The sound of the wind whistled in my ears, and the little fox's running speed was like lightning, and the scenery on both sides of the road almost formed a phantom.

Li Yunfei needs to look into the distance so that he will not cause dizziness.

And he was surprised to find that the little fox was running very smoothly and his back was not very undulating.

It's not like riding a horse at all. You have to take the initiative to cooperate with the ups and downs of the horse's back to avoid bumps.

Whether uphill or downhill, the little fox is like walking on flat ground, and his speed will not be affected at all.

She didn't even follow the road, but jumped down the road, and it was extremely gentle when she landed, and she didn't even hear the footsteps.

Li Yunfei was very happy. After the little fox was promoted to level 10, it was too helpful to him.

In his feeling, only a few minutes passed, the shrubs and weeds in his eyes had turned into farmland, and they had actually arrived at the pier.

It takes at least ten or twenty minutes for five or six kilometers of mountain roads, even if he runs at full speed. The little fox never takes more than three minutes.

The little fox stopped at the dock, Li Yunfei jumped off her back, hugged her neck and rubbed the fur on her head, and praised: "Honghong, you are amazing."

"Yiyiyi"

A humanized pride appeared in the little fox's eyes.

"But you have to remove the combat form first now, otherwise the small fishing boat would not be able to accommodate you."

When the little fox heard this, a red light appeared on his body again, and his figure quickly shrank in the red light, and he returned to his cute pet state.

Li Yunfei bowed happily and picked her up, still placed it on his shoulder, untied the rope tied to the stake, and jumped onto the fishing boat.

After quickly crossing the river, Li Yunfei tied the boat rope and walked along the small path towards the hydropower station.

When I passed by my fourth uncle's house, smoke was coming out of the chimney in his kitchen, probably because he was making supper.

Li Yunfei did not disturb him. He walked over a mountain road of more than 200 meters and returned to the spacious dam outside the hydropower station, and got on a car and drove to the village.

The road from the hydropower station to the village is driven from the cliffs, the road surface is not wide and it is winding around, so the speed cannot be raised at all.

It took less than four kilometers to run for more than ten minutes.

Fenghuang Township is not big, it can even be said to be very small, with a range of only a few hundred meters. The national highway passes through the middle of the market.

As soon as the market day comes, vendors and villagers block the national highway tightly.

However, the market here ended very early. The villagers set off from home before dawn, and it was almost dawn when they arrived at the market.

The villagers will not delay, buy what they need or sell what they want to sell, and will go straight home.

Because the villagers have to walk a long mountain road to return to the village, no one will stay in the market and it will basically end around 10 o'clock in the morning.

The villagers living in the direction of hydropower stations are the luckiest because they can be opened to traffic.

Li Yunfei knew that there was a grocery store near the street in the countryside, selling some groceries such as incense, candles, paper, rice paper, pen and ink, needlework, combs, etc.

The owner is a lame old bachelor, a paper-tie man, and he is very good at paper. If there is fun in all directions, he will come to him to order a paper-tie man.

In the past, Li Yunfei and his parents returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors, and they also went to this grocery store to buy memorial supplies.

Parked the car on the side of the road, Li Yunfei asked the little fox to wait for him in the car, and got out of the car and walked into the grocery store.

The owner is in his sixties, with all white hair and wrinkles on his face. When Li Yunfei arrived, he was having supper.

Seeing Li Yunfei enter the store, he put down his bowl, stood up and said in his hoarse voice: "What do you want to buy?"

Li Yunfei looked at his shelves and had found several things he needed.

"Old man, do you have high-purity cinnabar powder?"

The owner laughed and said, "Yes, it is definitely 10% purity. How much do you want?"

Li Yunfei thought for a while and said, "Buy 100 grams first! Please help me divide it into ten parts, each serving is 10 grams, and cut it with one meter of yellow paper and take three pieces of brush."

Li Yunfei prepared according to ten pieces of materials. Although only one job transfer task is required, after the job transfer is successful, he must often use these things.

After hearing Li Yunfei's words, the owner's eyes flashed slightly, he looked at Li Yunfei in surprise, and said with interest: "Does the young man buy it for others or use it yourself?"

Li Yunfei said puzzledly: "Is there any problem with it?"

The owner smiled and said, "No problem, but nowadays, young people who are willing to learn the Yin-Yang style are rare. You should still need boy urine and rooster blood, right?"

Li Yunfei said in surprise: "Oh, expert! Old man, do you understand these things too?"

The Yin and Yang Mr. mentioned by the owner is not a Taoist priest in the true sense.

They understand the traditional funeral rituals passed down from ancient times, they can recite some scriptures for sermons, draw some talismans, and also understand some Feng Shui and geomancers.

The so-called "Suma" sounds and white cloth is covered, and the whole village is waiting for the dishes.

When holding funerals in rural areas, people who beat gongs and drums and yelled suona were the ones who were the ones who were called by the owner of the shop.

The cemetery prepared by the family of the dead must be viewed before they can determine whether they can be buried here.

As for whether they know whether to catch ghosts and drive away evil spirits, they don’t know. This profession itself is very mysterious.

While taking a roll of yellow paper from the shelves, the shop owner said, "We paper-making people are like Mr. Yin and Yang. They do the work of eating in the world and walking in the underworld. Who doesn't know who!"

"Young man, you are young and trembling (chēn tou, Sichuan dialect, describes good-looking appearance). How did you think of learning this? It's not easy to bet on your wife in this business."

Li Yunfei smiled and explained casually: "Metaphysics is my traditional culture in Daxia. If no one learns it, wouldn't it be lost? I'm quite interested in this aspect."

After hearing Li Yunfei say this, the owner showed a look of admiration on his face and nodded, "That's right, people nowadays regard metaphysics as feudal superstition."

"How could they know that there are many things in this world that are not that simple."

Li Yunfei agrees with this point. Metaphysics has just been scientifically verified and analyzed. In fact, many modern scientific knowledge is also metaphysics in ancient times.

Who can say it accurately? In the future, metaphysics will not be analyzed and verified step by step and become a part of science?

It is extremely unwise to summarize metaphysics in the word "supercreation".

The yellow paper roll was exactly ten feet long. After the shop owner took off the yellow paper, he asked Li Yunfei again: "Young man, which kind of brush do you want?"

Li Yunfei asked back: "What kind of breed do you have?"

The shop owner said: "I have sheep hair pen, wolf hair pen, chicken hair pen, rat whisker pen, pig bristle pen, which type do you want?"

Li Yunfei thought for a while and said, "The old man thinks that what strokes are the best to use?"

The shop owner smiled and said, "If it is a pen specially used to draw talismans, it is naturally the most suitable wolf hair, because a beast like weasel is the most spiritual among these animals."

Li Yunfei said: "Then I will take three wolf hair pens!"

The shop owner took off three wolf hair pens, packed them in a plastic bag, and then walked into the house. After a while, a large porcelain altar was brought out.

Open the lid and it contains bright red cinnabar powder.

The shop owner spread ten pieces of square white paper on the table, scooped out cinnabar with a long-handled spoon, and then used a handful of miniature weighing, weighing ten weighings in a way of two cents and one weighing.

After wrapping all ten bags of cinnabar, pack them in a small bag.

"Young man, do I want me to cut this yellow paper for you? I know the size."

Li Yunfei said happily: "Then I'll trouble the old man."
Chapter completed!