My master is invincible

Chapter 1965 Eight Immortals Gathering (47)

I nodded, I have heard this before, not only Yuan Qingtian doesn't like outsiders entering the village, but even the whole village has this custom.

From the perspective of the Jianghe Sheji formation, it is not without reason that they don't like outsiders entering the village.

After all, it is not something that can be done overnight if you want to fiddle with this formation.

With this in mind, I quickly asked Uncle Huang, "When you came in, did you see anything special about this village?"

I asked this because Yuan Qingtian didn't say anything when I entered this village. In other words, since he dared to let me in, he obviously had been prepared.

However, Uncle Huang was different, he was hostile to Yuan Qingtian, and Uncle Huang did not dare to come in openly.

In this case, it is easy to see something that should not be seen.

So, I looked at Uncle Huang expectantly.

To my disappointment, Uncle Huang smiled wryly, "Village chief, to be honest, I came in in the middle of the night, and I came to their village to get something."

"What?" I frowned.

He touched the back of his head, "Hoe."

Well, I was also drunk. I thought I could ask something, but who would have thought that the result would be such a disappointment.

"However!" Uncle Huang seemed to have thought of something, and added, "When I came in, I seemed to see their backside was brightly lit, and there seemed to be a lot of people doing something. I was afraid that they would find out, so I didn't dare to go over."

I was taken aback, Houshan?

According to Yuan Qingtian's plan, he wanted to bury Mrs. Yuan and his wife on the road behind the back mountain, but now Uncle Huang mentioned the back mountain again.

Could it be that the eyes of the Jianghe Sheji Formation will be in the back mountain?

Honestly speaking, it is not impossible to break the Jianghe Sheji Formation.

That is to find the eye of the formation, and then put the chaff into the eye of the formation, and the entire formation will disappear in smoke.

However, there is a difficulty.

The Jianghe Sheji formation, its formation method and orientation, are completely self-contained, and there are no certain rules for the formation at all.

In other words, it is extremely difficult to find a formation.

Most importantly, according to what Old Master Wang told me back then, the eyes of the Jianghe Sheji Formation are extremely small, only the size of a thumb, and it is extremely difficult to find such a small place.

If the formation eyes are really arranged in the back mountain, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Grass!"

I couldn't help but swear.

"Palace Master, can't you break that formation?" Zhuge Qingming approached and asked.

"According to the theory of the balance of all things, breaking this formation is easy. The problem is that you can't find the formation's eye. You only need to find the formation's eye to break the Jianghe Sheji formation." I explained.

"So simple?" Zhuge Qingming asked in surprise.

I gave him a blank look, and said, "Then help me find something."

"What?" Zhuge Qingming asked subconsciously.

I said, "Find me a needle in the Pacific Ocean."

He was startled, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Palace Master, aren't you embarrassing me?"

I glared at him and continued, "Finding the eyes of the Jianghe Sheji Formation is like finding a needle in a haystack. It's extremely difficult."

"I'm stupid!" Huang Hao said suddenly, "It would be great if there was a cannon, just blast it with a cannon, no matter what formation it is, it will be wiped out in an instant."

This is a good way, the entire back mountain can be flattened by a bombardment, the problem is that we don't have this tool at all!

To put it bluntly, we can only rely on manpower to search slowly.

"Then why are we still sitting around, let's go to the back mountain!" Zhuge Qingming got up immediately and yelled.

I thought about it for a while, and under the current situation, I can only go to the back mountain to try my luck. If I find it, it will be considered a blessing in misfortune.
But then again, I always feel that things are not that easy, after all, Yuan Qingtian has been secretly observing us.

He probably wouldn't let us swagger to the back mountain to find a team.

How to do?
Can we just sit and wait?

Just as I was in a daze for a while, Zhuge Qingming spoke again, and he said, "Palace Master, why are you still standing there, let's go, the eight of us will go to the back mountain together, I don't believe it, we can't find that shit .”

I frowned and gave up, saying: "There is no rush for the formation right now, it's better to look for it when we are about to go out. The problem we need to solve right now is..."

While speaking, I glanced towards the mourning hall.

Zhuge Qingming immediately understood what I meant, and hurriedly said: "That's right, anyway, we don't plan to leave now, even if we break that bullshit formation, we won't leave. It's better to get rid of the corpses in the mourning hall first."

I nodded and looked at Han Qiu. Before the Great Elder was still alive, he had shown Han Qiu the white cloth at the entrance of the mourning hall.

At that time, Han Qiu said that the white cloth smelled of coriander, and Wang Muyang interrupted the matter later.

Now, there are only eight of us left, and it's time to see what's going on in the mourning hall.

When Han Qiu saw me looking at him, he immediately understood what I meant, and hurriedly said: "Master, this white cloth must have been coated with coriander, and coriander is extremely powerful in removing odors, and many corpses are rotten and smelly." They will choose to use coriander to cover up the smell. If I judge correctly, this white cloth is likely to be coated with a very strong-smelling liquid, and this time I use coriander to drive away the smell."

I heard, parsley repels the smell?

This is the first time I heard of it.

In our Hunan side, if the corpse rots and stinks, we usually choose to seal the whole coffin, so that the smell will be sealed in the coffin.

But Guangdong chooses to use coriander, which is a good way, at least all you can smell is the smell of coriander.

Immediately, I hurriedly asked: "Can you see what was originally painted?"

He didn't answer my question directly, but squatted down, sniffed at the white cloth, frowned and said, "There seems to be a very faint sulfur smell, and... cinnabar, lychee peel."

After finishing speaking, he frowned, sniffed again, and said in a voiceless voice: "There is still corpse oil."

Upon hearing this, I muttered, "Sulphur, cinnabar, lychee skin, and corpse oil, what's the use of combining these four things?"

"I don't know about that either. I can only smell something inside." Han Qiu whispered.

I nodded and looked at Zhuge Qingming and the others.

When they saw me, they looked over, each of them lowered their heads and did not speak.

What surprised me was that Huang Hao didn't lower his head, but looked directly at me.

I asked him, "You know?"

He scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly: "I seem to know, but I'm not sure."

Ok?
Does he really know?

These people present can be said to be the elite of our southern coffin bearers. None of them knew about it. I didn't expect this kid Huang Hao to say that he knew.

(End of this chapter)