Monster Hunting High School

After the guests have left.

Zheng Qing finally put down the tabby cat in his arms, put his hands behind his back, and walked around the long-abandoned garden. The Colt Silver Python and the Law of Order were hanging on his belt, one on the left and the other on the right. Long and leisurely, leaving traces of dancing light on the ground covered with fallen leaves. The yellow raccoon stepped on the haloed shadows and jumped behind the young dean.

"——This place needs to be taken care of."

The yellow raccoon raised its tail, looked left and right, and shook its head: "Not to mention major repairs, at least there must be water in the pond, the stone figurines buried in the soil should be dug out, and the broken door plaque on the archway should be replaced with a new one... and that An old locust tree with a gloomy air , It’s not like our orderly temperament at all! What’s more, it dares to stick its branches out of the fence? This is absolutely intolerable! You must cut off the branches! Cut them all off!”

The old trees in the distance seemed to understand the threat of the tabby cat, and shivered in fear. The dense leaves collided with each other, making a rustling sound, as if a light rain suddenly fell.

While they were talking, one person and one cat had already turned around and returned to the entrance of the abandoned garden.

Zheng Qing raised his head, looked at the crooked door plaque on the archway, stared at it for a moment, nodded slightly, and muttered: "——It really should be replaced with a new one."

Turn around.

We walked deeper into the garden again.

The tabby cat shook its beard happily, and the rotten door creaked and struggled to close behind it. Outside the door, the crooked door plaque on the archway finally stopped insisting and fell into the soil with a snap, and the breeze blew by. , the vague words 'Ziwei Palace' seemed to have experienced the baptism of millions of years in an instant, and along with the door plaque, they quietly turned into a handful of dust.

Under the old locust tree.

Zheng Qing first opened the Dharma book called "Order".

Then he took out a black gem cat from his hood and placed it between the pages of the book. The originally vivid kitten quickly lost its life. It first turned into a statue, and then the image slowly blurred and turned into a crystal clear black gem. , tiny cracks opened on the gem, and finally, with a crisp sound, it turned into a gray stone.

Zheng Qing conveniently put the stone into the gray cloth bag.

At the same time, a large ball of ink appeared on the blank page, hanging tremblingly in mid-air, as if it would drip at any time.

"——This is our fate!"

Another black gem cat climbed up on the wizard's left shoulder at some point, stuck its head out, stared at the mass of ink, and said in a tone that seemed to see through everything: "Come where you came from, go where you are going." "All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

The third black gem cat poked its head out from Zheng Qing's right shoulder, looked at the Dharma book, and pulled Zheng Qing's ears hard: "Wow! Is this the smell of truth? I also feel the call of truth! Next time How about I go instead?"

Bang!

Its tail was grabbed by a paw and pulled back into the hood.

Then another black gem cat appeared and said angrily: "Really, another fool who has been fooled. The world is so wonderful, isn't it good to live? All day long, I just think about becoming one with the avenue. This is Severe self-destructive tendencies are mental illnesses!”

"I have long told him that having too many clones will lead to mental illness, but he has always turned a deaf ear to my words."

Huang Huali slowly jumped onto a nearby stone tablet that was half buried in the soil. He tilted his head, glanced at Zheng Qing, and shook his head: "There is a limit to the emotions a person can generate within a period of time. You allocate too many emotions. If you give it to those clones, the main body will become more and more indifferent. This is not a good thing."

"Too many distracting thoughts is not a good thing."

Zheng Qing wiped the tip of his right index finger with a solemn expression: "The clone takes away distracting thoughts and the main body concentrates on practice. Isn't this a good thing? Besides, compared to being regarded as mentally ill by a group of cats, having the ability to resist external threats is more important now. It’s more important to me. After all, you can become mentally ill only if you’re alive, and you won’t even be mentally ill if you’re dead.”

The words have not yet fallen.

His fingertips landed on the small ball of ink.

His fingertips were like pens, and he quickly sketched out a spell.

"There are four directions in danger, and everything is clear!"

This is a very ordinary monitoring spell, but this spell immediately changed completely after being blessed by the black gem cat's spirit ink and "Order".

The clouds in the sky rolled to both sides and opened a gap.

An eye as deep as an abyss appeared in the gap, purring as he carefully looked at the abandoned garden - from the upside-down Mei Zi under the eaves of the corridor, to every leaf of the old locust tree, to the mottled spots in the dry pool. of moss and stone figurines The eyes of the ants digging their nests nearby did not miss a single thing in the garden - the sight as thick as a curtain cut off the connection between the abandoned garden and the silent forest, and the whole world seemed to change from day to dusk in an instant.

The yellow raccoon squatting next to Zheng Qing also felt that his body was scanned several times by that line of sight. This kind of glance comes from the level of rules, and even if you are a legend, you will inevitably be affected.

"It feels bad." The tabby cat shook its fur and muttered, but its head turned around following the movement of the eyeball in the sky.

After a while.

The clouds rolled inward again, flooding the eyes.

The chirping of birds and beasts in the silent forest, as well as the rustle of branches and leaves colliding with each other, visited this abandoned garden again.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

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Zheng Qing glanced at the yellow cat, which flattened its ears and shook its head.

"——It is indeed quite clean, and I didn't find any dirt."

Its tone was a little confused, but also a little relieved: "To be honest, the relevant departments have handled this matter quite openly... Of course, it is also possible that they don't know whether the old man is still here, so they dare not make any small moves."

Zheng Qing was in no mood to guess what a group of old men and women were thinking.

The garden is clean, that's good.

He glanced at the ink on the book, and there was still a little, enough to write half a spell.

Then he thought about it, raised his hand, and wrote the second spell.

"Clean it up!"

This is a spell that even many wizards in the North District can roughly master. The slightly white spell light spread in all directions with Zheng Qing's fingertips as the center, and in a moment it swept across the entire abandoned garden.

Fallen leaves rolled into balls and piled up at the foot of the old locust tree; every leaf of the old tree seemed to be coated with wax, shining in the sun; in the corridor around the mansion, dust and spider webs were blown outside the wall by the wind; the owners of spider webs and ant holes in the corners began to move in a hurry; the stone figurines slowly crawled out of the ground, wiped each other with their rough hands, and then chose a suitable position to stand firm again; and the rotten wooden door shed the damp wood residue on its body and grew a hard and beautiful shell again.

"I never knew that this spell had such an effect."

Huang Huali squatted on the stone tablet that had been straightened again, looked around, and sighed.

"Maybe it's because the legends disdain to use such low-level spells." The young dean flattered calmly, raised his hand with the emerald ring, and gently scratched it in the void.

Swish.

The space was like a piece of silk cloth, following the traces of the emerald, it was lightly cut and rolled to both sides. After the space was cut open, the rolling spiritual energy rushed towards them. A spiritual tree that was much taller than the old locust tree in the garden grew in the center of this small world, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Is this the Xuanhuang wood cultivated in 'Eden'?" Huang Huali lay on the threshold of the space and looked inside: "--It is indeed a little small, far smaller than the one in the Black Prison!"