Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 197
"Pfft!" Zhuge Ming didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by the fat man's mouthful of water, "Why is this shit so nasty! Hey, I'll go, Mr. Kang Shuaifu! Zhuge Ming, you're too picky, buy it!" Shui still buys this kind of counterfeit goods?"

The fat man muttered, Zhuge Ming shrugged, and said there was no way, there was a drought here, and this brand of water cost 20 yuan a bottle.

"..." The fat man was speechless, picked it up and took another sip, "Forget it, I'll bear it, what about twenty oceans..."

"You just said that Zhang Lingxiu did a great favor, what's the favor?" Ye Feng brought the question back.

"He has already found Hanba." Zhuge Ming smiled, and looked at Zhang Lingxiu who was sitting on the branch without saying a word.

"Has he always been so handsome?" Ye Feng held his forehead and said that since we found it, let's collect it.

"Zhang Lingxiu also discovered that there is a big problem with the drought here." Zhuge Ming said, leading the way ahead, while Zhang Lingxiu was still on the branch.

"Is he not leaving?" the fat man asked.

"He won't come with us."

The three of them arrived at the place Zhang Lingxiu mentioned, which was an ancestral cemetery. Zhuge Ming pointed out, "Hanba is in one of these tombs."

Although the drought demon is called the drought demon, it can only affect the places where human beings live. The old forests like this one are rich in water, and it is impossible to cause a large amount of water shortage for a while.

And these grave mounds are old at first glance, but there is not a single grave mound grass.

But according to common sense, Hanba will only practice in one grave. It is not a high-intelligence evil in itself, and its influence is also very average. There are so many graves here without grave grass. There can only be one situation:
Doubtful.

In order to prevent others from finding it, this Hanba deliberately removed all the weeds on the graves.

This proves that this Hanba's cultivation is not shallow, at least it has developed a trace of wisdom.

Zhuge Ming looked at Ye Feng's thoughtful appearance, smiled and nodded:

"You guessed it right. This Hanmao must not be an ordinary Hanmao. It chooses Tianzaodi to prevent Yin people from finding it through Qimen Dunjia, and at the same time speed up their own cultivation speed. Arranging suspicious tombs is also a means of hiding it. one."

"It's not just about the suspected tombs." Ye Feng shook his head, "This place itself is some fake tombs."

Zhuge Ming frowned and said, what do you mean?
"I mean, Hanba will not be in these graves." Ye Feng explained, "Look at the leaves falling on the graves, although they are a little dry, they still retain a little green, which proves that there is still water in them.

If Hanba really practiced in the Three Caves of the Rabbit in these tombs, then the leaves could not still have the slightest moisture.

So I suspect that the Hanba is not inside at all. "

"What you said makes sense, but it's hard to say without digging. After all, the leaves may have just fallen?"

Ye Feng smiled, "Have you ever seen so many leaves falling at one time? Unless some wild beast rushed down, but is it really such a coincidence? Before we came, we happened to pass by a wild beast, and hit a tree?

Taking a step back, it is impossible for the leaves of these trees to not fall on them for such a long time, so I guess, this is not the location of the Hanba. . "

Zhuge Ming agreed, and just as he was about to speak, a commotion broke out in the jungle, and countless villagers surrounded him from all directions, while those witches led the way.

Those people from the witch religion did not participate in the hunt for themselves, and the only possibility of appearing here is that they also found these fake tombs of Hanba.

But Ye Feng didn't forget, because the fat man scolded them, and now the relationship between the two parties is a little tense.

"These people are indeed Hanba! They must have appeared in this land of Hanba to return to their lair, please don't let them escape!" The members of the Liu family hiding among the villagers shouted loudly.

It's really not a big deal to watch the excitement.

And when Ye Feng and the others appeared here, it was really yellow mud that fell off their crotch—it was either shit or shit...

The villagers rushed forward, and the fat man drew out his saber and confronted those sickles and pickaxes: "My lord, did I just scold the witch religion so that it can be wiped out like this?"

"We are human beings, not some drought demons!" Ye Feng shouted, looked at the peach blossom mask and bowed: "I am Ye Feng, a disciple of Maoshan's inner sect, and this is Zhuge Ming, the descendant of Qimen Dunjia.

This fat man is my Daoist boy, and he was just joking among the crowd at that time. I didn't expect Mr. Wu to be so powerful and so deaf. I apologize to you on his behalf. "

"You are the centipede, and your whole family is centipede!" The man with the peach blossom mask took off his mask. It was a very pretty girl with a beauty mole above the corner of her mouth. The skin cream Saixue was indeed a beauty.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there were women in the witch religion, so he bowed again immediately: "Witch! I slipped my tongue."

"Don't call me a witch!" the girl said with some disgust.

It's so hard to serve!
Originally, the male priests of the witch religion were all called witches, and the female priests were all called witches. Although it is a bit unpleasant, but the inheritance is like this, your uncle wants to change the name, how do I know what to call it!
For a while, the two sides were a little embarrassed.

"My name is Jiulan. Depending on how old you are, you can call me Xiaojiu or Xiaolan." The girl said indifferently.

This girl is really familiar, it seems that it will not be difficult to deal with.

But there was a man with a tiger mask next to him, and he said softly, Miss Jiu, these people must have bad intentions when they come here, why don't we...

"Although our witch religion doesn't practice yin, we are also practitioners anyway, so don't play with those shady things." Jiu Lan waved her hand, raised her chin and looked at Ye Feng: "Hey, little Taoist priest, come and find me too." Drought?"

"Yes, I just found it here." Ye Feng straightened up and replied, looking at the villagers surrounding him, "I am also a cultivator, can you put down the weapons in your hands first..."

Jiu Lan waved his hand, and the villagers really put down their weapons.

"You haven't started digging the grave yet, you just arrived a few minutes before us, right?" Jiu Lan asked.

"Yes." Ye Feng didn't plan to tell about the fake tomb either, he wanted to see how powerful this witch cult was.

"Well, let's divide it up. You pick the one that arrives first. Divide this grave into two, and see who can find Hanba first."

"Miss Nine..." The person wearing the tiger mask cried out pleadingly again, "Where can they find Hanba!"

But Jiu Lan was unmoved and insisted on letting Ye Feng choose first.

Still a little girl who knows the rules.

But this kind of request is really childish, Ye Feng shrugged, "Ladies first, you choose first."

"Okay, you said it." Jiu Lan seemed to take advantage of something, "Which graveyard did the water of the Wangchuan River float on just now?"

"Just the one in front." The man with the tiger mask let out a long sigh of relief, and glanced at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng made way for them and made a gesture of please, but he didn't go to the cemetery behind. Instead, he drank Kang Shuaifu and sat under the shade of a tree watching these people work.

Those villagers are still hostile to Ye Feng and others. They are about one meter away from Ye Feng, and at the same time, the Liu family is still adding fuel to the crowd:

"They insulted the witch religion, it must be Hanba."

"That's right, we didn't invite them. If they really came down from Mount Mao, would they come to a remote place like ours?"

"I think they are Han Ba ​​in disguise, so be careful."

"Why don't you give them a pickaxe first?"

……

Listening to the discussion of the people around, Ye Feng knew that it was Qimen Dunjia Liu's family leading the rhythm, and poked Zhuge Ming: "Are you Qimen Dunjia spreading rumors so well?"

Zhuge Ming still had the same smiling face: "To attack the hearts and minds, to use public opinion, to operate basically."

"You seem to be quite proud." Ye Feng shrugged, took out a Five Thunder Talisman and threw it on the tallest tree trunk. Lightning shut everyone up.

"Yin Tianlei... is really a master of Taoism..."

"Isn't Hanba a ghost? Can he use spells?"

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. Those who can drive away the thunder are all Taoist priests with advanced cultivation. I really didn't expect that young man to be so powerful..."

A Five Thunder Talisman instantly changed the direction of the wind, and Ye Feng patted Zhuge Ming on the shoulder: "This means that the body is not afraid of the shadow's slanting, and the person is slapped on the face.

Now let's see how the Liu family keeps pace! "

Sure enough, the people around began to discuss how advanced Taoism Ye Feng was, and at the same time, they watched how those witch cultists found Hanba.

At the same time, more people dressed as villagers appeared around, but their faces were fair, and they looked like city people.

"Old Liu's family is ready to pick up ready-made ones." Ye Feng said after taking a sip of water.

"Are you so sure that there are no Hanba in these graves?" Zhuge Ming finally put on a serious expression.

"Sure, even if I make a mistake in my judgment, at worst, I'll wait for the melee." Ye Feng wiped his mouth, "But the chance of this happening is definitely zero."

"Heh, that's the best." Zhuge Ming has raised his spirits, holding a compass in his hand, ready for emergencies at any time.

But the fat man and Ye Feng are different, Ye Feng is very confident in his own judgment, and the fat man trusts Ye Feng extremely.

"Crazy, that chick said just now..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly met Jiu Lan's murderous gaze, which reminded him that this chick has a good ear!
"Ahem, Xiaojiu, this person is easy to talk when he is old." The fat man quickly changed his words, and then Jiulan turned around and continued to look for Hanba.

"The Wangchuan River she mentioned, what is the way to find Hanba?"

"It's a spellcasting method of their witch religion, and I've only heard of it.

This method is very costly..."

(End of this chapter)