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Chapter 598: The Method of Opening the Altar

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    "Don't mess with the two of you at this critical moment."

    Zhang Er walked directly between the threshold and blocked me and Mao Yuanyang.

    Mao Yuanyang snorted coldly, and walked straight out of the courtyard.

    Zhang Er looked back at me, and I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, it's about my grandpa"

    "It's okay, now you have enough ability to prevent others from talking nonsense, but today, you still need to focus on this matter." Zhang Er urged.

    I nodded solemnly, and the two of them stopped hesitating and walked directly outside the courtyard.

    The night is so dark that today's moon is like a curved sickle, and the thin mist lingers in the night sky, revealing coldness and chill.

    This is not only the ghost moon, but also the night that the old people often say that the night is dark and the wind is high to kill people!

    Mao Yuanyang was very fast under his feet, and Zhang Er and I could barely keep up.

    Zhang Er whispered in my ear: "Mao Yuanyang should be one of the best Taoist priests in Neiyang City. The Taoist priest Mao Tao back then was already very capable. I don't know how many vicious corpses and ghosts have been killed. Otherwise, your grandfather would not  Will work with him."

    "In today's business, Uncle Zhang will teach you one more thing. Mr. Yin Yang is often a strategist. The mourning stick in your hand should deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment, instead of you rushing forward to fight, understand?"

    My eyelids twitched slightly, and my eyebrows trembled twice.

    Zhang Er went on to say: "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind, and after the oriole there is a hunter. Mr. Yin Yang is that hand. Today these people, headed by Mao Yuanyang, hate the person who steals life. Qi  The people at home can let them vent their anger, and it can also let you see some of their methods, including the methods of the old man."

    "If you rashly walk in front of them, it will actually displease Mao Yuanyang and everyone else."

    When Zhang Er said this, he kept silent.

    I also fully understand that he is going to be the one who is just reaping the benefits of the fisherman!

    From the beginning to the end, isn't Zhang Er planning strategies?

    It's just that the accident at Ji Niang Mountain and my betrayal made his calculations wrong.

    And the second trip to Jiniang Mountain was Zhang Er's shot at a critical moment. The corpse head mushroom broke the suppression of those servants, otherwise, we might all be in Jiniang Mountain now.

    In an instant, the two of us had followed Mao Yuanyang.

    A group of three people also came to the entrance of the village.

    There are many people standing here in the dark, except for the dozen or so Fengshui masters and Taoist priests, there are people wearing uniform Taoist robes behind them.

    These people almost all bowed to Mao Yuanyang!

    I understood at a glance that they are the Taoist priests of the Changqing Taoist Temple. As the master of the temple, Mao Yuanyang is not surprising to gather these people.

    The next moment, Mao Yuanyang raised his hand, and the Maotao sword was higher than his head. His face was stern, and his voice was even lower: "This is the Maotao sword of the old temple master. He died in the hands of a traitor, and we are not sure about the traitor's death."  Whether it is here or not, but we want to charge a little interest. The interest collected for the old temple master! The living will be kept alive and handed over to the yangcha, if it is a ghoul, its body will be destroyed, its soul will be destroyed, and its soul will be scattered, and it will not be reborn!"

    Mao Yuanyang's voice was not loud, obviously suppressing his throat.

    The Taoist priests behind him didn't make any noise, they put their hands on their chests almost at the same time, clenched their fists, and there was determination in their eyes.

    Mao Yuanyang glanced back at Zhang Er and me.

    Zhang Er walked to those Feng Shui masters calmly, and at the same time he pulled my clothes, and I followed him out.

    Obviously, Mao Yuanyang's face looked a lot better, with a sudden feeling of aloofness.

    Just at this time, a young man came out of the Taoist priests and whispered in Mao Yuanyang's ear.

    Mao Yuanyang's eyes brightened obviously, and he waved his sleeves and said: "The Taoists who explored the road sent back a message. In the abandoned house of the Wang family, they are opening an altar. The situation inside the house is unknown. There are a small number of villagers watching outside the house.  Do it! Catch them off guard!"

    At the same time as his words fell, there was also a person running back at a very fast speed with his waist bent down in the distance of the village road.

    When he came to Mao Yuanyang, he stopped. He knelt down in front of Mao Yuanyang, and called out to the Lord in a low voice, and he came back to lead the way.

    For Mao Yuanyang and others, it was the first time they came to the village, but it was very familiar to me, but what Zhang Er said made me not go forward.

    After all, it is not with Chen Xiazi and Liu Wensan. Among those who have their own goals, it is really the best choice to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

    A group of people walked forward quickly, and soonHe quickly reached the end of the village, and under the gesture of the man in front, the Taoist priests behind gradually dispersed in an arc.

    After the end of the village, the house changed from a normal small second-floor house with green tiles to an earthen house.

    Go a little further, and you will almost reach the abandoned house of the Wang family.

    I can see those Taoist priests scattered.

    Not all of them scattered, but some people were left behind, and all of them were scattered, just to surround and outflank, so as not to let people flee.

    And the few Feng Shui masters around me either held a compass in their hands, or found out a bronze mirror of the eight trigrams, and a kind of utensils of a Feng Shui master. Some were ready to do it, and some were also surveying Feng Shui. They should have already  Discussed how to do it, so it seems methodical.

    Just at this moment, my mobile phone suddenly received a message.

    After I took it out and looked down, the message was sent by Chen Xiaopang, and it was a video.

    The video was a bit wobbly, but I recognized it at a glance, it was the compound of Wang's house!

    Back then when we fought the fools of the Wang family here, I, Liu Wensan, and Blind Chen were all seriously injured!

    In the video, a group of villagers knelt down in a crowd.

    All these villagers hold a bowl in their hands, or their own iron bowls, ordinary pottery bowls, and some holding small basins.

    Their expressions were somewhat fierce.

    Among them, I recognized many people, and the most vicious ones were also the loudest when they stopped my grandfather from being buried.

    Obviously the video was shot secretly, and he was trembling slightly, maybe Chen Xiaopang was trembling after seeing this?  What surprised me even more was that I asked Chen Xiaopang to watch from a distance, as long as no one left, where did he go?  How close can you take this video?

    During this period, I don't know who said something later: "At this juncture, Luo Shiliu, what phone are you looking at? Don't do anything bad!"

    I looked back, and the person speaking was a bearded Feng Shui master, about forty years old, with a long and narrow goat face.

    There was contempt in his eyes, I looked at him coldly, and he snorted coldly.

    I ignored him and continued to watch the video when I turned around. Zhang Er was beside me, and his eyes moved over. This delay made us walk at the back of the line.

    Those feng shui masters and Taoist priests walked past us without hesitation, and I faintly heard the goat-faced feng shui master say that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and it was a waste of inheritance.

    All my attention was on the video. Those kneeling villagers had already started to put down their bowls, and cut their palms, letting the blood flow in the rice on the bowls.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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