The founder of all religions

Back in the class room, Li Mo saw a black jar on the desk.

This is the demon-suppressing altar, which is used to contain demons and ghosts.

All the monsters brought by the monster hunter will be sealed here and then sent to the dark prison.

"Three furnaces of demons!?"

Li Mo glanced at it and saw three furnace marks printed on the demon-suppressing altar.

"Who sent it?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian next to him.

"Mo Mo, I'm here again."

A lazy voice came from behind, Li Mo's eyes narrowed, and he knew without looking back...

Hong Xiaofu, the lost star, is here again.

Sure enough, a chubby figure jumped out, his fair and tender face trembling slightly, and a smile hanging from the corners of his narrowed eyes.

If we say who among the disciples of Luofu Mountain's generation has the highest talent, there may be some controversy.

But when it comes to who has the best luck, the answer can only be Hong Xiaofu.

At that time, he went to the mountain to become a disciple, but because of insufficient qualifications, he was not selected.

As a result, among the three people who passed the examination, one indulged in excessive sexual activities, one took shelter from the rain and was exposed to lightning, and one squatted in a pit and fell into manure... but all of them died.

In the end, the mediocre Hong Xiaofu got an unusual entry due to insufficient students.

With such qualifications, he should have been lost to everyone and become a mediocre person like Li Mo.

Who would have thought that in the second year of his apprenticeship, Hong Xiaofu followed his senior brother into the mountains to collect herbs. As a result, the senior brother lost his footing and fell off a cliff. Hong Xiaofu searched for the body all night, but did not find the body. Instead, he accidentally ate the red fruit in the mountain, thereby cutting off the hair and washing the marrow, and reborn.

In this way, Hong Xiaofu's luck has increased along the way, and he is now a master at the fifth level of the Inner Breath Realm. His strength is not inferior to Yan Zixia or Shen Yi's sect.

But because of this, almost all the disciples up and down Luofu Mountain have a superstition about Hong Xiaofu.

This person can only watch from a distance and cannot play with it.

"Hehe, Mo Mo, it seems that you are the only one inside and outside the sect who is not afraid of me." Hong Xiaofu grinned and pushed the Demon Suppressing Altar in front of Li Mo.

As a jailer, Li Mo often dealt with Hong Xiaofu. Others were afraid to avoid him, but he was the only one who was calm and calm.

Over time, he and Hong Xiaofu formed a deep friendship.

"What feudal superstition, the dregs remain!" Li Mo muttered in his heart.

In his previous life, he believed in Lord Ma.

"Where is the monster!?"

Li Mo's fingertips lightly touched the demon-suppressing altar, and the latter suddenly vibrated and made a "squeaking" sound.

"Tu Pixiu!" Hong Xiaofu said with a grin.

"Tu Pixiu? You are so lucky." Li Mo showed surprise.

Although the rating of a star monster hunter is based on the number of monsters caught, regardless of the level of the monsters.

But the calculation of merit is based on the realm of demons and ghosts.

In Luofu Mountain, merit can be exchanged for elixirs, exercises, weapons and even money, etc.

Three furnaces of demons and ghosts are three points of merit.

Tu Pixiu is a rare monster in the "Demon Catcher's Illustrated Book", and its merits are doubled, that is, six points of merit, which can be converted into 600 taels of silver, which is equivalent to Li Moqian's salary as a jailer for 100 years.

"Tu Pixiu? I heard that this kind of demon is very evil."

When Feng Wannian heard this, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but come closer.

The earth brave is the so-called "Black Rat Spirit".

It is said that this kind of demon can only be raised in a rice vat that is more than thirty-three years old. As long as it is enshrined in the home, it can attract a steady stream of wealth.

Therefore, the people also call it Tu Pi Xiu.

The figure of Tu Pixiu is like a small dog. It spends all day entrenched in the rice vat and enjoys offerings.

Once they leave the rice vat, the fate between Tu Pixiu and this family will be broken. From then on, their fortunes will decline and their families will be destroyed.

"This earth brave was made by forging... When I caught it, most of the village was in panic." Hong Xiaofu narrowed his eyes and said.

"Refining demons!?" Li Mo frowned slightly: "That's really asking for death."

Demons and ghosts are born and raised by the earth, and are conceived by the mountains and rivers.

Before Shenzong destroyed the method, there were also methods of refining demons that were widely circulated, but most of them were heretical practices.

It is said that to refine the earth brave, you need to feed it with the flesh and blood of your close relatives and friends.

Even after practicing it, he is still a bloody brave with a huge appetite and unsatisfied desires.

"The man who refined the demon was a famously poor man in the village. He didn't know where he got this method. In the middle of the night, he dug out his father's body from the earthen grave, used it as bait, and went deep into the mountains to catch people. A black rat has arrived.”

Hong Xiaofu talked about the origin of this earth brave with great interest.

To refine the earth Pixiu, you first need to use the flesh and blood of your close relatives as a lure to attract the psychic black mouse, raise it in a rice vat, and enshrine it at home.

"One day, the poor man called his childhood friend, and the two drank until midnight... Since then, no one has seen her again."

"After that, people disappeared one after another in the village, most of them were the poor man's friends."

"No one noticed the problem at that time, but the poor guy gradually became richer. In three years, he built two large tile-roofed houses, which was the envy of others."

At this point, Li Mo's eyes became slightly dazed, and he couldn't help but look at the demon-suppressing altar on the table.

Once this thing is refined, the appetite will only get bigger and bigger.

Hong Xiaofu seemed to have read through his thoughts and nodded.

"Later, the old mother who raised him also disappeared...then came his wife who had been with him all the way from poverty...and finally a pair of children..."

"What a human heart!" Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"In ten years, that poor guy transformed and became the richest man in the town... Unfortunately, this earthworm's appetite is getting bigger and bigger..."

As he spoke, Hong Xiaofu patted the demon-suppressing altar on the desk.

"Ordinary flesh and blood can no longer satisfy it." Li Mo said casually.

"Hit!"

Hong Xiaofu nodded and said: "It took a fancy to that poor man's body..."

"When the poor man found me, two legs and one arm were gone."

Hearing this, Li Mo's eyes twitched unnaturally.

"It's really cruel."

Feeding demons and ghosts with one's own body is almost like a demon.

No wonder Shenzong once said that when people are abnormal, demons will flourish.

"It's a pity that the poor guy survived..."

Hong Xiaofu felt a little regretful: "It's true that good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years... At that time, I really wanted to send that bastard away too!"

"He lost Tu Pixiu, and the decline of his family is not far away. I'm afraid that the rest of his life will be worse than death." Li Mo said lightly.

"When I left, that bastard was already very weird. He was particularly afraid of the light. He liked to hide in the tank when sleeping at night..."

Hong Xiaofu shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Hehe, that's really interesting." Feng Wannian's eyes narrowed slightly and shone brightly.

"Mo Mo, help me register." Hong Xiaofu said with a grin.

Six points of merit is a considerable amount of money. He can exchange it for silver to buy more low-level monsters and ghosts, and he can earn enough to be promoted to a three-star monster hunter.

"Xiaofu, are you also planning to take part in the Xuantian Pavilion's assessment?" Li Mo asked casually.

Hong Xiaofu, Shen Yimen, and Yan Zixia are the most promising masters in [Mountain Ghost Academy] to become a three-star monster hunter.

"Of course, I will always see the prosperity of the capital city in this life." Hong Xiaofu looked yearning.

As monks, they all have the lifelong goal of entering Xuantian Pavilion.

"Your dear Senior Sister Yan is in danger." Feng Wannian leaned into Li Mo's ear and sighed softly.

He could never forget the fate of those who apprenticed with Hong Xiaofu in Luofu Mountain.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Li Mo frowned and shouted loudly.

"Xiaofu!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo had turned the demon-suppressing altar over, and there was a hole the size of a cat's eye at the bottom of the jar.

"What the hell, you ran away!?" Feng Wannian's expression suddenly changed.

"Impossible, I checked it when I entered the mountain." Hong Xiaofu's face also darkened.

"In other words, you slipped away inside the mountain gate?"

Li Mo and Feng Wannian looked at each other.

A demon is now wandering in Luofu Mountain like visiting a brothel.

"Hurry and find it!" Li Mo slapped the table.

If this matter was known to the sect, it would be a big sin.

Hong Xiaofu regained consciousness and ran out of the squad room like a rat.

Li Mo followed closely and walked out.

"Monster, you must not go to the back mountain."

Li Mo murmured softly and subconsciously looked towards the back mountain.

The monkey is hiding in the back mountain.