Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 321 The mountain is like a Buddha's hand, holding Kuixing Star, what a good feng shui situation!
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Zhang Lingyu supported himself on the ground with one hand, his body was in a paralyzed state, his Qi channels were blocked, and the Qi around him could no longer circulate.

"The first time I mobilized all my Yin Qi, such obvious side effects appeared... This is ridiculous! Is this my own fault?"

"I have never accepted Yin Lei, but the first time I fully activated Yin Lei, I was attacked... Is this God's punishment for my naivety?"

Zhang Lingyu curled up on his side, his eyes fixed on the tall and thin figure of Zhang Zhiwei on the viewing platform.

"Master... I'm sorry that I lost in such a ridiculous way..."

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head, and heard countless sighs from around the stadium.

Tian Jinzhong in the stands danced with his hands and feet, and asked Zhang Zhiwei: "Brother, what happened to this Lingyu?"

Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes and glanced to the side, then stopped the limbs that were swinging wildly, "Who knows? Maybe he had a stomach upset this morning."

"And Old Tian, ​​can you please behave yourself? You are over a hundred years old, and you look like you have ADHD."

Tian Jinzhong smiled awkwardly and twisted his wrist, "What? I just got an arm or a leg, and I can't enjoy it for a few days?"

"How did you sleep last night?" Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and said with a wicked smile.

"I got six hours of sleep."

"Only six hours?"

"That's a lot! Isn't this the amount of time we old guys need to sleep in a day?" Tian Jinzhong said with a smile, "Be patient and restrained, this is the time for practice!"

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his long beard, smiled and shook his head.

He turned his gaze and looked at Zhang Lingyu.

The battle with Tu Junfang the night before had made Zhang Zhiwei see other flaws in his apprentice. Although Zhang Chulan was a very good Taoist partner, and with the opportunity of the Luotian Dajiao, he could make Zhang Lingyu begin to accept him, but this evil apprentice still had a long way to go in the future, and the road was long and difficult.

"Old Tian, ​​Master taught us that as practitioners, we should treat ourselves as saints and understand others as mortals. Do you think Lingyu has done that?"

Tian Jinzhong frowned and shook his head bitterly.

Zhang Lingyu grew up by his side, and he was very aware of some of his character flaws.

"Lingyu is kind and self-disciplined, but not relaxed enough."

"Always wipe it gently, don't let it collect dust! You pursue perfection too much, but you don't have a clear understanding of a perfect person in your heart. You treat yourself as a saint, yes! But you don't do it well enough... Lingyu pursues perfection that does not exist in the world..."

"As for treating others as ordinary people, that's terrible. The standard in Lingyu's heart is the standard of the world. He has no self-awareness."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in agreement, "I dare say Huaiyi is not as good as me in every aspect of cultivation, but I am afraid I have really lost in the matter of succession."

"I'll find an opportunity later and send him outside the mountain to train him..."

"Hmm..." Tian Jinzhong thought for a moment, "I hope that when the time comes, I won't go down the mountain like my senior brother did and go under a bridge to have my fortune told."

"Hehe...this stupid kid is not as smart as me." Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

The two centenarians smiled at each other again. At this time, Tian Jinzhong suddenly remembered that he had not yet gone to find Yan Huan to thank him, so he leaned against the stage and moved slowly towards the audience seats.

"I'll go with you. Now I owe Xiao Huanzi a favor that I can't explain..."

Before the two of them could walk over, a strong wind suddenly blew up, screams were heard from the crowd, and a blue-necked kestrel flew into the sky and disappeared into the distant horizon.

"This kid always runs so fast that he doesn't even give me time to talk!"

Zhang Zhiwei stood side by side with Tian Jinzhong, bowed in the direction where the red falcon disappeared, and said in unison: "Thank you."

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One day later, in Xiaojun Village, Cangzhou, Hebei.

At noon, the summer sun was scorching the earth, and a dull heat wave filled the air.

At the end of the field, a "big mound of earth" more than ten meters high and covering an area of ​​two thousand square meters stood alone at the junction of the two counties. Looking from afar in the air, Yan Huan felt that the ancient tomb looked like a small mound on the ground.

After experiencing that heavy rain, there is now a severe drought. The surrounding soil is dry, and the cracks are like silent scars on the earth. When the wind blows, the sand is scattered everywhere, making it look desolate and creepy.

Next to the ancient tomb, there are more than thirty dilapidated bungalows scattered around. Their architectural style is very much like that of the 1940s and 1950s, as if they have been forgotten in a corner of the modern world.

Most of the houses were made of grey tiles and bricks, with mottled marks on the walls, as if they would collapse in the wind and rain at any time. The narrow paths were paved with loess, and both sides were overgrown with weeds and vines, and their original appearance could no longer be seen.

"Demolition of nail households?"

Yan Huan found a place to land. There were no cars or human voices around, only the occasional chirping of cicadas, which were instantly carried away by the breeze.

The crops in the fields were sparse and drooping weakly.

Yan Huan walked further and saw the village sign covered with dust - Xiaojun Village.

This village has long been removed from the local system and incorporated as part of a neighboring village. It cannot be found on the map. Only a few elderly stubborn people in the village still stubbornly call themselves people of Xiaojun Village.

Some old electric poles stand in the village, with wires crisscrossing like a spider web, but they look lonely and deserted, like the last few threads connecting modern civilization.

Yan Huan took out his cell phone, but the signal was poor here, affecting normal calls.

Fortunately, they had contacted Yun's mother in advance, and they agreed to meet in the only small dense forest outside the village.

As soon as Yan Huan stepped onto the path in the field, he saw a man pushing a cart, pushing manure into the field with sweat all over his forehead.

"Excuse me···"

Before he finished speaking, the man was stunned when he saw the stranger, then he simply threw away the cart and waved his hands repeatedly: "My wife is giving birth, I have to hurry back!"

"···"

Row!
Yan Huan continued walking forward, and came towards a bald man carrying a bamboo basket full of wrinkled peaches from the sun.

"Excuse me, big brother..."

"Hey, hey, hey, my wife gave birth. I have to hurry back. I'll treat you to some peaches. It's a happy occasion!"

Blah blah blah!

A bamboo basket of peaches fell to the ground.

"Is your wife alone?" Yan Huan stared at the figure fleeing in panic, a trace of doubt in his heart.

It seems like the villagers are not very friendly to outsiders!
After walking a few steps, the same scene occurred again.

This time, Yan Huan didn't care about etiquette and picked up the person with one hand. With a "crash", bronze utensils and pottery jars fell to the ground.

"Uncle, your wife doesn't want to have children, right?"

Yan Huan was so strong that even the farmers who had been farming for years were shocked. He trembled and said, "No... no, I'm still a bachelor... It's just that my sow gave birth and I had to go back to do postpartum care..."

"Then we really have to hurry back. The price of pork has been rising rapidly recently." Yan Huan laughed, with the image of a black turtle and a black snake in his pupils.

I want to see what you two are so afraid of.

Swish!
Yan Huan saw through the farmer's inner calculations, loosened his hand, and apologized, "Excuse me, uncle, if there is any problem with the piglets, you can come to me. I am a hereditary veterinarian in my family, and I can also castrate pigs and remove their testicles (sterilization)."

"Hey! Okay, thank you!" The man responded repeatedly and hurried away.

Five minutes later, Yan Huan, Yun and the Yang family gathered in the forest. The people who came from Yun's mother's side were Yun's younger uncle and second uncle, named Yang Jinxin and Yang Kaiguo respectively.

"Master Yan, you really shouldn't have contacted the villagers in advance. This place is a typical place where poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people... Not long ago, they beat up all the local officials." Yang Kaiguo shook his head and sighed.

Being in this line of work is already taboo, and now that it is exposed to the public, it will probably be even more difficult to act.

"He beat someone, but didn't deal with it?" Yan Huan asked.

Yang Kaiguo shook his head. He had no idea what happened later.

Glancing around, Yang Kaiguo did not pay attention to the short mound of earth. Instead, he looked at the two majestic mountains next to Xiaojun Village. The mountains were like Buddha's hands, holding the Kuixing Star in between, which was a very good feng shui situation.

"In ancient times, this would have produced a top scholar. It shouldn't be so poor..."

"Poor? The Yang family's Feng Shui skills are really clear." Yan Huan said, pointing to a house on the west side of the village entrance. "The son of that family is an executive of a listed company. The neighbor in front is the head of a local government. The kid of the neighbor behind is even more capable..."

"Huh?" Yang Kaiguo was speechless and looked forward in great surprise.

"Have you done any research beforehand? But in such a poor place, if the family is full of outstanding people, then... it doesn't make sense! Are you going to have to endure hardship?"

"Maybe it's to pay off a debt..." Yan Huan pondered. These were the things the farmer had in his mind, but these were customs passed down from generation to generation. As for the reasons, the villagers didn't know either.

Perhaps there are really extraordinary things in this tomb.

(End of this chapter)