I rely on farming to transform the world of cultivation

"Baozi, delicious buns!"

"Roasted ginkgo, ginkgo!"

"Persimmon, change it if it tastes astringent!"

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Fang Chen's first stop was a small town to the west of Jueling Swamp.

It happened to be a gathering, so he came to experience the fireworks in the world.

But his Taoist robes were made of fine materials, and his status was obviously extraordinary. Pedestrians on the road walked around him.

Fang Chen, who noticed this, also sighed and walked into a teahouse, so that these people would not be too cautious for fear of bumping into him.

"I'll go to a clothing store later and buy some mortal clothes. The Taoist robe is really eye-catching."

Fang Chen actually didn't want to attract attention, but he had always worn this dress since time travel and had no idea about wearing it.

As a monk, there is no need to change clothes. A basic cleansing technique can ensure that the body is dust-free.

When he rushed to the Jueling Swamp, he spent most of the time outside the town, only occasionally purchasing some necessary supplies.

At that time, I didn't think about traveling in the mortal world, so I didn't think about clothes.

"Sir, would you like to sit in the lobby on the first floor or in the private room on the second floor?"

When Fang Chen was thinking about these things, the waiter from the shop also came up to him. Seeing that Fang Chen's demeanor and clothes were not like ordinary people, he made a flattering gesture.

"On the first floor, give me a seat near the front."

Fang Chen glanced at it. There was a storyteller in this teahouse, but he hadn't started yet.

So I decided to give it a try.

Listen to the stories and legends of the mortal world.

"Okay, sir, please come this way."

The waiter led Fang Chen to the first row near the storyteller. After he sat down, he asked, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"I brought my own tea and water, can you help me make tea?"

Fang Chen first put a piece of silver on the table, pushed it forward, and then asked the waiter.

"Sir, of course. If you can trust us, leave the tea and water to us, and we will brew it for you and serve it to you. If you like elegance, we can also provide charcoal stoves, teapots and cups. You can do it by yourself. Boil water and brew.”

Seeing this piece of silver, the waiter in the shop naturally knew everything and answered.

This money alone is enough to pay for the tea table or the use of the charcoal stove.

"Then let's do the latter. This is a reward for you. As for this, just treat it as tea fee."

Fang Chen took out another piece of silver from his pocket, threw it to the waiter, and then pointed to the silver on the table.

The tea and water he brought contained spiritual energy, but not much. A mortal would only feel uncomfortable for a while after drinking it, and would be excreted quickly.

Of course, if there are people with extraordinary talents, they may be able to enter the immortal world through this.

But since this teahouse can make tea by itself, it's better to do it yourself, lest someone can't resist the temptation and secretly drink the spiritual tea.

Can save a lot of trouble.

"Please rest assured, my guest, I guarantee your satisfaction."

The waiter happily put away the money and immediately prepared the charcoal stove and other items.

"This young man must be a foreigner."

The storyteller on the stage witnessed this scene. There were not many guests in the teahouse now, and he would be idle until the show started.

After the waiter left, he chatted with Fang Chen.

"It's true that I came from afar and stopped in this teahouse."

Fang Chen nodded, and then asked curiously: "I wonder what story sir will tell you today?"

"It is adapted from my personal experience of traveling in the south. As for the specific content, please wait patiently, sir. We will find out after one stick of incense."

The two chatted casually, and Fang Chen also got a lot of information out of him.

This storyteller is not resident in this teahouse, but has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot.

For example, are there any famous mountains and rivers nearby, which place produces beautiful jade, where there are more exotic flowers and plants, etc.

This is all the information that Fang Chen needs most right now.

After chatting for about half a quarter of an hour, the waiter brought a teapot with a charcoal stove teapot and several teacups on it.

And lay these things out one by one.

Seeing this, Fang Chen pretended to take out his sleeves, but actually took out the Ling tea leaves and water bag from the storage bag, poured some water into the teapot, and heated it on the charcoal stove.

"Young Master is so elegant."

Seeing him boiling water and making tea, the storyteller praised him again.

"It has nothing to do with elegance, it's just that I'm used to drinking tea from my hometown."

Fang Chen replied casually and continued chatting with him.

Another half-quarter of an hour later, the teahouse was gradually filled with guests, the storyteller was about to start his performance, and the water in the teapot was boiling.

Fang Chen took the teapot off the charcoal stove, put some tea leaves into the cup, and poured boiling water into it.

This spiritual tea leaves are obtained from ordinary Mingmu tea leaves with the affinity properties of spiritual energy. There is no special aroma, so it will not attract anyone's attention.

"The bright moon is shining in all directions, and the starry night is still young. If you go anywhere tonight, there will be a mass grave outside Huanglong City. Will-o'-wisps flicker and reflect the dead trees, and the dark wind howls and curls up the remaining frost. The lonely ghosts are crying, and the evil ghosts have wronged their souls - they are everywhere Tibetan!"

An opening poem first explains the content to be told, that is, the story of him seeing a hundred ghosts walking at night outside Huanglong City.

This storyteller is also quite good, at least Fang Chen was very engaged in listening.

"...I accidentally alerted them, and those evil ghosts rushed towards me. Just when I thought I was going to die -

"A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the dead tree, causing these evil spirits to disperse. I also hurriedly fled from this place.

"This is exactly - suddenly I heard thunder in the sky, and silver snakes danced wildly through the night sky. A thunderbolt struck the dead tree, and all the ghosts were scared away - without a trace!"

"Good!"

The tea drinkers below applauded, and Fang Chen also clapped his hands.

"Sir, do you like this story?"

After the story was told, the storyteller started chatting with Fang Chen again.

"Of course I like it. May I ask if you made up this story, or is it a real experience?"

Fang Chen took a sip of tea and asked.

"Sir, you are joking. Isn't storytelling about truth and falsehood? Why bother to explore these?"

The storyteller smiled and did not answer Fang Chen's question directly.

"Then I wonder where this Huanglong City is?"

Fang Chen also changed the question.

"Sir, do you want to go and see it yourself? That's no problem. Huanglong City is two hundred miles southwest. As for the mass grave, ask the locals, no one will not know."

The storyteller answered this question straightforwardly.

"Thank you for answering my questions, sir."

Fang Chen just finished his tea, so he stood up and said goodbye.

"The story just now was indeed his personal experience. He was lucky to meet a wild ghost cultivator, but was saved by a thunderbolt."

Fang Chen was of course very interested in the mass grave in this story, because he needed a lot of souls to complete the construction of the imagined ghost domain.

While the storyteller was telling the story, he used his spiritual thoughts to explore the other party throughout the whole process, and judged from his pulse and heartbeat that the story was not completely fabricated.

So this mass grave is worth a visit.

What's more, there is something in this story that he is very interested in.

The dead tree struck by lightning.

Generally speaking, thunder and rain may indeed strike trees.

However, the place where ghost cultivators gather is extremely yin, and it is unlikely that thunderbolts will fall by themselves.

It must be that the dead tree has some spiritual power.

He also wanted to find out about things related to plants.

So he looked in the right direction and headed towards Huanglong City at full speed.

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