I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 61 Feng Shui Master (Second Update)
Zhang Chen was walking back from Wang Wu's house. Halfway through, he suddenly saw the village chief walking in from outside the village with a middle-aged man wearing a yellow scarf. The man was thin and wrapped in a half-gray robe. Although the robe was old, it had no patches.

Especially the yellow scarf on the man’s head was very eye-catching and attracted people involuntarily.

There was a golden light flashing in his eyes, and no air flow was seen on the man's body. He was obviously an ordinary person.

Zhang Chen saw the man and the village chief. The village chief also saw Zhang Chen and waved to him from a distance.

Zhang Chen walked over, but before he could get close, the village chief said, "I have invited distinguished guests today. Do you have any prey?"

Zhang Chen said calmly, "Who can set traps in the mountains these days? The people are not enough to steal. I am also living on grass roots and tree bark now."

The village chief spat upon hearing this: "What a damn world! How can drought happen just because it's called drought?"

Then he said to Zhang Chen, "But don't be afraid, my boy. Our village is blessed. I have spent a lot of money to invite the most famous Feng Shui master in the city: Master Chen. When Master Chen finds the water vein in our village, I will draw water from the well, and you won't have to be thirsty anymore!"

Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this: "Mr. Feng Shui? There is Feng Shui in this world?"

"You boy should hunt more game and sell more for money, so that you won't have to come to me to buy water when you have no money! There is water by then, but you will die of thirst. Isn't that a pity?" The village chief said with a smile.

Hearing what the village chief said, Zhang Chen was stunned again: "He actually wanted to sell water! I thought he was paying out of his own pocket to do good things for the villagers."

While Zhang Chen was stunned, the village chief had already said to the man, "Mr. Chen, please."

The two walked away. Zhang Chen looked at their backs, with countless thoughts in his mind: "Mr. Feng Shui? There is actually Feng Shui in this world? I wonder if it is the same as in the previous life, or if the Feng Shui in this world is real."

However, this kind of thing was too far away from him, and Zhang Chen didn't care about it. He just wanted to find out the details of the fox spirit, get rid of the fox spirit's oppression, and then dig up the tomb and take the fortune inside. That's all!

After Zhang Chen and the two parted ways, he thought to himself:
"That Feng Shui master does seem to have an extraordinary demeanor! But there are many people in this world who are just famous for nothing and have nothing to show for themselves. Finding dragons and determining veins is just empty talk. Feng Shui is so popular in later generations, but I have never seen any real supernatural powers manifest. But Feng Shui is not completely useless. Houses built according to the layout make people live more comfortably, sleep better, and stay comfortable and clear-headed. There is no problem. But as for more skills, I have never seen them before."

"Various magnetic fields have been studied in later generations, and Feng Shui is just a kind of man-made magnetic field. But if it is said that it can be used to explore groundwater, it is simply a fantasy. People are not machines, how can they sense groundwater several meters below? Even if we dig wells in later generations, it all depends on God's will. Whether water can be pumped out depends entirely on God." Zhang Chen said to himself in his heart, but ignored him. He was just a Feng Shui master.

When he got home, he saw that the falcon in the cage had escaped from the cage and smashed many bowls and plates. Looking at the debris all over the floor and the messy house, Zhang Chen did not clean up: "I will have to flee the famine sooner or later anyway, why should I clean up? Besides, I am about to fight the vixen, if I lose, it will be a complete end."

Zhang Chen looked towards the water tank, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he closed the lid of the water tank. The next moment, a golden light burst out from his palm, pouring into the water tank, wrapping up the entire water tank and the lid.

Then Zhang Chen wrapped his valuable items: tiger skin cloak, writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone, dried meat, and rice jar with golden light. Only then did Zhang Chen realize that the golden light in his dantian seemed to be consumed, about one tenth of it. With his breathing, the consumed golden light was also recovering rapidly, and it would take only an hour to be completely restored.

He did not bless the wall with golden light, so as not to alert the snake by taking action in advance and make the vixen dare not come in.

"It seems that my daily circulation of golden light is not without consumption, but the consumption is too little, and it can't even keep up with my recovery speed, so it seems that there is no consumption at all." Zhang Chen had some speculations in his mind at this time. Opening his Dharma eyes and looking at the objects wrapped in golden light in the room, Zhang Chen's eyes showed a smug look: "Damn vixen, let me see where your bottom line is. If your bottom line is like this, I'm afraid your death is coming, and I, Zhang Chen, will be able to rise up and sing in the future! If I can control the vixen, wouldn't I have as many supplies as I want in troubled times? I can empty anyone's house if I want to empty their things?"

Zhang Chen stood at the wall, poked a hole and peeked in. He saw that the next door room was empty. The vixen and Zhang Chen were not at home. It was obvious that they were studying outside and had not returned yet.

"With a beautiful woman by your side and a beautiful girl in your arms, this is the treatment of a protagonist! How enviable!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself and looked towards the dusty house. The next moment, a stream of water came out of the water tank like a spirit snake, and then turned into a water ball the size of a washbasin and kept rolling in the house, sweeping up the dust wherever it passed. Soon the water ball turned into a grey dirty water ball.

As Zhang Chen thought about it, the water ball came to the stove carrying the dust, and then the water vapor and the dust separated, and a ball of intact and clean pure water once again floated in front of Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen looked at the tiger-skin cloak on the wall that was covered with dust and footprints, and couldn't help but reveal a trace of heartache. This was a fun thing, a truly fun thing. Then he saw the water ball automatically rolled up and washed back and forth. After a short while, the tiger-skin cloak was washed clean and tidy as if it were new, and even the hair was straightened, emitting a shiny luster.

The leather cannot be washed with water, but Zhang Chen has mastered the art of controlling water and can prevent water from penetrating into the leather.

"This is real dry cleaning." Zhang Chen looked at the cloak that looked as neat as new, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and then scattered the water balls in, allowing them to seep into the ground.

He ignored the broken jars on the ground and went straight to the desk. After clearing away the fragments on the desk, he spread out a piece of white paper, ground the pen and ink, and practiced calligraphy on the desk.

Zhang Chen practiced about 300 words. At this time, a sound came from next door, and he saw the nerd Zhang Chen walking back home with the white fox in his arms.

Zhang Chen's heart moved, but he continued to practice calligraphy without stopping. At this time, he heard the prayer of the nerd next door: "Grandpa God, I haven't eaten roasted chicken for a while. If you can still give me delicious food today, please give me a roasted chicken! I am also tired of eating rice. Can you give me a big cake?"

After undergoing the hair-cleansing and marrow-removing procedure, Zhang Chen felt that his hearing ability had greatly improved. Although the sound from next door was small, he could still hear it.

Listening to the prayer of the poor scholar Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen paused with his brush and dropped a ball of ink on the white paper, instantly turning the white paper into dirt: "You should thank me! This poor scholar is getting more and more outrageous and even started to order food!"

Even Zhang Chen was amused by this operation.

"Damn poor scholar, damn vixen, I want to see how you deal with it this time!" Zhang Chen pulled out the dirty white paper, took out a new piece of white paper and spread it out, and continued practicing calligraphy.

After the scholar prayed, he heard a crackling sound from the next room. The poor scholar opened the door and walked out. His voice came through the wall: "I just hope my wish comes true. I haven't eaten roast chicken for some time!"

Hearing the sound of the poor scholar leaving, Zhang Chen's heart moved slightly, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes: "I want to see if that damn vixen has any other skills. If there is no other skill to deal with it, it means that the vixen has run out of tricks, and then it will be time to hunt it down!"

Just as Zhang Chen was thinking in his mind, golden light automatically surged from his abdomen and poured into Zhang Chen's eyes. He saw the golden light flashing automatically in his eyes, and Zhang Chen knew in his heart that the vixen had come!

(End of this chapter)