Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"..."

After pondering for a while, Jian Zhengchu decided not to ask why, and said, "Mr. Fang, please come in."

The three of them opened the blue cloth curtain together and entered the back room.

A half-grown boy was lying in his mother's arms and crying loudly, with hazy eyes.

His mother patted and comforted her at a loss, watching the child in her arms full of distress, and tears fell down.

Seeing this scene, the faces of brothers Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhengchu were as dark as ink, and then Jian Zhengchu sighed, not knowing what to say.

Fang Chang stepped forward lightly and took a look.

There is a cloudy air between the child's eyebrows, with a rotten smell, and...

"Alas?"

He looked at it carefully, and cast a spell with a tactic, before the face of the child Jian Xingwen, he flicked lightly from the air.

Immediately, Jian Xingwen's crying became quieter, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, there was a smile on his face, his face was calm and sweet. Seeing this, the boy's mother was overjoyed, but she didn't dare to make too much noise for fear of waking up the child.

She hugged the child, raised her tear-stained face, showed a gratified smile, and said very softly, "Thank you, sir."

Fang Chang said to the three of them:

"There should be nothing else. Let the child have a good rest first. After he wakes up, I have some doubts and want to ask."

The child's mother carefully put it back on the couch, covered the quilt, and sat aside to stare at it. Fang Chang and the Jian brothers left the back room, went back to sit outside, and changed to hot tea.

Jian Zhengchu said: "I didn't expect that when I met Mr. Fang, I would help Xingwen now. Just now... I don't know Mr. Fang, who are you?"

"It's a cultivator." Fang Chang said with a smile.

"It turned out to be Fang Xianchang."

Jian Zheng gave a salute at the beginning, and he respected it even more. As a learned person, he has also seen some records. He knows that there are practitioners in the world, and he also knows that most of them are virtuous.

Therefore, he does not believe in the scary bedtime stories about fairy catching children that he heard when he was a child, like the mountain villager.

Fang Chang returned the courtesy and said: "No need, just call me Mr. Fang as before."

Without waiting for the Jian brothers to speak, he immediately talked about the child's situation, which instantly attracted the attention of the two of them:

"From my point of view, Jian Xingwen's condition is not a disease."

"oh?"

The two brothers said in surprise.

Fang Chang's tone was a bit strange: "If you read correctly, this child should have been possessed by a ghost..."

Although they usually don't talk about ghosts and gods, they are very concerned about the life of the third generation of single seedlings, and the simple gesture of Mr. Fang just now really calmed down Xingwen immediately, which is very convincing.

Seeing the two brothers looking at him with questioning eyes, Fang Chang said:

"But this matter is very strange. Because the dead people in the world have their own places to go, and there are city gods to manage them, according to the plan, there are no wandering souls that can stay in the world for a long time."

"The upper body of an old ghost should only appear in stories and novels, and it will almost never happen in reality. I know some techniques of hopefulness. It seems that there are no dead people in Xingqing Mansion in recent days. It shouldn't be in this way."

"When the child wakes up and I get rid of his predicament, I will ask again—sleep is the best way to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality. Only when the child has cultivated his spirit can he perform actions."

On the opposite side, Jian Zhengchu raised his forehead with both hands, and said:

"Thank you sir for your help. If you don't delay, the consequences will be disastrous."

Fang Chang waved his hand and said:

"This is the fate of this child, and as a practitioner, I am really interested in this matter, and this trip is worthwhile."

"It is estimated that he will have to sleep until the early morning of tomorrow. You can consider letting everyone go to rest first, and I will come to visit tomorrow morning."

"How can this happen!" Seeing that Fang Chang was about to leave, Jian Zhengqing hurried forward and said, "Mr. Fang, let's rest here. Letting distinguished guests leave in the middle of the night is not the way to treat guests!"

After repeated courtesy, Fang Chang didn't bother to refuse, so he accepted it.

Jian's family moved immediately, vacated a room from the opposite side room, laid out clean bedding, and gave Mr. Fang a rest. Fang Chang's hearing was sensitive, so he knew that this was Jian Zhengchu's room - in order to make room for himself, the Jian brothers slept together tonight.

...

Fang Chang's spiritual sense is extremely keen, not to mention that according to the "Cultivation Method", this kind of night practice that he carried out in a specific way is not considered to be falling asleep at all.

In the early morning, he heard that in the opposite house, the boy Jian Xingwen had woken up and begged for water.

He got up from the bed, walked over, and found that the two brothers Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhengchu had already got up.

At this time, a few cock crows came from outside the window.

"Good morning, Mr. Fang."

Fang Chang smiled and said, "Good morning, both of you, Jian Xingwen is awake?"

"Yes, I just woke up and can talk." Jian Zhengqing said, his face was full of smiles now, his grandson was ill these few days, and the whole family was restless.

"Okay, let me go down and have a look."

"Mr. Fang, please—"

Inside the house, the boy had already woken up, and his mother was feeding him water with a cup. Seeing the Jian brothers coming in, she obediently called out: "Grandpa, grandpa."

Jian Zhengchu smiled and said: "Xingwen, it's good if you wake up, this is Grandpa Fang, let him show you."

Fang Chang: "..."

He walked up to Jian Xingwen, looked again, and saw that the boy was already conscious and stable, and felt that the time was ripe, so he said to the Jian brothers and Jian Zhengqing's daughter-in-law next to him:

"Get out of the way, everyone, I need a little space."

Everyone did as they said, and retreated to the door curtain.

Fang Chang took a step forward, and first comforted the boy: "Xingwen, right away...Grandpa Fang is going to make a big move, so you can watch with peace of mind."

"Okay, Grandpa Fang."

Jian Xingwen's voice was crisp and full of curiosity.

After soothing the child, he softly shouted:

"come out!"

Accompanied by the voice, he stretched out his five fingers into claws, and grabbed Jian Xingwen violently from the air!

The three people next to them couldn't see anything, but the sound of "Plop!" hitting the floor was clearly audible. Their breathing became heavy, and they stared with wide eyes.

But he saw Mr. Fang in front of him, with his hands upside down, as if he was holding down a humanoid creature, and he was pulling off his belt, tying something in the air.

The three onlookers did not dare to make a sound, and even held their breath, for fear of disturbing each other's movements.

Then Mr. Fang stood up, clapped his hands and smiled:

"Caught it."

The Jian brothers and the boy's mother could only see a cloth belt tied in mid-air, and it seemed that something was still struggling, twisting the looped cloth into different shapes.

But the boy Jian Xingwen could see it, and he asked Fang Chang curiously: "Grandpa Fang, who is he?"

"It's a ghost."

"Ah, is this the legendary ghost? It's really dark."

"That's right, it's this thing that hurt you these days." Fang Chang said, and waved his hand in front of Jian Xingwen, as if pushing away something like a veil of clouds and mist.

The boy felt that the cold winter months met the spring breeze, and his body instantly warmed up.

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