Chapter 95: Lightning Struck Tree
“Baozi, delicious baozi!”

"Roasted ginkgo nuts, ginkgo nuts!"

"Persimmon, change it if it's too bitter!"

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Fang Chen’s first stop was a small town west of the Jueling Swamp.

It happened to be the market day, so he came to experience the hustle and bustle of life.

However, the Taoist robe he wore was made of fine materials, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person. Passersby on the street all walked around him.

Fang Chen, who noticed this, sighed and walked into a teahouse to avoid these people being so cautious for fear of bumping into him.

"I'll go to the clothing store later and buy some earthly clothes. A Taoist robe is really eye-catching."

Fang Chen actually didn't really want to attract attention, but he had been wearing the same clothes since he traveled through time and had no idea how to wear them.

As a monk, there is no need to change or wash clothes. A basic cleansing technique can ensure that your body is free of dust.

When he rushed to the Jueling Swamp earlier, he spent most of his time outside the town, only occasionally going to purchase some necessary supplies.

At that time, I didn’t think about traveling in the mortal world, so I didn’t think about clothes.

"Sir, would you like to sit in the lobby on the first floor or in the private room on the second floor?"

While Fang Chen was thinking about these things, the waiter came up to him. Seeing that Fang Chen's demeanor and clothes were not like those of an ordinary person, he acted in a flattering manner.

"Just on the first floor. Give me a seat near the front."

Fang Chen took a quick look and saw that there was a storyteller in the teahouse, but the show had not started yet.

So I decided to try it out.

Listen to stories and legends from the mortal world.

"Okay, sir, please come this way."

The waiter led Fang Chen to the first row near the storyteller, and after he sat down, he asked, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"I brought my own tea and water. Can you help me make tea?"

Fang Chen first put a piece of silver on the table, pushed it forward, and then asked the waiter.

"Sir, of course you can. If you trust us, just give us the tea leaves and water, and we will brew it for you. If you like something more elegant, we can also provide a charcoal stove and teapots and cups, and you can boil water and brew it yourself."

Seeing the silver, the waiter naturally knew everything.

This amount of silver is enough to pay for tea or the use of the charcoal stove.

"Then let's go with the latter. This is a reward for you. As for this, just consider it as tea money."

Fang Chen took out another piece of silver from his bosom, threw it to the waiter, and then pointed to the silver on the table.

The tea leaves and water he brought contained spiritual energy, but not much. If a mortal drank it, it would only make him feel uncomfortable for a while, but the feeling would soon be excreted.

Of course, if someone is gifted, he or she may be able to use this opportunity to embark on the path to immortality.

However, since this teahouse allows people to brew tea by themselves, it is better to come by yourself, so that no one can resist the temptation and secretly drink the spiritual tea.

Can save a lot of trouble.

"Don't worry, sir. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The waiter happily put away the silver and immediately went to prepare the charcoal stove and other items.

"This young man is from outside the area, right?"

The storyteller on the stage witnessed this scene. There were not many customers in the teahouse at the moment, and he was just sitting around doing nothing as the show was not about to start.

After the waiter left, he started chatting with Fang Chen.

"I did come from afar and rest in this teahouse."

Fang Chen nodded, and then asked curiously: "I wonder what story you are going to tell today?"

"It is adapted from my personal experiences during my travels in the south. As for the specific content, please wait patiently. You will know the answer after one stick of incense."

The two chatted casually, and Fang Chen also got a lot of information from him.

This storyteller is not based in this teahouse, but travels around and has a wide range of knowledge.

For example, what famous mountains and rivers are nearby, which place produces beautiful jade, where there are more exotic flowers and plants, etc.

These are the information Fang Chen needs most at the moment.

After chatting for about half an hour, the waiter brought a table with a charcoal stove, teapot, and several teacups on it, and arranged these things one by one.

Seeing this, Fang Chen pretended to rummage through his sleeves, but in fact he took out spiritual tea leaves and a water bag from his storage bag, poured some water into the teapot, and placed it on the charcoal stove to heat it.

"Sir, you are so elegant."

Seeing him boil water and make tea by himself, the storyteller praised him again.

"It has nothing to do with elegance. I'm just used to drinking the tea from my hometown."

Fang Chen replied casually and continued chatting with him.

Another quarter of an hour later, the teahouse was gradually filled with guests. The storyteller was about to begin his performance and the water in the teapot had already boiled.

Fang Chen took the teapot off the charcoal stove, put some tea leaves into the cup, and poured in boiling water.

This spiritual tea leaf is an ordinary eyesight-improving tea with the characteristic of being affinity with spiritual energy. It does not have any special fragrance and will not attract attention.

"The bright moon is hanging high in the sky, shining in all directions, and the starlit night is still long. Where should I go tonight? I will go to the mass grave outside Huanglong City. Ghost lights flicker and reflect on the dead trees, and the cold wind whistles and sweeps away the remaining frost. Lonely ghosts are crying, and evil spirits are hiding everywhere!"

A setting poem first explains what is to be said, which is the story of him seeing hundreds of ghosts parading at night outside Huanglong City.

This storyteller was quite talented, at least Fang Chen was listening with great concentration.

"...I accidentally startled them, and the evil spirits rushed towards me. Just when I thought I was doomed -

"A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the dead tree, causing the evil spirits to scatter. I also hurriedly fled from the place.

"This is exactly - suddenly there was thunder in the sky, and silver snakes danced wildly through the night sky. A thunderbolt struck the dead tree, and hundreds of ghosts scattered - without a trace!"

"it is good!"

The tea drinkers below cheered and Fang Chen also clapped his hands.

"Sir, do you like this story?"

After finishing the story, the storyteller started chatting with Fang Chen again.

"Of course I like it. May I ask, sir, is this story made up by you or is it a true experience?"

Fang Chen took a sip of tea and asked.

"Sir, you are joking. Isn't storytelling all about truth and falsehood? Why bother to delve into these things?"

The storyteller smiled and did not directly answer Fang Chen's question.

"Then where is this Huanglong City?"

Fang Chen also changed the question.

"Sir, do you want to go and see it yourself? That's no problem. Huanglong City is 200 miles to the southwest. As for the mass grave, ask the locals. No one will not know about it."

The storyteller answered this question readily.

"Thank you sir for answering my questions."

Fang Chen had just finished his tea, so he stood up and said goodbye and left.

"The story just now was indeed his personal experience. He was lucky enough to encounter a wild ghost cultivator, but he was saved by a bolt of lightning."

Of course, Fang Chen was very interested in the mass grave in this story, because he needed a lot of souls to complete the construction of the envisioned ghost realm.

While the storyteller was telling the story, he used his spiritual power to monitor the other person the entire time, and judged from his pulse and heartbeat that the story was not completely fabricated.

So this mass grave is well worth a visit.

What's more, there is something in this story that interests him very much.

The dead tree struck by lightning.

Generally speaking, thunder and rain can indeed hit trees.

However, the place where ghost cultivators gather is filled with extremely yin energy, so it is unlikely that the thunder from the sky will fall on its own.

There must be something magical about that dead tree.

Of course, he also wanted to find out more about things related to plants.

So he aimed at the right direction and headed towards Huanglong City at full speed.

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