Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 7 Pixiu

Back in the classroom, Li Mo saw a black jar on the table.

This is the altar for suppressing demons, and it is a place to house demons and ghosts.

All the demons brought by the demon catcher must be sealed here, and then sent to the prison.

"Three Furnace Ghosts!?"

Li Mo took a glance and saw that there were three furnace marks printed on the demon town altar.

"Who sent it?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian beside him.

"Mo, I'm here again."

A lazy voice came from behind, and Li Mo's eyes narrowed, knowing without turning around...

Hong Xiaofu, the mourner, is here again.

Sure enough, a chubby figure jumped out, her white and tender face trembled slightly, and there was a hint of a smile in the corners of her narrowed eyes.

It may be somewhat controversial to say who is the most talented disciple of Luofushan's generation.

But when it comes to who has the best luck, the answer can only be Hong Xiaofu.

Back then, he went to the mountains to study as a teacher, but because of insufficient qualifications, he was rejected.

As a result, among the three people who passed the examination, one indulged excessively in sex, one took shelter from the rain and was struck by thunder, and the other squatted in a pit... All of them died in the end.

In the end, the mediocre Hong Xiaofu made an exception because of lack of students.

With such aptitude, he should have disappeared from the crowd and become a mediocre person like Li Mo.

Who would have thought that in the second year of entry, Hong Xiaofu followed his senior brother into the mountains to gather medicine, but his senior brother stumbled and fell off a cliff. Hong Xiaofu searched all night, but he couldn't find the body, but he ate the vermilion fruit in the mountain by mistake.

In this way, Hong Xiaofu was lucky all the way, and now he is a master of the fifth level of the Inner Breathing Realm, and his strength is not inferior to Yan Zixia and Shen Yimen.

But because of this, almost all the disciples in Luofu Mountain had a superstitious belief about Hong Xiaofu.

This person can only watch from a distance, not to play with.

"Hehe, Mo Mo, inside and outside the sect, it seems that you are the only one who is not afraid of me." Hong Xiaofu grinned, and pushed the demon-suppressing altar in front of Li Mo.

As a jailer, Li Mo often dealt with Hong Xiaofu, others avoided him for fear, only he was calm and calm.

After going back and forth, he formed a deep friendship with Hong Xiaofu.

"What feudal superstition, the dross remains!" Li Mo muttered in his heart.

In his previous life, he believed in Ma Ye.

"Where is the ghost!?"

Li Mo's fingertips lightly slid across the Zhenyao altar, and the latter vibrated suddenly, and there was a "squeak" sound.

"Earth Pixiu!" Hong Xiaofu grinned.

"Earth Pixiu? You are really lucky." Li Mo showed a look of surprise.

Although the evaluation of star monster catchers is based on the number of monsters caught, regardless of the level of monsters.

But the merit calculation is based on the realm of demons and ghosts.

In Luofu Mountain, merit can be exchanged for pills, exercises, weapons and even money.

The three furnace ghosts are three points of merit.

Earth Pixiu is a rare ghost in the [Monster Catch Illustrated Book], its merit is doubled, that is, six points of merit, converted into silver, it is 600 taels, which is equivalent to Li Moqian's 100-year jailer's salary.

"Earth Pixiu? I heard that this kind of ghost is very evil."

Feng Wannian's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but lean over.

Earth Pixiu is the so-called [Black Rat Essence].

It is said that this kind of ghost can only be raised in rice vats that are more than 33 years old. As long as it is enshrined at home, it can attract a steady stream of wealth.

Therefore, the folks also call it soil brave.

Earth Pixiu has the shape of a puppy, and it lives in the rice vat all day long, enjoying offerings.

Once you leave the rice vat, the relationship between Tu Pixiu and this family will be broken. From then on, the fortune will decline and the family will be destroyed.

"This wild Pixiu was forged... When I caught it, most of the village was destroyed." Hong Xiaofu narrowed his eyes and said.

"Smelting demons!?" Li Mo frowned slightly: "That's really courting death."

Demons and ghosts are raised by nature, and the mountains and rivers are pregnant.

Before Shenzong exterminated the law, there was also a method of refining demons that was widely circulated, but most of them were heretics.

It is rumored that the refining of the earthy Pixiu requires the flesh and blood of relatives and friends to be enshrined and fed.

Even if it is practiced, it is still a bloody brave, with a huge appetite and hard to fill.

"The demon refiner was originally a well-known poor ghost in the village. I don't know where he got this method. In the middle of the night, he dug his father's body out of the earthen grave and used it as bait. He went into the deep mountains to catch Here comes a black mouse."

Hong Xiaofu talked about the origin of this earthy brave, but he talked about it with gusto.

To make Pixiu, you first need to use the flesh and blood of your close relatives as a primer to hook a psychic black mouse, raise it in a rice jar, and enshrine it at home.

"One day, the poor ghost called a friend who had played since childhood, and the two drank until midnight... Since then, no one has seen her again."

"Afterwards, people in the village disappeared one after another, most of them were friends of the poor ghost."

"At that time, no one noticed the problem, but the life of the poor man gradually became richer. After three years of hard work, he built two large tile-roofed houses, making others envious."

Speaking of this, Li Mo's eyes became slightly fascinated, and he couldn't help looking at the demon-suppressing altar on the table.

Once this thing is refined, the appetite will only increase.

Hong Xiaofu nodded as if he had read his mind.

"Later, the old mother who raised him disappeared... Then there was the wife who accompanied him all the way from poverty... Finally, a pair of children..."

"People's hearts!" Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"Ten years of hard work, that poor man transformed himself into the richest man in the town... It's a pity, this wild beast's appetite is getting bigger and bigger..."

While talking, Hong Xiaofu patted the demon-suppressing altar on the table.

"Ordinary flesh and blood can no longer satisfy it." Li Mo said casually.

"Ah!"

Hong Xiaofu nodded and said: "It has taken a fancy to that poor ghost's body..."

"When the poor man found me, he had lost two legs and one arm."

Hearing this, Li Mo's eyes twitched unnaturally.

"It's really cruel."

Feed your own body to demons, this kind of mind is close to that of demons.

No wonder Shenzong once said that when a person is out of order, a demon will prosper.

"Unfortunately, that poor ghost survived..."

Hong Xiaofu felt a little regretful: "It's true that good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years... At that time, I really wanted to send that bastard away too!"

"He lost the earthy brave, and his family's decline is not far away. I'm afraid that the rest of his life will be more sad than death." Li Mo said lightly.

"When I left, the offal was already very weird, especially afraid of the light, and liked to hide in the tank at night..."

Hong Xiaofu shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Hey, that's really interesting." Feng Wannian's eyes were slightly focused, shining brilliantly.

"Mo, help me register." Hong Xiaofu grinned.

Six points of merit are quite a fortune. He can exchange them for silver to buy more low-level ghosts, enough to get promoted to a three-star demon catcher.

"Xiaofu, are you planning to participate in the assessment of Xuantian Hall?" Li Mo asked casually.

Hong Xiaofu, Shen Yimen, and Yan Zixia are the three masters who are most likely to reach the three-star monster catcher in [Mountain Ghost Yard].

"Of course, I will always see the prosperity of the capital's royal land in this life." Hong Xiaofu looked forward to it.

As monks, they all aim to enter the Xuantian Pavilion as their lifelong goal.

"Your senior sister Yan is in danger." Feng Wannian leaned into Li Mo's ear and sighed softly.

He will never forget what happened to those people in Luofu Mountain who were apprentices with Hong Xiaofu back then.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Li Mo frowned suddenly and shouted loudly.

"Xiao Fu!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo had turned the demon-suppressing altar over, and there was a hole the size of a cat's eye at the bottom of the altar.

"Fuck, ran away!?" Feng Wannian's expression changed suddenly.

"Impossible, I checked it when I entered the mountain." Hong Xiaofu's expression also darkened.

"In other words, slipped inside the mountain gate?"

Li Mo and Feng Wannian looked at each other.

A ghost is now wandering in Luofu Mountain like visiting a brothel.

"Hurry up and find it!" Li Mo slapped the table.

If the sect knew about this, it would be no small crime.

Hong Xiaofu regained his composure, and ran out of the classroom like a rat.

Li Mo followed closely and walked out.

"Monster, you must never go to the back mountain."

Li Mo murmured softly, subconsciously looking in the direction of the back mountain.

The splashing monkey is hiding in the back mountain.

(End of this chapter)