You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 2 Village
There were several black clay jars placed on the donkey cart. After Zuo Chen blew air on it, the donkey was frightened and turned around to run away.

Zuo Chen stretched out his left hand and directly grabbed the reins. The black donkey suddenly became unable to move and could only spin in place.

He tapped the jar with the bone of his index finger, and seven or eight children fell out with a clatter.

They sat on the ground stupidly, as if they had lost their souls. They didn't cry or make a fuss, but simply looked up at Zuo Chen.

Zuo Chen blew a breath at the children again, and the children's originally stiff eyes gradually regained their vitality.

Then he burst into tears.

After hearing the crying, the surrounding villagers gathered together, some holding rolling pins, some holding hoes, and some holding dung forks.

Zuo Chen hurriedly explained to the villagers who had gathered around him, and only then did the villagers see the human tooth lying on the ground, almost frozen to death.

Those in the Foundation Establishment Stage are naturally not afraid of fighting with this group of mortals, but Zuo Chen is only afraid of the one holding the dung fork.

It's enchanted.

After spending some time to sort out the whole cause and effect, the villagers finally thanked Zuo Chen profusely, especially the parents who almost lost their children, who almost knelt down and kowtowed to Zuo Chen.

Zuo Chen didn't care about it at all.

This was just a piece of cake for him. After all, he had already established his foundation. There was a huge difference between him and ordinary mortals.

There is a clear air in Zuo Chen's dantian. This air can be blown out from the mouth. The cold air can make frost on stones, the heat can melt the winter snow, and if he uses more force, he can even make the grass and trees in the soil come alive in spring. This is one of the little tricks he has now.

After understanding the whole story, the villagers surrounded the human gangster and beat him with sticks. The man, who was already on his last breath, was beaten to death. His body was dragged and hung on a tree.

The remaining villagers, under the instruction of the village chief, prepared to kill chickens and light the stove to entertain Zuo Chen.

Zuo Chen didn't want to trouble these villagers who looked quite poor, but he couldn't resist their enthusiasm. Besides, it was indeed dark. Although he didn't need sleep, Zuo Chen still kept the habit of resting at night, so he agreed.

The village chief hosted a banquet at his house.

When we arrived at the village chief's house, an eight-immortal table was set up. The families of the rescued children donated chickens or rice if they could, and the small village managed to put together a table full of meat.

The smell was quite fragrant, and Zuo Chen, who had been cooking his own rice in the mountains all day, was immediately tempted.

"Thank you for your help, Taoist Priest. If it weren't for you, who knows how many children would be lost in our village!"

"It's not a big deal." Zuo Chen was not polite and directly picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

The fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth! The oil and water still taste good!

After three rounds of drinking, the village chief's face turned slightly red under the influence of the village's muddy wine. He looked Zuo Chen up and down and asked cautiously:
"Little Taoist priest, are you coming down from Gray Mountain?"

"Yes. I have lived in the mountains for more than two years. I have learned all the skills and plan to come down the mountain to find a new way." Zuo Chen enjoyed his meal and said a few more words: "Village chief, do you know any place nearby where I can learn skills? The kind that can help me improve myself."

"You are talking about the Immortal Sect. I don't know about it, but there is a sect in the nearby Qingzhou City called Bai Lao Hui. There are many capable people in Bai Lao Hui. Whether you want to learn skills or go there to inquire about information, it is more convenient than in our village."

Nodding, Zuo Chen wrote down the name of Bai Laohui.

He didn't dare to underestimate the gangs in the city. After all, this was a world of cultivation. The leader of this small gang might also be a Jindan. It would be a good idea for him to get in touch with them.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the village chief's voice. There was a bang bang bang sound coming from the village chief's house. The village chief heard the sound and hurried into the house, but came out after a while.

"I'm so sorry, my dad is too old and has difficulty walking. He bumped into something just now."

“It’s okay.” The spiritual stream in Zuo Chen’s dantian flowed upstream and gathered in his eyes.

Looking through the wooden board, Zuo Chen could see an old man curled up on the bed. In the reflection of his eyes, Zuo Chen could see many shadows on the old man's body.

The old man was leaning against the window and looking outside, seemingly staring at Zuo Chen, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something. After thinking for a few seconds, Zuo Chen took out a red egg from his bamboo basket and handed it to the village chief.

"This is a specialty of the mountain. Village chief, why don't you let your father try it? Maybe he will like it."

The village chief took the red egg with some doubt, but still nodded and said:
"Thank you, little Taoist priest."

After eating and drinking, the village chief arranged a firewood room for Zuo Chen to rest. After Zuo Chen thanked him and was about to go in to meditate, the village chief stopped him.

"Little Taoist priest, you came from the mountain. Have you seen an old immortal?"

"Old immortal?" Zuo Chen was slightly stunned. The image of the old Taoist priest's falling head flashed in his mind, and his expression became a little strange.

"Yes, my father went up the mountain to pay respect to the old immortal. He was also wearing a Taoist robe. I saw that you were also wearing the same robe, so I thought that you might know him."

"I do know the old Taoist priest you mentioned, but... he is dead."

"Dead!?" The village chief's eyes widened, "How did he die?"

"He must have been murdered." Zuo Chen thought, if his head was chopped off, it couldn't be suicide.

The village chief staggered back two steps, as if he could not stand steadily.

His lips twitched slightly, but in the end he could only sigh:
"This world is in such a mess, even the old immortals are dead..."

Zuo Chen wanted to say something, but he saw the village chief staggering out of the guest room. He shook his head slightly and began to sit cross-legged in meditation in the guest room.

The village chief came to his inner room and saw his father lying on the bed with a weak breath. He finally took out the red-skinned egg.

"Dad, this is what the young Taoist priest asked me to give you. Eat it. Who knows, you might gain some magical powers..."

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Zuo Chen packed his luggage, said goodbye to the village chief, and prepared to leave.

After the village chief exchanged a few polite words with Zuo Chen, they decided not to continue seeing him off.

As Zuo Chen got farther and farther away, the village chief also planned to go back to the house.

But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly found a figure walking out of the house.

Looking closely, it turned out to be his father!
"Dad? Are you okay?!" The village chief was startled and didn't know whether he saw a person or a ghost.

He knew very well about his father's illness. Not only could he not get out of bed, he had no idea whether he could live to see the next day!
But now the old man has a ruddy complexion and looks very strong!
The old man ignored the village chief and walked quickly into the courtyard. After looking around, he shouted in panic:

"Where's the old immortal? Where's the old immortal?"

"Dad." The village chief looked a little unhappy. After hesitating for half a second, he said:

"There is no old immortal. It was a young Taoist priest who came yesterday."

"What little Taoist priest!"

The old man blew his beard and glared, and directly gave the village chief a slap on the head: "I saw it through the crack of the window yesterday. That's the old immortal! He looks exactly the same as he did sixty years ago! I heard from your grandfather that he looked like this a hundred and twenty years ago!"

"What!?"

The village chief was shocked and hurried towards the village entrance.

But when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he could no longer see Zuo Chen.

There is only one country road connecting Kangyang Avenue.

(End of this chapter)