Difficult to do

As soon as the day dawned, Yan Zheng ran out of the village with a bamboo slip in his pocket, lit it at the corner of the village entrance, and saw the bamboo slip burned to ashes, then hurriedly ran back to Yuli's side.

Yuli didn't fall asleep all night, she became weaker and weaker, she leaned against the edge of the bed and was about to find sugar water for herself.

Yan Zheng doesn't care if Li Yao can't afford the altar, he honestly starts to be an errand apprentice.

The young marshal stood in front of the gate of Shiquan with a sad face, and said to the four big men inside: "Wait a minute, as soon as Shiquan wakes up, you will take him to the bamboo forest in the south, and you can only return before evening, do you hear me?"

Although Ada and the others were puzzled, they still saluted respectfully immediately.

Zhu Shangwu tidied his hair and walked towards the altar with his men.

When Li Yao saw it, he hurried up to greet him: "Young commander, we can start after noon. Would you like to go back and rest first?"

Zhu Shangwu glanced at Li Yao and nodded: "No, I'll wait in the ancestral hall."

Li Yao glanced at the ancestral hall, and hurriedly let Zhu Shangwu in.

When Zhu Shangwu entered, the patriarch had already lit incense and worshiped in the ancestral hall.

"The patriarch is here so early." Zhu Shangwu watched the patriarch put down the incense and wiped the incense table with a handkerchief himself.

Zhu Shangwu stood aside and asked his soldiers to stand apart, while he picked a chair and sat down.

The patriarch didn't turn his head, lowered his head, and slowly wiped the bronze vessel clean: "Did you go to the Holy Child Altar yesterday?"

Zhu Shangwu moved now: "Yes, I'm going to see my brother and sister."

Then the patriarch slowly turned around and looked into Zhu Shangwu's eyes and said, "You shouldn't go to the Holy Child Altar again."

Zhu Shangwu suppressed the anger in his heart: "I don't know why the patriarch said that?"

The patriarch lightly threw the handkerchief on the table and put down his rolled up sleeves: "Didn't your mother teach you?"

Zhu Shangwu sneered: "My mother only asked me to burn more things for my brother when I came back. This is not only the rush of yesterday, but also the rush of the future." As he spoke, he stood up and was about to walk into the back hall.

The patriarch immediately blocked Zhu Shangwu's side and warned in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, stay away from the Holy Son Altar."

Zhu Shangwu was about to attack, but Yuli was helped in by Yan Zheng: "Young commander."

The patriarch glanced at Yuli with an ugly face: "What's wrong with Daoist Yuli?"

Yu Li immediately smiled wryly and said: "It's all right, it's just that this old bone hasn't been so tired for a long time, and it's just a little cold." As he spoke, he was supported by Yan Zheng and sat down on a chair beside him.

Yan Zheng looked at the seat in the back hall warily, and said to Yu Li next to him: "There are many ghosts in the door of Master."

Yuli rubbed her tiger's mouth, slowly raised her eyes to look at the door, and said softly: "This is the ancestral hall of Li Family Village, naturally there are many ancestors."

Yan Zheng immediately shook his head with a serious face: "Master, no, no, I have been to other ancestral halls, which are different from the ones here."

The patriarch saw that the two masters and apprentices were singing and trying to provoke trouble, and then Zhu Shangwu sat back on the stool beside him: "Oh, Daoist Yuli is a foreigner, so he probably doesn't know that our ancestral hall is not only for ancestors surnamed Li. The memorial tablet is also dedicated to all the dead sons who have a blood relationship with the surname Li."

"Oh?" Yuli secretly cast her eyes on Zhu Shangwu, Zhu Shangwu looked at the direction of the backyard with a dark face and didn't know what to think about.

The patriarch nodded, and also sat on the chair, watching the girl who just brought in the tea stop talking.After the girl put down the tea and left, the patriarch said again: "Surely this little master is here when he sees the difference?"

Yan Zheng was still puzzled: "Why do you have nothing to do with the children who died halfway? This is not the Temple of Songzi Niangniang or the Temple of Guanyin. It is very inappropriate to do so."

The patriarch smiled: "Speaking of which, this is a method taught to our Li family by an immortal who has already attained the Tao."

"Oh? What way?" Yan Zheng was puzzled, curious in his heart, seeing that the souls had no intention of hurting anyone, he simply listened to the patriarch's story.

The patriarch pointed to the location of the backyard: "Our Li family village was built to seal a big devil back then. Our Li family village looks like a gourd, which is the first magic circle laid down by that immortal."

"The big devil?" Zhu Shangwu had never heard of it, and his mother hadn't heard of it when he was a child, and he didn't mention it to himself. Could it be that the patriarch wanted to make up stories to fool himself and give up his plan to take away his younger siblings?This is too naive, right?

The patriarch nodded: "But as for who the big devil is and how it was sealed, we mortals don't know anything about it. But the immortal wanted to keep my Li family wholeheartedly guarding the battle for generations. So he promised Every generation of the descendants of my Li family will surely live up to the promise of Zongyao's ancestors and ministers." After speaking, the patriarch picked up the tea bowl and took two sips slowly.There was a trace of self-satisfaction or complacency on the face, but it seemed a little lonely and unwilling.

Yan Zheng has been very interested in the legends of these immortals since he was a child, but the master doesn't like to tell stories, he only reads them in books, this is the first time he heard a living person tell it, and it seems that the Li family and the immortal It also has a lot to do with it: "I don't know the name of this immortal, who is his Taoist name? Is there a temple tablet for him nearby?"

When Yuli heard this, her old face blushed, and her apprentice started to fall ill again, and she forgot all the unfathomable immortality that she taught, and instead lost her mind like a fan girl.Yuli raised her hand and grabbed Yan Zheng who was inexplicably excited and pinched Yan Zheng to calm down a bit. Then she looked directly into the patriarch's eyes and said, "What does what you said have anything to do with the Holy Child Altar?"

The patriarch looked at Yan Zheng with a smile and pointed to the outside of the ancestral hall: "There is a hole under the pear tree outside the village. Martial arts.

Zhu Shangwu is still the one I am most proud of, sitting on a stool and exhaling through his nostrils.The patriarch saw that Zhu Shangwu had stopped his plan to force his way in, so he was naturally willing to spend more time thinking of a way to get the best of both worlds.

Yuli must be more interested in this Holy Child Altar than any fairy who is impossible to meet, after all, he almost got stuck in it yesterday.I hate myself for not being able to tell the appearance of monsters and distinguish ghosts at a glance like Yan Zheng.I can only rely on the Taoism taught by my master and brother to fumble to defeat those monsters one by one, like blind people fighting.

The patriarch smiled slightly at the three of them: "Don't get close to the Holy Child Altar, this is my sincere advice. You can't mess with the things inside."

When Zhu Shangwu heard this, he threw it hard immediately, and he looked like Zhu Chengde with a wave of gangster spirit: "Damn, what kind of monsters come to kill each other, I'm afraid he will throw a ball!"