"There is something evil about that place.
Whoever lives there will die."
The mountains are misty and rainy, and the temperature is cold.
Such words coming from Hegou's mouth are quite touching.
Besides, a big sect like Nanwu Sect, where strong men gather, does such a place still exist?
"He Guanshi, why is he evil?"
Song Zheliu's curiosity was aroused and he couldn't help but ask.
In fact, he had exactly the same idea as Meng Fan.
He also wanted to find a quiet place to live and didn't want to be with those disciples.
Huddled together, what Meng Fan just said spoke to his heart.
"In the past, when a disciple died, he would temporarily store the body there, and then choose a suitable day to bury it.
Not only Jinlian Peak, but also the other four peaks had such a place.
Later, the head of Gongye specially built a place in the west A place for corpses was opened in the mountains, and the place was left idle, and was later made available for disciples to live in. " He Gou patted the raindrops on his robe with his hand and continued: "But for some reason, the disciples who live in the house cannot stay for a year, and without exception they will die suddenly.
The reasons are also various.
Later, no disciples dared to live there.”
Meng Fan smiled calmly.
If it was really so evil, he wouldn't care at all.
Because he didn't live there for even a year, maybe a few days, maybe a month or two, before he left the Nanwu Sect.
Song Zheliu, who had "never investigated the reason" and planned to make contributions to the Nanwu Sect, wanted to find out.
"We have investigated."
He Gou looked in a direction in the mist and said, "Eighteen elders from Nawu were dispatched together for half a month, but nothing was found.
In the end, it was attributed to the bad Feng Shui of that place.
Well, the energy of the Five Gods Peak is broken there.
If people live in a place without luck, there will naturally be disasters. " "Oh."
Song Zheliu nodded with some understanding, "That should be it.
If it was an evil ghost, he would have been killed long ago, but the Feng Shui luck can be changed.
Don't you plan to change it?"
"There is no way to change it."
He Gou shook his head and spread his hands and said, "If it is changed, it will affect the luck of the Golden Lotus Peak.
The leader lives up there."
"I'll just choose that place."
Meng Fan didn't even care about Feng Shui's luck.
He was blessed with purple energy and was a walking humanoid.
How could his luck affect him?
"Brother Song, you can choose a place to live by yourself."
Meng Fan kindly said to Song Zheliu.
If he left in the future and Song Zheliu was the only one left living there, it would be bad if he died suddenly.
"It doesn't matter."
Song Zheliu, who made up his mind to hug Meng Fan tightly, also smiled nonchalantly, "Cultivation itself is a struggle with heaven and earth.
If you give up because of this trivial matter, you won't be able to achieve big things in the future.
Let's talk about it."
Song Zheliu grinned mysteriously: "I won't live there for long."
When He Gou heard this, he glanced at Song Zheliu: "You don't want to stay in Nanwu Sect any longer?"
"No."
Song Zheliu said with a smile, "Maybe within a year, I will be admitted to the inner gate.
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I will have moved to a better place long ago, haha."
"You are quite ambitious."
He Gou also laughed, "However, the inner sect is not that easy to enter.
You have to reach the Heaven-Slaying Realm."
He Gou immediately stopped smiling and said to Meng Fan and Song Zheliu: "Where are you really planning to go?"
Meng Fan raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's go."
Song Zheliu also nodded: "It's right there."
Seeing that the two of them had reached the same opinion, He Gou didn't feel like saying anything else, so he led the two of them forward, through the residential area of the outer disciples, and walked for a while before stopping, pointing forward and saying: "We're here. " Song Zheliu glanced in the direction He Gou pointed and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's a bit interesting."
Jinlian Peak is very steep in nature, like a huge finger reaching into the sky.
Where He Gou is pointing is actually a cliff extending from the mountain.
Covered by clouds and mist, it looks like it is suspended in the air, which is very dangerous. , a small courtyard was built on that cliff.
The courtyard was fenced with mangosteens.
The house was a wooden structure.
When soaked by rain, the wood changed color and looked like it was painted with a layer of black paint. , making the whole look a bit eerie.
"Look above."
He Gou pointed to the top of the courtyard.
A huge rock hangs from the mountain above the courtyard, like a giant axe.
It looks like it will collapse and fall at any time, making the courtyard built on the cliff look precarious.
"There's something wrong with Feng Shui at first glance."
Song Zheliu was frightened when he saw it.
"It's still too late to regret now."
He Gou smiled and quietly observed Meng Fan's face.
There was nothing unusual about it.
"The ancients said that there was a beam hanging over one's head to encourage one to work hard."
Song Zheliu said, "This terrain is like a giant ax hanging over one's head.
It is very wonderful.
Living there can always remind oneself to practice diligently.
It is a good place."
After saying that, Song Zheliu asked again: "What are the cultivation levels of those disciples who died suddenly?"
"improvise."
"Perhaps their deaths have little to do with the Feng Shui luck here.
It just happened that their lives were not good.
They just lived there."
“Let’s go in and have a look again” He Gou led the two of them towards the gloomy courtyard.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, a cold air that penetrated into the bones rushed to their faces, as if they had entered an ice cellar.
Song Zheliu immediately understood why this place was regarded as an existence before.
A corpse place, corpses must rot slowly here.
He Gou opened the door, and the cold atmosphere became much stronger, and the light also dimmed.
The room was empty, with no inside or outside room, and very few furnishings.
There were only two wooden beds, which should have been slept by the disciples who died suddenly in the past.
The simple environment of the room allowed everyone to see at a glance.
Song Zheliu pressed the button on a wooden bed, which made a creaking sound.
Meng Fan had already seen through the inside and outside of the house, and the only thing he was interested in here was the bamboo forest.
On the steep mountain to the west of Yatai, there is a large bamboo forest spreading.
He is planning to tie up more paper figures to build his own army of paper figures.
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The bamboo forest is simply prepared for him.
Moreover, this place is remote, quiet and inaccessible.
Even if he cuts down all the bamboo forest, no one will find out in time.
Meng Fan was very satisfied with this place.
He Gou saw that the two of them still had no objections.
After chatting for a few words about the precautions for the outer door, he left on his own.
After He Gou left, after a while, four or five disciples came together and gave them some bedding, towels, robes and other items.
Then they left in a hurry without saying a word, and looked at Meng Fan and Song Zheliu.
His eyes were very strange.
The four or five disciples quietly said something after leaving the courtyard.
"How about a bet of one hundred mysterious votes?"
"Two lives, two hundred mysterious votes."
"I bet the two of them only have three months to live."
"I'm five months old."
"I'm two months old":