Lord of Puro

Chapter 554: The Birch Hermitage

Li Banfeng exchanged a few moves with Zhong Er and gave him some martial arts books so that he could practice well.

Zhong Er was very serious and started studying classics as soon as he got on the bus. However, Li Banfeng understood one thing: Zhong Er's current practice was of very limited effect.

In Pro Province, martial arts is the most common form of Taoism. Li Banfeng has seen many low-level practitioners. His second-rate diligence made Li Banfeng overlook a problem: the gap between fighters and real martial artists.

In actual combat, the fighter's first priority is to choose the right weapon.

Martial artists don’t need to consider these things; they just use whatever they pick up.

This determines the natural gap in the adaptability of the two sides. Fighters are fundamentally one level lower than martial artists.

On the way back, Li Banfeng asked Dengbao: "What is oil repair called in other states?"

"Greaser!"

"Did you also become a dark energy user with the help of the guiding agent from the bureau?"

The light bulb shook his head and said, "The induction agent I use is a family heirloom, left to me by my grandfather."

"Is your grandfather an oil repairman?"

"I don't know what sect he belongs to. I have never met my grandfather. He passed away before I was born. My parents never told me about my grandfather's sect."

"In our bureau, is there anyone else whose Taoism is passed down from generation to generation?"

"That's a lot. The Taoism of insect cultivator He Bensheng is inherited from his family. Sister Mijian's Taoism is also inherited from her family. Datou's Taoism is also inherited from his family. There are several more, but I can't remember them all at the moment."

Speaking of Big Head, the light bulb paused for a long time.

Big Head is still being held in the Dark Star Bureau. He has never been home or seen his family.

After returning to his residence, Li Banfeng entered the Suishenju. Chu Zikai was gone. Hong Ying had sorted out the flesh and blood and was waiting for the magic weapons to be served.

The record player originally wanted Chu Zikai to stay for a while, but something unexpected happened: "My husband, Chu Zikai suddenly said something and he started to explode, which was very similar to An Zongding's situation."

"Which sentence?"

"He said that the so-called civilization is all fabricated."

Hong Ying said: "At that time, I was asking him about the Birch Tree Hermitage. He listed more than a dozen addresses of that Luo Fu alone."

Li Banfeng took a look at Hong Ying's notebook and said, "There are more than a dozen places, which is not easy to find."

Hong Ying said: "I was very ruthless, I guess he was not lying."

The family sat at the table to eat, and Li Banfeng looked through Chu Zikai's confession and Zhong Er's information.

The Birch Hermitage is now a problem that Li Banfeng needs to deal with urgently, because this organization knows Li Banfeng's identity. Li Banfeng is in the light and they are in the dark. If any delay continues, Li Banfeng may be ambushed by them at any time.

Both the information and the confession mentioned a place, the black market.

The Birch Tree Hermitage was also in need of money. In addition to making money from the Ferry Gang, they also ran some businesses on the black market. Zhong Er marked several stall owners, all of whom had dealings with the Birch Tree Hermitage on the black market.

Chu Zikai also mentioned in his confession that Miglov had his own business in the black market.

The family sat down to eat, and the record player told Hong Ying: "Send some food to the fifth, seventh, and eighth rooms, and let the other rooms see it. As long as they work for us, we will definitely treat them well."

Li Banfeng left Suishenju and called Tang Changfa.

Tang Changfa quickly handed over the business to Yan Hong'er and Yan Cui'er, and ran to Li Banfeng's residence. Li Banfeng asked, "Are you getting used to the black market?"

"Adapt! It's a really good place, business is good, and the people are easy to get along with."

"Where are you going to get the supplies?" Li Banfeng has never helped Tang Changfa solve this problem. When he first started his business, Tang Changfa could only sell the little inventory he had on hand.

"Seventh Master, you don't have to worry about this." Tang Changfa is really good in the black market. "There are many people who want to deliver goods to us and want me to receive them. The goods must be of high quality and the price must be right. There are plenty of sources of goods, I can choose whatever I want."

Li Banfeng showed Tang Changfa the list of stall owners: "Are you familiar with these people?"

Tang Changfa pointed at a man named Zeng Hongfu and said, "I know this man. He's about 50 years old and has been working in the black market for many years. He kept coming to me last night and said he wanted to buy medicine to regenerate severed limbs."

Rebirth of a severed limb?

"You want to grow arms, right?"

Tang Changfa said: "I don't know whether he is missing an arm or a leg. I didn't sell it to him at first because the medicine is too expensive."

"Do you really have such medicine?"

"Yes! There are two kinds. One is the glue given by the city lord. This is a treasure of glue repair. It can stick some flesh and blood, and it can also stick some arms and legs.
There is another one that is even more powerful, it is the peddler's plaster, no matter which part of the body is missing, just aim it and stick it on, it is guaranteed to work. "

Li Banfeng had seen both of these things, especially the one when the peddler gave Qiu Zhiheng a sticky hand, Li Banfeng was truly shocked.

Tang Changfa said, "There is still one bottle of paste and only one patch of plaster left. How could I bear to sell such a valuable thing to him? He came to raise the price several times, but I ignored him. I guess he will come to me again tonight."

Li Banfeng asked, "Are there no other Protonians in the black market? Can they buy plasters or pastes from others?"

"That's difficult," Tang Changfa shook his head and said, "The glue was obtained by our city lord from a glue repair friend. That glue repair friend worked hard and could only produce two or three bottles of glue a year. If someone else asked for it, that friend would not give it to them.
Forget about the peddler's plaster. If someone has a broken limb, they can go to the peddler to buy plaster. They will give as much plaster as they need. They are not allowed to take more than they need, no matter how much money they give.
This plaster in my hand was stolen from the peddler's cart when he came to Fool's City. You know, the peddler usually gives in to us. Who would dare to steal the peddler's things in other places? This plaster is a priceless treasure."

Plasters and pastes are both priceless treasures. Tang Changfa did the right thing. These things should indeed be cherished.

But how did Zeng Hongfu know that Tang Changfa had this precious medicine?
"Have you ever shown these two things?"

Tang Changfa shook his head and said, "I have never shown off. When Zeng Hongfu came to ask yesterday, Yan Cui'er let it slip."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "She has to be punished for this. Tell Yan Cui'er to give her a hundred hits. When I have time, I will beat her myself."

"The shopkeeper is right. She deserves a beating. I'll record it for her now!"

According to Li Banfeng's impression, Miglov's hand fell to the ground and turned into mud. He should indeed buy medicine to regenerate the broken limb, but paste and plaster should be of no use to him, right? His hand was gone.

Seek medical attention in a hurry?

Or does he have another solution?

Li Banfeng said, "Let's go to the black market together later. You sell the paste to that person at a higher price."

Li Qi gave the order and Tang Changfa naturally did as he was told. The two of them went to the black market and sat in the box.

The Cultural Palace is showing a romance film tonight, and mainly sells medicinal herbs.

Li Banfeng was watching a movie while Yan Cui'er and Yan Hong'er rubbed his shoulders and back. Yan Cui'er was particularly diligent in serving him and would occasionally say a few words in a coquettish tone: "Boss, are you really willing to hit me? If you want to hit me, just hit me with your hands, don't use a weapon!"

Halfway through the movie, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Li Banfeng remained calm and sat in the corner of the box.

Zeng Hongfu really came again, still asking for the medicine to regenerate severed limbs. He doubled the price. Tang Changfa deliberately hesitated for a long time, but finally sold the paste to him.

Zeng Hongfu was so happy that he stopped setting up his stall and ran out of the Cultural Palace.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, Zeng Hongfu entered a residential building and a two-bedroom house.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the living room. Zeng Hongfu communicated with them in fluent Rafsha and entered the master bedroom under the supervision of two Rafsha people.

Miglov was lying in the bedroom. When he saw Zeng Hongfu, he smiled and said, "My child, did you gain anything?"

No matter how old the other person is, they are all called children in Miglov.

Zeng Hongfu was quite impressed. He agreed and took out the glue: "This is the best medicine in Pro Province, a special product from the gluer."

"Child, you need to explain the concept more clearly. Is it a gluer or a glue repairer?"

Zeng Hongfu immediately realized that he had chosen the wrong wording: "It is the product of glue repair, which can perfectly reshape your lost limb."

Miglov stared at the paste for a long time, nodded and said, "Child, I will remember your contribution to the monastery, and your position in the monastery will be adjusted accordingly.

I need some arms now. I mean some, not one. You know, if I want to fully restore my left arm, it is not something that can be done with just one arm. It requires complex and delicate repairs.”

Zeng Hongfu nodded repeatedly and said, "Great President, this is my sacred and glorious mission. Just leave it to me."

"The person who sold you this bottle of medicine, bring him to me. If he refuses to come, you must ask him where this bottle of medicine came from. Whether they are willing to answer or not, their lives cannot continue to stay in this world."

Zeng Hongfu said: "Don't worry, I will reply to you tomorrow morning."

Miglov waved his hand, indicating that Zeng Hongfu could leave.

Zeng Hongfu didn't dare to turn his back on Miglov. He backed away until he came to the door, opened it, leaned sideways, and quietly closed the door with almost no sound.

Miglov looked at the small bottle of paste in his hand, then looked at his broken arm, closed his eyes, and said two prayers:

"Great God, please grant me protection, let me continue to serve you with my intact body, let me punish the thugs who blasphemed God with my intact body, let me wash away the shame in my heart with my intact body."

A tall, brown-haired man entered Miglov's room, leaned over and saluted, "Mr. President, we have found out the identity of that woman and where she lives. Her name is Jin Shunying. On the night of the incident, she went to the auction with Li Qi."

"Did you catch her?"

The man shook his head and said, "The woman hasn't returned to her residence yet. Our people are still waiting there."

Miglov nodded and said, "I trust your abilities. They are definitely much stronger than those stupid Huan people. Pour me a glass of wine."

The man got vodka from the wine cabinet and poured a glass for Miglov.

After taking a sip, Miglov calmed down a lot and signaled the man that he could leave.

The man left the room and slammed the door.

Miglov frowned. On this point, the people of Huan were more sensible and obviously more polite.

He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he heard some noises coming from the living room.

Bang! Bang!
Miglov was angry: "What are you doing?"

A man pushed open the door and said, "Sorry, Mr. President, I just went to get you some arms."

"Arm?" Miglov was stunned. He had handed this matter over to Zeng Hongfu, but the man at the door was obviously not Zeng Hongfu, no matter his figure or voice.

"who are you?"

Li Banfeng came in carrying a dozen arms. "Here are left hands and right hands. They were just cut off from the living room. They are well matched in terms of blood, fat and lean, and the meat is fresh. You can put them on while they are hot."

Miglov struggled to create a wall to block Li Banfeng. He climbed out of the bed, rushed to the window, and prepared to jump out.

Because he was missing an arm and was covered in injuries, Miglov was unable to climb onto the windowsill immediately.

Li Banfeng's shadow helped him, lifted him onto the windowsill, and sent him into Suishenju.

After entering the residence, Miglov drew out a dagger and cut off his left leg. His left leg turned into a ball of mud and quickly formed a castle, wrapping up Miglov.

According to Miglov's design, the castle was large enough to break through this small room and allow him to establish contact with the outside world.

But there was an invisible force that suppressed the size of the castle. The height of the castle was suppressed to just over one meter, and the length was just one and a half meters.

Miglov was half lying in the castle, concentrating his mind and trying to make the castle move.

But the castle could not sense the power of the gods and remained stationary, with no signs of moving.

Miglov continued to increase the thickness of the wall to protect himself, while also thinking about the next strategy.

Hong Ying looked puzzled: "What does this foreigner want to do? Why did he wrap himself in mud?"

The record player said, "Yingying, have you ever eaten beggar's chicken?"

Hong Ying understood what the record player meant, and quickly collected firewood and started a fire.

Miglov was unable to move the castle and became increasingly impatient.

The temperature in the castle continued to rise, making it difficult for Miglov to breathe.

Li Qi, what exactly are you going to do to me?
You know my origins, why do you dare to attack me?
You have offended the Birch Tree Hermitage, and instead of thinking about protecting yourself, you dare to attack me?
Are you crazy?
Where is this house?
Where do the monsters in this house come from!
The record player warned Hong Ying: "Be careful with the heat, don't really kill him."

"Don't worry," Hong Ying picked up the wine gourd and poured some wine on the fire, "He will come out on his own after a while if he can't hold on any longer."

……

Li Banfeng moved all the bodies in the living room into Suishenju and searched the two-bedroom apartment.

"Boss, there is a secret compartment in the sofa." Gloves crawled under the sofa and soon brought out an iron box.

He opened the box and found a stack of photos inside, each of which was a picture of the large formula on the blackboard. Gloves searched the room again and found hundreds of thousands of cash, a blueprint, and an account book.

The drawing seems to be a design drawing of a certain building. It is a bit rough and many parts have no dimensions marked.

The account book recorded recent income and expenditure, but because it was recorded in Rafsha, Li Banfeng could not understand the details.

All the cash was given to Haozi. Li Banfeng dragged the bodies of more than a dozen of Miglov's men into Suishenju. Haozi used his skills to clean up the traces at the scene, took away the bottle of paste to make sure there were no omissions, and followed Li Banfeng to leave the scene and go to the black market together.

……

Cultural Palace, second floor of the cinema.

Zeng Hongfu brought five people into Tang Changfa's box.

The cinema box was very small, and once these people came in, the room was almost full.

Tang Changfa asked, "Brother Zeng, what do these mean?"

Zeng Hongfu smiled and said, "Nothing interesting. I just came to ask you something. Where did you get that bottle of paste?"

Tang Changfa shook his head and said, "You shouldn't ask this. The black market has its own rules. If you want to say that the goods are not right, you can ask the snack seller to be a witness. If you want to ask anything else, I have nothing to say."

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"If you don't want to tell me!" Zeng Hongfu stopped smiling, "Then I'll make you suffer a little."

Tang Changfa frowned and asked, "What are you going to do? Are you planning to do something shady here?"

"Are you scared?" Zeng Hongfu pulled out an Emei spear from his sleeve. "If you are scared, tell me the truth as soon as possible. I can still let you go!"

"You were the first to show your weapon!" Tang Changfa pointed outside the door and said, "If the snack vendor sees this..."

"He can't see," Zeng Hongfu shook his head slightly, "He won't be able to see you anymore from now on."

Tang Changfa sighed: "What should I do?"

"What should we do? Tell the truth!" Zeng Hongfu pointed the Emei Spear at Tang Changfa's forehead.

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried that we won't be able to explain to the shopkeeper. He didn't allow us to kill anyone here." After saying that, Tang Changfa grabbed the Emei Spear and stabbed it into his own head.

Zeng Hongfu was stunned, and the five people behind him were also stunned.

But Tang Changfa's brain was flowing out of the wound, but he seemed fine and continued talking to Yanhong'er and Yancui'er.

Zeng Hongfu and his men were so frightened that they couldn't move.

Foolish repair skills, please challenge me.

Zeng Hongfu and his companions had never seen such a thing before. Seeing the Emei tattoo trembling up and down on Tang Changfa's forehead, they were so scared that they lost all intention to escape.

Yan Cui'er came up with an idea: "Let's not kill them, but cut off most of their flesh to ensure that they can't run around and still survive.

If we accept the flesh and blood, we won't leave any traces and we'll get the best of both worlds, right?"

Yan Hong'er pinched Yan Cui'er and said, "You are giving me such stupid advice. I tell you, you are still being beaten by the shopkeeper. I will give you a hundred slaps. If you dare to cause trouble again, I will beat you to death!"

Yan Cui'er stuck out her tongue and said nothing. Yan Hong'er suggested, "Use a magic wand to turn over their medicine, and then deal with them when the shopkeeper comes."

Tang Changfa turned around and locked the door of the private room: "Yan Hong'er, if it were me, you should remember to beat him. What did the shopkeeper tell us? We are doing a serious business, don't keep getting confused!
After eating the drug, I will feel dizzy for several days. You are making me feel so uncomfortable. Why don’t you just cut the tendons of your hands and feet? That way, I won’t feel dizzy at all.”

……

Not long after, Li Banfeng entered the box and frowned, "How did you do that? Why did you cut someone's tendons?"

Yan Cui'er pursed her lips and said, "This is all what Tang Changfa asked us to do..."

Li Banfeng looked at Tang Changfa and said, "I have been teaching you for so long in vain. We are people doing serious business. You just cut someone's tendon? Can it be reattached?"

Tang Changfa whispered, "I'm afraid he might have eaten something and feel dizzy..."

Li Banfeng said: "What's wrong with being dizzy for a while? At least the tendons are still there, and they can be used after being connected to you. Now that you have cut them, how can they be used?
Couldn't you have just pulled out the tendons beforehand and stuck them on your body? Now that you've broken them, isn't that just a waste?"

Yan Cui'er said: "They all don't listen to me. That's what I thought from the beginning."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "From now on, you will have to listen to Yan Cui'er on matters like this."

Yan Hong Er snorted and said, "Boss, have you forgotten about the beating she received? It was a full 100 hits, we all remember it!"

Li Banfeng waved his hand: "Let's talk about that later."

Yan Cui'er glared at Yan Hong'er and said, "The shopkeeper loves me, and beating me is also loving me. I'll piss you off to death, you bitch!"

……

"Bitch, I really pissed you off!"

As soon as Li Banfeng entered Suishenju, he saw Hong Ying being pressed on a stool by a record player and being beaten.

This is no joke, the record player is real.

Li Banfeng asked: "What happened?"

The record player said, "I asked her to use fire to force the foreigner out, but she didn't know what was happening and ended up burning him to death. There were still many things I couldn't ask her!"

Hong Ying gritted her teeth and said, "Look at how he was able to build such a big house in such a short time. He must have at least some cultivation level above the clouds. Who knew he was so immune to fire!"

Suishenju spoke up: "Xiao Wan, don't make it difficult for Hongying. It's better to burn him to death. It's really not easy to suppress his house."

The record player played Hong Ying. Hong Ying stood up and said with a wronged look on her face, "Even the old man said it was not easy. Shouldn't this person be safe and sound? He died in less than half an hour. Who could have thought!"

Miglov had Hong Ying burned to death, and she was still covered in mud before she died.

This is what Chu Zikai said about the indescribable fighting power. The castle built by Miglov made Suishenju quite afraid, but Hong Ying just set a fire and burned Miglov to death.

"Madam, is there a way to interrogate a soul?"

The record player said, "There is a way, but it's a bit risky. After the foreigner's soul leaves his body, he will forget most of the things. If you want him to remember these things, you need to cultivate him slowly and make him a resentful soul.

I don’t know how long this will take, and I don’t know what he can do during this time. To be on the safe side, I decided to eat him.”

It's not that the record player is greedy. It has no shortage of food recently.

She was right. It was hard to say what the consequences would be if she kept such a bitter and vengeful soul in her home.

"Let him die. Now let's have the feast!" Li Banfeng was open-minded. Miglov's death meant nothing more than the loss of a confession, and a confession needed to be verified for authenticity and was not that valuable.

The physical evidence in his hands is of great value.

"Ma'am, look at these photos."

The record player took the photo and looked at it carefully: "These are some algorithms, with no beginning or end, and there is no clue. There are some texts here, but they are not easy to understand."

There are texts on some of the photos, but they are not in Huan Guowen, and are very similar to the text in the account book.

"This should be Rafshawen. No one in my family seems to understand Rafshawen," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I will take these things to the Dark Star Bureau and show them to the translator, and ask her to make a translation."

Tang Dao felt that it was not appropriate: "My Lord, we just killed the leader of the Birch Tree Hermitage, and now we are showing their things to the Dark Star Bureau.
Although you have friends in the Dark Star Bureau, we cannot be so honest with them. We still need to be on guard."

Li Banfeng also knew that he had to be prepared. The only solution he could think of was to break up the sentences and find translators to decipher them in multiple attempts.

But the key problem is that the Dark Star Bureau seems to have only one Rafsha translator. No matter how many times it is divided, there is a possibility that it will be connected through translation in the end.

Translate directly online?

Posting this information online is equivalent to informing the whole world.

Find an electronic dictionary, don't go online, and translate offline. The translation quality is really touching...

Suishenju came up with an idea: "There is a Wenxiu in the ninth room who can speak many foreign languages. He probably also speaks Rafsha."

The old man seems to have remembered a lot of things recently.

Li Banfeng said: "You all can eat, no need to wait for me."

Hong Ying was about to peel off the mud on Miglov's body, and said to Sui Shenju: "Don't move, I'll do it. This mud is very special, and I still have a use for it."

Li Banfeng arrived at the ninth room and touched Honglian's lotus heart first: "Hua Jiuer, have you been in Xuehuapu for a while?"

Honglian pinched Li Banfeng's finger with her lotus heart and said, "I didn't remember having such an experience at first, but when Chu Zikai mentioned it, I seemed to have a little impression of it. I didn't join Xuehuapu, but I did things with them. This should be considered cooperation."

"You make pills for them and sell them for money?"

"Not only that, I also helped them refine magic weapons and blades, and gave them a lot of ideas. I did a lot of things for them."

"Why do you do this?"

"For revenge."

"Who to seek revenge on?"

"I can't remember. I was injured once in Xuehuapu. It was very serious and I lost a lot of my memories."

Li Banfeng asked again: "Then why did you leave Xuehuapu later?"

"I didn't want to leave, but I was taken away by force. That's when I got hurt."

"Who took you away? He Jiaqing?"

"It's not him. He doesn't have that ability. But who it is, I can't remember."

I don’t know if he really can’t remember it or he is deliberately hiding it.

Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions. He placed the photos and account books in Room 9, looked around, and said, "Friends living in Room 9, are you willing to help me?"

A woman's voice reached my ears: "Sir, is this Rafsha?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Yes."

The woman whispered, "The text on the photo records an ancient spell. Next to the spell, there are calculations and deductions."

Li Banfeng was very surprised: "Using mathematics to deduce the spell?"

"Yes, I have seen it and I also find it novel." The woman's voice was very ethereal, her breath was weak and vague, and if you didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to make out what she said.

Li Banfeng asked again: "What is the result of the deduction?"

"I don't know about this. I can only translate these words for you, sir."

After a while, the translation came out and was written on a piece of white paper.

Li Banfeng picked up the white paper and took a look. There were a few lines of words written on it.

"I don't know the cruelty of war, I don't know the blood and tears between life and death. We are strangers meeting each other. Don't talk about deep feelings. It's just an unreal dream."

Li Banfeng read it several times and asked, "Is this a translation? Can a foreign language be translated like this?"

The woman replied: "Translation requires fidelity, expressiveness and elegance. The more elegant, the more artistic conception."

"But it doesn't look like a spell."

"This is a spell, a Western spell. Sometimes it really sounds like poetry. If you don't believe me, you might as well show this spell to your wife. She is knowledgeable and should be able to tell whether a spell is real or fake."

Li Banfeng read it several times and indeed found that there was a deeper meaning in this text.

What kind of result will this spell lead to? Will it create a magic circle? Or will it use a certain spell? The specific situation will be left to my wife to judge.

Li Banfeng took the translation back to the main room and was about to put it on the record player when he suddenly saw a newspaper on the shelf fall to the ground.

How did the newspaper fall?

Li Banfeng looked up and found that it was Judge Pen who kicked away the newspaper. This newspaper was originally his quilt.

"Give it to me." The judge picked up the translation with his pen, put it on the candle flame, and burned it to ashes.

Li Banfeng was shocked: "Why did you get burned?"

The judge wrote back with four words: "Bullshit!"

(End of this chapter)