I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Chapter 61: The Feng Shui Master (Second Update) Seeking Follow-Up Reads

Zhang Chen was walking back from Wang Wu's house when he suddenly saw the village chief accompanying a middle-aged man wearing a yellow square scarf walking in from outside the village.

The man was thin and wiry, wrapped in a gray robe, which, although simple and old, had no patches.

Especially the yellow square scarf on the man's head was very eye-catching, attracting people's attention involuntarily.

Golden light flickered in his eyes, but he couldn't see any airflow around the man, obviously a normal person.

Zhang Chen saw the man and the village chief, and the village chief also saw Zhang Chen at this time, waving to Zhang Chen from afar.

Zhang Chen walked over, and before Zhang Chen could get close, the village chief said, "I have invited a distinguished guest today, do you have any prey there?"

Zhang Chen said calmly, "In this day and age, who can still set traps in the mountains? It's not enough for those people to steal them, and I am now living on grass roots and tree bark."

The village chief spat when he heard this, "This damned world, how can there be a drought when there is a drought?"

He said to Zhang Chen again, "But you kid don't have to be afraid, our village is blessed, I spent a lot of money to invite the most famous Feng Shui master in the city: Master Chen.

When Master Chen finds the water source in our village, and I get well water, you won't have to be thirsty!"

Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this: "Feng Shui master? Does this world have Feng Shui?"

"You kid should get more prey and sell it for more money, so you don't have money to buy water from me when the time comes! It would be a pity if you had water but were thirsty to death!" The village chief said with a smile.

Hearing the village chief's words, Zhang Chen couldn't help but be stunned again: "He's actually planning to sell water! I thought he was paying out of his own pocket to do good for the villagers."

Just as Zhang Chen was stunned, the village chief said to the man, "Mr. Chen, please."

The two went away, and Zhang Chen looked at their backs, countless thoughts swirling in his mind: "Feng Shui master? Does this world actually have Feng Shui? I don't know if it's the same as in my previous life, or if the Feng Shui in this world has real things."

However, this kind of thing is too far away from him, and Zhang Chen has no intention to pay attention to it.

He now only wants to test the details of the fox spirit, get rid of the fox spirit's oppression, and then dig open the big tomb and collect the good fortune inside, that's all!

Let's say that after Zhang Chen separated from the two, he pondered in his heart:

"That Feng Shui master looks quite extraordinary! It's just that there are more people in this world who are only famous and have empty appearances.

Looking for 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 appear.

But Feng Shui is not completely useless. Houses built according to the pattern make people live more comfortably, sleep better, feel comfortable, and have a clear mind.

There is no problem with that.

But as for more abilities, I have never seen them."

"Later generations have researched various magnetic fields, and Feng Shui is just a kind of artificial magnetic field.

But to say that it can explore underground water is simply a fantasy.

People are not machines, how can they sense underground water a few meters below?

Even digging wells in later generations depends entirely on God's will.

Whether water can be found or not depends entirely on God." Zhang Chen said secretly in his heart, but he didn't pay attention to it.

A mere Feng Shui master is nothing.

When he returned home, he saw that the falcon in the cage had somehow escaped, breaking many bowls and pots.

Looking at the fragments all over the ground and the messy house, Zhang Chen did not clean up: "We will have to flee sooner or later, what's the point of cleaning up?

Besides, I am about to fight the fox spirit, if I lose, I will naturally be done with it."

Zhang Chen looked at the water tank, and after a little thought, he covered the water tank.

In the next moment, a golden light burst out from his palm and poured into the water tank, wrapping the entire water tank and the lid.

Then Zhang Chen wrapped his valuable items: tiger skin cloak, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, dried meat, and rice tank, all in golden light.

At this time, Zhang Chen realized that the golden light in his dantian seemed to be consumed, probably consuming one-tenth of it.

With his breathing, the consumed golden light was also rapidly recovering, and it would probably be completely restored in about an hour.

He did not add golden light to the walls, so as not to startle the snake and make the fox spirit afraid to come in.

"It seems that my daily operation of golden light is not without consumption, but the consumption is too small, even keeping up with my recovery speed, so it seems that there is no consumption at all." Zhang Chen had some speculation in his heart at this time.

Opening his Dharma eyes and looking at the objects in the house wrapped in golden light, Zhang Chen's eyes showed a hint of smugness: "Damn fox spirit, let me see where your bottom line is.

If your bottom line is like this, I'm afraid your death is coming.

In the future, I, Zhang Chen, will be a liberated serf singing!

If I can control the fox spirit, wouldn't I have as many supplies as I want in troubled times?

Want to empty someone's house, and you can empty someone's house?"

Zhang Chen stood at the firewall and poked open the hole to peep.

He saw that the next room was empty, and the fox spirit and Zhang Chen were not at home.

Obviously, they were reading outside and had not returned.

"Red sleeves adding fragrance, warm jade in his arms, this is the treatment of the protagonist!

It's really enviable!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself, and then looked at the dusty house.

In the next moment, a stream of water in the water tank drilled out like a spirit snake, and then turned into a water ball the size of a washbasin, constantly rolling in the house.

Wherever it passed, it directly rolled in the dust, and soon the water ball directly turned into a gray dirty water ball.

With Zhang Chen's thoughts, the water ball wrapped in dust came to the stove, and then the water vapor and dust separated, and a group 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 full of dust and footprints, and couldn't help but show a trace of heartache.

This is a good thing, a real good thing, and then he saw the water ball automatically roll up and wash back and forth.

Soon, the tiger skin cloak was washed clean, tidy and new, not to mention that even the hair was smoothed out, emitting a shiny luster.

The leather cannot be washed with water, but Zhang Chen can't hold it back with his water control technique, which can prevent the water from penetrating into the leather.

"This is the real dry cleaning." Zhang Chen looked at the tidy and new cloak, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and then scattered the water ball, letting the water ball penetrate into the ground.

Sweeping over the broken jars all over the ground, he ignored them, and came directly to the table.

After clearing the fragments on the table, he spread out the white paper, grinded the ink and practiced calligraphy on the table.

Zhang Chen practiced about three hundred words, and at this time, a sound came from the next room, and the bookworm Zhang Chen walked home holding a white-haired fox.

Zhang Chen's heart moved, but he still practiced calligraphy and did not stop.

At this time, he heard the sound of the bookworm next door praying: "Immortal Grandpa, I haven't eaten roast chicken for a while.

If you still bestow delicious food today, please bestow me a roast chicken! I am also tired of eating rice, can you bestow me a pancake?"

Since washing his marrow and cutting his hair, Zhang Chen felt that his hearing had greatly improved.

Although the sound next door was small, it was still captured by him.

Listening to the poor scholar Zhang Chen's prayer, Zhang Chen's brush paused, and a ball of ink fell on the white paper, instantly turning the white paper into filth: "You should thank me!

This poor scholar is getting more and more excessive now, and he is actually starting to order dishes!"

Even Zhang Chen was amused by this operation.

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

After the scholar prayed for a while, he heard a crackling sound from the next room.

The poor scholar opened the door and walked out, and the sound came through the wall: "I only hope that my wish comes true, I haven't eaten roast chicken for some days!"

Listening to the sound of the poor scholar leaving, Zhang Chen's heart moved slightly, and a look of expectation appeared in his eyes: "I want to see if the damn fox spirit has any other abilities.

If there is no other ability to deal with it, it means that the fox spirit is at the end of its rope, and then it will be the hunting moment!"

Just as Zhang Chen was thinking about it, the golden light in his abdomen automatically surged up and poured into Zhang Chen's eyes.

He saw the golden light in his eyes automatically flickering, and Zhang Chen knew that the fox spirit was coming!