"Cousin, what treasure did that Taoist Master Mu give you?"
Coming out of the dilapidated Puyun Temple, Rong Tianding was curious about what Taoist Mu had mysteriously given to Zhang Xuezhou.
Judging from the distressed look on Mu Taoist's face, he seemed to have handed over something extraordinary.
"I don't know either. He said it can only be used if you see the vagina. You can't open it normally, otherwise it won't be effective when you use it!"
Zhang Xuezhou held a small jar sealed with red cloth. He shook it slightly, but he didn't feel what was in the jar.
Zhang Xuezhou had seen the alchemy furnace magic weapon used by Fu Bugui to make alchemy. The structure was so ingenious that Zhang Xuezhou was extremely envious, and the way of making alchemy by blending water and fire was even more amazing.
This made Zhang Xuezhou very curious about the magic weapon, just as much as Rong Tianding wanted to figure it out at this time.
But since Mu Taoist said it, Zhang Xuezhou is not inconvenient to remove the red cloth now.
"It should be better than pig blood vessels!" Zhang Xuezhou added.
"What's recorded in that veteran's animal skin book?" Rong Tianding asked with great interest.
"Those are the ghost-catching experiences he has collected over the years." Zhang Xuezhou hissed, "Even he hasn't mastered any of them."
"Do you have any experience without practicing?"
It was difficult for Rong Tianding to understand this feeling.
Zhang Xuezhou made gestures from time to time, constantly adjusting the flow of mana in his body, trying to successfully use the Feminine Object Tracking Technique.
You can safely leave it to Mu Taoist to find the hidden objects. Naturally, this skill is not very advanced.
Taoist Mu knew the hidden dangers of this technique and had never practiced it.
Lacking the corresponding exchange of learning experiences, Zhang Xuezhou could only try his luck to see if he could learn it before he wanted to use it.
His behavior was temporary, but after running the Feminine Object Tracking Technique several times, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had succeeded.
In his body, subtle magical power was constantly entwining thirteen acupuncture points and involving thirty-two acupuncture points. When Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his finger, a black shadow suddenly appeared from his finger.
Faintly, Zhang Xuezhou could also hear a hissing sound like a snake.
The continuous operation of mana also caused this black shadow to begin to twist its body, constantly rotating and adjusting, as if it was looking for a direction.
"It seems to use mana to simulate the breath of the fetus, and then make relevant comparisons for the search, and wait until the target is determined to guide the direction!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the shadow wrapped around his fingers, and he felt that the shadow was somewhat similar to the aura of the sad and hanged woman in white that day.
He also understood another reason why Mu Taoist did not practice the art of tracking down hidden objects.
For Mu Taoist, who is mainly responsible for cultivating hanged ghosts, even if he masters the art of tracking ghosts, his position will always be fixed on the hanged ghost next to him, and there is no possibility of other directions.
It is no wonder that Mu Taoist went to Longmen Village, Shilipo, to perform rituals, but still did not identify the hiding place of the negative things.
"If the hanged ghost raised by the Taoist priest hadn't died, I'm afraid this ghost tracking technique would have taken me to Puyun Temple!"
Zhang Xuezhou was thoughtful.
He moved forward with everyone, and carefully maintained his magic power, constantly relying on the Feminine Object Tracking Technique to find the femininity.
When his eyesight turned dark, Zhang Xuezhou quickly stopped the technique and looked up at the approaching village.
"We finally arrived at Longmen Village. This place is really far away and the road is still difficult to walk!"
Rong Tianding, who was going on a long trip for the first time, lost all his initial enthusiasm, raised his head and let out bursts of sadness.
"It's only twenty miles, Li Erlang has to walk back and forth several times every day," Rong Li said with a frown.
"This journey has not been easy. He is much more tired collecting pigs than us butchering pigs." Rong Tianding hissed, "He works so hard, would you like to give him a little higher salary?"
"Young Master..."
Li Erlang, who had arranged pig blood in advance and came to greet him, burst into tears after hearing this. He used to think that Rong Tianding was heartless, but now his thoughtfulness warmed his heart. He just felt that Rong Tianding left the shabby painting stall and Hurry up and inherit the ancestral business of killing pigs, so that everyone can live a good life.
"Mom will take you to see those pig farmers later!"
Rong Li did not respond directly and mentioned another matter to Rong Tianding.
This made Li Erlang, who was thinking about a salary increase, quickly laugh out loud and said frankly that he was used to it and it wasn't hard.
Snakes have their own paths, rats have their own paths, no matter how miserable he is running around every day, there is a lot of trouble when collecting pigs, and there is room for various maneuvers to control the scale and price.
This is also the main reason why he has been following Rong Liqian for more than ten years.
He doesn't get much for his work, but he earns a lot of money from collecting pigs, and he earns extra income almost every day.
When Li Erlang pressed the scale to lower the price, he didn't think about whether pig farmers would have a harder time. He just thought that every penny he squeezed out would go into his own pocket.
His head was suddenly filled with energy, and he felt that all the dissatisfaction thoughts he had in the past had completely disappeared.
Hearing that Rong Li was going to take Rong Tianding to see the pigs, Li Erlang quickly pointed the direction.
"Master Rong, you should take a rest after coming a long way. I paid 30 yuan to the village chief and asked for two large shops. Let's see where we will stay first, and then we will ask the villagers about Shaodong's family. How to solve?"
"That's fine!"
Rong Li nodded.
Compared with letting Rong Tianding identify the pigs in the villages and gain knowledge, so as to avoid being cheated of money by the pig collector in the future, it is obviously more important to save Rong Tianding from being beaten with a cane at the moment.
Walking in Longmen Village, Rong Li looked at some curious eyes and saw some children with paintings of gods hanging around their waists.
This made her feel a little heavy.
The Rong family slaughtered pigs and fought with people many times before taking over the East Market and becoming the only butcher business. However, they never cheated or deceived anyone, and they made clean money.
But now, Rong Li felt that Rong Tianding shouldn't earn this kind of money.
She only felt that Rong Tianding was reading and painting with Jia Zhiyuan, which made her think a little more that Rong Tianding had to kill pigs to inherit the family business.
"When we came along the road, the villagers seemed to be talking about ghosts. Where are the ghosts they were talking about?" Rong Li asked in a low voice.
"That Wang Fuan was a water ghost he met on the Longmen River. The ghost should be over there!"
Li Erlang pointed in the direction, his fingers trembling unavoidably. He felt that he could only point the direction and had no intention of checking over there.
He led the way to the Datongpu room provided by the village chief, but Rong Li had no idea.
After briefly looking at the place where she landed, she pulled out the butcher knife from her waist and strode out of the door.
"Mom! Wait for me!"
Rong Tianding rubbed his feet and followed him immediately.
"You should rest for a while before looking for that ghost!"
Compared with Rong Tianding, Jia Zhiyuan was in even worse shape. After walking twenty miles, Jia Zhiyuan didn't even want to say anything.
His butt was still hot from sitting, and he saw Rong Li fengfeng going to check the place where the water ghost was. He found it difficult to keep up with the speed of this woman.
"Uncle, don't worry, ghosts and ghosts rarely appear during the day," Zhang Xuezhou said, "We'd better ask the neighbors to see if anyone knows any relevant information about this water ghost!"
"That's fine!"
After being persuaded by Zhang Xuezhou, Jia Zhiyuan felt a lot more at ease.
Rong Li Feng Huohuo is good at killing, but his mind is more delicate. He can communicate with the villagers in Longmen Village to see if he can get more comprehensive information than Li Erlang.
For a while, everyone divided their work and each had their own place to go.
