The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 59 Osmanthus Tree

Although the female ghost in front of them had a hundred years of cultivation, she was a wandering, lonely ghost with no real skills. Given that the ghost messenger was naturally good at dealing with ghosts, capturing her should have been a piece of cake. Why would he use Sun Zhenguo's matter as a bargaining chip to ask Zhou Fengchen and his companion to capture her? Was it like the city management officers, who were short-handed and hired temporary workers?

Zhou Fengchen had subconsciously felt that something was strange about this matter. When he heard the female ghost call her "Grandma," and combined this with the unusual, foul smell he had detected while eating the osmanthus cake, he quickly realized what was going on:

The female ghost was being chased by ghost messengers, but by chance, she was rescued by Tsui Hark and brought into the village. There was a powerful old man in the village, whom the ghost messengers were afraid of and dared not come, so they used him and the monk Yuanzhi.

In a flash, Zhou Fengchen subdued the female ghost, sealed the bottle, and shouted back, "Monk, run! There's a demon nearby!"

But it was too late!

Suddenly, a sticky tongue emerged from the old well, curling and retracting, enveloping Yuan Zhi, Tsui Hark, and Tsui Hark's father, and pulling them back into the well.

From the well came the terrified screams of Monk Yuanzhi and Tsui Hark, followed by several splashes as they fell into the water.

Zhou Fengchen's heart pounded wildly. It was over! They were probably doomed. He tucked the ghost-collecting bottle to his waist and rushed towards the well.

Just then, the old osmanthus tree by the well suddenly emitted an unpleasant creaking sound, followed by the twisting of its massive trunk, revealing the head of an old woman who said in a sinister voice, "Little Taoist, you've got some nerve!"

"You old witch, you old osmanthus, I should have burned you just now!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, reaching for the talisman.

"Hehehe..."

However, the old osmanthus tree was even faster, with more than a dozen winding branches extending from its trunk, quickly wrapping around Zhou Fengchen's entire body.

Zhou Fengchen struggled a few times, but found that the branches were very resilient and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

At this moment, one of the branches twisted and turned and wrapped around the ghost-collecting bottle around his waist.

"hey-hey……"

Suddenly, a black mist appeared in the distance, darted to the front, grabbed the bottle, and flashed away to the distance again. When it revealed its body, it was none other than the ghost messenger.

He nodded to Zhou Fengchen and said, "Zhou Fengchen, not bad. If you die, I'll put in a good word for you in the underworld. Goodbye!"

With that, his figure flashed and disappeared.

"Damn it! If I catch you one day, I'll kill you, you bastard!" Zhou Fengchen struggled and cursed.

The old tree demon behind them was also enraged. While pulling Zhou Fengchen into the well, it stretched out its branches and headed straight for a distance.

Zhou Fengchen felt a blur before his eyes and entered the well. Water splashed everywhere, and the cold, fishy-smelling well water enveloped him from all directions.

He struggled desperately, trying to form hand seals to cast a spell, but staggered and couldn't even steady his body. He had no choice but to use "Martial Arts Fourth, Turtle Breathing Technique" to hold his breath first.

It sank and sank, and after a while, it seemed to fall onto a lump of pork. It was warm and a little elastic, but it was too sticky and too tight.

He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by pink. He had no idea what kind of place this was. Everywhere he looked, there was fat flesh covered in sticky liquid. He thought to himself, "I'm doomed! This must be a monster's stomach. If I slide down like this, I'll be in its stomach soon and I'll meet Monk Yuanzhi. I wonder if that guy has turned into shit yet."

The flesh seemed to move, and then it slid down, accelerating its descent. However, all the branches were gone. Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, formed hand seals, and waited to see Monk Yuanzhi. He then grabbed his corpse and used magic to run away.

Just then, the ground beneath him gave way, and he fell straight down, landing with a "thud" on something, making his butt hurt.

Zhou Fengchen sprang to his feet with a swift movement, looked around, and then... was dumbfounded.

This is an antique-style courtyard house, brightly lit. He is standing on the stone path in the garden, with chrysanthemums blooming on both sides. Further away, there are artificial hills, small bridges, and flowing water, as well as lotus ponds and mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"Well……"

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his eyes, thinking to himself, "This is too damn weird! A demon has a courtyard inside its belly? Who can I complain to? This is ridiculous!"

He looked around, then plucked a chrysanthemum and smelled it. Hmm, it smells very good.

Everything was so realistic! I opened my third eye and looked again; it was still a courtyard and a garden.

Just then, a group of slender girls dressed in ancient costumes and carrying lanterns walked over from a distance with smiles on their faces.

Zhou Fengchen just stared straight ahead without dodging or avoiding him, completely bewildered. There was a courtyard inside the monster's belly, and a group of girls in the courtyard. Where did Monk Yuanzhi and the others go? Wasn't that ridiculous?

As the group of girls drew closer, their fragrance became irresistible. Each girl was beautiful and youthful, with graceful figures that were very attractive.

She was startled when she suddenly saw Zhou Fengchen, and covered her mouth in surprise.

"Um..." Zhou Fengchen scratched his head, and subconsciously said, "I... I'm just here to make a cameo appearance, do you believe me?"

"Hehehe..."

The girls all laughed, and the girl in the lead stepped forward, bowed, and said, "We don't have soy sauce here. This gentleman must have come from a long way, right? Our master is very hospitable. Why don't you come with me to the Fragrance Hall? There are already some guests there."

"No..." Zhou Fengchen said anxiously, "I want to ask where this is? I think... I'm lost."

The girl in the lead laughed and said, "This is the Fragrant Garden of Qingmang Mountain. If you're lost, you should at least meet my master."

As he spoke, he led a group of girls ahead of him.

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, looked around, gritted his teeth, and followed.

Forget it, let's see what it means first!

After crossing the small bridge, walking along a stone path, and turning past a cluster of flowers as tall as a person, the view suddenly opened up before us. Houses lined up one after another, each filled with people of all kinds—men, women, young and old. Some were mending clothes, some were playing hide-and-seek, some were reading, and some were even...

After walking for ten minutes, a tall and imposing house appeared in front of us.

The girl in the lead stopped, bowed, and gestured for them to come in: "Please come in, esteemed guest. My master will be here shortly."

After saying that, he turned and left with the girls.

Zhou Fengchen stood there, stunned, looking up at the signboard. It read "Wenxiangtang" in traditional Chinese characters with a gold background and was signed: Qingmang Zhenren!

Just then, a conversation could be heard coming from inside the room:

"Oh! Brother Hou is here?"

"Yes, yes! Master Zhu has arrived too?"

"Hey! Isn't this Old Man Li? You've come to join the fun too?"

"What's wrong? Only you guys can come? This old man is still as sharp as ever, I might not lose to you."

"Hehehe..."

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Fengchen found it strange. Who were these people inside? He stepped closer to the door and peeked inside. He saw that the room was very large and luxuriously furnished. There were six or seven people sitting on two rows of chairs in the lobby. They were all of different heights, weights, and shapes, and they all looked very strange. There was also an old man among them.

He felt a chill run down his spine. Damn it, were they all monsters?

At this moment, everyone in the room saw him, and they were all taken aback, asking, "Who is this brother...?"

"Uh!" Zhou Fengchen's eyes darted around, and he casually picked a name, "I'll just call him out."