Yefutidaolu

Chapter 144 Xumi
In the outer city of Cangzhou, many ghost trees were cut down.

These ghost trees were burned into charcoal and then distributed to Cangzhou for heating?

"This... seems to sound reasonable." Gao Jian didn't know what to say for a moment.

"The previous leader of the Zuo family was called Zuo An. His way of cultivation relied on the Yin energy of the ghost tree and his own Yang energy to form a synergy. This is called a 'ghost witch' among witches." Fei Xiang explained.

Gao Jian nodded, he knew something about this too.

Witches can control ghosts and gods, which have different natures.

People like corpse drivers are also a kind of witches who can drive zombies.

It is even more common to drive the souls of the dead. Using methods such as black magic to drive little ghosts to harm people or steal property is a common method used by witches and shamans.

These are all called "ghost witches".

However, as the top witches and shamans, the Zuo family looked down upon the methods of these "country witches".

The Zuo family commands the gods, and they serve divine generals, heroic spirits, and even city gods and land gods!

In their eyes, driving ghosts and zombies is an inferior method.

Thinking of this, Gao Jian suddenly got an idea: "Wait, Zuo An's followers are different from the other Zuo family members?"

He found Huadian.

Zuo An is a high-ranking member of the Zuo family and a sixth-level wizard, but his specialty is the art of ghost wizardry. He has even tempered his body, and his physique is even stronger than Gao Jian's.

This is not the normal promotion path for the Zuo family's shamans. If nothing unexpected happens, the Zuo family will start out on the path of enslaving gods.

They don't care about garbage like ghosts and zombies.

Feixiang's blue bald head nodded: "Indeed, he did not grow up in the Zuo family. When he was a child, his last name was not even Zuo."

"Not the surname Zuo?" Gao Jian seemed to have guessed something: "He was ostracized by the Zuo family?"

"It's not the Zuo family, but his mistress." Fei Xiang said.

"Mistress? Oh, he is the son of a concubine, and the mistress is very jealous?" Gao Jian made his own guess.

Feixiang's smile also became obvious: "Indeed, he was sent to the countryside by his mother to survive when he was young. His surname was changed, his life story was not told, and he was separated from his parents. Even his cultivation method was not the traditional cultivation method of the Zuo family, but came from the hands of a 'countryside witch' that the Zuo family looked down upon, a crazy witch who colluded with monsters and made a living by blood sacrifice."

The witch who performed shaman dances colluded with monsters and used blood sacrifices to bewitch monsters to work for her. It was such a despicable method that became Zuo'an's greatest support at the time.

Gao Jian added the rest of the story with a serious expression: "But it was at the hands of this witch that he came into contact with spiritual practice, and then he quickly rose to prominence without any help?"

Feixiang's smile became more obvious. He said, "Yes, after that, he quickly achieved the second realm and enslaved almost all the monsters around him. His reputation spread and his talent was soon noticed by the Zuo family. At that time... he was only fifteen years old."

"He was taken back to the Zuo family, but his background was obviously nothing in the Zuo family, and he fell into that desperate situation again."

"So, he came out again?"

"Kill it out."

"That's true... I admire him a little bit." Gao Jian sighed: "So this is why he is different from his feet. The ghost trees were cut down recently. Is it because Zuo An was exiled to the ancient battlefield?"

"Obviously, yes." Feixiang nodded again.

"So, Master Feixiang, you came to me just to tell me these things?" Gao Jian asked Feixiang with burning eyes.

"I'm not telling you anything. I'm just sharing some things I know. Zuo'an is difficult to deal with. General Gao, you're only at the third level now. You'd better be careful." Fei Xiang was still so gentle and indifferent.

"Thank you very much, Master Feixiang." Gao Jian bowed.

"General Gao, please accept these two pieces of charcoal. They are to commemorate the warm New Year for more than 10 million people in the outer city of Cangzhou. They can also be regarded as my gift." Feixiang said, pointing at the two pieces of charcoal.

"Okay." Gao Jian took the charcoal and put it into his mustard bag.

"Oh? Mustard seed bag?" Feixiang looked at Gao Jian's waist with some surprise.

"What's wrong?" Gao Jian had some strange and unexpected reactions.

Is the mustard seed bag that rare? Maybe, but for someone like Fei Xiang who was hired as a teacher by the Shui family, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Besides, this mustard seed bag is not that big. The only thing worth mentioning is that it is "self-concealing".

In this world, all kinds of treasures have different properties. Some are innate, while others are acquired. Different treasures have different properties.

Some treasures are ostentatious, shining brightly as soon as they appear, attracting a large number of people to snatch them. Some treasures are obscure, buried in the ground for hundreds of years without showing any signs of existence. Some treasures are hidden when they see a wise master, usually without any light, but will shine when they meet a wise master.

There is no fixed number for this, it mainly depends on the nature of the magic weapon itself.

Gao Jian's mustard bag is one of those that has no smell. It looks like an ordinary bag. Once it is lost, even he will find it difficult to find it.

"I am also good at sewing mustard bags. Your mustard bag is a little damaged. I can help you repair it. It should be able to increase the space inside. What do you think, General Gao?"

"Can you sew mustard seed bags?" Gao Jian looked at Fei Xiang, the blue bald head seemed to be glowing.

Feixiang opened his mouth to explain, "Mt. Sumeru can contain a mustard seed, which is a magical power of our Buddha. Is it strange that the gods can sew a mustard seed bag? It is better to say that the mustard seed bag was made by us gods from the beginning. Among the heavens, there is a Buddha kingdom in the palm of your hand. When it is big, the universe appears small, and when it is small, the mustard seed appears big. It is all like this."

Gao Jian seemed to understand, but he was not sure about Fei Xiang's motive, so he asked, "Then... Master, why did you suddenly think of helping me sew a mustard seed bag?"

"Maybe, my hands are itchy?" Feixiang smiled.

"Haha, then leave it to the Master. How long will it take?" After getting the answer, Gao Jian readily took out the mustard seed bag and handed it to the other party.

"It won't take long, just a quarter of an hour." Feixiang also had some more lines in his hands.

He threaded the needle and sewed patterns on the mustard bag.

But Feixiang's fingers were very flexible and nimble. While sewing, he said, "Mount Sumeru can be contained in a mustard seed, just as the four great wheels can be turned in a dust particle. It is not that the mustard seed and the dust particle are magical, but that Mount Sumeru is magical. This mountain is the center of the heavens. If you want feces, it can support the heavens and the earth. If you want urine, the mustard seed can hide you."

"The mountain is like the mind, without attachment, without obstruction, and in countless worlds it does not increase or expand. The bodies of the Buddhas are also like this. When one sees them as large, they do not increase; when one sees them as small, they do not decrease. For example, the moon disc is small when seen by the people of Jambuvipa, but it does not decrease; and when one dwells in the moon, it is large, but it does not increase. It is the same with Bodhisattvas-Mahasattvas."

As he spoke, he had already sewed a lifelike Mount Sumeru on Gao Jian's mustard seed bag.

Gao Jian stared at his mustard seed bag and suddenly felt that... it was really well sewn.

The mustard seed bag was not big, only about the size of a fist, and the Mount Sumeru sewn on it was only the size of a thumb. But in this thumb-sized place, the mountain seemed real. When you stare at it, it seems to sink into it. You can also see the Miaosheng Palace on the top of Mount Sumeru, the various wonderful Huahai Mountain Towers around Mount Sumeru, the clouds around it, the cold peaks, and the white waves on the top of Mount Sumeru. It seems that the vastness is immeasurable.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the sewing was actually quite crude, and was just something that any ordinary woman could do.

The white clouds on the top of the mountain are just a circle of white lines.

The Miaosheng Hall and the Haizhushan Tower on it are just simple things embroidered with a few stitches. The Miaosheng Hall is even sewn to look like an ordinary wooden house.

But even with such simple embroidery skills, people can feel the depth and vastness of Mount Sumeru.

"Okay, it's done. General Gao, please check it." Feixiang handed the mustard bag to Gao Jian.

Gao Jian took it and took a look.

But he saw that the cube-shaped space inside was originally three feet square, and even a rusty knife could not fit in it.

But now it has become a square of ten feet!
Although the side length has only expanded a little more than three times, the space inside has expanded more than ten times, and now it can even accommodate quite a few large items!

Gao Jian looked up again and saw Mount Sumeru embroidered on the mustard seed bag. If you didn't look closely, you would see the rough embroidery and messy lines.

But if you look closely, it seems as if you can see the golden white clouds on the top of Mount Sumeru and the Palace of All Wonders.

"Spirit?" Gao Jian raised his head and realized what was hidden in this crude embroidery. It was the charm of Mount Sumeru.

"Mount Sumeru can hold a mustard seed. If we have a mustard seed bag, then there should be Mount Sumeru as well." Feixiang did not answer directly but said so with a smile.

After saying this, he stood up and said, "Well, it's time for me to go too. Mr. Shui's homework for today is not finished yet, and I have to go back to check it. Goodbye, General Gao."

"Wait a moment, Master Feixiang." Gao Jian stood up and stopped the other party.

"Hmm?" Fei wanted to turn around and wait for Gao Jian to speak.

"Although it's a little abrupt, I still want to ask you. You suddenly came to me and provided me with the footsteps of Zuo'an... and it was you who gave me the divine appearance of the Goddess of Demons last time. I'm a little curious, what exactly do you want to do?"

Fei didn't want to face Gao Jian, so he straightened his robe, stood up straight, put his hands together, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and chanted softly: "Amitabha..."

As he chanted "Amitabha", Gao Jian felt a mysterious gaze.

I couldn't find the source and there was no evidence, but I just felt that after I shouted this name, something looked over here.

After reading this, Feixiang said: "General Gao is a good man, so I want to help you, that's all."

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I can't do it. As a celestial being, I cannot be involved in too many causes and effects. If I do it myself, I will never have a chance to transcend. Celestial beings will not rashly interfere in your affairs." Fei Xiang replied.

"Isn't this considered interfering?" Gao Jian was a little confused. If the other party's actions were not considered interfering, then he really didn't know what interfering was.

Feixiang has given him two crucial helps, so that counts as an entry into the game, right?

However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that...including this time, Feixiang has never said many things on his own initiative. He is actually just giving "hints".

The matter about Zuo'an was actually guessed by Gao Jian himself.

Would this reduce the impact?
"Is it true or not? I don't know myself. If the cause and effect are so clear, why should I worry about it?" Feixiang smiled and said, "That's all I have to say. I really have to leave, General Gao. The end of the year is approaching, and the new year is coming."

"Yes, the end of the year is approaching." Gao Jian nodded.

The left bank issue must be resolved before the end of the year.

Otherwise, Gao Jian would not be able to make it in time for New Year's Eve, and the end of the blood sacrifice would have to be postponed for another year.

How many people will die this year?
In Cangzhou, with a population of over ten billion, there is no problem at all, but in this year, I am afraid that several million people will die.

Millions of people died just like that.

Gao Jian couldn't stand it.

Although he himself knew that it was very risky and difficult, just like how he dealt with Baishan Jianglong Palace... Gao Jian was not completely without means.

He is a reckless man, not a nobody.

Only the brave ones would rush forward with everything prepared. Gao Jian believes that even if it is a charge, it is a charge with a chance of winning, even if the odds are 90-1.

However, Gao Jian would not really charge when the odds were 90-10. He would try every possible way to increase his chances of winning, make all the arrangements, arrange all the details, use all the available resources, and do everything he could to turn his chances of winning from 90-10 to 28-30, or even 70-30...

The only difference is that smart people may wait until the chances of winning are 100% before taking action, and will choose to lie dormant before that.

And after Gao Jian has made all the preparations, he will rush forward even if the chance of winning is still 70:3.

Fei wanted to pay his respects again, and this time he chanted: "Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, General Gao, I will go back now, goodbye."

Gao Jian held the piece of charcoal and looked at Feixiang's back.

Sure enough, it's still the same.

When he was chanting the name of the Bodhisattva, Gao Jian clearly felt a gaze. There was no hostility, but no kindness either. There was just quiet watching.

Was it intentional? Did he deliberately make me feel that? Or was it that I was just overthinking it?

not sure.

But the intelligence itself is still valuable.

Gao Jian looked at the palm of his hand, which was almost as white as silver.

The ghost trees cultivated by Zuo'an were cleaned up after Zuo'an was transferred away? Then these ghost trees were burned into charcoal, giving Cangzhou a warm winter?

Gao Jian listened... why is it so mysterious?
The value of the ghost tree is not cheap. Even if there is only one level, the heart of the tree and the like must be priced in "gold".

Even if it is other firewood, it will not be cheap if it is packed. Whether it is made into talismans, such as "peach charms", or ground into ink to make spices, or even used to make beads and then make beads into bracelets, it is better than burning it into charcoal, right?
Is the charcoal burning also led by the Shui family?

Shouldn't it?

Did the Left Bank lose its position so badly? Probably not, right?
(End of this chapter)