Chapter 203 Stormy Building
Li Yanming lay at the head of the bed, reading a book by candlelight.

Since I came back, there have been many ups and downs in the village, and it seems that everything is related to the young master.

His father often went out, saying that he wanted to help the third young master with things. He also said that the third young master looked a little haggard recently and wanted to kill a chicken for the third young master's nourishment.

Of course he fully supported this matter. After all, the Third Young Master was good to him, and Li Yanming had never seen anyone as good as the Third Young Master.

Although the Third Young Master was not very old, only three years older than him, Li Yanming always felt that the Third Young Master was an adult in the way he behaved and handled things.

As long as the Third Young Master is around, he feels at ease no matter what happens.

When he was at the Zhao family, he heard that the young master had done something great. Although he had never been very clear about this so-called great thing, he always felt that it was very impressive.

Many people died in the village this time. His father said that they were all killed by demons and monsters. Since it was the demons and monsters causing trouble, the third young master must have a way to deal with it.

Li Yanming thought so as he read the book seriously and memorized what was written in the book in his heart, because the third young master had said that as long as he read enough books, he could also become powerful.

He must become the Third Young Master's most powerful helper and cannot always be a burden to the Third Young Master.

It was drizzling outside the window and Li Yanming felt a little cold. He put one hand under his body to keep warm while turning the pages of a book with the other hand.

His father got up early to go about his business, and heard that he would see off the scholar's wife today.

His father came back and talked to his mother about how tragically Li Xiucai's wife died. It sounded very scary, so what kind of demon or monster did this that made people so restless?

Li Yanming frowned and thought about it, then footsteps were heard at the door.

The door of the house was pushed open, and his father, Li Laosan, walked in wearing a dripping raincoat. His mother was mending clothes, and when she saw his father walking in so hurriedly, she was curious and asked, "What's wrong? Are you panicking?"

"Something happened." Li Laosan frowned and sighed.

"What happened?!" His mother put down her needlework, stood up to help Li Laosan take off his raincoat and asked, "Could it be that someone died again?"

"No, this time the old village chief asked us to help." Li Laosan took off his raincoat, sat on a chair and took a big sip of tea. Then he panted and looked at Li Yanming on the bed and sighed, "Many people have been called away. I will go too later."

"Oh, I thought something happened. Isn't it just to help? Just do a little work. Seeing you so flustered, I thought bandits had broken in." Li Yanming's mother breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and cursed with a smile, then continued to do her needlework without even looking at Li Laosan's bitter face.

Instead, Li Yanming put away the book, turned his head and looked at Li Laosan and asked, "Dad, is there a problem with the effort this time?"

"Yes, there must be something wrong." Li Laosan sighed, "The old village chief asked us to guard the entrance of the village this time, saying that the thief who killed people in the village has been found. This time, he wants to perform a ritual to capture the thief, and asked us not to let anyone enter or leave the village. Once anyone is caught entering or leaving without permission, he will be locked up in the east yard. In short, no one can enter or leave the village this time."

"Ah? How can it be like this? They catch thieves and even don't let people from their own village go? But what should we do with the fields? Now is a good time for spring ploughing. If we delay these days, there won't be such a good time in the future." Li Yanming's mother was a little puzzled and puzzled by the words of the old village chief.

Li Laosan nodded, picked up a pipe and started smoking.

He looked at the drizzle outside and sighed, "Who said it wasn't true? It's really strange to talk about catching a thief at this time. They didn't even tell us where the thief is, but instead asked us to guard the village and not let anyone in or out. I always feel like there's something wrong here."

"Dad, tell me what's wrong." Li Yanming was cautious and asked Li Laosan with the window closed.

Li Laosan tapped his pipe and lowered his voice and said, "You said that the Third Young Master must be notified about this matter. After all, the opening of the altar to perform the ritual was discussed with the Third Young Master in advance. But this time the old village chief did not mention the Third Young Master, so I found it strange. It is impossible for the old village chief to find another Taoist priest or monk to perform the ritual? Then the outsider he found is no longer an outsider? Don't you think it's strange?"

"This is a bit strange." Li Yanming thought about it and felt that his father was right. This matter was a bit strange.

"So, I was thinking that the Third Young Master might not have been informed about this. We don't know what the old village chief is going to do, but he should at least tell the Third Young Master, right? The Third Young Master said before that I would have a bloody disaster, and I have been a little uneasy these days. I always feel that something big is going to happen today." After saying this, Li Laosan took another sip of tea.

Looking at the sky outside which was gradually turning white, he stood up again.

Wearing a straw raincoat and holding farm tools, Li Laosan prepared to go out again, but when he reached the door, he looked at Li Yanming lying on the bed.

"Ming'er, I always feel that this matter is very strange. Go ask the third young master to see if he knows about this. Your father will be guarding at the east end of the village. Come to me if you have any problems." After saying this, Li Laosan carried a hoe and went out.

Li Yanming looked at the book in his arms, thought for a while and then got up and put on his clothes, because his father was right, he had to tell the third young master about this matter as soon as possible, if there was really a problem, it would be bad if it was too late.

The third young master said that his father was in danger of a bloody disaster, so this matter cannot be taken lightly.

After putting on his clothes and holding a small umbrella, Li Yanming rushed into the fog with his mother's instructions. It was at this time that he realized that the village had been covered by the sudden thick fog.

Fortunately, he was familiar with the road and could find the third young master with his eyes closed, so he didn't hesitate and started jogging.

And in the thick fog, a clear bell sound was heard.

In the dim light, a group of nameless people in white clothes and black robes walked towards them quietly and silently.

White paper money was scattered, and the soul-calling flags were swaying in the cold wind.

I saw eight strong men with naked upper bodies carrying a sedan chair, which was covered with veils on all sides.

A dark curtain parted, and a white robe fluttered.

In this sedan chair, a white-haired woman with a fox mask sat alone.

As Li Daoxuan walked along, he saw clay dolls appearing one after another.

They appear in endless numbers like mushrooms after rain.

At first, he used two small spells to destroy one or two of them, but later he found that there were too many of them, so he stopped wasting his energy.

Save your energy for later use. Holding the compass in your hand, you walk towards the direction pointed by the pointer in Tianchi.

The fog was a bit strange and enveloped the entire Lijia Village.

The road seemed to be infinitely long, and no matter which way Li Daoxuan walked, there would be repeated places.

This strange thing was like being trapped in a ghost wall, but even with his magical eyes, he could not see through what kind of illusion it was.

Li Daoxuan felt that he might be trapped in some kind of formation, and it would be difficult for him to escape unless he broke the core of the formation.

But he had no idea where the center of the formation was.

The needle of the compass in his hand did not move, but it seemed to always guide Li Daoxuan to circle within a range.

He walked about a thousand steps and stopped to look at the clay dolls scattered everywhere. Li Daoxuan wondered if the key to breaking the formation lay in these clay dolls.

Thinking of this, his hand reached for his waist.

Suddenly he touched a gourd, and Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up.

"I almost forgot."

He took the gourd off and held it in his hand, looking at the fog not far away and smiling.

"It seems that your formation can't trap me."

(End of this chapter)