In this kind of remote mountain village, there will be a subtle feng shui bureau that is enough to confuse Xuanwei?

Perhaps this possibility cannot be ruled out, but what is the purpose of the layout with such painstaking efforts?

Could it be that in order to let the male owner of the house not raise it from now on, and then cut off the incense?

Hehe, isn't it simpler and rude to have that idle work that is directly arranged into a murderous place?

Based on the above, Xuanwei believes that the possibility of Feng Shui Bureau can be basically ruled out.

"Then aside from Feng Shui and the external environment, the rest is most likely because of something inside. Xuan Wei secretly analyzed.

It's a pity that Xuan Wei can't use his spiritual sense, and he can't use the Qi Hope Technique, otherwise that thing would not be able to hide at all.

Like now, Xuan Wei couldn't even determine whether that thing was a ghost or some kind of evil thing.

"Layman, have you missed anything, especially something that is not very common and looks rather strange. Xuanwei emphasized to the dog's egg and sledgehammer.

The dog scratched his head, slightly embarrassed: "Xuanwei Daoist, let's look for it again and see if there are any things that we haven't noticed just now." ”

Sledgehammer didn't speak, silently rummaging through the room, trying to find what Xuan Wei said.

"Dao Chief, there is a piece of wood here, do you think it could be this?" After a few minutes, Goudan ran over with a piece of wood in his hand and an excited face.

Before Xuanwei could listen to the dog's details about the appearance of the wood chips, the sledgehammer that came from the sound covered his face and said, "That's the wood chips I cut myself, which are used to pad the table legs." ”

Well, I'm most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.

Dogegg puts the chips back in their place and continues to search for other areas.

"Xuanwei Daoist, this is a stone handed down by my ancestors, which is usually used to pickle pickles. Not long after, the sledgehammer carried a piece of bluestone and placed it in front of Xuanwei.

Xuan Wei reached out and touched the stone, perhaps because of its perennial use, the surface of the stone was quite smooth.

In line with the attitude of preferring to kill by mistake and not letting go, Xuanwei decided to experiment.

"Erha!" Xuanwei shouted.

Erha was lying in the courtyard basking in the sun, so frightened that several chickens in the chicken shed trembled, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Hearing Xuanwei's shout, Erha quickly got up, ran to Xuanwei's feet, and arched Xuanwei's legs with his head as if flattering.

"Go to the chicken coop and catch a rooster. Xuan Wei commanded.

Xiao Ash immediately translated Xuan Wei's words, and after listening to Erha, a green light appeared in his eyes, could it be that this is the rhythm of opening meat?

For fear that Xuanwei would regret it, Erha kicked his legs and rushed to the chicken shed in the courtyard as if flying.

"Daoist Xuanwei, do you want me to go?" Listening to the crows of chickens in the courtyard, Sledgehammer said with a little trepidation.

"Poor Dao, here we need to prepare some other things. "Xuanwei is colorful.

"Daoist, what do you need me to prepare?" Sledgehammer hurriedly asked, where can he still take care of those chickens.

"A bowl, and a knife. Xuanwei replied.

contacted Xuanwei and asked Erha to catch a rooster, and the two of Dogan and Sledgehammer more or less guessed what Xuanwei was going to do next.

In movies, Taoist priests can often be seen subduing zombies or ghosts with ink lines stained with chicken comb blood, which is certainly exaggerated, but according to folk sayings, the rooster's comb blood and black dog blood do have the effect of driving away evil spirits.

The two quickly took a large porcelain bowl and a knife from the kitchen and handed them to Xuanwei.

At the same time, Erha returned to the house with a bright red rooster in his mouth.

"Heh, Sledgehammer, how is your rooster bare?" Dog Dan couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he looked at the rooster in front of him, which was all naked and slick, leaving only a few tail feathers to cover his buttocks.

The sledgehammer also looked at the rooster in Erha's mouth in shock, the withered chicken with flapping wings and a look of despair was really the chicken he raised himself?

Well, leaving aside the part below the rooster's neck, this head alone seems quite familiar!

"Didn't you bring it to you to eat, are you monkeys in a hurry to pluck off all the chicken feathers?" Xuan Wei scolded angrily.

No wonder the roosters in the courtyard were so miserable, it turned out that they had suffered such a ferocious persecution.

When Erha learned of this rather terrifying fact, he took two steps back in a deep shock, and the in his mouth fell to the ground, and his gray eyes were full of the words "unbelievable".

"Dao Chief, this chicken will be killed and bloodletted anyway, if you don't dislike it, you can bring it back after you run out. Sledgehammer said loudly, as long as the disease can be cured, don't say a chicken, even if he sends a hundred or a thousand chickens, he is willing.

Erha, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, raised his tail as if he had seen a ray of light.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the poor road only needs to take a little rooster comb blood, and it can't hurt the rooster's life. Xuanwei explained.

Erha wailed and collapsed to the ground, like a salted fish that had lost his dreams.

Ignoring Erha, who had a lot of drama, Xuanwei took the knife and the porcelain bowl, and wanted to cut open the rooster's comb and bleed.

"This knife is quite light to weigh, and the handle is also slightly curved, it doesn't seem to be a kitchen knife?" Xuan Wei weighed the knife in his hand, and said with a little surprise.

"I think this knife is quite small in shape, and the edge is quite sharp, so it must be easier to kill a chicken than a kitchen knife. Dogan said innocently.

"Speaking of which, this knife was picked up by my grandfather when he went hunting in the mountains, don't look at some rust spots on its surface, the knife edge is still sharp after so many years, and it is not too easy to use it to chop melons and vegetables. Sledgehammer chimed in.

Xuanwei frowned slightly, and reached out to touch the shape of the knife.

The blade is slightly crescent-shaped, narrow and curved, and the thickness and width are not as good as ordinary kitchen knives, so it feels light when you hold it.

Xuan Wei reached out and flicked the blade, it didn't seem to be made of iron or stainless steel.

"Layman, do you know the material of this knife?" asked Xuanwei.

"It's supposed to be an alloy, and I look like there's copper in it. Sledgehammer replied.

Goudan leaned over and looked at it twice, touched his chin and said, "I think this luster may have been added to it, so it can still be so bright after many years." ”

"Well, if you say so, maybe it's still a treasure?" Sledgehammer said with some disapproval.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Xuan Wei's mind, and he subconsciously dropped the knife and reached out to wipe it twice on the robe.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! Whether this knife can be regarded as a treasure is difficult to judge. But if nothing else, this should barely count as a cultural relic. Xuan Wei smiled bitterly.

"What? Doesn't that mean this knife is worth a lot of money? Sledgehammer, you're going to send it!" said the dog, patting Sledgehammer on the shoulder.

"Yes, why did I forget!Dog, do you remember when the old man in the village said that there were bandits in the mountains?" exclaimed Sledgehammer as he slapped his thigh.

"Of course I remember, I heard that the bandits were actually the grass that fell after the officers and soldiers ate the battle, and they burned and looted everywhere, making a particularly fierce scene. Goudan recalled.

Sledgehammer smiled, picked up the knife that Xuanwei had dropped, and said excitedly: "So, do you think this could be a treasure that the bandits snatched from somewhere, but it was accidentally left in the wild when they fled in a hurry?"

On closer examination, it is not impossible that Sledgehammer said that this situation is not impossible.

"Daoist Xuanwei, how do you know that this knife is a cultural relic, and it looks quite ordinary?" asked Goudan curiously.

Xuan Wei coughed lightly twice, and replied with a little sympathy: "This should be a gelding knife from the Qing Dynasty!"