Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

The mountains of the south are shrouded in darkness, filled with miasma, and often haunted by evil spirits and ghosts.

Over time, the practitioners here developed a method for raising and controlling ghosts. Sometimes, a single vengeful ghost could be passed down for generations, becoming more and more powerful with each generation, and thus becoming the reliance of an entire sect.

"There are still experts here!" Liu Shenxian chuckled coldly. "Unfortunately, it's too late."

No sooner said than done, Immortal Liu had already uncorked the gourd and shouted, "Please, Ancestral Master, show yourself!"

As soon as the stopper was removed, a series of howling sounds came from the gourd.

Li Qingshan immediately felt dizzy and his stomach was churning; he wished he could vomit everything in his stomach.

"Use the Soul-Returning Smoke!" Old Zhang reminded him.

With trembling hands, Li Qingshan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and swallowed the smoke, gradually calming his swaying soul.

From the gourd, strands of hair gushed out, like viscous oil, and dripped onto the ground.

A white figure squeezed out of the gourd.

She was soaked to the bone, her body was as round as a ball, and her skin was so thin it looked like it might burst open at any moment.

"It's a water ghost, get out of the way!" Old Zhang warned.

The white water ghost puffed out its cheeks and, with a "poof," spat out a jet of water that pierced Li Qingshan's legs.

Li Qingshan reacted quickly, rolling away to avoid the water jet.

The water ghost puffed out its cheeks, took a deep breath, and began to spin like a showerhead, spraying water that covered an area of ​​about one zhang in radius without any blind spots.

"Use a bell," Old Zhang said.

Without Old Zhang's prompting, Li Qingshan had already figured it out. He stepped back and shook the brass bell vigorously.

The white water ghost's movements were slightly hindered, but it immediately returned to normal and then approached Li Qingshan like a water truck.

Li Qingshan lit another cigarette to replenish his depleted mental energy, and shook it vigorously, making the brass bell ring.

Liu Shenxian, standing behind the water ghost, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a cold smile on his lips. In his view, everything Li Qingshan had done was in vain.

Seeing that Li Qingshan had been cornered and had nowhere to retreat, he suddenly thought of a plan.

He shook a bell with one hand, had a resurrection cigarette in his mouth, and reached into his pocket with the other hand, slowly pulling out a copper coin.

The copper coins were a vibrant green, and as large as teacups.

The water ghost immediately stopped what it was doing, its eyes behind its black hair staring blankly at the copper coin.

Li Qingshan tossed the copper coin over.

She immediately caught it with both hands, her eyes burning with unimaginable fervor.

It really works!

Li Qingshan guessed correctly; these kinds of vengeful ghosts from the underworld are all greedy for money.

Having learned from his previous experience with the mourning ghost, he often carried a few copper coins with him.

Li Qingshan took out another copper coin from his pocket. The water ghost's eyes lit up, and then she saw Li Qingshan point to the Willow Immortal behind her.

While Liu Shenxian was still in shock, he saw the Ancestral Grandmother slowly turn around and gradually approach him.

"Grandmaster, have you... have you forgotten that I treated you to roast chicken?"

puff!

The water ghost exploded like a water balloon, and black water enveloped Liu Shenxian. Wherever the water touched her skin, it immediately began to rot and melt.

"Grandmaster..."

Soon, Liu Shenxian was left with only a wet Taoist robe, and the water ghost had become completely thin, like a dehydrated corpse. It walked to the water vat in front of the house and buried its head in it.

Li Qingshan saw her body expand at a visible rate. After absorbing a whole tank of water, her body became even fatter, with a body fat percentage of about 31%.

She rolled her eyes at Li Qingshan from behind her full head of black hair, a look that was even somewhat alluring.

charming?

Li Qingshan shook his head; his Star Beer was getting stranger and stranger.

The water ghost crawled back into the gourd, and the yellow gourd lay quietly on the ground.

Li Qingshan picked up the bottle stopper that Liu Shenxian had left behind, put it back in, and examined it carefully. He saw two small characters engraved on the gourd: Adie.

Is this the name of the water ghost?

Li Qingshan returned to the house with the gourd in his hand.

Old Zhang, sitting in the basin, stared wide-eyed and gaped, before finally managing to squeeze out a single sentence: "This works too!"

"Why not?" Li Qingshan asked.

Old Zhang, despite his advanced age, felt as naive as a greenhorn in front of Li Qingshan.

"Ghost-repelling coins are hard to come by. A few dozen are the most precious savings a sect has. In my entire life, I've never seen anyone use ghost-repelling coins to fight ghosts." Old Zhang sighed. "Perhaps, this really might work."

He looked at Li Qingshan, wondering where he had obtained so many exorcism coins.

Judging from his lack of thrift, he must have a stable source of income.

Li Qingshan ignored what Old Zhang was thinking, handed the gourd to Old Zhang, and asked, "What is this...?"

Old Zhang glanced at it and said, "This is where a vengeful ghost resides. The underworld and the mortal realm are ultimately different paths. When a vengeful ghost appears in the mortal realm, it needs yin energy to sustain it. With this gourd, the ghost's vengeful spirit can be kept from dissipating. Those sects that raise ghosts all have some methods, but as for how it is made, I don't know much about it."

Li Qingshan said, "Now that this gourd is in my hands, does that mean I can use the evil spirit inside it from now on?"

"Of course not," Old Zhang said. "The nature of vengeful spirits is unpredictable. If you can't communicate with them, they might even devour their master..."

At this point, Old Zhang became somewhat dejected again: "You have the exorcising coins, so it shouldn't be a problem."

……

Beside the carriage at the bottom of the slope.

Tian Wuwang stared wide-eyed at the slope.

"It's been so long, why is there still no news?"

"By now, the farmers should have been subdued," said Manager Fang.

"Is there some kind of problem?"

"Absolutely no problem!"

Just then, a dark figure appeared on the slope and slowly walked down.

"They're here!" Manager Fang's eyes lit up immediately.

As the dark figure slowly approached, the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared.

This person is also very tall, but not as tall as Immortal Liu.

She is also very thin, but not as thin as Liu Shenxian.

This is not the immortal Liu, but Li Qingshan.

He was carrying a bundle, which he threw over with a thud, landing right at the feet of Tian Wuwang and Manager Fang.

A strange smell wafted over, and both Manager Fang and Tian Wuwang's hearts jumped into their throats.

"Look at this..."

Tian Wuwang said.

Shopkeeper Fang boldly opened the bundle, then suddenly cried out, almost jumping up on the spot.

The bundle contained a Taoist robe, a pair of shoes, and a plaster.

Tian Wuwang looked up, but Li Qingshan was already gone.

He scratched his face vigorously, feeling his skin start to itch again.