Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire - Chapter 553

  Chapter 553 [Judgment]

  Is it so evil? It seems that it is better to clear it up earlier, Fang Chang thought secretly.

  Then he asked: “What is praying for rain?”

  The woman in front of her said:

   “The prefecture has been in a drought for three years, and the grain reserves that had been saved by the good weather are gradually emptying out, and people in the prefecture are becoming more and more panicky. In recent years, the yamen has also been very anxious, seeking solutions everywhere, and asking for relief from the imperial court.”

   “Although the relief is sufficient, if it doesn’t rain, it won’t cure the root cause. Everyone’s life is still hopeless, so the rewards for praying for rain issued by the yamen are getting higher and higher, so no one cares about the tiger king in the mountains.”

I see.

  Fang Chang said a few words of comfort and left the house.

  In the brazier in front of the coffin at the back, paper money was continuously put into it to keep the flame in it. The flames jumped, reflecting everyone’s faces, and the grief on their faces.

  Fang Chang shook his head and didn’t look back.

  The person who passed away has already passed away after all, even Fang Chang has no ability to change all this. Even if he has a high level of cultivation, he still has no ability to revive a dead intelligent creature. In other words, things like death and resurrection are beyond the tolerance of this piece of heaven.

   What Fang Chang is going to do next is to go to the mountains to find the culprit, that is, the tiger spirit who is said to eat people and put salt. It is to seek justice for the dead, but also to restore the peace of this place, and in a sense, this is also the liberation of the tiger spirit.

   After all, if you eat too much intelligent life, you will not only be entangled in resentment, but also be entangled in many causes and effects and fall into spirituality, making you even more confused.

  Fang Chang’s cultivation level is high, his five senses are clear, far beyond ordinary people, and he does not need telekinesis to perform divination. He has already caught the other party’s traces just by relying on his hunting experience in Yunzhong Mountain.

   This is not difficult, because a tiger spirit has no natural enemies in this mountain, especially after the practitioners in the state capital have gone to pray for rain, it is even more unscrupulous. In some tree roots, you can still feel the smell of excrement, which is the instinct of wild animals to divide the territory.

  The dead trees in the mountains are uneven, intertwined among the green leaves and long grass, making the scenery look a bit decayed.

  Following the clues he found, Fang Chang only went around two hills, and found more and more traces nearby. Not far away is a mountain stream with lush woods and rumbling water. Following the clues to come here, with his five senses and spiritual sense, he already noticed the hiding place of the tiger demon, so he went straight to it.

  Fang Chang did not hide his aura, but walked forward like a mortal.

  The tiger demon in the cave immediately heard the movement, and immediately checked it out. Seeing that the movement outside was a human being, he roared excitedly, and rushed towards Fang Chang with a groan.

   This tiger spirit still maintains the form of a beast, with thick limbs, sharp fangs, colorful fur, and a king character written on its forehead.

  There is a whirring wind in his actions, just as the rumors say, clouds follow dragons and wind follow tigers.

  The tiger’s volley attack was fatal to ordinary people, but to Fang Chang, it was like scratching an itch. He just stretched out a finger, flicked it lightly, and the tiger that was still in mid-air suddenly fell to the nearby stone as if struck by lightning.

  Fang Chang’s fingers possessed enormous strength, but the tiger’s body seemed to be made of copper and iron, so the huge bluestone was crushed by the tiger. Although the tiger demon took the blow forcefully relying on its physique, the pain was real, and the tiger let out a miserable cry of pain.

   But at this time, even though his spiritual wisdom has long been entangled with grievances and karma, and there is not much left, the tiger spirit still recognizes Fang Chang’s identity.

   “Cultivator?!”

  The tiger actually spit out human words, and said in surprise, the voice rumbled, echoing in the mountain stream.

   Then he rolled on the spot among the chaotic rocks, crushing the cracked stones all over the ground into finer pieces, and then turned into a middle-aged strong man.

   I don’t know if it’s the influence of the spirit of the tiger, but the middle-aged strong man transformed by it has distorted facial features, vicious and ugly. Not to mention children, even ordinary adults will be terrified when they see it.

  Fang Chang watched the scene quietly without making any sound.

  The middle-aged strong man smiled provocatively at the other party:

   “There is a way to heaven, but you don’t go, but there is no way to hell, you just want to come. This king is just hungry, and you delivered this dish in time.”

“This king has actually eaten a few practitioners. Your taste is better. If you are honest, you can eat it from the head and give you a good time; if you dare to resist, when this king eats you, you will eat it from the heel Come on, so that you can’t die if you want to live!”

  Fang Chang still didn’t speak.

  Even if he is not a villain, he is not going to say too much to this tiger demon. As far as justice is concerned, what victims often want is a clean trial and revenge, not the torture of criminals.

  He showed such a calm look, which immediately angered the tiger spirit.

  The tiger roared vigorously, and jumped forward, and at the same time shook his palm, and a long steel fork was added. At the same time, the middle-aged man transformed into a killer whale stared at Fang Chang’s face, but looked at the Lingquan sword behind him from the corner of his eyes, and maintained great vigilance.

  The Lingquan sword made a slight clanging sound in the scabbard.

   But Fang Chang didn’t draw his sword, but just waved his palm lightly. His long arms are not as long as Tiger Jing’s steel fork, but his palm traced a wonderful trajectory in the air, instantly bypassing the shadow screen formed by the steel fork, and gently imprinted on the big man’s shiny forehead.

   This palm looks very slow, but the strength contained in it far surpasses the snap of the fingers just now.

   There was only a click, and the tiger demon was beaten to pieces with white jade tofu and a thousand peach blossoms.

  The tiger spirit whose sky spirit cover was shattered, fell to the ground without saying a word, and turned into the original colorful tiger. Although its fur is complete, bright in color, and looks of high-quality texture, Fang Changlian has already opened Linghui and did not do any other unnecessary actions.

  He just searched briefly, then pointed to the ground between the mountain streams.

  The ground moved suddenly, the place where the tiger spirit was lying was sunken, and the earth and rocks on both sides were uplifted, enclosing the tiger’s body on the opposite side, and then slowly sank into the ground.

  The ground was smooth again, only slightly raised.

   Fang Chang went into the cave to check, and saw that the furnishings in the cave were simple, but there were many broken clothes and portable utensils, which were obviously relics of the previous victims. Then in the corner of the cave, there are many remains that have been eaten up. Judging by the number, this tiger is already full of evil.

  He searched briefly, and found that there was nothing valuable or meaningful except for a letter, so he decided to bury these relics and remains together.

   Having done all this, he set a fire in the hole, and burned everything clean. And the back moved his fingers, picked up a large stream of water from the mountain stream, and extinguished the fire in the cave.

   “Okay, now we have to go elsewhere.” Fang Chang clapped his hands, ready to leave here.

  He left behind two large bags of salt found from the Tiger Demon, and a letter found in the cave.

  (end of this chapter)