777 Midnigh (1/2)
”Mister, someone is eavesdropping!”
”It's that Cowherd again!”
”So it's Jiang Wang!”
The schoolchildren started to gossip, wishing for more chaos.
”Silence!” Fang Yuan hit his ruler. The naughty children shuddered and no longer dared to speak nor move.
He stroked his beard and walked out the door.
A child in hemp clothes was seen on the floor. Evidently, he had been scared and fell off the window.
Fang Yuan knew this child as well. His name was Jiang Wang, and his impoverished family lived in a small house. Both of his parents worked for the rich in town, relying on temporary jobs for their livelihoods.
He had started to help his parents with their work or herd cattle and goats for others since he was six years old. Therefore, he had the nickname Cowherd.
He was in a completely different social stratum from the children in the classroom.
But this child was clever. Even though he could not afford the tuition, he used his spare time to listen in on the lessons from outside the classroom.
Fang Yuan was disinclined to bother with him and let it be.
But he purely made a whimsical decision today.
”Greetings, Teacher!”
Jiang Wang stood up and greeted Fang Yuan, his eyes teary and face red from shyness.
”Hmm. The essence of books lies in one's manners. You've absorbed the knowledge from books…”
Fang Yuan nodded and then shook his head. He felt somewhat lost as he saw the purple Qi in the child's aura.
Actually, if he were a common Immortal or God instead of a Demon Master, he would probably not have discovered the evil spirit dwelling in this child.
So evil force is supporting him. No wonder he's been clever since a young age. After all, the Mental Demon power can even help a fool become smart…
”Manners must not be omitted!” Jiang Wang clenched his teeth. ”I listened to the lesson today without paying, so I'll definitely pay in the future!”
”Oh? You're ambitious! However… youths should behave like youths. It's not always a good thing to be precocious!” Fang Yuan stepped forward holding the ruler and hit Jiang Wang's head three times. ”Go rest! Go rest!”
The naughty children in the classroom burst into laughter, and only Lin Shoucheng appeared thoughtful as he witnessed the scene.
…
”I've fused the Mental Demon realm traversing technique into the Dream Master's techniques. My divine spirit is already able to traverse realms, so I should give it a try… However, I still need some materials…
”Ancient Netherworld's method requires the use of a hexagram stone, but it's only found in the Mental Demon Realm. How could I possibly find it in the Spiritual Realm? Nevertheless, my Dao of Dream Master doesn't have a high standard for materials, and I can absolutely find a substitute…”
His job as a teacher only occupied a few hours every day.
After he casually completed his work for the day, Fang Yuan drove the children away and closed the door of his thatched hut. He sat down cross-legged, his eyes glistening.
”I will advance to the Demon God realm with the Dao of Dream Master!”
After quickly regulating his breath, Fang Yuan stood up and strolled slowly to a temple.
The temple was small but significant to the county town. What they worshiped here was not a City God or other gods, but a Vajrasattva that conquered demons.
Although the gates of the temple were wide open, there were not many visitors.
There was a giant pine tree in the front courtyard, its branches twisting like dragons and its leaves falling gently to the ground.
”So Master Fang is here. Master is in the middle of cultivation, so please have a cup of tea first!”
When the two disciples who were slumbering at the doors saw that Fang Yuan was here, their eyes lit up immediately, trotting inside to inform their master.
”It's fine. I can wait for Daoist Qing He!”
Fang Yuan went to the back hall on his own and drank the tea served by the disciples. He obviously knew the place very well.
An elderly Daoist entered the hall when Fang Yuan had finished half a cup of tea. ”Master Fang, what brings you here?”
He was energetic and looked only forty or fifty years old. He was a bit handsome as he walked steadily, his big sleeves flapping in the wind.
This was Daoist Qing He, the master of this temple.
”I've recently had some gains from cultivation and want to refine a few magic artifacts… So I'm here to ask for your assistance!” Fang Yuan smiled.
Daoist Qing He was a real cultivator. While he had stagnated at the True Cultivator level, he had a cultivation of Essence Soul, which was sufficient for him to make a living in the mortal world.
As far as Fang Yuan knew, he was originally a disciple of a big sect but was expelled due to some misbehavior. Nevertheless, he was still fortunate, as his cultivation was not destroyed.
Although Fang Yuan was here to be a medium hermit, he maintained his interest in the cultivation realm. Thus, he had disguised himself and became friends with Daoist Qing He.
”Mister Fang, you're cultivating a Dao that fuses into the world. My cultivation is far from yours!” Daoist Qing He said seriously.
This master had cultivated at home and seemed to be at Essence Soul, but he was very knowledgeable. Every discussion with him made the Daoist feel enlightened, so the elderly Daoist dared not show any disrespect. ”What do you need, Mister?”