Ergou couldn't see the slightest fear on Li Chengjing's face, and knew that it must be as the shopkeeper said, Li Chengjing was the kind of master who knew Taoism, and secretly sighed that Jiang was still old and spicy.

Shopkeeper Yu handed over the key to Li Chengjing, and left in a hurry with Ergou, obviously unwilling to stay here longer.

Li Chengjing unlocked the lock, approached the courtyard, and felt carefully, there was no feeling of coldness or restlessness.

He didn't have any more doubts, according to the records in the Sado book, it didn't mean that as long as someone in the family died, there would be ghosts in the murderous house.

More often than not, it is to leave resentment, and if future generations live, they will be disturbed by resentment and bring bad luck.

He pushed open the door of the hall and was forced out of the room by a stench.

The bright sunlight poured into the room, and Li Chengjing's pupils shrank.

I saw that the walls of the room and the floor seemed to be splashed with a layer of black paint.

When the stench was almost gone, Li Chengjing walked in, and with a light touch of his fingers on the black paint, he was immediately dyed with a layer of red, which turned out to be blood that had dried up for a long time.

What the shopkeeper said before that the house was stained with blood really didn't scare him.

In a trance, Li Chengjing seemed to see several members of the family being hacked to death at home, blood soaring, spilled everywhere.

Sighing, Li Chengjing turned around and walked to the yard, found the wooden barrel and other things, and thought of a well he saw when he came, he didn't even lock the yard and left directly.

This kind of murderous house, what lock do you need, even if something is stolen inside, Li Chengjing will give the thief a thumbs up, he is a ruthless person.

Li Chengjing quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors, casting him a scrutinizing and puzzled look.

At the mouth of the well, some women and children gathered, some washing and some washing vegetables.

"Where did this Daoist come from?"

A bold woman asked.

Li Chengjing didn't care, who told him to have a good skin, in the past, with the swagger of the demon master, their good skin deceived many people.

Li Chengjing stopped and said with a smile: "Pass through this place, be attracted by the scenery here, and stay in Qingxiu for a while." ”

"What is the Dao Chief's Dharma name?"

"Poor Dao Cheng Zi disciple, Master gives the name of Cheng Respect."

"Ah, it's Master Chengjing!"

"If you don't dare to be a mage, you can call me a little Taoist."

"The Taoist chief is beautiful, speaks well, and is so humble."

"The Taoist chief is not like a Taoist priest, but like a scholar in that drama."

The rural village woman has no etiquette rules, her mouth is still broken, and she has a bold beginning, and the other eldest daughters-in-law and younger daughters-in-law began to laugh at Li Chengjing.

Li Chengjing was not annoyed, and replied one by one, and his modest attitude won a lot of favor.

Even the bucket was beaten with the help of an aunt.

"Where does this live, Daoist? I met the shopkeeper just now, and I asked him if he still didn't say anything. ”

Li Chengjing smiled and pointed to a few small courtyards adjacent to the mountains and forests, and said, "It's there!" ”

Everyone followed Li Chengjing's pointing, saw the courtyards clearly, and suddenly their faces changed color.

A young woman said kindly: "I don't see it, the shopkeeper Yu is also a black-hearted man, how can he find such a murderous mansion for the Taoist chief, isn't this the key to the Taoist chief?" ”

"That shopkeeper only felt ugly in the past, but I didn't expect his heart to be so vicious, it must be because he saw that the Taoist chief was beautiful, and the new students were jealous......"

The corners of Li Chengjing's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Don't blame the shopkeeper, Poor Dao heard that this house is a murderous house, so he wants to live here." Poor road to the four corners of the world, practice to hold the heart, although not through any mysteries, but also know a few transcendent scriptures, if you don't know, it's okay, since you know, how can you not care, specially asked the shopkeeper for help. ”

A group of people praised again, Li Chengjing didn't dare to stay longer, and Li Chengjing, who had broken his mouth, was also a little afraid, so he left on the grounds of sprinkling and sweeping.

A group of little kids still wanted to follow, but they were all pulled back by their own adults.

Li Chengjing is a Taoist priest who is not afraid of ghosts, but it doesn't mean that these ordinary Suzi can provoke them.

What's more, small children are more likely to provoke dirty things.

Not to mention whether the Taoist priest has real skills, even if he has just lived, he has not been able to surpass the ghosts.

While cleaning, Li Chengjing recalled the scene he encountered before entering the village.

It was a couple of old hunchbacked peasants, pulling a donkey cart past him.

At that time, you could smell the strong smell of blood, and you could see many stumps through the broken straw mats on the donkey cart.

Li Chengjing followed all the way, and saw them stop in front of the valley near the village, dragged a few corpses from the donkey cart, dug a random pit in the valley, threw people into it, sprinkled some thin soil, and left.

After they left, Li Chengjing stood at the mouth of the valley and looked inside, only to see that it was full of white bones and countless tombs, obviously a mass grave.

The valley is located between the three mountains, and there is no sunshine all day long, and the miasma is pervasive, and the cold air is cold.

Isn't it the place where Li Chengjing is looking for a gathering place.

Thinking of the many materials recorded in the cultivation secret book, Li Chengjing immediately concluded that he could find enough materials to cultivate here.

I immediately decided to stay here.

After hearing that this place was a lawless place, Li Chengjing was even more relieved, and he didn't have to worry about people from the government chasing after him.

After some sprinkling, the whole room was wet, and he couldn't sleep tonight, but Li Chengjing didn't plan to stay here tonight.

Seeing that the sun was already in the west, Li Chengjing came to the shopkeeper's wine shop again, had dinner, asked about some things, and inquired all the way according to the information provided by the shopkeeper Yu, and found the home of Fan Jiu, the butcher in the village.

The butcher Fan Jiu, who lives in a similar geographical location as Li Chengjing, is also on the edge of the village, except that Fan Jiu's house is next to a small river.

As soon as he got closer, Li Chengjing smelled a strong smell of blood, especially in the grass hut by the river, and he could see the blackened soil.

knocked on the courtyard door, and soon a woman with a big shoulder and a thick waist appeared, and when she saw Li Chengjing, her eyes lit up, she looked up and down, and asked in a gentle voice that she thought she had: "Oh, the Taoist chief is here to turn his fate?" ”

The corners of Li Chengjing's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Poor Dao is a Taoist priest, and he doesn't change his fate, this eldest sister, Poor Dao is here to find Mr. Fan Jiu, but at home?" ”

Fan Jiu seemed to hear Li Chengjing calling him, walked out of the room, and dragged a large bowl in his hand, seeing Li Chengjing giving him his hand, he hurriedly put the bowl down, and walked out of the scholar Li Chengjing's appearance to return the salute, and said: "The Taoist is polite, villain Fan Jiu, I don't know what is the matter with the villain?" ”

Li Chengjing said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Fan Jiu, the small courtyard where Poor Dao lives now is a murderous mansion, and he needs something to ward off evil spirits, so he specially came to buy a knife for Mr. to kill animals, of course, he will not let Mr. suffer." ”

Li Chengjing took a bite to sir, and the thick man called Fan Jiu's eyebrows danced, and he waved his hand again and again and said: "Don't call me Mr. Daoist, the villain can't afford these two words, just call the villain Fan Butcher or Lao Jiu." ”

Then he asked suspiciously: "The Taoist chief wants my knife for slaughtering pigs and sheep, and that thing can also ward off evil spirits?" ”