MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 500 【This seems not enough】

  Chapter 500 [This seems not enough]

  Of course, according to Fang Chang’s understanding of the management, the city gods will only learn what happened in their reports after the patrolling messengers swarmed up to solve the problem, even at the gate of the city god’s temple.

The young man sighed: "Since that's the case, when I'm doing business in front of the Town God's Temple, I will buy some incense candles as a tribute to the Lord Chenghuang. I have lived in the city for so long. I really didn't expect to have the blessing of the Lord Chenghuang." Now, now that I know it, I naturally have to express something."

Then, with some regret and fear, he recalled the process just now, and said to himself: "I didn't know that Lord Chenghuang could cure this kind of thing. I thought I would run to death on the street or be murdered by this gangster." I can't survive tonight."

Fang Chang recalled what he had seen before, he smiled and said to the young man: "I know you, you are the assistant in the yamen, I was walking on the street that day, and I saw that you were arguing with a watermelon selling theory and won the attention of the people around you. The house is full of cheers. Why is this cleverness not needed when you are running for your life?"

  The young man sneered and said;

   "This dark ghost can't understand what I say at all. Even if I have a lot of skills in my mouth, I can't use it at this time. Then I get anxious, and I can't think of running to the Temple of the City God."

   Fang Chang nodded and said to the young man:

   "Seeing that you are tired and scared tonight, you must be uncomfortable. Go back and rest earlier."

"Yeah, then I'll go first." The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Usually I don't think so, but now that I'm being chased by this thing, I suddenly think of it and regret not spending more time with my family... Sigh, I Just go home and miss them."

  After speaking, the young assistant Mi Yucheng turned around and walked towards his home without looking back.

   Seeing the other party's figure disappear from the corner of the street, Fang Chang refocused on his feet.

  After being tied up, this dark ghost kept struggling, with great strength, and tried to get out and escape into the ground several times. However, the Fanglong rope was worn by him for several years, and it was no longer an ordinary thing. It tightly bound the ghost, making it impossible for it to break free.

  Furthermore, Fang Chang stepped on the ghost's back with one foot, firmly controlling the situation.

  With his strength enough to move mountains and fill seas, even if the ghosts below are a hundred times stronger, they won't have a chance to come back.

  Fang Chang looked at the ghost under his feet, tried it, and found that he couldn't communicate, so he gave up. Then he stretched out his hand, looked at the starry sky and calculated, trying to catch the slightest feeling in his spiritual sense.

  However, this did not work.

  Different from the cover-up of the celestial phenomena in the previous catastrophe, this time the feeling is very weird, as if the celestial phenomena cannot show the whole picture for the time being, the result is very strange and difficult to read out.

   "Forget it, let's take it back to the cliff first."

   Fang Chang shook his head and thought, then he lifted the ghost under his feet by the rope, and then untied the backpack with the other hand, and rummaged inside.

   Fortunately, there were enough miscellaneous items in the backpack, so he chose a finger-length small porcelain bottle filled with medicine, lifted the lid, and then pointed the ghost in his hand at the mouth of the bottle, and stuffed it straight in. The ghost let out an earth-shattering howl, but the howl was also silenced by Fang Chang, and then he obediently stuffed it into the bottle and sealed it.

   Gently blowing on the filled bottle to make it firmer, Fang Chang put the bottle in his arms, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

  At this point of time, it is obviously inappropriate to go to the inn.

   On the contrary, the big tree next to it has luxuriant branches and leaves, and is strong and suitable for treating people. So Fang Chang lightly jumped up the treetop, found a gentle tree branch, lay down and closed his eyes until the eastern sky turned white again.

  People in most industries wake up very early. They take advantage of the morning light to prepare raw materials, seize stalls, and clean up the environment... In short, this city wakes up much earlier than the outside villages and towns. As the sky became brighter, people in the streets and alleys began to flow, working or trading.

   "There are all kinds of breakfast, everyone, come and see, it is cheap and affordable, eat a bowl, and you will have strength all morning." The stall owner kept yelling.

   Fang Chang stepped forward and looked at the diners on the surrounding tables.

  So he said to the stall owner, "Here's a big bowl of wontons, and a few sesame seed cakes."

Hearing this, the stall owner immediately raised his head from his busy work and responded, "Okay, wait a moment, sir, I'll make wontons for you after I finish making these dumplings. "

   While speaking, the stall owner and his wife had already filled the cage with buns.

Then the stall owner's wife immediately seized the opportunity to take the cage full of steamed buns back for steaming, while the stall owner held a strainer and counted the appropriate number of wrapped wontons from the box, and put them in the large pot next to them. Among the splashes that bloomed on the surface of the water due to boiling.

  The stall owner also picked up the bowl next to it, poured a few traces of egg liquid into it, and made beautiful egg flowers.

People came here from time to time, and the two stall owners were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground. They quickly responded to each customer's needs, handing over the fried dough sticks, sesame balls, sesame seed cakes, etc. they wanted, and then according to the corresponding order. It is required to serve soups such as rice porridge, millet porridge, mung bean porridge, tofu brain, and soy milk together.

The water in the pot boiled again, guessing that the time was about the same, the stall owner took an empty bowl and put it beside him, then held a strainer in one hand and a spoon in the other, and scooped up the wontons and egg flowers in the big pot with the strainer. Pour into the bowl, and at the same time, the spoon in the left hand also pours the hot soup in the spoon onto the bowl.

   Sprinkle some finely chopped shrimp skins, and let customers add some chopped coriander according to their own taste, and the wontons will instantly become attractive.

  Fang Chang quickly finished his breakfast and walked towards the market.

  He sells pancakes these days, and because the business is very good, he makes a lot of money. Fang Chang was going to continue what he had done before, which was to exchange the money he earned into piglets, cattle and sheep, and bring them back to the cliff to raise them in the vast forest on the cliff, so that they don't need to be specially fed, and it is convenient to eat.

   I often patronize the business of this shop owner. The other party sees that Fang Chang is very familiar with him. After listening to the request, he selects the livestock seedlings neatly, collects the money and delivers the goods in one go.

  However, Fang Chang was not in a hurry to turn back to Xianqi Cliff.

  He took a detour and walked to the corner of the street where he had sold pancakes before.

   Sure enough, he saw Yang Yiyuan.

   This young man, who had learned how to make pancakes from him before, was standing in front of the stall, skillfully spreading pancakes for sale.

  However, while he was working, he looked at the crowd on both sides with somewhat expectant eyes from time to time, as if he was looking for someone to appear. But every time, Yang Yiyuan could only look away in disappointment, or was distracted by the voice of the customer, and continued with the work at hand.

   Thank you Dongpo Periti, Ryzee, I am a killer with no emotions for the reward.

  (end of this chapter)