Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 40 - . Note it down in the notebook

After discussing the future, Hui Neng finally noticed the words "black sister" on Han Li's face. "What is this?"

Fang Zhou told Hui Neng what had just happened, omitting the fact that his own nose could smell the scent of grass.

After listening, Hui Neng looked solemn: "I didn't expect those ghosts to start stirring again."

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Fang Zhou asked, "Master, was this temple haunted before?"

Hui Neng nodded and clarified to Fang Zhou and Han Li.

It turns out that Wild Tomb Ridge was previously called Immortal's Tomb, a geomantically treasured site where many high officials from previous dynasties were buried, including the imperial mausoleum of one of the emperors.

However, since the fall of that dynasty, seemingly tied to the fate of the nation, the geomantic treasure of Immortal's Tomb was also destroyed. The souls of the dead buried there gathered together, nourished by the yin energy of the land veins, and gradually transformed into ghosts.

Lanruo Temple was harassed by these ghosts, which is why it had to move to another building, letting the old site completely fall into ruin.

Fang Zhou stared at her with an unhappy expression: "Master, you didn't mention this when we arrived."

Hui Neng put his palms together and sighed, "Ah, those ghosts haven't been active for many years, they reappeared tonight perhaps because there were too many outsiders at the temple this year."

Fang Zhou wanted to say more, but suddenly screams came from a distance.

Hui Neng hurriedly said, "Both of you, go see what happened first, while I change my clothes and follow you shortly."

Fang Zhou and Han Li exchanged glances and had no choice but to leave the courtyard and head towards where the screams were coming from.

The screams originated from the front courtyard of Lanruo Temple, where many trees were planted. Upon arriving, they saw many people hanging from these trees, all outsiders who came for treasure hunting, and not a single monk.

All of these people's limbs were bound in reverse, the pain in their joints making them scream as they swung back and forth, turning the entire Lanruo Temple noisy.

Other un-hung outsiders were also awakened, and understandably, every one of their faces was written on with green liquid or painted with a turtle, one person's hair was even dyed green most tragically.

With such eerie events unfolding, everyone was like a frightened bird, not daring to make any sudden moves, just as Han Li had thought, if someone could silently draw and write on faces, killing someone would be even easier.

Only when the monks also appeared were the people on the trees rescued, and Hui Neng, having changed clothes, also hurried over.

"What exactly happened, grand monk?"

"Monk, you must give us an explanation!"

Seeing Hui Neng appear, the outsiders immediately confronted her, especially those who were bizarrely hung in their sleep.

Seeing the crowd was noisy and explanations unclear, Hui Neng could only bring everyone to the main hall and explain the matter of the ghosts.

However, after listening, these people weren't quite convinced: "Then how come you monks are all fine?"

Indeed, neither were the monks hung up, nor were their faces drawn on.

Hui Neng gave a wry smile, only able to patiently explain: "Everyone, many years ago the ghosts frequently disturbed our temple, and us monks were often tricked too, not to hide it from you, I myself was hung on a tree in the middle of the night, but later on, the ghosts did not show up anymore, probably having lost interest in us monks. Perhaps the vigorous vitality of you who have come from afar recently has reactivated those long-silent ghosts."

This explanation seemed reasonable, and at this moment, a person stepped forward, pointing at Fang Zhou: "Then why is he fine?"

This person was none other than the athletic woman who stayed not far from Fang Zhou, her face was also marked with several traces.

Fang Zhou's expression darkened, not expecting this woman to step forward and direct the blame towards him, feeling even more certain that this person harbored hostility towards him, only not knowing where this hostility came from.

Other people also looked towards Fang Zhou, in so many colorful and green faces, his clean one was indeed conspicuous.

"That's right, how is he fine?"

Again, someone jumped out, and it turned out to be the four women who had provoked Fang Zhou during dinner tonight: "Are you colluding with these monks to monopolize the secret treasure?"

Indeed, after sobering up, these four felt indignant, believing that Fang Zhou had taken advantage by launching a sneak attack. Now seizing the opportunity, they jumped out to cause trouble and even went as far as to frame and slander him.

Fang Zhou silently noted these five people in his mental notebook, then pondered how to explain himself.

Just then, the usually silent Han Li suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Fang is not uninvolved."

She pointed at the back of Fang Zhou's neck: "Mr. Fang has a mark here too."

Fang Zhou immediately realized that the ghost in the room indeed had touched his neck, but he hadn't noticed any mark left on himself. Han Li must have seen it while following behind him.

He turned around, and everyone saw a green mark on the back of his neck.

With this, the accusations of those five women against Fang Zhou became groundless.

Hui Neng also timely stepped forward and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be assured, although the ghost caused a commotion, it has not harmed anyone's life, at most it has left marks that are difficult to wash off."

Indeed, there were no casualties tonight, but as soon as they heard the marks were hard to clean, everyone immediately panicked.

"What do we do, master?"

"Don't panic."

Hui Neng smiled and said: "Just wash with the incense ash water from our temple and it will clean right off."

She was a bit tempted to charge money for the incense ash water, but ultimately refrained. If she had asked for money, these people might have flipped Lanruo Temple upside down.

Seeing everyone's attention diverted and unable to continue framing Fang Zhou, the aggressive woman shrugged her shoulders regretfully, and gave Fang Zhou a malicious smile, highly irritating.

Fang Zhou silently watched her, feeling an urge to release a fireball and blast her face away.

As for the other four, they'll be dealt with when the opportunity arises.

After Hui Neng used incense ash water to clean everyone's marks and repeatedly assured that there was no threat to life, the crowd finally dispersed.

Fang Zhou and Han Li returned to their quarters and met the returning Ling Xiaoyue.

Fang Zhou frowned and said, "Where have you been running around happily?"

"Untamed disciple, watch your tone when you speak to your master."

With hands on her hips, Lig Xiaoyue said: "Of course, I was chasing that ghost."

Both Fang Zhou and Han Li were surprised and said in unison: "Did you catch it?"

Ling Xiaoyue lay down, propping up her legs, hummed: "Ah, your master chased it so far, chased until my feet are sore. If only someone would massage them for me."

Fang Zhou kicked towards her: "Spill it!"

Ling Xiaoyue deftly dodged, continuing to prop her legs, her toes wiggling.

Han Li hesitated: "I..."

"No need!"

Furious, Fang Zhou raised his hand to stop her, gritting his teeth: "Step aside, I'm her disciple, it's my place to do so!"

He grabbed Ling Xiaoyue's foot, activated the Qi Gathering Technique, channeled spiritual energy into his fingers, and with all his might, pinched down hard on her calf.

With that grip, even a stone could be crushed.