Countryside Magic Doctor

To be honest, he really felt that it was a bit evil. After all, there was a morgue right in front of his shop. That would be awkward. Think about eating. Who wouldn't want to have a good meal? Who would be happy to go to such an unlucky place?    

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked, "Oh, I really didn't know that you seemed to be a master!    

"That's not it." What Faang Zhiqin said was not true, but his heart was filled with joy. Cultivator, who didn't want to be called an expert?    

He touched the short black beard on his chin and pretended to be profound. He said, "I advise you to treat the Feng Shui here well. For example, the red stakes on top. What do you want those things for? Hurry up and leave. If you ask me, that thing is too murderous. It's easy to disturb the other side. I didn't intend to do anything to you. But now that you've done this, even if there's nothing else, I have to find something for you! "    

"Ah!" The shopkeeper turned pale with fright. "I have to deal with this properly!"    

However, Faang Zhiqin still felt that he did not do enough. He pointed at the threshold under his feet and said, "There is also a problem with this threshold!"    

"What problem is there?" The shopkeeper was a little strange. What did a small threshold have to do with Feng Shui? He felt that Faang Zhiqin was trying to trick him.    

Faang Zhiqin pointed at the threshold that led to the kitchen and said, "Take down the two gates or take down the one inside. The inner gate is higher than the outer gate. It is like a staircase. Do you want to lure those Ah Piao to the door? "    

"Eh!" After pondering for a while, the innkeeper felt that it made sense, so he hurriedly said, "Coincidentally, I have a few workers who are eating here. I'll ask them to help repair it. You just sit here and take a look. I'll prepare some food and wine for you. How about you eat it so that I can give you some guidance? "    

"Alright, alright, alright!" Faang Zhiqin said.    

A trace of pride appeared on the corner of his mouth. He casually sat down on the chair. The boss went to invite a few workers to unload the wooden stakes at the door and even moved two ladders. Just like that, they started to work, and Faang Zhiqin sat there. He gulped down the wine bit by bit.    

Not long after, he felt a little dizzy.    

This was normal!    

How could the traditional wine of the Heavenly Dynasty have such a high degree? Faang Zhiqin, a person who stepped into the Penglai Island Paradise a thousand years ago, had never drunk such a high degree of wine before? It did not take long for him to feel a little drunk. Logically speaking, the Cultivator naturally did not care about these things. It was fine to use the Genuine Qi to force the alcohol out, but Faang Zhiqin did not do so. He shook his wine glass and looked in front of him. He pointed as he said, "Withdraw all these wooden stakes. Yes, this is it... "    

At this moment, the workers were dismantling a wooden stake. It started to shake and then suddenly fell from the sky. The person in the middle was instantly sent flying with blood and screams. Faang Zhiqin was also awake, and he looked ahead with a surprised expression on his face. What the hell? Why did such a big thing happen?    

The boss also panicked. Faang Zhiqin had wanted to save someone. However, this person suddenly became cold. There was no way to save him if he became cold. After thinking for a while, he was worried that he would be involved in a human life lawsuit. Faang Zhiqin decisively wiped the oil off his feet and prepared to escape. Right at this moment... The boss reacted and grabbed him. Then he snapped, "This is a good thing you did..."    

"You can't blame me for this..." Faang Zhiqin said while gasping for air.    

"Why can't I blame you? If you didn't ask me to tear down this wooden stake, would this have happened?" The shopkeeper scolded him harshly. He was an honest man when Faang Zhiqin stopped talking. Or rather, he was an otaku. It was mainly because he had been cultivating all year round. This was a good thing. Everyone else was indulging in alcohol and sex. He was obsessed with cultivation, but this resulted in a flaw.    

He was not a good talker!    

Furthermore, there was one point in which the books he read were all sage books, which was Teacher Kong. His moral standards were stringent, and even if he was caught, he would feel ashamed. He did not intend to run away. With a wave of his sleeve, he said righteously, "I will not change my name. Faang Zhiqin, you can't run away. Why should I be here? "    

At 11 o'clock in the night, in an interrogation room of a small police station, Faang Zhiqin was handcuffed to a confession chair. A man in front of him asked sternly, "Name!"    

"Faang Zhiqin." Faang Zhiqin's face was not red, nor did he breathe. He said calmly. After that, perhaps he was worried that others would not understand the meaning of his name, so he added, "The word Zhiqin comes from the poetry book. It is the only thing that is respected, and the only thing that is respected is diligence. My father took one word each, and his name was Faang Zhiqin. "    

"His name is not bad. Why doesn't he do human things?" The man sitting opposite Faang Zhiqin said.    

"That's enough. I won't ask you any more questions. Take out your ID card." The man said.    

"What is an ID card?" the man asked. Faang Zhiqin frowned and said in surprise, How would he know about this?    

"Where did you come from?" The man on the other side asked again.    

"Penglai Island Paradise!" Faang Zhiqin was an honest man. He did not feel that what he said was inappropriate and spoke bluntly.    

"Stop your f * cking nonsense." The veins on the forehead of the person interrogating him bulged as he berated sternly. He felt that this Faang Zhiqin in front of him was a f * cking repeat offender, pretending to be stupid here. Pretending to be crazy, "If you dare to play tricks here again, don't blame us for being impolite!"    

"It's really Penglai Island Paradise. Why don't you believe it? Why are all of you yamen bailiffs like this?" Faang Zhiqin said with a frown.    

"Is Little Song really crazy?" The middle-aged man who was in charge of supervising ___ said.    

"Nowadays, there are very few criminals pretending to be crazy?" Little Song opened his mouth and said.    

"Who cares if he's real or fake. Call a few experts over to give it a try!"    

"That's a really good idea..."    

...    

The next morning, after Hee Feng woke up, the black color on his body had gradually fallen off. He was a little sad, this was the skin color of a superior person. The kind that could receive a scholarship without learning anything. And the amount wasn't small either. It was a few hundred thousand, but now it was gone. It was really sad. He couldn't help but feel like he had lost a large sum of money.    

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The Head Elder was holding a tray respectfully outside, preparing breakfast for Hee Feng. He said, "Boss, please get up and eat."    

"Okay." Hee Feng stretched and jumped up from the bed. He had not slept for long last night and was busy with cultivation. He did not have time to sleep.    

After walking out of the room, the living room was already tidied up. It seemed that the Great Elder was quite suitable to do the work of these servants. For those who had betrayed him before, Hee Feng would never have any pity for them. In his opinion, all of this was a punishment. He casually sat down.