Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 180 Thousand Years of Resentment
When Chen Jing was practicing earth vein magic on his own spiritual field, an agricultural official came running over to report the news.

Strange things happened in Jurong Village.

The cause was a villager named Ma Le, who claimed that he saw an immortal teaching under a banyan tree and wanted to take him as his disciple.

The villagers were delighted to hear this.

Brother, it's the post-immortal era now, and cultivation is no longer a secret. Do you still believe in the immortals' teachings?
Not to mention that Jurong Village is also a village established around the new town, and every family has one or two practitioners.

Ma Le expressed his dissatisfaction with the villagers' ridicule, saying that they would know the answer if he took them to take a look, and then he took a few idle men to join in the fun.

When he arrived under the banyan tree, Ma Le suddenly became excited and shouted, pointing at the banyan tree.

"See! He is an immortal. I am not lying!"

"Where to put it?"

The villagers who came with them saw nothing.

"Can't you see?"

Ma Le was extremely surprised.

"Hysterical?"

This sentence was said by Chen Jing. He responded after hearing the agricultural official who came to report it.

The agricultural official nodded and smiled bitterly.

"We all thought that Ma Le had hysteria, so we planned to take him to the town or the prefectural capital to get some medicine after the autumn harvest... During this period, we ignored Ma Le. Apart from going to the banyan tree every day to listen to the immortals preaching, he behaved normally."

"Then?"

"After the autumn harvest, Ma Le died..."

The agricultural official's expression became solemn, and he shuddered as he recalled the scene at that time.

"Because of the hysteria, the villagers were a little shy about talking to him. It wasn't until his parents came to Muramasa that they learned that Ma Le had been missing for some time. The villagers searched everywhere but couldn't find him."

"Have you looked under the banyan tree?"

“The banyan tree was naturally searched repeatedly, and in the process of searching, we discovered many strange things;

Next to the banyan tree, Ma Le seemed to appear, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there...

In addition, there may be sacrifices under the tree, and wild fruits from the mountains are often seen piled under the tree. "

Having said this, the agricultural official paused for a long time, took a few deep breaths, and then continued.

"Seeing that he couldn't find his son, Ma Le's father was furious and said that there must be an evil spirit in the banyan tree, so he took an axe and chopped the tree.
We stepped forward to stop him, fearing that he might accidentally hurt himself, but at that moment, blood gushed out from the place where the banyan tree was chopped...

We were horrified, but we were outnumbered and still had some courage. As an agricultural official, I stepped forward and used the art of controlling objects to peel off the banyan tree. I never thought that this action would lead me to see Ma Le, who had been missing for a long time.

Ma Le was stuck in the tree with his head upside down, and his father’s axe hit his neck…”

The farmer's expression had begun to twist. Apparently, recalling this thrilling experience was a test for his heart.

After saying this, he pulled out the bag from his arms and took out the things inside.

Blood-stained soil and a branch.

Chen Jing frowned deeply and used the Qi-Observing Technique to make an assessment.

"Take me to the scene."

From the perspective of Qigong, the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from this piece of soil were tainted with something disgusting.

Evil demon.

Its smell is more authentic and of more genuine origin than the evil spirits in the realm of gods and ghosts.

"Who is causing trouble again, targeting me?"

Chen Jing destroyed it, and then followed the agricultural officer who led the way to Jurong Village.

Jurong Village is named after the banyan tree.

Legend has it that there used to be an extremely huge banyan tree there, but it was cut down by some monk. Now all that can be seen is a huge stump and some ordinary banyan trees.

After the two arrived here.

The sky was gradually covered with dark clouds, and the surrounding colors became dim.

A felled banyan tree is particularly eye-catching.

"What do you see?"

"what?"

Hearing Chen Jing's question, the agricultural official sounded puzzled.

"It's okay, you can go back first."

Chen Jing asked the agricultural official to go back first and then stood still.

In his eyes, a figure with an immortal look was leaning under the huge banyan tree.

In front of him, squirrels, jackals, and various wild animals were crawling, listening to his sermon.

From time to time, wild animals would come with fruits, which they would respectfully place in front and then line up behind.

Chen Jing looked back.

At some point, the equally huge crown of the giant banyan tree covered his retreat.

A vast and deep abyss completely swallowed up the retreat route.

Chen Jing's eyes changed slightly.

He slowly stroked the black dragon wristband on his wrist, thought for a moment, and then put his hand down.

He walked forward step by step, took out one of his favorite longevity fruits from his storage bag, and placed it in front of the figure.

Then he pushed aside the black bear next to him and sat in the front seat.

"road……"

The blurry figure didn't show any expression, its mouth seemed to be opening and closing, and the surrounding animals had intoxicated eyes, as if they were hearing heavenly music.

But Chen Jing couldn't hear a word.

It's like watching some pantomime.

suddenly.

The word "Tao" sounded.

My mind was shaken violently.

Just one syllable made Chen Jing groan.

He immediately held his head. The word "Tao" seemed like a living creature from the spiritual world, running rampant in his mind. One after another, loud bangs kept exploding in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Jing barely suppressed his headache. As his head was buzzing, the blurry figure in front of him became clearer.

"I have lived for thousands of years, nurturing this area, but you cut them down, destroying my life and cutting off my path. I hate you, hate, hate, hate, hate!"

This figure no longer has the sage-like appearance he had before.

Instead, it was covered in blood, with its neck cut off, but the weapon was placed on its neck, looking horrible as if it was about to fall off at any time.

The head opened its eyes angrily and stared at Chen Jing with hatred.

Chen Jing immediately avoided the sight, and his powerful spiritual consciousness surrounded the syllables rushing through his mind.

'road'

'road'

'road……'

Gradually, as the power of spiritual consciousness dissipated, the sound gradually disappeared.

The bloody figure in front of him turned back into its original blurry, immortal appearance.

"People who die suddenly become ghosts. This thousand-year-old tree died suddenly. Who knows what kind of horrible monster it will turn into? Logically, these things won't be born in Suizhou. Who did it?"

Many thoughts flashed through Chen Jing's mind.

The area of ​​Suizhou is relatively peaceful. No matter how heavy the resentment is, once you die, you are dead and cannot become a ghost.

Natural born monsters and goblins cannot cause trouble after death.

Someone wants to harm me?

He has the blessing of the Shennong Ding hanging on his body. If he does this to himself, isn't he afraid that a loud bang will be heard in the sky and justice will appear?

Chen Jing couldn't understand.

But now, he was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to escape.

He could no longer find the way he came, and the ghost shadow of the banyan tree in front of him contained a terrifying resentment. He was afraid that if he moved too much, it would cause bad consequences after the explosion, so he did not dare to act rashly.

Just when Chen was in a dilemma.

A picture scroll suddenly unfolded in the sky.

Splashing ink on the landscape and drawing the universe, the gloomy environment suddenly gives rise to all kinds of colors, the grass and trees bloom, and the sun breaks at dawn.

A middle-aged cultivator with untied hair and the head of the Duan family appeared here.

Master Dan Jian arrived.

"It really is the breath of evil!"

(End of this chapter)