said that he was buying the folk Zhou Gong, but in fact, he was looking for folk remedies to get the guidance of the folk masters.

After Wang Dashi saw it, his eyes were full of questions.

The man didn't speak, and at this time, he came to Daifuku's right to help Daifuku treat the red pimples on his face.

Dafu Youtian is not afraid of the earth, he is used to seeing big and small things, but in this specific situation, he is a little timid, afraid that this person is the incarnation of Feng Lingxiao or Eagle God Han, and he is extremely reluctant. said: "What is the origin of the two of you, what is the purpose of Qingshiwa Village here, and what is the meaning of buying the folk Zhou Gong?"

This man is neither crazy and noisy like Feng Lingxiao, nor like the eagle god pretending to be a ghost and pretentious for no reason, but he is very humble, he said: "I am Nanyang Xiu from the burial school, known as Mr. Nanyang, and this person next to me is my sister Nan Xiaolian. ”

Wang Dashi has never heard of the burial sect, I don't know what this sect does, judging from the name, it probably has something to do with the dead, and after listening to Mr. Nanyang, I understood.

It turned out that the burial sect was a well-known sect in Xiaoxiang, which specialized in funeral treatment in the road, including moving corpses, carrying coffins, fixing holes, going down to the fields, sealing soil, etc., and was a faction composed of students recruited by the people and specializing in funeral treatment. This sect was led by the Nanyang Guigong in the land of Xiaoxiang, who was also the originator of the funeral business.

After Nanyang Turtle publicly created the burial sect, he integrated the art of Qimen Dunjia into it, and delved into martial arts to raise his prestige in the road. The burial faction dug graves for the dead and buried them, and built mausoleums for officials. There have been large and small wars in the country, and the burial faction was appointed by the imperial court, and the officials and soldiers who died in the war were moved and buried. As a result, the sect grew and was brilliant for a while.

After the death of Nanyang Guigong, his son Nanyang Xiu inherited his father's business, adhering to the funeral skills of the burial school, and set up a gateway in the land of Xiaoxiang, leaving a reputation in the road. It's just that in recent years, the burial faction has fallen apart, and the day and twilight are poor, and the famous faction of the year has poured thousands of miles, which is really intriguing.

And the man in front of him turned out to be Nanyang Xiu, the current head of the burial faction, known as Mr. Nanyang, and the woman was his sister, and the two of them were the heirs of Nanyang Guigong, who founded the burial faction. The Fengyou monk was in awe: "I really have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and I ask the Nanyang Sect Master to forgive me, forgive me." It is a great pleasure for the Nanyang Sect Master to be here!

Hearing what the wind wandering monk said, Dafu Right and Dafu Zuo were in awe, and Wang Dashi also hugged his fists and gestured with courtesy.

Mr. Nanyang didn't seem to be able to bear such a lift, his face looked a little embarrassed, he sighed, and said: "Alas-you're welcome, just call me Mr. Nanyang, Mr. Nanyang!"

After saying that, Mr. Nanyang took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured the powder into his palm, and then his sister Nan Xiaolian took out a bottle and poured some liquid juice that seemed to be a mixture of water and oil.

Mr. Nanyang mixed the liquid juice and powder thoroughly, and the two were harmonious, and thick white smoke and bubbles came out, and Daifuku was so frightened that he covered his face.

"You, you, I don't know what you are, I'm afraid the flesh will be gone if you wipe it on your face like this! I, I'm going to turn into a skull ......!" Daifuku shouted.

Mr. Nanyang smiled: "Little brother can rest assured, this is the unique secret recipe of the burial sect." - The burial sect specializes in funeral affairs, and it is inevitable that there will be no plagues, corpses, etc., and it is not uncommon to be infected with viruses and rotten gases, so this secret comes in handy, as long as you smear the places you touch, you can avoid infection. In addition, it also has the function of clearing heat and detoxifying, decomposing muscles, when moving the corpse, some owners want to make the dead corpse form, a hundred years without decay, this secret recipe is also one of the required preparations!"

Dafuku was even more frightened when he heard this, and thought to himself: "Mr. Nanyang, if you want to rescue, hurry up and do it, but you have talked so much! It's really unfortunate! I actually used the secret medicine to prevent the plague and the decomposition of corpses to my healthy body! Hey, it's really hard to be so immoral, isn't there any other way? Applying this medicine to the corpses of dead people, is this, this useful? This, is this appropriate? What is the reason for this day? It's really intolerable!"

Dafuzuo said at this moment: "Brother, don't worry about it, people are the masters of the burial faction, presumably this Mr. Nanyang is an extraordinary person, and the burial faction is also a famous sect in the road, and it will not harm you!"

Dafuku snorted coldly and said, "How do you know, if you kill me, you won't have a brother to shout in the future!"

Dafu Zuo felt that Dafuku was verbose, and said: "Don't be verbose, according to my judgment, first, Mr. Nanyang is not like a wicked person, if the lord of the upright faction secretly harms you, isn't it a big joke......;

Feng Yousheng didn't like the analysis of Dafuzuo's first and second, and interjected, "Hey, Dafuzuo, why are you here again, can you not be the first and second, first and second!"

Wang Dashi said at this time: "Dafu right, you were still complaining about the heavens just now, this is God taking care of you!"

"Hehe, it hasn't been cured yet, I'm afraid it's too early to talk about favor now!"

Wang Dashi continued: "If you don't accept treatment now, when you go out in the wilderness, you will go out, you have been poisoned by the black widow, I am afraid that there is a rare person in this world who can detoxify you." According to my opinion, this is a good time, a good opportunity, if you are wrong, there will be no shop in this village, people are kind enough to help you prepare a good antidote, but it also depends on your face? In my opinion, this is people's good intentions, if you regard people's kindness as donkey's liver and lungs, then you are wrong, in the future, your face will be swollen like five red steamed buns, then don't blame God for not taking care of you! If you don't cherish it when you favor you, that is if you don't grasp it yourself!"

Dafu right savored what Wang Dashi said, and felt that it was very reasonable, so he nodded and agreed.

Then, Nan Xiaolian took out a knife and cut the pimple on Daifuku's right face.

Nan Xiaolian is beautiful and beautiful, she seems to be gentle and considerate, but she moves her hands neatly, not soft at all, and after a while, five small cuts were cut on Dafu's right face, and he screamed in pain.

Pus and blood-colored mucus came out of the wound on Daifuku's right face, and Nan Xiaolian took the knife and applied the secret medicine to his face. Daifuku's right face suddenly felt dry and cool, and then the pain was like a pinprick in the face, and the pus and blood flowing from the breach turned yellow, and white bubbles bubbled.

"It's a spider poison that is spilling out of the skin, and after it finishes, the breach is simply cleaned up, and the flesh under the skin will slowly grow!" said Mr. Nanyang.

After a while, the wound gradually stopped hurting, and Daifuku felt that this was God blessing himself, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence! In this way, Daifuku You sincerely thanked Mr. Nanyang.

Mr. Nanyang and his sister Nan Xiaolian came from afar, and this dress and pretentiousness inevitably make people suspicious. The Wind Wandering Monk couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Nanyang, you, you are looking for Zhou, Zhou Gong, why is this, have you encountered any difficulties?......

Nodding, Mr. Nanyang said: "I have traveled to every street and tile alley in the north and south of the river, only looking for people who interpret dreams, but I have never met ......" He said, as if there was a word of suffering, the bones were stuck in the throat, and he did not continue.

In fact, the wind wandering monk has traveled all over the country, and has seen a lot, and has heard about the burial school.

At that time, the burial faction was openly founded and led by Nanyang Turtle, and it was in the limelight and glorious for a while. It was only later, according to heard, that one day Nanyang Guigong had a strange dream, and many people in the dream bowed to him and worshiped him as a god. After Nanyang Guigong woke up, he felt that it was just a dream, and he didn't care, but the next day, he had another dream, which was the same as the dream he had yesterday, which made him very surprised, and he had many questions in his heart, and it was difficult to accept. However, this is just the beginning, and it has not affected Nanyang Guigong, time passes like this, spring flowers and autumn rain, it is hard to imagine that since the beginning of that dream, Nanyang Guigong has been doing this dream every day. ......

The same dream tossed every day, and after that, Nanyang Guigong's children died one after another, first the eldest son, then the second sister died, and then the third sister died......

Mr. Nanyang Xiu inherited the position of the leader of the burial faction, he was the fourth oldest among his siblings, and his younger sister Nan Xiaolian was the fifth, if it continued like this, three would have died in a short period of time, and then death would have befallen him.

This is the scourge of dreams. Nanyang Guigong's dream seemed to be an inexplicable hint, like a curse, and in this way, his descendants faced death one by one, and in this way, the burial sect gradually declined......

Because of these, Mr. Nanyang has no intention of taking care of the burial faction, in order to protect himself and his sister, he has been looking for the person who interprets the dream, and he is still looking for it, he has spent a lot of money to reward the person who interprets the dream, hoping that the person who interprets the dream can explain the mystery of this period, and can crack the dream of death, but he has never found it, and the person who interprets the dream has never arrived.

......

The Wind Wandering Monk had long heard about what was happening in the Burial Sect, and he was bent on unlocking Nanyang Guigong's dream to get a bounty, but he couldn't do anything about it. Later, he met Wang Dashi, so he followed Wang Dashi according to the old man Heihu.

Mr. Nanyang went out of the mountain again this time, looking for the south and the north, looking for the person who interprets the dream, so far, there is still no gain. After that, he would visit some famous factions in the Wutai Mountain Xiantong Temple, Longhu Mountain Zhengyi, the Moon Worship God Sect, the Local School, the Kitchen Shop, the Sword Casting Gang, the Beishan Circus Gang, the Prostitution Shop, the Corpse Raising Valley and other lanes, and invite each faction to select talents to go to the burial faction to relieve the disturbance of dreams.

"Sect gathering, selecting talents, and solving the disturbance of dreams?"