Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

The old craftsman was stunned for a moment, but Li Feng gently helped him up. His face flushed as if he had regained his strength before death, and he stood up with renewed vigor. "Fine, I'll go! Who's afraid of who? I'd rather risk my old life than tarnish the reputation of those who came before me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liuer became anxious and was about to step forward when the old master interrupted him, pushing open the door directly.

Outside, there was a dense wall of people, all with distorted faces, straining to blow air into the room.

Li Feng shouted, using all his strength to blow the three incense sticks that were clearly visible, causing the human wall to collapse and make way.

"Master chef, please!"

As the old master and Li Feng walked out one after the other, Hong Xiang'er and Lu Junyi looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Let's go, what are you standing there for? You took their money, you can't just not do their job, can you?"

Hong Xiang'er stamped her foot, and reluctantly followed Lu Junyi out of the room.

The monkey tried to hide, but Lu Junyi grabbed it by the tail and made a series of incoherent noises before it followed him out.

Jiang Liuer, who was left inside, watched with a sullen face as Feng Yuan went out, and could only take a step and walk outside.

A cold wind was blowing outside, and before they even left the City God Temple, a number of people were already following them.

These people had strange postures, walking unsteadily, some even with broken arms and legs, barely held together with wax, and tears constantly streaming from their eyes.

"How interesting. This old man is already so angry, yet he still wants to try and break into people's homes..."

Hong Xiang'er couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

This is a traditional rule in the martial arts world; if someone disagrees, they can establish a rivalry and compete against each other.

Now that Li Feng had invited him, the old master was naturally eager to try his luck.

It was during this opportunity that they decided to see whose skills were superior. However, it seems that this master craftsman was using the last of his strength to improve his skills and prevent others from looking down on him.

He suffered a great loss when he showed his true colors before, letting a guy from the threshold gain the upper hand. If word got out, wouldn't that make the Xiaoren lineage lose face?

Therefore, for people in this line of work, sometimes, face is more important than life.

The old master left the other day, muttering to himself, though I don't know what he was saying.

There were some strange figures in the distance, dragging these people away in waxen robes.

The current situation is the first time we've tried to break in; we're clearing the area!

The streets were packed with people, young and old, sick and disabled. The vast streets of Gaoyin County were teeming with people.

Of course, this also includes people from neighboring villages, like the Crooked Neck Village, which is not the origin of these evil spirits.

Li Feng's method relied on the skills of a corpse sewer. These people had long lost their vitality, and Li Feng stitched them up tightly, allowing them to breathe again.

Seeing Li Feng's skill in threading the needle, not only was the old master surprised, but Hong Xiang'er and Lu Junyi, who were following behind, were also amazed. They never thought that the craft of the corpse sewing master could be used in such a way.

They stitched up the acupoints on the wax figure and added color and ink, which swept away the deathly look from the wax figure's face. At first glance, it looked like a living person!

Before they knew it, half a day had passed. The two walked one after the other to the end of the street, where they saw a stage with a curtain set up inside.

It didn't look like it was set up temporarily; it actually looked quite real.

Upon reaching the figure before him, Li Feng was not out of breath and his complexion remained normal, showing no signs of excessive exertion. Outsiders assumed that Li Feng was someone who knew how to restrain himself, but only Li Feng knew that the yin energy emanating from these people, combined with his own yin energy, was adding fuel to the fire in the yin furnace.

What is now revealed is the fire in the furnace, the cultivation of three incense sticks. Moreover, there is faint miasma on these people's bodies, which, when added to Li Feng's body, will turn into the fire in the furnace.

Everyone looked at Li Feng with curiosity, and then at the old master, they also found it strange. The old master seemed to have experienced a second spring in his life, and his vitality was quite astonishing.

When the old master reached the stage, he glanced at Li Feng and a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I underestimated him. To have reached this point, you've really mastered the ways of the brothel manager."

"Master, you're too modest. Now that we're here, how do you plan to wage war?"

Li Feng smiled, looking only at the old master, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the stage.

"How else can we compete? Shall we use this stage to put on a grand show and let others judge?"

The master craftsman has spoken, now it's up to Li Feng to decide whether to accept the challenge.

Li Feng nodded. He had learned the rules here from Mr. Lin. It was called "breaking the gate formation," and the first person invited had to establish a gate formation.

The clearing of the area earlier was a kind of setup, and now it seems the two are evenly matched.

"Alright, then I'll perform a magic trick and see if the master is satisfied."

Even after Li Fengxuan voiced his thoughts, this scene was aptly named "The Battle of Wits in Gaoyin County!"

Each of the two leads a weapon and they compete against each other, trying to satisfy the spectators in the stands. Whoever wins the most prizes wins the challenge.

The experienced craftsman nodded, agreeing that it was reasonable.

The two then each chose their own partner.

Li Feng, needless to say, naturally invited the two people from his side.

There were three people in total.

The master craftsman over there hired someone, and that person was Jiang Liuer.

Li Feng said with a smile, "Master, you're still short-handed. I think this Master Feng is quite suitable; he should fill the vacancy!"

Master Feng was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Master is joking. How could someone of my status be presentable?"

"Hey, I said you can do it, so you can. What, are you really going to embarrass me? At least call me Master!"

After Li Feng finished speaking, Master Feng, with a bitter face, had no choice but to go on stage.

"Master, we've got everyone here, but we haven't really built up the momentum yet. Would you like to choose first, or should I?"

The old master wanted to say more, but then he heard Li Feng say with a smile, "I'm also a local from Gaoyin County, so I'll take charge here and ask for your help."

Jiang Liuer frowned, wanting to interrupt, but the old master glared at him, smiling, and said, "Please go ahead!"

After saying that, Li Feng used a clever trick to send some personal wax figures onto the stage.

There were people on both sides, and this side was now fully lined up. Li Feng smiled, "Now that the show is about to begin, we need to ask Monkey King to attract the audience! Otherwise, this show won't be easy to perform!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monkey suddenly picked up the gong and drum and started banging on it. Immediately, they heard a procession carrying lanterns walking down the street in the distance, shrouded in mist.