Feng Qu Weng

Dream Virtue gained the upper hand in the argument, Li Banfeng sensed the change in technique.

The old man patiently reasoned with her, and he really did manage to put it logically. "Regardless of whether it Wounded Demon Fiend, that woman was going to kill your master. I saved your master, so this offering must count."

Dream Virtue was speechless again, and Li Banfeng's right leg, which had just loosened, began to go out of control again.

"Is there anything else to say?" The old man raised the dagger again.

Li Banfeng asked, "How did you know that woman intended to kill me?"

The old man said, "She made suggestive remarks for no reason; she must have ulterior motives!"

Dream Virtue seized on the flaw. "That's not necessarily true. Perhaps that woman has taken a liking to my master and is genuinely throwing herself at him!"

The old man shook his head and said, "Such an explanation is utterly absurd!"

Li Banfeng said, "Why do you call it absurd? How do you know what that woman is thinking? Are you perhaps one of your accomplices?"

Li Banfeng was right; the woman was indeed the old man's accomplice.

The old man's arms were trembling violently; the backlash this time was extremely severe.

Dream Virtue seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack. "You shameless scoundrel, colluding with a shameless woman, using despicable means to seduce my master!"

My master, upright and righteous, remained unmoved. You, the thief, are crying wolf and staging your own farce, yet you talk about dedication and demand compensation.

With your despicable methods, you can only beg for food in the gutter. Yet you dare to stir up trouble and act recklessly here. You've lived a wasted life; you truly don't know the meaning of the word "despicable"!

This tirade left the old man speechless, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Li Banfeng felt that the restraints on his legs had been lifted by about 70-80%, and he was just waiting for the right moment to take out his keys.

Don't rush.

The Train Grandpa reminded Li Banfeng that his little action of taking out his keys would attract attention.

The old man didn't notice Li Banfeng; he was still arguing with Dream Virtue.

That's strange. He wants to control me, so why does he always try to reason with Dream Virtue?

Could it be that this principle wasn't meant for me?

Then who else can he tell this to?

The old man remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, "Let's leave aside the matter of me saving him for now; I still gave him three times!"

How so?

The old man said, "I treated him to a good show; wouldn't that count as a donation?"

That counts too!

You can play it like this?

The old man did indeed put on a show, and Li Banfeng did indeed watch it.

But Li Banfeng had no intention of watching this play.

It seems that whether you want to or not, once you've seen it, you're indebted to the old man.

Li Banfeng couldn't think of a solution, but Dream Virtue was very tolerant.

She calmly unbuttoned her clothes.

What are they trying to do? Have they learned bad habits from the projector?

Dream Virtue removed some of her cheongsam, revealing a pair of fragrant shoulders.

The old man was also stunned. "What does this mean?"

Dream Virtue laughed and said, "Did you see that? Was my show entertaining?"

The old man angrily replied, "I don't want it. This doesn't count as payment."

Dream Virtue snorted and said, "If you don't want it, then don't look at it. If you look at it, it means you've accepted it!"

Dexiu actually managed to restrain this gate.

The old man was furious and trembling all over.

The restraints on Li Banfeng's legs were completely removed.

He immediately took out his key, opened the Portable Abode, and grabbed Dream Virtue, running into the house.

"Don't go!" The old man reached out to grab Li Banfeng, Li Banfeng seized the opportunity to step forward and drag the old man into the house.

The room was dark, with only a faint candlelight.

Next to the candle was a mirror, and a long spear was placed in front of the mirror as someone was doing their hair.

The spear is being groomed...

This situation caused the old man to fall into deep thought.

Suddenly, a chorus of gongs and drums sounded from behind, accompanied by a clear, melodious singing voice.

"Hey you, you bitch, you're clearly blind, why are you looking in the mirror?"

"I love looking in the mirror because I'm pretty."

"What's so pretty about you?"

"Her face and figure are both beautiful, much better than your grotesque appearance."

The old man looked behind him and saw a record player arguing with a long spear.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Having lived all these years, I've actually seen a demon today!"

Hong Ying turned her head in the direction of the voice and asked, "Who are you calling a demon?"

The old man looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Demon, is this your lair?"

Li Banfeng was taken aback. "You're saying I'm a demon?"

The old man took a handful of wild fruit from his right pocket and was about to throw it on the ground.

A cloud of steam suddenly bound the old man's right hand, preventing him from throwing the fruit.

"Hey, my lord, you've brought back a 'Feng Qu Weng'."

Li Banfeng was taken aback. "What is 'Feng Qu Weng'?"

The record player said, "There's a type of Wandering Monster in the new land that demands three offerings in return for three rewards. This thing is quite powerful! This is our home. If wild fruit falls to the ground, it's like we've taken its things, which means we've also taken its offerings!"

The old man was about to reach his left hand into his pocket again when a powerful force struck him, startling him so much that his left hand fell to the ground with a whoosh.

"Who... my hand!" The old man didn't know why his hand had been lost.

Hong Ying remained seated in front of the mirror, doing her makeup, as if she had never moved.

The record player snorted and said, "You bitch, you took one of his hands, so that's a sacrifice in itself."

"Really?" Hong Ying put down the rouge and picked up the eyebrow pencil.

Whoosh!

With another sound, the old man's legs broke at the knees.

The old man wanted to speak; with one hand and two legs, and having made three offerings, he could ask for payment.

Unfortunately, he can no longer speak.

Hong Ying drew a line on the old man's face with an eyebrow pencil, creating a hole in his throat.

Feng Qu Weng was speechless.

The record player roared, "You bitch, don't kill me! I haven't eaten yet!"

Hong Ying continued drawing her eyebrows, "Your soul is yours, but give me some of your flesh and blood."

"Oh, you shameless woman, didn't you say you were above worldly concerns?"

"Things are different now," Hong Ying said with a smile. "I'm a well-off young woman with a family to support, and these days are a special time for me, so I need to eat something to replenish my energy."

"Special occasions, indeed!" the record player scoffed. "Why don't you have a baby?"

"It'll be soon. Then I'll have you, you Wicked Woman, help take care of my child!"

The record player was a little angry, but Red Lotus was far away in the Seventh Chamber, was even angrier.

Hong Ying, you bitch, why can't you eat souls? Why do you have to eat flesh and blood?

Hong Ying finished drawing her eyebrows and asked affectionately, "Seventh Son, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Seventh Son, I'm asking you a question!"

"Seventh Son, where are you?"

Li Banfeng is behind the record player.

The record player chuckled, "Hey, my love, don't touch Little Slave belly, it's so itchy!"

"Let me feel you, my Wife, and see if you've gained weight."

"My lord, why do you always wish for your Little Slave to gain weight?"

"Whether a family prospers or not depends entirely on how plump the wife is!"

Hong Ying's body trembled, her loose hair shaking along with her body.

Feng Qu Weng's right hand broke free from the steam, dipped in his own blood, and tried to write on the ground.

Hong Ying swayed and chopped off his right hand as well.

"Wicked Woman, hurry up and eat, don't make any more trouble." Hong Ying stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair with a grumpy expression.

The record player suppressed a laugh and said, "Husband, stop joking around and let's get down to business first."

Although the Wife and Hong Ying handled the situation with ease, they did not underestimate Feng Qu Weng in the slightest.

Feng Qu Weng was still writing on the ground.

The Wife used steam to Feng Qu Weng Quweng and began to suck his soul.

Li Banfeng found it hard to understand. "Why is he writing?"

As the Wife slurped her words, she chanted, "Feng Qu Weng, Feng Qu Weng, recite the sutra before collecting the debt."

"What's the meaning?"

"This is an old folk song about the habits of the Feng Qu Weng.' Before demanding payment, the rules must be clearly explained, and no action can be taken if they are not clearly explained."

"Is this a habit of Feng Qu Weng?"

"It's not a habit, it's a law. Not only the Feng Qu Weng, but all those who practice this law must abide by it."

"Feng Qu Weng is the reincarnation of a high-ranking cultivator. Judging from the quality of this soul, this Feng Qu Weng should be at least eight levels high."

"What kind of Daoist sect is Fengxiu?"

"The Daoist sect, which relies solely on offerings for cultivation, demands payment for each offering."

Feng Qu Weng sacrifices was influenced by the new land, his situation was special. He had to make offerings at least three times before he could claim his reward; otherwise, he would suffer a backlash to his cultivation.

This thing is extremely rare in this new land. How did you encounter it, sir?

"He brought a woman to deceive me, but I didn't fall for it. He then gave me a stone to sit on, a tree branch to use as a walking stick, and even created a gust of wind to wipe my sweat, saying that it had happened three times..."

Feng Qu Weng, and Li Banfeng warned, "Wife, be careful, this old man is very fast."

"His movements aren't necessarily that fast, but his footwork is certainly quick. However, it depends on who he targets. This is Feng Xiu's technique, called 'debt collection and life pursuit.' Anyone who has received offerings from him will be relentlessly pursued by him."

"My lord, you've managed to hold your own against him for so long, and you're quite fast on your feet!"

Well...

Li Banfeng quickly changed the subject. "Wife, look what he wrote?"

"There's nothing to see here. It's just his usual rules. These rules don't necessarily have to be read aloud; they can be written down as well."

"Who's going to see it? We won't read it, and his technique isn't that good anyway."

"These scriptures are not written for us. When you practice reciting them, you are reciting them for yourself. Only if you can understand them can the techniques be effective. Little Slave can't explain the reasons for this. I only know that this Daoist school tests one's character very much."

After the record player finished consuming the soul, Hong Ying took some flesh and blood from Feng Qu Weng and smeared it on the tip of her spear.

After applying the coating, the tip of the gun appeared even more reddish.

She wanted to ask Li Qi if it looked good, but then she heard Li Qi playing around with the record player again.

Listening to the record player's laughter, it seemed that Li Qi was still rubbing against the record player's belly.

After Hong Ying finished eating, the pendulum and earring rushed forward together, and Tang Blade was not to be outdone, snatching a piece of flesh and running away.

The Judge's Brush snorted, wanting to eat but too lazy to move.

The Wine Gourd and the Old Teapot each took a sip, and the record player took some blood and poured it onto the tape. The tape, which was already more than half full, began to grow rapidly and soon became a full roll.

The projector sighed deeply and said, "Why are you so cruel!"

He released a girl, cut off a piece of his flesh, and put it into the film room.

The glove shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I really can't stand it anymore."

He went into the third room, closed the door, and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, spat out a piece of meat, trembling with excitement:

"This piece of meat is the best; those crazy old men and women don't understand!"

Hong Ying sat silently for a moment, then suddenly felt a change in her body.

Conscience grows, peaches grow, and cultivation is restored.

"I was wondering why you're all so greedy. Eating flesh and blood in this house is definitely a different story!"

Hong Ying rushed forward and joined the crowd in the struggle.

Li Banfeng cut off a piece of meat and left it for Dream Virtue.

"You've done a great job in this battle. Hong Ying hit you too hard before, so don't hold a grudge."

Dream Virtue covered the peach, looking aggrieved, and said, "Master didn't even offer to rub it for me."

"Whoa!" the record player roared. "You bitch, want another beating? Go hang me on the wall!"

The family ate and drank their fill, Feng Qu Weng with very little.

Li Banfeng brought over Red Lotus and placed her next to Feng Qu Weng: "Eat."

The Red Lotus trembled for a moment, then unfolded its petals, as if saying something to the record player.

The record player said impatiently, "I know. Less flesh and blood means less pills. I won't blame you."

Red Lotus was very angry. Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Fine, don't eat it then. Leave it for them to eat next time."

Without further hesitation, Red Lotus took Feng Qu Weng without leaving a single drop of blood.

The record player warned, "My lord, we still don't know the origin of this 'Feng Qu Weng'. In Little Slave memory, we don't encounter such a thing for no reason. You must be careful."

We should be more careful. First it was Snot Worm, now it's Feng Qu Weng. Where did all these high-level Wandering Monster from?

And this matter hasn't been completely resolved yet.

Li Banfeng asked the projector, "Feng Qu Weng looks like?"

P. S.: Is there anyone who hasn't cleaned up yet?