"Sir, someone eavesdrops!"

"It's that cowherd again!"

"It's Jiang Wang!"

Several schoolchildren immediately started talking, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"quiet!"

Fang Yuan knocked on the ruler, and the naughty boys suddenly felt excited and did not dare to talk or move.

He stroked his beard and walked outside the door.

I saw a little boy in a mai fall to the ground in a mess, obviously falling from the window because he was so scared that he fell down.

Fang Yuan also knew this little ghost, named Jiang Wang. He was from a poor family and had no place to stand. His parents all rely on short-term work for wealthy families in the city.

Since he was six years old, he has been helping his family work or going out to help others grazing cattle and sheep, so he has the nickname of a cowherd.

It is completely incomparable to these children who can sit upright in school and read literature.

However, this child has been smart since childhood. Even if he can't pay the tuition, he will use his spare time to come here to steal the tuition.

Fang Yuan was too lazy to bother with him, so he turned a blind eye and then passed by.

Today is purely a whim.

"Sir, polite!"

Jiang Wang got up in tears, blushed again, and bowed to Fang Yuan.

"Well, rituals are the basis of books, you have read the book to your core..."

Fang Yuan nodded, shook his head again, looking at the trace of purple aura in this aura, and was also a little sad.

In fact, it is him, the demon lord. Otherwise, if an ordinary immortal god faces each other, he might not be able to discover the evil spirits lurking in the bodies of these seven or eight-year-old children.

‘It’s no wonder that I have been able to be very clear-headed since I was a child. After all, it’s useless to support a fool with the power of my heart…’

"The courtesy cannot be abolished!"

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth: "I listened to the teacher's lecture today, but I didn't have any preparations, so I will definitely make up for it in the future!"

"Oh? I have ambition! But... a teenager must look like a teenager, and being old may not be a good thing!"

Fang Yuan held the ruler and knocked Jiang Wang hard three times on the head: "Go and rest! Go and rest!"

The naughty boys in the hall laughed loudly, only Lin Shoucheng looked at this scene, his eyes filled with thoughts.

...

"The method of breaking the realm of the inner demon has been completely integrated into the dream master. There is no problem with the soul shuttle. You should try it...but, some materials are needed..."

"Although Minggu's inner demon is orthodox, he needs six-pointed star stone, which is a specialty of the inner demon world, where is there in the spiritual world? However, my dream master's way originally requires no high requirements for materials, and it can be completely replaced..."

The career of being a child is only a few hours a day.

After fooling around, Fang Yuan drove away these naughty boys, closed the hut, sat cross-legged, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

"Just using the way of the dream master, I will help me to reach the realm of the Demon God!"

After adjusting his breath slightly, Fang Yuan got up, walked slowly, and came to a Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is not big, but it can occupy a place in the county town. It is not the city god and other gods, but a Vajra subdue demons.

Although the middle door was wide open at this time, there were not many pilgrims.

In the courtyard in front, there is also a huge pine and cypress tree with branches hovering like a dragon, and fluffy needles are falling slowly.

"It turns out to be Mr. Fang. My master is doing his best. Please have a cup of tea first!"

Two Taoist boys who were dozing off by the door saw Fang Yuan coming, their eyes lit up, and they ran in and reported.

"It's okay, let's wait for Taoist Qinghe!"

Fang Yuan came to the back hall by himself and drank the tea offered by the Taoist boy, which was obviously very familiar.

After half a cup of tea, an old Taoist walked into the hall: "Mr. Fang, what wind blows you?"

He was energetic and blushed, looking only about forty or fifty years old, with steady steps and fluttering sleeves, and quite a bit heroic.

This is the master of this Taoist temple, Taoist Qinghe.

"I have gained something recently in my mind. I want to practice a few magic weapons... I'm here to fight Qiufeng with you, the bull's nose!"

Fang Yuan smiled slightly.

This Taoist Qinghe is a true cultivator. Although he is still in the stage of cultivation, he has the cultivation of the soul, which is enough to be able to eat in the mortal world.

As far as Fang Yuan knew, he was originally a disciple of a major sect, but he was expelled from the sect for committing crimes, but he was not abolished from his practice, which is considered a blessing.

Although he was hidden here, he still had some interest in the world of cultivation, so he pretended to become friends with this old Taoist Qinghe.

"Mr. Fang, you practice the way of entering the world, and you are full of literary spirit. I am far from comparable to that!"

The old Taoist Qinghe said solemnly.

Although this lay Buddhist who practices at home seems to have only the cultivation of the soul, his vision and knowledge are extraordinary. Even discussing the Taoist teachings with the other party, he always feels enlightened. He wants to turn his head and worship as his master. The old Taoist naturally dared not control it: "I don't know what sir needs?"

"It's not a rare thing, a three hundred-year-old peach wood heart, the rat hair of the red fire rat, and three or two stardust sand..."

Fang Yuan said calmly.

"The rat hair of the Red Fire Rat... is a bit difficult. As for the other two things, the old Taoist happened to have it here. Qingfeng and Mingyue, go and get the materials!"

Taoist Qinghe stroked his beard.

"Thank you, I will settle the settlement with the spirit crystal!"

Fang Yuan pretended to reach out into his arms.

"No, no, the old Taoist practiced yesterday and had two questions and puzzled. If the gentleman could give me some advice, I would give these two to the gentleman!"

The old Taoist Qinghe shook his hands and a sly look appeared in his eyes.

"Well...you ask!"

Seeing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

This old man came out of the sect and had nowhere to solve his doubts. He had long regarded him as a savior.

Fang Yuan was also happy to do so. He supported this old man and could occasionally listen to some news from the world of cultivation.

"The first thing is that when the old Taoist practiced recently, he always felt that his qi and blood were restless, and his soul was in the aspect of his soul..."

After some discussion, the old Taoist was immediately satisfied and took the initiative to say a message: "Thank you, Mr. for answering questions and answering questions. In addition, Panasonic Prefecture seems not to be very peaceful recently. I hope Mr. pays more attention!"

"Oh? What happened?"

Fang Yuan stared at the local snake with interest.

"It should be some connection with the Shinto... However, Miaoxian Sect also spent a lot of money this time, and even the young sect leader sent it out. The gentleman may have heard of her name, but Zhihua!"

The old Taoist Qinghe said respectfully.

"Zhihua? That new brothel top brand?"

Fang Yuan touched his chin, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

...

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.

Inside the thatched cottage, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, threw out all kinds of materials, pinched his hand gestures, and finally refined them into a blood-red crystal.

"What I really need is only three or two star sand and peach wood heart. The rest of the materials, pieced together from the previous savings, is almost the same!"

At this moment, as his fingers slide, a golden hexagram symbol suddenly appeared on the surface of the blood-colored crystal.

After a while, the gold and blood-red converge, and the crystals turn into an ordinary stone.

"The task is done, and next, I will experiment. At the beginning, I can completely distract myself from such things, and I don't have to take risks..."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment and immediately made a decision.

At this time, he looked at the gate of the cottage and a curve appeared to the corner of his mouth.

"Shoucheng... Isn't it bad for us to disturb Mr. in the middle of the night?"

A tender voice came, it was Jiang Wang.

And who is the blue-shirt doll with him, who is Lin Shoucheng who was named by Fang Yuan today?

"Don't worry, my idea is right!"

Lin Shoucheng was holding a string of candied haws in his hand: "Sir knocked on the back of your head three times, obviously it had a deep meaning. He asked you to go to find him in the middle of the night. Isn't it like this in the play? Xu Liu got to know the immortal and was unable to become a disciple. Later, he was knocked by his master three times and came to the door in the middle of the night before he got the true teachings!"

Speaking of this, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes: "Even if you guessed wrong, it doesn't matter. At most, you will be scolded by the teacher, but I don't think so. Look, the lights in the cottage are still on, and the teacher is about to secretly accept you as his disciple."

"I just want to go to Caotang to listen to the lecture in the future, and I am so grateful!"

Hearing Lin Shoucheng's encouragement, Jiang Wang let out a long breath.

The two little kids looked at me, and I looked at you. In the end, Jiang Wang was pushed by Lin Shoucheng and stumbled into the thatched cottage: "Good... Meet sir."
To be continued...