Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 165 Lying Down...

As the powerful energy swept through, a yellow figure jumped out from the ground and appeared behind the resentful ghost. It swung a thick yellow cane and smashed it at the resentful ghost, who was surrounded by resentment and whose heels were not touching the ground.

The yellow figure smashed and cursed: "I'll make you scare people, make you scream, and make you not be a good ghost..."

It was the soil layer that Lao Liu used to smash the resentful ghost.

"Roar!" The vengeful ghost who was knocked to the ground let out a roar. Just as he was about to float forward to get rid of the stick and hammer and fight back, he was coiled by a yellow earth snake that sprang out of the ground and could not move.

Then, what awaits it is a violent blow from a cane and a swooping eagle's claw.

"Ahhh" the miserable howls rang out, drifting in the night wind, making people's hair stand on end.

A small yellow knife appeared, and Tu Lai began to skillfully dismember the vengeful ghost and feed it to Hei Zi, who was even more cruel than the vengeful ghost.

The reason why the Earth Spirit came to the market to take charge was that he felt that Heizi, Xiaofangkuai and Hanzi were killing ghosts in a way that was too unskilled and a waste of ghost energy.

So he volunteered to come and take charge, which led to the current scene.

It's really unlucky for this vengeful ghost, not to mention that he had to face Heizi who was stronger than him.

He was also transformed into Lao Liu's soil layer, attacked from behind, and was beaten without any chance to fight back, tragically becoming a delicacy for the black guys.

"The vengeful ghost appeared so soon." In the pavilion, Shang Liangshan muttered to himself, withdrew his gaze towards the south, lay back in the chair, and continued to admire the crescent moon.

Is there a beautiful sister Chang'e there?

Just when he was about to daydream, he heard the cheerful voice of the old patriarch teaching his naive son how to make seasoning, which brought him back to reality. It was a true portrayal of being good at something but powerless at something.

The main theme of the following days at the fair was a safe haven, until the caravan completed its transaction and set out on its return journey.

Strangely enough, after the people left the bamboo shed, there were no more ghost sightings, which brought a rare period of peace to the Forgotten Village.

But both the military and civilians knew that this was the last calm before the Ghost Festival.

On June 6, the three hunting teams returned one after another, and the Forgotten Township went on the defensive.

"Hang them all firmly, don't let them fall apart at the critical moment." This is the supervisory voice of the fire starter on the rock wall.

In order to prepare for the upcoming Ghost Festival, the Forging Workshop forged a number of Yuan Lanterns for use in lighting and to calm people's hearts.

Now we have started to hang up the Yuan lanterns.

Voices of agreement rang out on the village wall and in the village, showing that the Forgotten Village had made a huge investment this time.

This brings us to the profits from the market. Although it did not make Forgotten Township rich, it did provide some money to spend.

Otherwise, given the character of the chief steward Yifeng, he would not let the forge workshop forge so many Yuanling lanterns. It would be good enough if they could light oil fires for lighting.

Even so, he felt heartbroken when he saw the Yuandeng lanterns hanging high up.

In the village, Liu Yu saw that he looked very distressed and couldn't help but laugh: "It's just some iron and Yuanling ore coins, why do you have to feel so painful?"

"All these hanging things are money. If we sell the Yuanling Lanterns, it will be a considerable fortune and can buy eight or nine spiritual weapons." Yifeng said with a pained look.

"Oh..." Liu Yu was speechless for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Yang Chao can't be a fifth-grade cultivator, he can refine spiritual weapons."

"It is indeed possible to refine it, but there is no such thing as too many spiritual tools, so we need to have some in reserve."

"That's right." Liu Yu nodded and asked casually, "How many guards need spiritual tools to absorb spirits?"

“Not yet, but…” Yifeng smiled mysteriously and said nothing more.

I'll let you find out. I'll keep you in suspense.

Liu Yu smiled helplessly and did not ask any further questions. He followed Yifeng and strolled around the village.

As night fell, as the Yuanling lamps lit up one by one, the entire Forgotten Township became brightly lit. Looking down from the sky, a lying B-shaped light could be seen.

"Brother Feng, you are so unkind." Liu Yu walked on the rock wall feeling the cool breeze and said to Yifeng who was standing beside him.

"Brother Liu, why am I not being genuine?" Yifeng asked in confusion.

Liu Yu pointed at the rock wall and said, "Not to mention that this is a good place to cool off, just climbing up to admire the moon and drinking a little wine is a kind of enjoyment, not to mention sitting in the pavilion on the rock peak, sipping tea and admiring the moon."

"You can't blame me for this. It's because you came and went in a hurry and didn't mention it." Yifeng would never admit that he was not kind.

"Okay, it's my fault. But then again, wasn't Yanfeng struck by lightning some time ago? How come the pavilion is intact?"

"It cannot be explained, it cannot be explained, it can only be understood."

"Is Shang Huangling admiring the moon in the pavilion?" Liu Yu asked, suppressing his irritation.

You are so tight-lipped. It is said that a person's name should match his character. Brother, you are not speaking in the right direction.

"I don't know about this brother, but what I am sure of is that the clan leaders are here."

Liu Yu seemed to be thinking about something, but didn't ask any more questions because it was useless to ask.

On the top of the rock, Liu Yu did not see Shang Liangshan. He only saw the old patriarch and others drinking tea and admiring the moon. Well, there was also a strange old grandfather, so politeness was inevitable.

"Chief, Liangshan didn't come." Yifeng sat down and asked.

"Xiao Fangkuai said that Liangshan has entered a deep level of training, and he might not show up within a day or two." The old patriarch responded lazily, occasionally glancing at the silly child playing dice with Xiao Fangkuai, expressing his absent-mindedness to the fullest.

Yi Feng's eyes lit up, and he murmured, "Isn't he going to break through to the seventh level of Xuanling?"

"Great Elder, you think the same as I do." Yang Chao seemed to have found a confidant.

“You two are dreaming. It’s not that easy to break through to the seventh-grade Xuanling.” The old patriarch laughed.

"That's right." Yifeng nodded. Yang Chao had hope. If a person has no hope, what's the difference between living like a salted fish.

(There is hope in the strokes. I hope this book won’t be a complete failure.)

"Why are you always stealing glances at me, kid? Haven't you seen Old Tu Ling?" Tuceng couldn't stand it anymore and asked Liu Yu who had been stealing glances at him.

"Hehe, sorry, it's the junior Meng Lang. It's really because the senior is so sage-like that I can't help myself, I can't help myself." Liu Yu smiled innocently.

"Since you speak so nicely, I won't argue with you. By the way, your last name is Liu, and you are from Huitong Commercial Bank, so you know Liu Xiong."

"Liu Xiong..." Liu Yu frowned and murmured when he heard this. He had an impression of this name, but he just couldn't remember it for the moment.

"If he were alive, he would be three or four hundred years old," the soil layer reminded.

"Pa" Liu Yu clapped his hands violently, attracting everyone to look at him.

He apologized sheepishly, looked at the soil layer and said, "Senior, the Liu Xiong you mentioned, if I am correct, should be my third ancestor."

"You kid, you look a bit like him, especially the temperament of a profiteer, you are exactly the same." Tuceng's words hit the nail on the head.

“…Senior, you will have no friends if you keep talking like that.” Liu Yu complained secretly.

"Master Tu, does Brother Liu's third ancestor have any connection with you?" the old patriarch asked curiously.