Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

Feng Mo didn't care about the other party's flattery.

He wanted to know how the other person had changed so much in just one day.

Upon hearing this, Gu Zhenren's expression turned serious:

"Jiangqing Village, located on the east side of Huanjiang, was affected by the strange creature last night."

"Is it because of the strange disaster?" Feng Mo asked.

"Yes," Gu Zhenren added, "This isn't just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds."

The situation was dire. I even managed to escape under cover of darkness with a few colleagues. Now I'm the only one left; I'm just incredibly lucky to be alive.

Even now, Gu Zhenren still feels a bit scared. He bowed to the clay statue of the god and said, "Grandmaster, above."

Feng Mo looked at the clay sculpture, which was now covered with cracks.

These marks are enough to show the hardships that Gu Zhen experienced on any journey.

Seeing that he had come here alone, Feng Mo feared that the colleague he mentioned was probably also in grave danger.

"This is the last time I'll come to Jiangbai Village, the place where I can eat my fill."

"What?"

"This strange disaster is no small matter, and its expansion speed is also unprecedented."

"We, the Imperial Temple Envoy, will not be leaving Huanjiang Town again," Gu Zhenren explained, "unless the calamity ends."

He looked at Feng Mo.

In his eyes, Feng Mo was a rare talent.

In just one day, the changes in my stomach were like a complete upheaval.

And the only people who could have come to this conclusion were a man and his dog.

pity……

The best opportunity to migrate has already passed. Even if the other party regrets it and wants to migrate, with the approaching calamity and the monsters' rampage, the dangers on the journey will be no less than death.

Gu Zhenren opened his mouth, but all his words ultimately turned into a sigh: "I believe that Third Young Master can hold on until then."

"Then I wish you a safe journey, sir."

Feng Mo dared not make any promises, and simply accepted Gu Zhenren's kindness in silence.

Outside the courtyard, the walls that were originally dilapidated have been completely renovated.

……

early morning.

He was about to leave, alone.

He looked at the wall outside the temple of the five stomachs with a puzzled expression.

The original dilapidated eaves and walls are gone, replaced by layers upon layers of brick walls.

At the gate, a flag bearing an official seal was fluttering in the wind.

Especially that flag, although it was a bit yellowed, it seemed much newer than when he first saw it.

"This wall is..."

"It was repaired while the gentleman was away," Feng Mo replied.

"Oh, I see." Gu Zhenren nodded as if he understood.

He arrived close to night yesterday, and visibility was poor, so I was probably overthinking it.

Besides, the Third Young Master is a faded being, and this isn't the first time a building has appeared out of thin air, so he relaxed.

He looked at Feng Mo and bowed slightly.

After this parting, I don't know when we'll meet again.

"Goodbye."

"See you another day," Feng Mo replied in return.

And so, Gu Zhenren's figure gradually disappeared into the forest mist.

At the same time, Feng Mo also looked at the flag of the Five Internal Organs Temple at the door.

"I clearly remember burning it..."

This is probably one of the characteristics of the so-called "shen loan".

After all, he had transformed mortal beings into deities, so Feng Mo didn't care about anything else.

Meanwhile, Feng Mo also circled the wall, collecting a total of sixteen disaster stones that night!

"Last night was noticeably more eerie than the day before."

It seemed like the same thing as the night before last, but because Feng Mo had a great chat with Gu Zhenren last night, he didn't fall back into the trap of "good fortune".

In other words, the number of wandering monsters increased by about 30% in just one night!

Looking at the high wall that had been erected, Feng Mo felt much less pressure.

"I wonder if these high walls will be enough to withstand the strange calamities that Gu Zhenren speaks of?"

After muttering to himself, he went back to his stomach to fetch water to water the vegetables.

In just one night, the seeds that had been planted began to sprout, growing densely on the farmland.

It's hard to imagine that this effect came from a single seed.

The tender shoots have also undergone some changes.

Normal gray wheat is greenish-gray all over, but the tender sprout in front of Feng Mo had thin red lines in the middle, like shrimp veins.

"The little thing is quite cute," Feng Mo praised.

Thinking of the devastation in Jiangbai Village, I wonder how long this drought will last.

Keep in mind, this isn't even summer yet.

It's supposed to be the season for spring rains, yet a drought has already begun; this is clearly very strange.

Therefore, in order to mitigate risks, Feng Mo has listed farming as the second most important matter after cultivation.

"Grow up quickly," Feng Mo said as he began today's irrigation.

After doing all this, Feng Mo picked up the "Five Organs Exercise" and began practicing.

The first technique is the "Refining the Elixir and Guarding the Heart" method, which protects the Elixir Palace.

The "spirit" of internal martial arts involves cultivating the mind, courage, and concentration.

Those who achieve minor success remain calm in the face of danger and are not afraid of swords or axes.

Zhongcheng's Illusionary Arts, Unwavering in His Chivalry!

When Da Cheng's mind is focused, his inner strength arises naturally, and the more deadly the situation, the more stable his inner strength becomes.

Feng Mo felt the wonder of this skill just by glancing at the visualization diagram.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The heart is the throne; guarding the heart is guarding oneself!"

As for the supplies, they were the disaster stones that Feng Mo had collected after eliminating the strange phenomena these past few days.

Since absorbing the disaster stones had negative effects, Feng Mo chose to transform them into "spirit stones".

Immediately, a translucent blue crystal, as if crafted by nature itself, landed in his hand.

Under the sun, the shimmering light was dazzling, as if it had condensed the essence of the world.

As soon as Feng Mo held it in his hand, he felt a sense of affinity from the stone, and a warm current flowed into his palm and into his limbs, making him feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Excellent!" Feng Mo exclaimed inwardly.

He immediately began to examine the visualization diagram according to the process of the Alchemy and Mind-Guarding Technique.

This warm current was guided to flow throughout his body, constantly washing over his heart.

……

……

It was nearing noon, and the sun was blazing.

At this moment, Xiao Bai, who had been nestled at Feng Mo's feet, suddenly became alert.

Huang Lao Er, carrying his son Huang Shang, arrived at the vicinity of Wuzang Temple again the next day.

Seeing the Five Stomachs Temple again, Huang Lao Er was filled with disbelief. The once dilapidated Five Stomachs Temple now seemed to have been completely renewed.

Moreover, many wooden traps resembling those used for hunting have appeared on the surrounding area.

If you look closely, you can even see runes on the wooden traps, making them no less impressive than those from the Temple of the Mourning.

"Wow!" exclaimed Old Huang, "These are all really good stuff!"

This made him somewhat envious.

At the same time, after entering the Five Internal Organs Temple, he immediately bowed to Feng Mo, who was cultivating.

"Jiangxia Huang Lao Er pays respects to Shiping San Shao!"

"Jiang...Jiangxia Huang Shang pays respects to the Third Young Master of Shiping!"

Seeing his father bow, Huang Shang followed suit.

"Shi Ping Feng Mo, greetings." Feng Mo responded in kind.

"Practicing cultivation so early, you're really diligent," Huang Lao Er joked.

Feng Mo nodded: "It's been a whole night."

That's how aristocratic families are.

You may not understand the bizarre, but if you don't know the Zhou rites, then you're a complete waste of space.

If you encounter something strange and don't understand it, you'll die. If you don't know etiquette in a certain situation and make a fool of yourself, you'll lose face for the family you represent.

This is absolutely unacceptable in aristocratic families.

This is also why the original owner didn't understand anything about the supernatural, yet was still named one of the top ten outstanding young people of the new generation by the family.

Huang Lao Er watched Feng Mo's polite bowing gesture with admiration.

He patted his son Huang Shang's head again: "Look at him!"

Huang Shang suddenly felt a sharp pain, but he just felt that his father was acting strangely.

While the Third Young Master was learning the etiquette of a scholar when he was three years old and learning to walk, he was still riding on his father's back at that time.

He'd gotten used to getting beaten up so many times.

Seeing that Feng Mo had finished the formalities and then went back to cultivating, his father, Huang Lao Er, kindly reminded him:

"Third Young Master, cultivation is good, but it's not good to cultivate too much."

"What's the explanation for this?" Feng Mo asked slowly.

"Of course!" Huang Lao Er thought Feng Mo wanted to discuss philosophy with him again, so he said with relief.

"As you know, the Disaster Stone is our only resource for spiritual practice."

However, since the Disaster Stone is a product of calamity, if one absorbs too much of it, one will acquire characteristics of calamity.

If it is a calamity stone, not only will the person become cold-hearted, but their lifespan may also be shortened, and they may even exhibit strange characteristics.

For example, a long, thin neck, or a smiling face with a tendency to laugh excessively, could eventually lead to a truly bizarre creature.

If the stone is a natural disaster, the person will feel a burning sensation in their body, even spontaneously combusting, or become numb and eventually turn to stone.

Huang Lao Er sighed helplessly: "That's why we can't develop these symptoms unless we practice properly every day."

Feng Mo nodded.

It turned out to be the case.

This is the deterioration described in the introduction to the disaster stone.

"Oh..." Feng Mo responded and continued his cultivation.

Fortunately, he had spirit stones, so these things were irrelevant to him.

However, this matter has a rather interesting origin, perhaps related to the deficiencies in the Five Organs Exercise, so Feng Mo inquired about it.

Huang Lao Er nodded helplessly: "Just as I said."

This world is filled with natural disasters, which have affected our basic needs like food, shelter, and transportation. This isn't just true for our internal organs; even the cultivation methods of other temples are affected. Techniques that once restored our vital energy now only hasten our demise in the face of these natural disasters.

Seeing how diligently Feng Mo cultivated, Huang Lao Er seemed to realize something.

"Don't ignore my advice! You're too eager for quick success and have gone astray."

Don't let my appearance fool you; I'm only just entering middle age, the prime of my life. It's precisely because of my youthful arrogance, lack of understanding, and eagerness for quick success that I've ended up like this.

With Huang Lao Er's explanation.

Feng Mocai finally understood.

On the one hand, it cleared up the doubts in my heart, and on the other hand, it turned out that it was not that the other party had a child late in life, but that he had become an "old man" because of the disaster stone.

……

Seeing that Feng Mo remained stubbornly unrepentant, Huang Lao Er couldn't help but have a guess.

Could this also be one of the cultivation methods of the third young master of the Feng family?

As he said, excessive absorption of the Calamity Stone is an extremely painful thing.

Pain is still suffering, but enduring suffering can gain the favor of the deceased mortal lord and allow one to advance one's cultivation to a higher level.

Therefore, this should also be the other party's path of cultivation.

Even though the other party's actions were so obvious, I only just realized it.

He couldn't help but admire the Third Young Master's spirit of enduring hardship.

Ordinary cultivators, when they try to cultivate, can't even last half a day.

and many more……

When you first met them, did they say they had been practicing meditation all night?

Could this be true?

It must have been a joke...

Huang Lao Er was conflicted.

After all, this path has been trodden by countless people, and it is destined to be a dead end, ultimately turning everyone into something neither human nor ghost, assimilated by natural disasters.

Having said all that, he could only let out a long sigh.

……

Feng Mo's cultivation was constantly interrupted by Huang Lao Er, so he lost his focus.

He stood up and looked at the other man: "Master Huang, what brings you here?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's something!"

After this interlude ended, Huang Lao Er hurriedly said, "Jiang Qing Village is gone!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo's face twitched.

Last night he heard from Gu Zhenren that a strange disaster had occurred in Jiangqing Village, and now the village is gone in just one night?