The sky is bright and the birds chirping, crisp and pleasant.

Chu Fan returned to the main road in the mountains, took out camphor tree seeds from the ground, blew the soot and stuffed them into his arms, then untied the bag on the horse's back and took out a few handfuls of golden corn.

Seeing the horse chewing, he smiled helplessly, stretched out his middle finger and blew his head "bang".

Last night, I was ambushed, chased, searched for ghosts, and practiced for half a night, so I was so busy. When I came back, it was almost dawn, and Mei Niang was in a hurry to lose her soul and forgot to ask her about the camphor tree seeds and "meow".

After feeding the dark horse, I rode along the mountain road for nearly an hour. I was almost at the position of the last cliff last night, so I turned my horse's head and turned into the mountain.

The terrain circling and falling.

After two incense sticks, he passed by five mountains and let the horse drink plenty of water in the stream. He came to a deep valley.

The bamboo forest is quiet, and the waterfall is like a galaxy hanging. White clouds are blooming above the head, and a line of blue sky.

Smoke curling up in the valley.

Chu Fan tied the horse to the tree and walked along a vaguely discernible path along the weeds.

I turned a small bend and saw a simple stone house under the cliff from afar. The old and happy singing came from it.

"...The deep valley is hidden by the Tongtian River, and the disciple of the Golden Immortal is a house. How many years have you been practicing elixirs? Plowing white clouds and planting bamboo in the morning..."

The dew was heavy in the morning and the valley was tide again. When Chu Fan walked to a small piece of floor in front of the house, his trousers and cloth shoes were wet.

On the threshold made of stone, a fat cat raised its claws and slapped the flying insects lazily. But its head was raised, and its eyes were bored to look at the sun feet on the opposite cliff. It was about noon before the sun could shine vertically into the valley and warm it up on it.

Seeing a stranger approaching, the cat bent up alertly and whistled in his mouth.

Chu Fan walked closer and squatted down, sneering, his eyes were like a knife, and his palms pressed inch by inch.

Isn’t it very good to scream in the middle of the night? Is it very powerful? I want to see who you are. Jump, scratch, believe it or not slap your head?

The hair on the cat's body exploded. One pupil was very white and dull, and the other pupil was shrinking like a needle, flashing a green and weird light.

Subtle emotions flashed through one eye, anger, tyranny, resentment, fear, hesitation, unwillingness...

But I never dared to move.

When Chu Fan finally pinched his neck, the cat closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

An old man took a small bowl of yellow rice and walked out of the stove next to him. He found that there were more people in front of the house. He was not surprised, so he said lightly, "Here's here."

Chu Fan threw the cat casually, and the guy turned over in the air, leaning on the ground with his feet firmly, silently.

The old man was tall and had a childish face. He put the bowl on the steps to greet the cat. He turned around and took out a green vine crutch and pointed it to the floor.

There was a table and two stools out of thin air in the field, which were actually three large and small wooden trunks.

Chu Fan's face was not surprised, and he sat down on the pier, picked up the teacup and sniffed it. There was a pool of boiled water in the cup, and two yellow leaves were floating, with a fragrance everywhere.

He turned the teacup with three fingers, but did not drink it, and looked at the other person quietly.

The old man didn't persuade the tea, and drank it all in one go, put down the cup, and said with a smile:

"Last night I saw my friend killing the old man. I looked down from the top of the cliff. I guess you will come today. Although my friend is not a monk, he has superpowers, qi and blood, and ghosts are rushing. My camphor tree seeds are purely a snake-like extravagant, and it makes me laugh."

Chu Fan smiled, gently put down the teacup, took out camphor tree seeds from his arms and placed them on the table, clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you, my father-in-law, for giving me the fairy goods. How do you call me?"

When Buddhism avoids taboos or is polite, it is often called "upper...lower...". For example, the Dharma name is "empty and brighter", which means "upper and clearer" to show that the higher-level Buddhist teachings are seeking to transform sentient beings. Gradually, there is such a name in Taoism, but there is not much meaning, but simply expressing respect to the other party.

The old man waved his hand and said:

"The people in the mountains and fields have any ups and downs. Just call me the Green Staff Man. Look at what strange things are there in this valley?"

Chu Fan hesitated for a moment and said:

“It seems that the air is particularly fresh and refreshing.”

The green man raised his thumbs up and laughed:

"My friend is indeed gifted and has a sharp sense of sensitivity. The heaven and earth in this valley are full of vitality and even more spiritual energy. Although it is not as good as the blessing of the cave heaven, it is also rare for us and other casual cultivators. You must have had many questions last night, so I will tell you one by one...

"A lot of years ago, the old camphor tree entrenched in this valley. But it never withstands the thunder tribulation and was struck to death. In recent years, rotten trees sprouted and produced seeds, but it was another new tree, which was not worth worrying. After being influenced by spiritual energy, camphor tree seeds are particularly sensitive to mana fluctuations. I collected some to serve as tokens.

"I came to the valley three years ago and found that Jianjian Mountain was occupied by two tree spirits, one peach wood and one phoenix tree. I instigated the ghosts to kill creatures and take human souls to practice. I fought with them many times, but they could not do anything to me, and I could not do anything to them, so I could barely squeeze into a place in the remote valley. Poor Dahua followed me for many years, and one eye was blinded..."

The Green Staff Man pointed to the Tabby Cat and continued:

"The ghosts dare not approach the valley. First, the heaven and earth are rich in vitality, which is a highly poisonous thing for them; second, if they fall off accidentally, they will be swallowed by peanuts. It is not a big deal to be tense all day long. I agreed with the Tao Jing that they will no longer interfere with them in harming people. However, as long as the people passing through the valley carry the camphor tree seeds I sent, the ghosts will not be allowed to sacrifice.

"It's a pity that only twenty-nine people believed the old man in front of the mountain to avoid disasters. I also wanted to save more people, but unfortunately I couldn't fight against peach spirits and ghosts. Besides, each person has his own chance and disaster. I put a way of life in front of them, and I have to leave, so no one can blame me.

"The young master is righteous and talented. He destroyed the ghosts last night. Today, he can join forces with me to take advantage of the situation to destroy the peach spirit and defend the world..."

Chu Fan smiled but said nothing, and was interested in watching the cat eat. He licked it and the yellow rice in the bowl did not decrease.

The Green Staff Man suddenly realized and said with a smile:

"That is a storage magic weapon that can hold 100 kilograms of rice and give it to the young master..."

Chu Fan nodded, but he still didn't comment.

He had known that it was a storage magic weapon.

Yunmeng also has a small pot similar to that which can hold thirty kilograms of wine or water.

However, such magic tools are not of high quality and are only of great use to mortals. After filling the small pot with thirty kilograms of wine, the volume does not increase, but becomes heavy. If it is an extremely high-end space magic tool, it will not feel the weight.

It means that the thing is compressed after entering the magic tool, rather than the space inside it is enlarged. It is nothing to hold thirty kilograms of wine and 100 kilograms of rice. A bowl of dense substances can reach one million tons.

The Green Staff Man smiled bitterly:

"I am very poor and have no treasures. However, the peach spirit has been plundering for many years, and the crystal stone magic weapons, heaven and earth treasures are piled up like mountains. After destroying her, you and I will add five to two or one, and it will be a good idea to share them equally?"
Chapter completed!