak attack by Sangmen Star.

He suffered a loss, but Yao Laoqi was still standing in the yard with a majestic attitude: "I'm not afraid of him. If he dares to show his face once, I will kill him!"

Qiu Zhiheng asked: "Is Sangmenxing the founder of Sangxiu?"

"He is a piece of shit Patriarch. When the Patriarch was alive, he had not yet entered the Taoist sect!"

"Does Sangmen Xing have the cultivation level of Meng Xiu?"

"No! This old dog can cultivate a Taoist sect to the clouds. It's already a blessing. He has no ability to cultivate at the same time."

Not the Patriarch, nor Meng Xiu, where did the nightmares of those mourning disciples come from? This is a truly bad nightmare.

Qiu Zhiheng couldn't figure it out, but Mr. Yao remembered another connection.

"Is it related to Neizhou?"

Li Banfeng remembered something. The Chongkui who caused the insect plague in Haichiling also had the power of Neizhou.

Mr. Yao did not dare to conclude this matter. If the power of Neizhou really intervened, it would be difficult to defend Yaowanggou.

Sangmenxing, who had been transformed by Neizhou, was probably not on the same level as Mr. Yao.

Returning to Qiuji Medicine Store, Qiu Zhiheng continued to interrogate the mourner: "Since you arrived at Yaowanggou, why did you hide and dare not show up?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the last old man named Ge Tugen spoke: "I stayed in the Taoist sect for a long time, and after Heshun died, I felt that something was wrong.

Later, I saw some blood stains near Yuxiang Village. When it rained heavily, the blood stains still couldn't be washed away. I thought it was probably the Sangmen Formation.

This formation was created with the lives of fellow disciples, so I told them to run for their lives. "

"But you didn't run away."

Ge Tugen said: "Sir, we want to escape, but it's hard to find the way. The way we came here was given to us by our ancestor in a dream. We are not familiar with the place in Yaowanggou. The way back will lead us." But how to find it?"

You can also hand over things in your dreams.

If Sangmen Xing really has the cultivation level of Meng Xiu, what level has he reached!

The interrogation was almost over, and Qiu Zhiheng was waiting for the news that the last mourning monk had been arrested.

The next day, the news came that the last mourning cultivator was not arrested. Someone found clues in Waigou Mazhu Village. Jiang Xiang helped his disciples go to arrest him, and found the corpse of the mourning cultivator.

Mazhu Village, Li Banfeng has been to this place. This is the home of Nectarine, on the border of Yaowanggou and Lushui City.

Qiu Zhiheng asked: "When did this happen?"

Luo Zhengnan replied: "The body I just saw this morning."

"Mazhu Village is not close to Ligou." Qiu Zhiheng was a little skeptical. Judging from the time, Luo Zhengnan should not have received the news so quickly.

Luo Zhengnan said: "I have my own methods, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Did he die because of illegal immigration?"

Luo Zhengnan shook his head: "He has a road guide on him. Although I don't know the origin of the road guide, there is no need for him to sneak across."

Li Banfeng heard it very clearly in the back hall.

When we arrived at the border, we had a road guide and no need to sneak across, but we still died suddenly.

The first two mourners died at the train station.

Apart from Sangmenxing personally sending people to kill them, there is another possibility.

The mourning gate array has mutated. These mourning cultivators cannot go out of the ditch at all. If they dare to go out, they will die suddenly.

Is there really such a variant formation?

If there is such a formation, it means that it is impossible for them to send the mourning cultivators out, and they will die in Yaowanggou no matter what.

Luo Zhengnan and Qiu Zhiheng also fell into silence. After thinking for a long time, Luo Zhengnan wanted to take a gamble: "There will be a truck going to Huangtu Bridge tomorrow, and I will find a way to send a funeral monk on the truck.

If he dies at the station and it proves that they can't get out, let's find another way.

If we can successfully send him to Huangtu Bridge, it proves that our method is right. I will find a way to get a truck and send them all back! "

The method is correct, but the cost is also high.

Qiu Zhiheng often dealt with customs envoys in the past and knew the behavior of these people.

"Hall Master Luo, if we take someone away tomorrow and he dies at the station, will the security guard spare you? At this moment, I'm afraid I will completely fall out with you."

Luo Zhengnan sighed, he also had this concern.

And the cost is more than that.

The two were drinking tea when they suddenly heard the banging of roof tiles after a strong wind.

The two stood at the door and took a look. White beans the size of their thumbs were densely packed and falling from the sky.

hail?

In the climate of Yaowanggou, hail has not been encountered in many years.

Qiu Zhiheng chose high-quality tiles, but he could barely bear it. A large piece of other people's ordinary tiles was smashed in less than three to five minutes.

Phew~

The aroma of wine wafted in the wind, and as the aroma filled the air, the temperature suddenly rose.

The hail melted quickly before falling, and turned into a heavy rain in the wine mist.

It rained heavily for three hours. If it had hailed for three hours, it was hard to say what Yaowanggou would look like.

This was just the beginning. At twelve o'clock that night, the hail came again.

Mr. Yao was carrying a wine flask and a three-pointed two-edged knife. He stood in the yard and shouted, "You can come at me if you have any means. Bullying the people is nothing!"

A mouthful of wine mist was sprayed out, and the hail turned into rain again.

Yao Lao and Sangmen fought hard all day and night.

This is what Hong Ying calls the three formations.

Li Banfeng didn't dare to think about what kind of disaster it would cause if Luo Zhengnan was allowed to try and make mistakes again.

But what to do next?

After watching this group of mourning monks, tell them not to die?

Not to mention that this matter itself is too unlucky, even if you don't care about the unlucky things, you can't bear it. What if one day Sangmenxing attacks, and he comes and kills Sangxiu?

Even if these people in front of me come together, they can't stop a cultivator who is on the third level of the cloud.

It is possible that Mr. Yao could take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack and kill Sangmen Xing, but the idea was good, but the operation was too difficult.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can a thousand days to guard against thieves? Could it be that the Ditou Shen, together with the people in Yaowanggou, were allowed to keep an eye on these mourning monks every day?

The only feasible way seems to be to destroy the Sangmen Formation.

Li Banfeng and Qiu Zhiheng took the old mourner Pueraria Tugen to Yuxiang Village and found the blood stains he had mentioned before.

It was a dark red bloodstain the size of a palm, and it was rare that the old man had a good eye, so he discovered it.

Li Banfeng asked: "If we dig out this blood stain, can we break the Sangmen Formation?"

The old man shook his head and said: "It's definitely useless to dig a piece. I don't know how much it will work."

Qiu Zhiheng frowned.

The old man didn't lie, Mr. Yao said the same.

Where are the key other blood stains?

Li Banfeng took out a shovel and shoveled away the blood on the ground.

Qiu Zhiheng stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, don't move. Be careful of bad luck. Let me do it."

Li Banfeng waved his hand and he had already shoveled it down.

After dealing with the funeral cultivator for so many days, I no longer care about the bad luck.

The blood stain was very deep. It took more than five feet of shoveling and half a sack of soil to remove the blood stain.

After returning to the medicine store, Li Banfeng took some of the soil back to his home. Hong Ying smelled something wrong and shouted: "Did you bring the mourner back? Is that such a bad luck?"

Li Banfeng said in surprise: "You have such a sharp nose, why don't you go to Yaowang Valley with me? I will hold your hand, and you can smell out all the blood stains and break the mourning gate array."

Hong Ying said angrily: "I won't do such unlucky things, besides, it's useless for you to do so."

"Why didn't it work?"

"I don't know how big Yaowanggou you are talking about is, but it must be a hundred miles around at least, right?

A small bucket of blood is scattered across a hundred-mile radius. You have to dig out at least half of it to break the mourning gate array. "

Li Banfeng really thought this was a solution: "What is the shape of the Sangmen Formation? How many blood sprinkling points are there? I'll look for them one by one!"

Hong Ying sneered: "You really don't want to give up. When I was still in the army, I vaguely remembered that there were more than sixty variations of the Sangmen Formation. Each variation had a different shape, and the number of blood sprinkling points ranged from one hundred to three hundred. No wait, do you really think you can find it?"

A series of numbers left Li Banfeng speechless for a long time.

The record player scolded Hong Ying: "Stop talking!"

Hong Ying said angrily: "Why can't you say it? I asked him not to waste his efforts in vain!"

"Bitch, you're still talking about it, go get twenty army sticks yourself!"

"I'll say it even if I'm beaten with a stick! The Sangmen Formation can't be broken at all! Such a huge formation is set up in one's own home. That drunkard deserves to die. What else do you care about him?"

Before he finished speaking, the house suddenly let out a low cry.

Buzz~

Hong Ying put on her armor and stood next to the record player.

The record player and Hong Ying only heard a continuous low hum, like the noise of mechanical collision and friction.

Only Li Banfeng heard Suiju's voice: "I can help you, but at least two more rails are needed."

"How can you help me?"

“Walking all over Yaowang Valley, not even an inch of soil was left behind!”

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