Chapter 73: 23 Big Cats and Small Cats

Chapter 73: 23 Big Cats and Small Cats

Chapter 73: Two or Three Cats

The purpose of finding the medicine was accomplished without any fuss. It would be a lie to say that I was not happy.

But while he was happy, Uncle Jiu also figured out some things:
"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Seventh. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this muddy water chestnut..."

At this point, holding the muddy water chestnut in his hand, he had figured out some things.

The reason why Seventh Uncle led me there was, on the one hand, to watch the show, and on the other hand, he probably wanted to use my identity to trick the fat boss inside.

Although he didn't want to brag, he also knew that among the Maoshan disciples of the same generation, only the eldest brother could surpass him.

In other words, no matter how unambitious he is, he will definitely be one of the leading figures in the spiritual world in the future.

No matter how skilled the fat boss was in forging fraudulent information, he would never dare to cheat me after I revealed his identity.

Because once you get yourself in trouble, it will be a real big deal!
After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng seemed very calm and didn't take it seriously at all:

"The reason why you were able to obtain this muddy water chestnut is because of your special status. Moreover, this thing is also for Qiu Sheng to use."

"It's just a word anyway, there's no need to thank me..."

Although Seventh Uncle did not take credit for it, Ninth Uncle also accepted the favor from Seventh Uncle. After all, he really benefited from it.

But he also had complicated feelings.

After all, based on past experience, there must be big trouble with Seventh Uncle, and his background is definitely not normal.

According to his usual style, he would not take the initiative to provoke such trouble.

But now he was a little hesitant.

Because he wasn't sure whether his thoughts would change after communicating with his seventh uncle for a longer time.

After all, although this old man is a bit deceptive, he does have something real in his hands, and he is really willing to give it!

Walking on the street, Song Feng didn't care about Uncle Jiu's thoughts, but stopped and said to everyone:
"Since the mission for this trip has been completed, let's go out and take a look. I also have some things to do."

"Let's gather in front of the Yellow Spring River before the Ghost Market closes, so that we won't lose anyone else."

After hearing what Uncle Seventh said, Uncle Nine nodded and then walked forward with Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

"Then please be careful, Uncle Seven. If you encounter any danger, don't forget to call us. After all, my master is the famous Taoist Master Yimei!"

At the end of his speech, Qiu Sheng once again praised Uncle Jiu.

After hearing Qiu Sheng's flattery, Uncle Jiu subconsciously raised his head, and then really took the two of them away.

Looking at the three people leaving, Song Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and then came to an inconspicuous paper-making shop.

Seeing the paper figures and horses placed in the house, and the piles of paper money and gold ingots in the three-story building, Song Feng was sure that he had found the right place:

"Dong dong dong..."

Gently tapping the cane in his hand, Song Feng then turned his gaze towards the busy waiter:

"Call your master over here and tell him that I have something to discuss with him!"

Hearing Song Feng's words, the waiter looked at Song Feng, who was leaning on the cane, in surprise, and then carefully retreated behind him:
"Please wait a moment, dear guest~"

After a while, I saw a ripple suddenly flashing on the huge wreath facing the door, and then I saw a thin figure walking out.
"…Are you the one looking for me?"

The man was so skinny that even in the smallest robe he looked like a bamboo pole.

His entire body looked pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like someone who had overindulged himself.

Seeing this bamboo pole that looked like it had been overindulged in sexual activities, Song Feng peeled off a piece of human skin from his chest:

"I have always heard that the Caicai Master family will repay favors and pay debts. I wonder if this thing still counts?"

At first, Zhugan didn't care too much, but when he saw the piece of human skin that Song Feng peeled off from his chest, his expression changed drastically:
"Why is this thing in your possession?"

But then he became respectful, half bowed and said to Song Feng:
"Senior, please come in and discuss in detail..."

Looking at the large wreath in front of him, Song Feng walked in nonchalantly with his cane:
"This spirit shed is well built, but if we really want to create a blissful spirit house, this spirit shed alone is not enough..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, the bamboo pole subconsciously wiped the sweat off his face, then nodded and followed:

"Senior, you are right..."

The two people disappeared the moment they touched the wreath, as if they had entered another space.

Step in.

Looking around, I saw that the mourning shed inside the wreath looked to be only about 50 square meters in size.

The surrounding styling is relatively simple.

Apart from the coffin placed in the center and the white silks hung around it, there were not many places for people to stand or sit.

But at this moment, there was actually an old man sitting in the room, and his flesh and skin were completely stuck to his skeleton.

The skinny body wearing that fluttering white coat really looks like a newly made paper figure.

When he saw Song Feng walking into the mourning shed, he looked at the bamboo pole behind him with some surprise:
"Little one, whose distinguished guest is this?"

When he spoke the last part, he actually floated over like a paper man, and his unsteady look made him look like he was not a living person!

Looking at the old skeleton floating around, Song Feng sat down directly in the seat he had just sat in without caring:
"If your body is decayed, then don't wander around. It's not that easy to create a blissful spiritual house in the spiritual shed and avoid the three disasters and nine tribulations."

"The lineage of the Caicai Master has been passed down to you. It's not easy to produce a few qualified people. Please don't be careless and wipe out the clan..."

Although Song Feng's tone was very calm, his threatening words could not help but make the fluttering old bones change color:
"…Who are you?"

It would be fine if he knew the residence of the paper-cutting masters in the ghost market, but he even knew about the spirit shed and the paradise spirit house. This is really too horrifying.

For a moment, the old man's first thought was not to fight, but to run away with the mourning shed.

After all, in the spiritual world, being older means having more experience, and it also means being very powerful.

After all, he has practiced magic for a lifetime and traveled in the spiritual world for most of his life, and he is still alive. This already explains a lot from the side.

Moreover, this man came up and threatened them, but he didn't look like he was trying to scare them at all.

When he was young, he had met many great figures in the spiritual world. Apart from anything else, his bearing was absolutely not fake!
Seeing the old man subconsciously wanting to run away, the bamboo pole quickly stopped him:

"Father, this senior has the piece of human skin that our family gave away. He is a distinguished guest of our family of paper-cutters."

After hearing this, the skinny old man floated to Song Feng's left hand side and also saw the small piece of human skin in his hand: "...It's actually real!!"

When he said this, his expression changed when he looked at Song Feng.

Being able to get the previous generation's head of the family to give away this piece of human skin, I'm afraid he must have done a great favor to the family of paper-cutting artists.

"Senior, what instructions do you have for me?"

Looking at the two half-human, half-ghost creatures standing beside him, Song Feng shook his head helplessly:
"One is just a young man, and the other is not even forty. You are already like this at such a young age. It seems that you have really forgotten what your father said..."

How come the disciples and followers of that group of people who were so heroic back then have all become old, weak, sick and disabled?
How do you train these disciples?
Hearing the senior in front of him say this, the old man looked extremely ashamed:

"I am a dull young man and have failed my father's expectations. I am too ashamed to face my ancestors!"

Although it is indeed embarrassing to be pointed at on the head and talked about like this when you are almost forty, it also depends on the situation.

He aged prematurely due to spiritual practice. He looked old, like an old monster who had practiced for many years. In fact, he was just fooling people and had not lived to the corresponding age.

But the person in front of me is a real big boss!
Seeing them like this, Song Feng no longer wanted to say anything:

"I came here to take a piece of divine evil spirit. It's useless to keep it here. Why don't you just give me this human skin in exchange?"

Fortunately, he rejected Duan Fang's suggestion, otherwise, judging from the appearance of these two or three cats, big and small, they would probably be dead if they went.

Even if there is a chance of a good father and a bad son, this probability is too high, isn't it? It's simply unbearable to watch!

After hearing what Song Feng said, the old bones came respectfully to the side of the coffin.

Then he carefully opened the coffin and took out a burning palace lantern:

"Senior, it's just that palace lantern in the main hall of the Great Baoen Temple hundreds of years ago. After years of incense and sacrifice, it finally has a trace of evil spirit."

"Senior, if you need it, just take it. I don't have the nerve to take back what the head of the family has given away..."

Looking at the palace lantern in front of him, and then at the old man with frail bones, Song Feng laughed:
“Hahahaha… You didn’t inherit your father’s cultivation aptitude, but you did inherit his cunning and treachery.”

"Well, since you don't want this human skin, I'll take it first. Anyway, it's just a matter of getting a piece of the evil spirit for nothing..."

At the end of his speech, he looked at the palace lantern in front of the old man and said:
"hiss……"

As he breathed in and out in a special way, a wisp of golden and red energy suddenly floated over the palace lantern.

Then it actually entered his lungs along with his breathing:

"Gudu!"

As that wisp of energy disappeared, the flame that had been burning on the palace lantern gradually began to flicker.

But it was completely destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The old man watched the old man in front of him swallow a divine evil spirit with his flesh and blood, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva subconsciously:
"Gudu!"

Just eat it alive like this? The internal organs will be chopped into pieces by this evil spirit!

However, when he observed for a long time and found that the old senior did not show any expression on the surface, all he could do was admire him:
"As expected of a master cultivator from the older generation, he is full of skills. He is still so tough at his age!"

Even the most ordinary evil spirit can cause serious damage to a person's internal organs, not to mention the evil spirits created by burning incense.

Seeing that everything was done here, Song Feng stopped chatting with the old man and the young man. He just stood up, leaned on his cane and walked out:
"I have already got what I need. You can slowly build the Paradise Spirit House in this spirit shed..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even wait for the bamboo pole to open the door. Instead, he bumped into the black coffin and then disappeared.
"brush!"

Seeing this old man leaving so gracefully, the old man couldn't help but show his envy:

"It would be great if I could live to this age..."

the other side.

After walking out of the paper-making shop, Song Feng subconsciously put his hands on his waist:

"It really lives up to its name of evil spirit, but I am almost dead now, so I will let him do whatever he wants!"

Anyway, my body is already stiff, isn't it just a mouthful of evil spirit? It's nothing!
"Cough cough cough..."

After coughing for a while and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Feng then slowly walked towards the Yellow Spring River:

"You need to nourish your Qi and blood. Only when your Qi and blood are sufficient can you truly awaken the spirits of the five internal organs. Don't be impatient, don't be impatient..."

However, this ghost market seemed so small that before he turned a corner, he saw a strange old man dressed in rich clothes.

Although he didn't care about others, this weird old man walked up to Song Feng in small steps after seeing him:

"Senior, why are you here?"

Seeing this somewhat plump man in front of him, who looked like an old man but was actually wasting his energy, Song Feng could not help but feel somewhat puzzled:

"You are……"

Having been in the martial arts world for many years, he is very confident in his memory, otherwise he would have been fooled by others long ago.

But why doesn't he remember meeting this person?

Seeing that Song Feng didn't recognize him, the fat old man holding a piece of bone-like thing seemed very attentive:
"Senior, I met you when I went north to study martial arts. At that time, I even asked your apprentice how to perform Gu magic."

"Why did you go south? I am a servant in the wealthy Shi family in a nearby town. If you have time, why don't you come with me to the Shi family and let me fulfill my duty as a good host..."

Looking at the attentive fat old man in front of him, Song Feng really couldn't remember which unlucky disciple of his he was asking for advice:
"I have something else to do right now, so I won't chat with you any longer. If I have time, I will definitely go over there..."

Anyone who shows kindness to others for no reason is either a traitor or a thief. As an old man, he still wants to live a few more years, and doesn't want to play tricks with these young people.

I’m old and too lazy to play with them.

After saying that, he walked towards the Yellow Spring River in the distance with his rattan stick. This time he did not run into any acquaintances.

However, just after he left.

The fat old man who had been so attentive just now was now looking at Song Feng's back with a sinister look:

"So you really came to the south, Senior. Haha... The old Dharma King was right. This guy is really running out of energy."

"It looks like this great achievement will fall into my hands. I'm afraid you will never have the chance to know why the King of France suddenly rebelled in this lifetime. Hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)