I have already said that with Wang Chuan's current situation, no matter what kind of cultivation they have, they will not be able to improve their cultivation.

But I can't teach indiscriminately, and when the time comes, they will find out that it is useless to practice with me for a long time, and they will probably doubt my identity.

So I changed my way of thinking, and only taught them to sort out the meridians and regulate the internal breath, the meridians are strong, the body is naturally light, the internal breath is stable, and the mood will be calmed to a certain extent.

Although this still couldn't improve their cultivation, it was enough to make them really feel that they were changing day by day.

This did so and received good results, everyone felt the changes in their bodies, and they all felt that it would not be long before they could open their first spiritual sense.

But what I didn't expect was that these people didn't have any idea of what it was like to be cultivating hard, and they thought that the feeling that the body was getting lighter and the mood was gradually sinking down meant that the cultivation was improving rapidly.

After two or three days, I became completely involved with the people in the Zhuangzi.

After that, I began to try to get words out of their mouths, but now they know everything about me, and they really have a lot of useful clues.

It is said that she is the mountain god in this area, and has been nourishing all things with her spiritual charm for thousands of years, and it is precisely because of her that the products in Zhuangzi will be so rich.

Every year in the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the people of Zhuangzi will go to work on the fields, and after they have harvested the grain and vegetables of the previous year, as long as they sow the seeds again, they will no longer bother with agricultural affairs, and in the next lunar month, the seeds sown in the previous year will flourish.

All this is the credit of the black god, it is she who protects the farmland, so the crops grow so well.

Under her protection, even the cattle and sheep in the Zhuangzi were extremely fat, and these animals were very quiet, as if they knew that the people here were obsessed with cultivation and did not want to disturb everyone.

Every time I see Zhuangzi talking about this great black god with gestures, I have an extremely awkward feeling in my heart.

Because at this time, they seem to have been brainwashed, and their faces are filled with a very abnormal sense of happiness.

I found an opportunity to ask Wang Chuan, since the black god is a good god as you say, why are you so afraid of her every time you offer tribute.

Wang Chuan smiled and gestured at me: "The black god is indeed a good god, but she is like a little girl who does not grow up, she is very willful, she does not want others to see her appearance, nor does she want to see people with low cultivation leave Zhuangzi, whenever someone disobeys her wishes, she will lose her temper." ”

I asked Wang Chuan, "Will she punish those who break the rules?" How is it punished? ”

Wang Chuan pondered for a long time before responding to me: "She does punish unruly people, but as for how to punish them, I can't remember." ”

Can't remember?

I couldn't help but be shocked, could it be that the thing called the black god tampered with Wang Chuan's memory?

Later, I asked the same question to everyone else, and everyone had the same answer: I can't remember.

One night Wang Chuan came to the inn to have dinner with me, I first chatted with him casually, and then found an excuse and asked him why Zhou Jiuli was so weird.

Wang Chuan said that it has been 30 years since Zhou Jiuli entered Baiyizhuang, and he was the first batch of people to enter Zhuangzi, and he was the only one in that group of people who has not yet gone out.

It is said that Zhou Jiuli used to be the highest cultivator in that group, and he was full of confidence that he could go out, but as a result, the people who came here changed batch after batch, and the people who came with him left one by one, but he was still unable to leave.

He couldn't stand such a blow, and his temper became more and more irritable day by day.

In the first fifteen years, although Zhou Jiuli was irritable, he still had reason, and he wanted to go out, so he put in more than ordinary efforts to cultivate, but his cultivation has never been able to improve.

Later, a strange person came to Baiyizhuang, and the man told Zhou Jiuli that the reason why he could not improve his cultivation was because his dantian was damaged, and if he wanted to improve his cultivation, he must first work hard and strengthen his muscles and bones, so as to restore the essence of his dantian.

The so-called strange person, according to legend, was born in a family of doctors, and like Yunshang, he also took an art investor when he entered Jingyun Mountain.

I said in my heart that this is not nonsense, if that person is really from a medical family, he can still say that kind of thing to Zhou Jiuli.

The problem is that Zhou Jiuli was in a hurry, practiced frantically day and night, and finally broke the ligament, which also led to local muscle dissolution in the left half of the body, which became what it is today.

The cultivation couldn't be lifted, and his body collapsed, and since then, Zhou Jiuli has become very extreme, as if everyone in Bai Yizhuang is his enemy.

In Wang Chuan's eyes, Zhou Jiuli practiced too hard and disabled himself, but how did he know that the real culprit was actually the evil qi mixed in the food, if it wasn't for the evil qi, no matter how much a normal person practiced, it was unlikely that he would be able to train himself like that.

But anyway, after chatting with Wang Chuan for a while, I finally know where the sadness on Zhou Jiuli's body came from.

"What about Qian San, how did he get mixed up with Zhou Jiuli?"

As soon as I asked, Wang Chuan became difficult, lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a long time before he said: "No one knows the details of Qian San, he came here ten years ago, and it is said that he got mixed up with Zhou Jiuli not long after he came, and no one can say clearly what the specific reason is." ”

After this chat, I didn't eat at the inn, I went to the lobby to eat with Wang Chuan and them every meal, and the reason why I did this was that I didn't mean anything else, that is, I wanted to help them get rid of the evil spirit in the meal before eating.

Every time there is a meal, Qian San will also come to the lobby to eat, and he will bring one to Zhou Jiuli when he leaves.

After what happened last time, he didn't dare to stare at Yunshang with strange eyes, but sometimes when I looked at him, I still found him staring at us with a sinister look.

This guy will have an accident sooner or later!

In a blink of an eye, we have spent a full nine days in Baiyi Village, and the day when Yin Zheng Long entered the village is getting closer and closer.

It was also at noon on this day that there was a problem with the food in the lobby.

It's not that everyone's food is wrong, it's that I was drugged by Qian San in my bowl.

He thought that things were done well, but in fact, as early as when he took the initiative to help everyone serve the meal, Lu Shengcai and I found the problem, and later when he helped me serve the rice, the cuffs shook slightly, and a few drops of colorless grease were sprinkled on the rice, which also did not escape Lu Shengcai's eyes.

Lu Shengcai was also very direct, grabbed the handful of oiled rice, got up and patted Qian San on the shoulder: "Uncle, eh! ”

As soon as Qian San turned his head, Lu Shengcai instantly stuffed the pinch of 100 meters into his mouth, and then reached out and pinched Qian San's throat, and Qian San swallowed the rice before he could chew it.

Lu Shengcai grinned at him: "It's hard work, you eat some mats first." ”

Qian San glanced at my bowl and found that three fingerprints appeared on the rice, and his face turned pale with a brush.