Zhangjia ancestral hall is built in the most central area of Zhangjia Village, the area occupies 1,000 square meters, sits in the south and faces north, its building materials are made of wood, it looks both simple and elegant.

Qu Fan followed the old chief is the last to come to the ancestral hall, and at this moment, the ancestral hall was already full of people from Zhangjia Village, which seemed a little crowded.

There are about 300 men, women, and children, most of whom are women and children, and less than 100 are young and strong. They were talking to each other.

Seeing the arrival of the old lieutenant, they calmed down instantly, and each of them got out of the way. It shows the status of this old man in the hearts of these Zhang family members.

As soon as Qu Fan followed the old lieutenant to the front of the crowd, there was a strong man about thirty years old, and asked, "Elder Li, what is going on?" Due to the perennial labor, the muscles on his arms are clearly visible. When the rest of the people heard this, they also echoed: "Yes, what's going on, old man?"

The old chief raised his hands and pressed them down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and after everyone was quiet, he said: "Now a group of thieves are rushing to our village, and they will loot our village, and the neighboring Hejia Village has suffered misfortune." When the villagers heard this, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and their voices asked one after another: "Old man, what can I do?"

The old lieutenant frowned slightly, thinking to himself, if the thief has not yet arrived, everyone will be in such a mess, it will definitely not work, so he said loudly: "Folks, don't be impatient, listen to me after I finish speaking!"

In the final analysis, it is still the old chief who has a high prestige in the hearts of this group of villagers, and when he heard the old chief say this, he quickly quieted down, and the old chief continued: "Our ancestors in Zhangjia Village have settled here for generations, and now thieves are attacking and want to destroy our home, folks, do you agree or not?"

"Of course not!" The villagers replied angrily.

The old chief then said loudly: "On the spiritual platform of this ancestral hall, I have the spirit card of our ancestors, if the thieves enter the village, our homeland, our ancestral hall, and the spiritual position of our ancestors, everything we have will be destroyed in one fell swoop, you agree or not." ”

"Disagree!"

"Disagree!"

"Disagree!"

The villagers became even more angry, and the old lieutenant mobilized their emotions, so he said: "This gang of thieves is cruel and extremely vicious, not only kidnapping the women and children of Hejia Village, but also killing all the good men in the village, even the old people have not let go. Such a heartless act is about to be staged in our village, good men of Zhangjia Village, are you afraid! Do you dare to fight with thieves to protect our homeland, our wives and children!"

"Swear to protect our homeland!"

"Fight with the thief!"

"Kill them all!"

"Avenge the men and old people of Hejia Village!"

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The young men of Zhangjia Village were all enthusiastic, their eyes were red, their fists were clenched, and the women and children were angry, because Hejia Village was taken away, and among the people who were killed were their relatives and friends, and now the thieves are coming to harm their own village, and the new hatred is added to the old hatred, how can they not be angry.

After Lao Li Chang'an calmed the emotions of the villagers, he ordered: "Zhang Li, you first lead the women, children and old people in the village to the Lingyue Cave to hide, and the rest will stay with me." ”

Lingyue Cave is located in the back mountain of Zhangjia Village, and in the past, whenever the people of Zhangjia Village encountered a dangerous situation, it was their place of refuge.

Zhang Li wanted to say that he could also stay and fight to the death with the thieves, but was stopped by a sharp look from the old chief. Then he could only lead the women, children and old people in the village to leave the Zhangjia ancestral hall and go to the Lingyue Cave in the back mountain.

The old lieutenant took the remaining young men in the village with an average age of less than thirty, a total of sixty-four people, and rushed to the direction of his home. These young men wondered in their hearts, didn't they want to fight the thieves desperately? Why did the old man take us to his own house? Although the group of people were puzzled, they did not dare to ask more, because they were convinced that the old man had his own reasons for doing this. And Qu Fan followed behind them.

The group came to the courtyard in front of the old chief's house, the old chief motioned for everyone to stay where they were, and he walked to the house, and after a while, the old chief walked out with a black and shiny staff in his hand.

First of all, he ordered the eighty-one young men to stand at the edge of the courtyard and call Qu Fan to stand beside him, and then, raising the staff in his hand, facing the sky above the east, chanting in a language that Qu Fan did not understand. To Qu Fan's ears, it felt like an ancient sacrificial language.

With the old chief shouted: "Open" only to see a golden light, from the staff in the hands of the old chief, emitted out, dazzling, and then, the staff in the hands of the old chief, to the ground of the courtyard, the staff turned on its own, with the rotation, the staff itself inch by inch into the ground, until the staff completely submerged into the ground, the ground came from the feeling of vibration.

In less than a moment, a huge array appeared in front of everyone's eyes, occupying the entire courtyard. The shape of this large array resembles eight trigrams, and the large array is divided into eight directions, namely Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

Qu Fan and the sixty-four young men looked at everything that happened in front of them, and secretly smacked their tongues in their hearts, Qu Fan's eyes looked at the old chief, and found that this was the expression of the old chief, and he was not shocked.

I only heard the old lieutenant say: "A group of eight, each group sits in one direction." He said to Qu Fan again: "Little brother Qu, you come to protect the Dharma for me." ”.

The sixty-four young men quickly divided into eight groups, sitting in eight directions of the big array, Lao Li Changpan sat in the center of the big array, and Qu Fan stood beside him.

After everything was ready, the old chief opened his mouth and read: "Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, earthquake is thunder, Xun is the wind, Kan is water, Li is fire, Gen is the mountain, and Dui is Ze." Heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountains, and rivers, listen to my orders!" I saw that the old chief bit his index finger instantly, and the red blood flowed out of his index finger. Then, the old lieutenant flicked the blood on his index finger to the eight directions of the large array, and the blood was sprinkled on the young men sitting cross-legged in these eight directions.

A "rising" voice came out of the mouth of the old chief, and the young men on the eight sides of the large array suddenly became like old monks, and their eyes closed in an instant, as if they had lost consciousness.

At this time, there was a group of about fifty people, this group of people was part of the group of thieves who ransacked Hejia Village, and they were going back and forth around several paths in front of Zhangjia Village. He held a shiny knife in his hand, and he looked very vicious. I only heard him scold: "In this ghost village, there are still people who know the formation, and when Liu Ye and I break this ghost formation, we will definitely kill the person who laid this formation." ”

"Fuck it!" Liu Kui scolded again.

Just before he finished speaking, the heavens and the earth suddenly began to change, this Liu Kui secretly screamed badly, and the scene in front of him changed, and their group of people were in the bottom of the mountain surrounded by eight mountains in an instant, and above the bottom of the mountain, lightning intertwined and rained down.