Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 166 Nightmare
"Zhao Qiang..."

"Zhao Qiang..."

Dark clouds covered the moon.

A silence.

In the small and simple thatched hut, there was only a wooden bed covered with mats and straw, on which lay a man in his late thirties.

Awakened by the shouting, Zhao Qiang barely opened his eyelids.

Who is calling me?

He sat up from the bed, saw people outside the room, and sighed helplessly.

"Zhuang Zhu? Why are you here?"

"I told you to go to the fields. Director Wang is here and wants to promote us to agricultural officers."

Zhuang Zhu bared his big white teeth and waved at him.

"How can I be promoted to a farmer? I'm only a third-rank agricultural officer. You..."

Eh?
Zhao Qiang vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

How could I see Zhuang Zhu smiling at me through the door and the window?

He sobered up a little.

I stood up and looked carefully, but it was pitch black inside and outside the house and I couldn't see anything.

There was no sound coming from outside the door.

"Maybe you think about something during the day and dream about it at night... hehe."

Smiled twice.

Zhao Qiang lay back on the bed. Tired from the whole day's work, he fell asleep quickly.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Zhao Qiang..."

"Zhao Qiang..."

"You didn't respond, so I came in."

The cold wind seeped in through the gap in the door. The door was not opened, but footsteps were heard inside the house, slowly approaching.

It seemed as if there was something emitting a cold breath, pressing against Zhao Qiang's face.

"Zhao Qiang..."

The shouting is so close.

It felt like a needle prick.

Zhao Qiang suddenly woke up, he opened his eyes abruptly, and his whole body tensed.

"Who?!"

The rapid voice was very hoarse.

look around.

Still nothing.

Zhao Qiang covered his pounding heart and let out a long sigh.

It seemed like someone was standing in front of me just now...

suddenly.

A subtle sound was heard in the house.

He slowly looked in the direction where the sound came from.

At the end of the bed.

Zhuang Zhu stood there quietly.

His face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he was smiling.

"what!"

Zhao Qiang let out a scream of extreme terror.

He quickly retreated backwards and jumped hard.

boom--

Hit something.

Severe headache.

In the pain, and the sound of pinging and clanging.

Zhao Qiang woke up again.

"what!"

Zhao Qiang hurriedly got up from the ground, his back pressed tightly against the wall, not even leaving a gap with the back of his head, like a gecko.

He panicked for a long time, looking around with fear in his eyes.

Nothing.

"Bang bang bang."

suddenly.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Zhao Qiang almost fainted before he could even catch his breath.

Fortunately, a voice was heard outside the door.

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao?"

It was Uncle Qin's voice from next door. Zhao Qiang didn't dare to answer for a while. After waiting for a while, he came to his senses and found that it was already dawn outside.

Uncle Qin called out twice more before the door opened gently.

Zhao Qiang, with a haggard face and cold sweat on his forehead, pushed open the door and revealed an ugly smile.

"Master Qin, it's okay, I just dreamed about some unclean things."

He had already remembered that Zhuang Zhu had died long ago.

"You are so young, and you have embarked on the path of cultivation. You are at an age when your blood and qi are strong and ghosts and gods cannot invade you. How could you dream of unclean things? Did you go out to play?"

Uncle Qin taught.

In the past, Zhao Qiang would definitely not like being scolded and would have responded with a few words.

But at this time, the lingering fear had not disappeared. Whether it was the dim light in the sky or the serious old man in front of him, he felt that it was infinitely beautiful.

"Master Qin, don't worry, it's all right. I dreamed that my old friend came to see me. I think about what you think about during the day and what you dream about at night."

"Ah."

Uncle Qin nodded, and without saying anything more, he said, "Come and eat."

"coming."

Zhao Qiang hurriedly followed behind.

The presence of people and the smell of smoke outside immediately diluted the fear I had just felt.

Although there are already tens of thousands of practitioners in Xinzhen, their lives have not changed much so far.

We still have to burn firewood to cook our meals on weekdays.

If there are not many people in a family, the cost of making fire and cooking will increase. In order to save costs, there will be public stoves in the streets of villages and towns.

Paying to share a stove can save money on buying firewood and the time of collecting firewood.

For a bachelor like Zhao Qiang who is not married yet, they just share the meal together.

As the village chief of one of the rebuilt villages around the new town, Uncle Qin was responsible for resolving these miscellaneous matters. He also had two sons, both of whom were among the first group of people to become spiritual plant cultivators. After the establishment of the Agricultural Persuasion Office, they were also the first group of agricultural officials.

In this village, it is considered a small family, and it is also the most basic tentacle of power.

"Zhao Qiang is here. Why did you get up so late? Come and have dinner." The eldest son of the Qin family looked up and greeted him.

"Come on."

Uncle Qin's two sons were already working hard to cook, and there were more than ten other people, all agricultural officials who lived in the village and got up early to eat.

"After you finish eating, hurry up and work in the fields. Recently, it seems that we need to plant a new spiritual plant, the mulberry tree. Let's think about it and try to get some agricultural credit."

Boss Qin gulped down the rice porridge, then took a bite of the leek bun and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

"Spiritual plant mulberry tree?"

"Yes, there is one more thing. Use the Qi-gazing technique more often to see if there is any strange spiritual power. The station has informed us that some scoundrels are unwilling to see us doing well and want to infect the crops with diseases. We must not let them succeed."

"There is such a thing!"

Everyone was talking and chatting while eating.

suddenly.

A burly old monk came from not far away, wearing gold and silver jewelry and a brocade robe, and walked up to the crowd.

Boss Qin immediately stood up and stepped forward: "Master, please stay. This is Xiaoxi Village. Where are you from and where are you going?"

"Young donor, this is a jade tube with documents issued by the Qing Nang Sect. You can travel freely in Suizhou. Those of you who have cultivation can verify it." The burly old monk took out the jade tube with a smile, handed it over, put his palms together, and said, "I came here because I smelled the fragrance of food, and my stomach happened to be empty..."

"Okay, come on."

After seeing the Qingnang Sect's standard divine tripod mark in the jade tube, Boss Qin became much more enthusiastic and took the old monk to the table.

After the old monk came to the table, he didn't hesitate to grab a leek bun and eat it.

"Master, this is leek stuffing, I'm breaking the rules!"

Someone reminded.

Leek is also a kind of meat.

"It's okay, I'm a fake monk, I don't care about that." The old monk replied with a smile, and also started to eat. "I'm used to eating rare treasures and medicines, and these buns made with simple magic rice flour have a unique flavor."

People who can eat together can usually also chat together.

The old monk immediately joined in the crowd's chat.

"I came across a strange thing. In a village ahead, villagers had nightmares about their deceased relatives and friends coming back to see them."

"Master, your story has been told so many times here that it's just used to scare children. It's nothing special. Let's change it."

Everyone thought he was going to tell a story and chose to change the channel.

however.

Zhao Qiang couldn't help but ask one more question: "What else?"

"then……"

The old monk took out a ghost mask from his arms.

"This is a mask that I blessed. Just place it by the window before going to bed and you will sleep peacefully."

"Master, how much do you sell it for?"

Zhao Qiang was moved.

"Only for the destined one."

The old monk threw it directly to Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang took the mask and thought it was exquisitely made. Even if it was useless, it would be nice to have as a decoration, so he hung it around his waist.

After breakfast.

The old monk left, and the group carried their tools to the nearby spiritual field.

Zhao Qiang was passing by a scarecrow in the field.

Suddenly, the straw man opened his eyes abruptly, stared at Zhao Qiang's back with a puzzled look.

(End of this chapter)