Xiong Hong, the head of the powerful bear family in Wancheng three generations ago, was full of desperate howls still in his ears, and the chariot with four ghost horses running and dragging at full speed rushed into the sky-swallowing giant mouth of the red-haired ghost king, like a stone sinking into the sea without a sound.

Immediately after, the red-haired ghost king closed his wide mouth that connected the world and the earth, and slowly began to chew. After a while, Ye Zhiqiu heard a distant muffled sound that seemed to be in the sky, and then saw the ghost king's sky-facing nose constantly smoking, just like the big chimneys common in farmers.

"Swallow it and chew it to death. Three generations ago, the head of the Xiong family died a miserable death, am I too cruel?"

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the great enemy was all destroyed, and the wound of the ribs and broken bones that had been forcibly pressed down before suddenly felt a faint pain.

"No, my methods are far from cruel! A group of treacherous local tyrants, rich and powerful, and rich and prosperous are all snatched by ingenuity, and thousands of acres of fields connected by each other will not fall from the sky, nor will they seem to have been carved out of the wilderness. If it was before, this wealth might still be able to be passed on, and once he met me, he would be unhappy with his retribution. ”

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu turned his head to stare at the big monster who only had the upper body of the Hidden Mountain Lord: "For the sake of your timely rectification, this way will spare your life for the time being!"

Shaking his hand back to the Tai Bai Jin Snake Ge, a blood line shot out in response, the big monster hurriedly reached out to cover it, but unfortunately the mouth was too big, and the hands were not long enough, so he could only use a trick to use a through arm technique, the left hand was shortened, the elbow was close to the shoulder, and the right hand took the opportunity to take an extra section before holding down the wound.

Even in such an embarrassing situation, the big monster was not angry, when he saw the monk with low skills, revealing the source of the Dao veins behind him, the three-headed ghost king who inhabited the underworld, acting as Ye Zhiqiu's backer, he put the Xiong family's covenant behind, turned his head and began to think about how to sell his allies and make friends with the "Left Dao Scholar".

"Xiong Hong's first pot of gold was taken from the treasure land of Feng Shui in Yinshan Mountain, and I dare not forget this debt until I die. Now that all the gods of the Xiong family are dead in the hidden mountain, it is just the right time to clear the silt, help me clean up the source, and restore the original appearance of the mountain master. Please ask the Taoist to help, everything that happened during this period will definitely make you gain. ”

Ye Zhiqiu originally wanted to refuse, but since the Hidden Mountain Lord had promised it, it was not easy for him to shirk it, and after thinking for a moment without noticing the trap in it, he was still not very relieved, so he secretly took out the molt of the turtle spirit master who had killed the sea monster monk of Kowloon Island before, and dripped a few points of blood on it, deducing the good fortune and misfortune of this matter.

After a while, there was a blood line spread on the turtle shell, the shape was like a clump of thistles, and the branches were extremely luxuriant, like new shoots germinating, and the rhizomes were straight, and then the branches and leaves were scattered, but it was the appearance of Xiao Ji.

"No! Tribulus terrestris has thorns, this is a good omen, I can't be deceived by appearances. ”

Ye Zhiqiu quietly wiped the blood stains on the surface of the turtle shell, the innate spirit that can be used repeatedly, the misfortune and fortune are close to grasp, and in his opinion, it is more useful than a magic weapon.

"Your Majesty, how important it is for the mountain lord to be reinstated, it involves Shinto secrets. This Dao is worried that when he observes the ceremony, he will not be able to control it for a while, and he can't help but take away his personality and do the evil thing of treachery, and the path will be very difficult in the future, and I hope to forgive him!"

Only the big monster on the upper body, after the Xiong family gods were all destroyed, the waist down is now beginning to grow, he knows that time waits for no one, and he has tested the "left road man" in front of him, and found that this person has no interest in the mountain lord's position, and he is immediately relieved.

The big monster nodded heavily, and immediately turned around and retreated into the frog's den, and after a while, he dragged out a coffin with all his might, stretched out his hand, and the gentle ground immediately rose up, forming a small hill, and the dirt pushed out on its own, like a dozen pairs of invisible big hands, serving him.

Ye Zhiqiu estimated that this coffin was the father of Xiong Hong, the former head of the Xiong family for three generations, and took the opportunity of being buried in the frog cave of the treasure land of feng shui, like a key to open the door of the treasure house, and continuously poured the feng shui and earth power accumulated in the hidden mountain for many years into the family fortune of the Xiong family, helping it to transform from an ordinary rich family in the countryside to a famous local hero in Wancheng.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh: "A drink and a peck, all are determined by heaven." There will be retribution for good and evil in the world!"

When the big monster heard this, he nodded unconsciously, obviously agreeing with the Taoist man's words. Although the Xiong family harmed his future, and tired of his transformation into a demon, after some hardships, he still did not reverse the trajectory of deviation and return to his original position.

"Without the presiding over of the god of the Underworld family, the fortune of the Xiong family will gradually deteriorate. As the saying goes, the wind blows eggshells, and the wealth scatters people to be happy. It is estimated that after one generation, it will be dilapidated, and even the family of the rich in the countryside will not be able to keep it. If the Xiong family still wants to cheer up, Hidden Mountain will never contribute. Besides, the children of the Xiong family, I have just started it, and I haven't done enough harm yet!"

Ye Zhiqiu no longer had the original intention of "claiming justice" for the Xiong family at this time, and after listening to the words of the mountain master, he didn't want to stop his revenge at all. Besides, these conditions were originally the original words of the Xiong family god to envelop the mountain lord of the Hidden Mountain, so he had no position to interfere.

"Your Majesty's reinstatement is important, this way is goodbye!"

Ye Zhiqiu left after speaking, without giving the other party any chance, and even did not hesitate to use the extraordinary body method recorded in the martial arts, and went down the hidden mountain in a few steps, and went in the direction of Lujiang County, Yangzhou.

The three-headed ghost king followed like a shadow, and the mountain lord who gradually grew out of his lower body sighed, looking at the direction where Ye Zhiqiu was far away, feeling that the bait he sprinkled was not sweet enough, and he didn't even attract this monk into the trap, and couldn't help but wonder if he was bidding too low, and didn't let the other party feel sincerity.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the trap laid out was seen through by the other party, so he took the initiative to avoid it when he went to the meeting alone and was only about to kick the door.

"When did it start, the Taoist people who were cold by nature have all changed, I didn't even realize it, could it be that I have been sleeping for a long time and have not been able to keep pace with the times!"

The owner of the hidden mountain "croaked" twice, or buried the coffin of the old father of the head of the Xiong family three generations ago, and then stretched out his finger to backfill the sealed soil outside, and the turf vegetation grew rapidly, and the hiding ground was dense and dense, and ordinary people could not see it from the outside.

Then, he cut the toad stone in half, used mana to point it back to its original state, and entered the frog's den backwards by himself, his long tongue popped out, and he grabbed the toad stone to seal the hole outside.

After a while, the underside of the Hidden Mountain Lord grew, and the body returned to a complete state, immediately dissolving into countless vesicles, and starting a new round of transformation.

The feng shui ban outside was activated again, and the indifferent water vapor gathered into smoke clouds, hooking up the thick clouds in the sky, hiding the hidden mountain between the clouds and mist, not to mention ordinary people, even the monks on the side of the door couldn't see through the details.

When the powerful Xiong family in Wancheng made a fortune, it was inevitable that there was some blood, and there was no lack of darkness in the means, and in the past, it could be forcibly suppressed and grinded, but now the Xiong family's underworld family god is empty, and the feng shui and earth power of the hidden mountain are suddenly cut off, and it can no longer be suppressed.

Haunted by resentment, ghosts, falling while walking, drinking cold water and stuffing teeth, all kinds of strange and strange things appeared one after another in Xiong's house. The same heroes on the left and near will not help at all, they mostly get some kind of reminder, they are happy to watch the excitement, and they will watch from the wall for the time being.

Besides, Ye Zhiqiu's trip will be much smoother next, his feet are extremely fast, even if he is in a hurry at night, there is no hindrance.

When the distant eastern sky revealed the white belly of the fish, the slightly drunk morning light pierced the sky, Nanyang Wollongong was leisurely in sight, there was an important person there, Ye Zhiqiu wanted to visit.

Although he has long been interested in chasing historical celebrities in his heart, under the background of the era of Taoist manifestation, what is the strange man who will be known as Fulong in the future, what does it look like now, Ye Zhiqiu really can't hold back his curiosity.

That is, when he got closer, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the hill from afar, only to see the pine and cypress spreading, a gust of morning wind blowing, setting off layers of waves, the mountain air is lingering, if there is a spiritual rhyme.

"Dao Qi is deeply hidden, this is the formation of the Xuanmen! I am a step too late after all, he must have been accepted as a disciple by Xianzhen. This true seed of cultivation is too rare, otherwise I would rather commit a lot of involvement than abduct it!"

It turned out that Ye Zhiqiu had such a grand plan hidden in his heart, but people's growth experience has a lot to do with the surrounding environment.

Without Jingzhou's humanistic essence, Zhuge Liang would never be as extraordinary, wise and close to demon as described in history.