Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin smiled faintly, stood up, and said to Professor Wang: "Professor Wang, I was just talking about the bet for fun. I won't ask for your student's money. I just want him to understand one thing. It’s not like farmers can’t grow herbs.”

"That's right, that's right!" Professor Wang nodded repeatedly and agreed with Fang Lin: "It's because we failed to teach our students well. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Professor Wang, you are serious." Fang Lin did not expect that a professor would bend down and apologize to him on behalf of the students, and quickly waved his hand.

Professor Wang then asked Fang Lin many questions, and Fang Lin answered them one by one.

Before he knew it, he taught the university professor and several college students a lesson, and even the restaurant owner listened with interest.

Drinking water with a dry mouth, he finally stopped. Fang Lin looked at the time and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step."

Professor Wang was quite reluctant to leave. After just having a conversation, Fang Lin gave her the feeling of being a helpful friend and mentor, and she felt like she was late to meet him. Seeing that Fang Lin was really going to leave, he said, "I still have a lot of questions." I would like to ask you for advice. Could you please leave me a phone number so that I can contact you easily?”

"No problem." Fang Lin left the phone number with Professor Wang before leaving. ??

Before leaving, Gu Manting said that she planned to go back to Shaoning County for a class reunion in a while and contact Fang Lin then.

Fang Lin was already not too keen on the class reunion because of the indifferent attitudes of Wang Sicheng, Bai Yunyun and Qian Tao. However, seeing Gu Manting's enthusiasm, it was hard to refuse, so he said he would see it when the time came.

After wandering around the herbal medicine market for more than an hour, Fang Lin finally bought all the herbal seeds he needed. Since they were seeds, they were not large in size, so he wrapped them and put them in his pocket.

After leaving the herbal medicine market, Fang Lin took a taxi and planned to visit Lanshui Street.

After he hypnotized Hong Jing last night, Hong Jing revealed that the place where Jiang Yao raised his kid was at No. 48 Lanshui Street.

villa.

The herbal medicine market is not far from Lanshui Street, so I just went to check the authenticity first.

Lanshui Street is a relatively quiet street, with a villa area on one side and a lake park on the other side. It can be seen that the people living here should be either rich or noble.

At this time, many people gathered outside a villa.

Fang Lin asked the driver to stop the car, and he could tell at a glance that the villa exuded a strong evil spirit.

After getting off the car and walking to the crowd outside, Fang Lin looked at the house carefully. Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he stared at the house number outside the villa door. He asked a gray-haired old man: "Old man, this house is Lan Shui." No. 48?”

"Yes." The old man nodded and said, "I live right in front. This street is called Lanshui Street, and this house is No. 48."

Fang Lin's expression turned gloomy. No wonder this house had such a sinister aura. It was actually the place where Jiang Yao raised his kid!

So, the evil spirit that Wei Xiangyun's biological son was transformed into is here!

He pretended not to know anything and asked curiously: "Old man, what happened here?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "People are dead, and people are dead again. This is a ghost house."

"The haunted house? Can you please explain it in detail?"

The old man whispered: "Since this house was built not long ago, someone has died every once in a while."

"The owner of this house does not live here, but every once in a while he will ask housekeepers to clean the house. But few people who dare to clean the house can come out alive. You said this is not

What is a ghost house? "

"Since we know that this house is not peaceful, why do the housekeepers come to clean it?" Fang Lin asked.

"Money!" The old man shook his head and said, "If you spend a day cleaning, you can get profits that are dozens or even hundreds of times higher than the market price. There are always people who are not afraid of death and will take chances."

Fang Lin nodded secretly and didn't ask any more questions. Just as he was thinking about it secretly, he saw several low-key official cars approaching in the distance.

The car door opened, and a fat monk got out of the car first. This great monk wore simple robes and had a kind face, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Master Pu Hui, this is it."

Several more people got out of the car, and one of them pointed to the villa and introduced it respectfully to the great monk named Pu Hui.

Master Pu Hui looked at the villa with a solemn expression. It seemed that he felt the strong evil aura and sensed the danger.

Seeing the solemn look on Master Pu Hui's face, several middle-aged people accompanying him frowned. One of them asked cautiously: "Master Pu Hui, can you tell what is going on in this villa?"

"The evil spirit is very strong. There are only evil spirits at work in this villa, and there is more than one evil spirit inside."

When Master Pu Hui said this, he shook his head in confusion, looked around again, and said: "The feng shui here is good, and it has the appearance of gathering wealth. Logically speaking, evil spirits should not condense to form a sinister mansion."

"Is there something wrong with the Feng Shui pattern in the villa?" the middle-aged man considered.

Master Pu Hui shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. After all, I'm not an experienced person and I don't know much about Feng Shui. Let's do this. I'll go in and take a closer look at night. It's inconvenient because there are so many people during the day."

Several people returned to the car and left.

Just now, Master Pu Hui spoke to the middle-aged man in a very low voice, and was not heard by the onlookers at all.

But Fang Lin heard the content of their conversation clearly and knew that the kind-hearted monk was probably not an ordinary person.

"It seems that this great monk will probably come here tonight to catch ghosts. Let me come over tonight to have a look." Fang Lin looked at the villa again, turned around and left. The ghost inside might be Wei Xiangyun's youngest son. He couldn't just ignore it.

If there was a chance, he thought it would be better to save Wei Xiangyun's youngest son and keep him by his side.

It was already afternoon when Fang Lin bought some fertilizer and brought herb seeds back to the hotel.

He found the driver, took the three sacks of jade in the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz to the hotel room, and then locked himself in the guest room.

Looking at the three sacks of jade, Fang Lin said to himself: "The evil spirit in that villa is extremely strong. If you want to be sure of everything after tonight, it is best to make a few jade charms to ward off evil."

"And that great monk is probably not an ordinary person. I'd better use less of my methods of cultivating immortals. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be remembered by interested people, and trouble will come to my door. I will lose my purity."

Fang Lin's worries are not unreasonable. The reason why he was able to retire from the Hidden Dragon was that he escaped by feigning death.

Although the Hidden Dragon Army is very mysterious in China, his resume has become the military's most confidential file since the first day he entered Hidden Dragon.

But even so, there are still some people who know his true identity.

He just wants to be an ordinary person and live a quiet life now, but he doesn't want to be involved in any whirlpool again.