C3 Wangmu deceiving weak soil

Combined with Yang Fenglin's time and position when he went out, and his own pure yin, it was not wrong to say that the three branches of Shennong's branch would be called "Shennong". Moreover, Yang Fenglin's subsequent appearance of being unconscious, being afraid of the cold, sweating and other signs indicated that this was Mwangkai Earth, a phenomenon endangering one's life and essence.

But why did it not work at all? Yang Fenglin had already offered incense and prayers, offered fasting and tea, and then used the ground six times to use the White Tiger as a roadblock to counter the golden aura coming from the southwest.

There were only two possibilities. One was that the old grave that Mr Tzu had violated was not an element of the Southwest of the Three Houses of the Earth, and the second was that the evil that the Poplar Phoenix Forest had provoked was something extremely powerful.

Mr. Tzu was thinking about the lunch that had been prepared by his wife and invited him to take a seat. At this time, Mister Zi did not even have the mood to eat, he just barely sat down on the table and casually played with two bowls, then carefully looked at Yang Fenglin's mental state. Although it was much better than when he was unconscious on the bed previously, and he could also eat and walk, it was still clearly not a normal person's appearance. If this state continued for another three to five days, then he would definitely be as sick as a mountain, and if he continued for another half a month to a month, his life would be in danger.

If it wasn't a lonely grave, then there was something strange. What was strange about it? Mr. Tzu could not guess.

In the end, as he thought about it, he felt that there was something weird about that towering banyan tree. There were two reasons for this: First, it was a wasteland, and a forest was formed from a single tree; second, it was surrounded by the rotten roots of other trees. This proved that there were other trees in that place, but they all died one by one, so why would the other trees die while the great banyan tree was completely unscathed?

With this thought in mind, Mister Zi immediately went to verify it. Thus, he left Old Yang's house by himself and headed in the direction of the great banyan tree.

After walking for about seven to eight minutes, they had passed the hundreds of meters under the palanquin top and could see the great banyan tree that covered the sky and formed a forest on its own.

The great banyan tree stood alone on a piece of barren land. Within a radius of a hundred meters, there were only a few small shrubs and some weeds over the old grave in the southwest. Other than that, there were no other trees.

This time, Mr. Zi looked more carefully. When he saw the tree's posture of dominating a region, the suspicion in his heart grew a bit firmer. Thus, he walked closer to take a look.

It was already around two or three in the afternoon. It was a cold winter afternoon, and the sun was shining warmly on the ground, so the climate in the northwest of Yunnan was not as sharp as in the north. The afternoon sun was the warmest, but the moment Mister Zi stepped under the great banyan tree, he immediately felt waves of cold, as if he was in the middle of an early morning with a cold wind blowing from the north.

Mister Zi raised his head to look at the entire large tree and discovered something strange.

There was not a single bird nest on the branches of such a large banyan tree. Furthermore, there wasn't a single trace of bird droppings on the ground. It was obvious that there weren't any traces of birds moving around, which was very strange.

Mr. Banyan tree had seen a lot, but every banyan tree was naturally a paradise for birds due to its luxuriant foliage. All kinds of birds rushed to build their homes on the top of the tree, making it bustling with noise and excitement, and there was even a pile of bird poop under the tree.

Carrying all kinds of doubts, Mr. Zi stood at the foot of the great banyan tree and slowly closed his eyes. He placed his hand on top of the great banyan tree and muttered, "... The brilliant sun rose into the east. Once the godly axe was severed, he would be long gone from this place. "I've been ordered by the Old Lord to do this …"

What Mister Zi said was the "Wood Extraction Curse", a secret spell from the Mystical Heavenly Book.

Once Mister Daji finished his incantation, the big tree suddenly trembled and countless rotten leaves fell from the tree. Some of the branches among them directly smashed towards Mister Zi.

Fortunately, Mr Zi was agile and could leap several meters before being hit.

"Great!" Wang Mu was bullying the weak! "I have only read about it in the ancient books, I didn't expect that I would meet it in the real world today!" Mister Zi shouted loudly, his eyes like lightning as he walked three laps around the tree like a bolt of lightning. He shouted, "If the tree dares to bully others, it actually defies the will of the heavens. I'll make your prehistoric era!" With that, he flicked his sleeves and left, returning to the Yang family of seven. He already had a plan in mind.

Wangmu bullies the weak. According to the theory of the five elements of yin and yang, metal countered wood, and wood countered earth. According to the theory of the boundary between man and spirit, although humans and trees were at the same level, it was very difficult for them to produce the principle of living and restraining and transforming each other. Unless the trees were strong and weak, where the great banyan tree dominated a region, it would gain the aura of a king of trees.

Mr. Tzu returned to Old Yang's family of seven and wrote down two names. He told Old Yang to run to the village and find someone. Mr. Tzu Tzu asked the two of them to come to the Yang family in Wan Zi Village tomorrow to help.

After all, this was a matter concerning his son's life, who would dare to delay their father?

After Yang had left, he asked her to find three objects: first, an iron plow head over three years of arable land; second, a machete that had been used to chop wood for more than five years; and third, a poker that had been used by rural people for more than ten years.

These were all common objects used in the countryside, so it wasn't difficult to find them. She remembered them in her heart and quickly went to the neighboring house to look for the three items that were needed by Mister Zi.

After the two of them left, Mister Zi took a look at Yang Fenglin's complexion. At this moment, Yang Fenglin's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

"What do you think?" asked Mr. Tsukiko, with concern in his voice.

"It's just that I feel cold and weak all over!" Yang Fenglin replied truthfully.

"This kind of cold is from the inside to the outside. No matter how many clothes you wear, or how many blankets you change, it's unavoidable …" Mr. Tzu said.

"Mhmm!" Yang Fenglin nodded vigorously, and the admiration in his heart for Mister Zi increased.

"Only by getting closer to the fire will you be better! You'd better go and sit in front of the kitchen stove. It'll be better! " Mr. Tzu said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fenglin quickly followed her instructions, and very quickly, she found the items that Mister Zi needed. Yang Lao Qi also rushed back, informing Mr. Zi that the two of them had agreed to arrive on time.

Mr. Zi nodded, looking at the big black dog at Old Seven's door and the old buffalo in the circle, then said to Old Seven Yang, "Let your black dog and buffalo be full tonight, they will be of great use tomorrow!"

After making all the arrangements, Mr. Zi stayed at Old Yang's house on the same night.

The next day at daybreak, the two of them arrived at Old Yang's house early despite the cold that had pressed down on them for the whole night.

The two people that had come were an old man and a young man. The old man was about 50 years old. He was from Sanyou Village, one of the 18 officials of Sanyou Village in Sanchuan, and his name was Liu Dexing. The young one was a young man in his early twenties. When he was young, he was one of the 18 officials of Jiuwan, Luo Junxian.

He had already counted the eight characters of the two of them, so he invited them over.

Among the two, Liu Dexing's eight words were: "The year of Hengxu, the month of Hengchen, the day of Hengsheng, and the year of Hengchen." Amongst the eight characters, there was a golden glow.

Luo Junxian's eight words were: "C Yin Year", "A Xin Yue", "C Zi Day", and "C Shen Time". The eight characters were like a huge fire.

It wasn't that their eight characters were very good, but this time they needed Jin Wang and Huo Yan, and the two of them just happened to meet the requirements.

When the two of them arrived at Old Yang's house and saw Mr. Zi, they showed a respectful expression, as if it was their honor to be able to serve him.

At the same time, Mister Zi had also prepared all the items he needed, such as iron ploughs, large machetes, and iron fire pincers, all in the courtyard of Old Yang's seventh house. These were all objects that could be used frequently in the countryside. As they had been used all year round, their surface had already been polished till they were exceptionally smooth and bright. After these three items appeared, Mr. Zi also put a huge pile of firewood on Old Yang's back.

The old water buffalo in the circle had also been pulled out. They set up the ox-cart, put in the firewood, plowed their heads and other things, and set off towards the foot of the mountain.

Following closely were Liu Dexing and Luo Junxian. Mr. Zi was left behind them, and behind Mr. Zi was Aunt Feng, who was holding her son Yang Fenglin with one hand and the big black dog with the other.

The group of people walked under the first rays of the morning sun to the great banyan tree at the foot of the palanquin in a grandiose manner.