For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

A strange anger rose within the thin, small body of Putaoun!

Even without using any methods, this master of the Lanna Witchcraft Sect exudes a terrifying aura when he is angry. His sudden anger causes everyone present to feel a slight choke.

Tebo then realized he had said the wrong thing, and his face turned ashen. He had always been favored by the Bonton family and was used to being arrogant and unrestrained. Only when Master Putaon was angry did his heart sink and he realized that he had made a mistake.

The next second, the boy knelt down with a thud.

"Teacher, I was wrong."

He lowered his head, his eyes reddening.

"But all I want to do is find out where Divan is."

Master Putaoon's anger subsided, and he frowned slightly as he looked at Luo Feng.

"Ati, is there anything you want to say?"

Luo Feng was taken aback. He glanced at the old monk, understood his thoughts, and coughed lightly, saying, "Tebo, I can tell you... I really know nothing about what happened to Divan. This matter really has nothing to do with me."

"..."

Tebo knelt on the floor, his brow furrowed, and did not answer, only silently bowing his head.

Seeing this, Putaon said indifferently, "Let's leave it at that. No one is allowed to speak out of turn... There will always be a way to find out about Divan of the Bonton family."

However, since you have become my disciples, infighting is not allowed. Fellow disciples should also get along harmoniously. If anyone causes trouble again, I will expel him from the sect...

As soon as he said this, everyone in the monastery obediently lowered their heads.

"Alright," Putaon nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Tebo.

"Tebo, you don't need to kneel anymore."

"Yes."

Tebo nodded, straightened up, and sat up a little, his deathly pale face softening slightly.

Putaon withdrew his gaze, and then he gave a few more instructions, which were basically some rules for formally joining the Lanna witch sect.

Luo Feng also learned about his four fellow disciples through the old monk's words. Ba Su was the first in line when he participated in the trial, and he chose the Eel God Method.

Kunna from Nangzhi Village, ranked after Basu, chose the Crocodile God Method in the trial. It is also one of the five great methods, ranking below the Tiger Curse Method in power.

Wangsa, a slightly overweight son of a country gentry, unexpectedly chose the Monkey King Dharma.

The Monkey King Dharma can cultivate the form of the Monkey God, whose prototype is the Hindu monkey god Hanuman. It has four faces and eight arms, and contains the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth. It appears without a trace and disappears without a trace, making it the most agile.

Wangsa looked somewhat prosperous, and it's unclear why he chose the image of the monkey god, which didn't suit his own appearance.

Finally, there was Tebo, who was the last to participate in the trial. Since four of the five major inheritance methods had already been chosen, the young man could only choose the last one, the Lanna Spirit Cat method.

"The five major lineage teachings of the Lanna Witchcraft School are passed down to five disciples in each generation. Each practitioner acquires the teachings according to their own affinity. You must study the teachings you have acquired diligently and never be negligent."

Putaon's tone carried a somewhat admonitory tone.

"Furthermore, you need not worry that the methods you have learned are inferior to those of your fellow disciples. The five methods of Lanna—Tiger Curse, Crocodile God, Eel God, Monkey King, and Spirit Cat—are essentially mutually reinforcing and restraining, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. The strength of a method of inheritance cannot be judged purely by its power."

At this point, the old monk also adopted a serious and earnest tone.

"The elephant king may be able to defeat the lion, but even a small cat can toy with an elephant. Never think that the methods you have learned are inferior to those of others, or give rise to thoughts of arrogance, jealousy, or pride."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently, their expressions solemn.

Putaon then spoke a few more words in a deep voice, which were nothing more than asking his disciples to get along harmoniously, to learn from each other, and to work hard.

Finally, the old monk seemed to remember something, turned his head, and looked at Luo Feng.

"Ati, you should have already grasped the basics of the Tiger Curse Technique, right?"

Master Putao's words immediately drew envious glances from the other four disciples in the monastery.

"Yes."

Luo Feng nodded seriously.

He also told Master Putao about his own spiritual achievements and the fact that Arijaya had given him the Kumanthong.

"very good."

Putaon lowered his head, pondered for a while, and then said, "You have made some progress. I will arrange a job for you. Go upstream along the river. To the northeast of the Canchano Forest, there is a small village called Klong. Crocodiles are rampant there. In just two months, several people have already lost their lives to crocodiles."

The villagers all make a living by fishing, but because of the crocodile infestation, they dare not approach the river's water source. If this continues, it will be difficult to maintain a normal livelihood.

Luo Feng nodded.

Thailand and many other Southeast Asian countries have suffered greatly from crocodiles. Because of crocodiles, fishermen dare not fish, and shipping, which relies on waterway networks, is also affected.

In waters where crocodiles breed abundantly, the people suffer greatly, and when the crocodiles are hungry, they come ashore to eat people, disturbing the peace of the area.

In ancient times, the Lingnan region of China (present-day Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hainan) was frequently plagued by crocodiles, and the locals suffered greatly from them. This led to stories such as Han Yu writing "A Eulogy to the Crocodiles," Xia Yuanji leading lime boats to exterminate crocodiles, and Chen Yaozu killing crocodiles.

As for Thailand, crocodiles are notorious in the folklore, and there are many legends about crocodiles "becoming demons" or "transforming into spirits" and causing havoc in the region, as well as heroes who fought against crocodiles and wise figures who organized the people to resist crocodile attacks.

There is a very famous story in Thailand called "Kraiton," which is widely circulated among the people. It tells the story of a crocodile hunter named Kraiton who outwits the crocodile king and wins the heart of a beautiful woman.

"The people there had also hired crocodile hunters, but unfortunately, all three skilled crocodile hunters who came died unexpectedly... The villagers of Kelong Village had no other choice but to send people to the Princess Temple in Wankao Village for help."

The old monk held a string of amber prayer beads and closed his eyes slightly.

"Ati, I've made up my mind. I'll leave this to you."

what?

Luo Feng suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked with some doubt, "Teacher, I haven't learned any crocodile hunting techniques. Even if you send me to Kelong Village, I might not be able to help the villagers."

"It's okay, if you can't, someone else will."

Putaon smiled.

"I have already sent a disciple who has completed his apprenticeship to Kelong Village. His name is Alan Shi... Alan Shi has been staying in Dacheng Prefecture for the past few years. He has some experience in dealing with crocodile infestations. I have instructed him to go to Kelong Village ahead of time."

However, to deal with the crocodiles, Alanshi needs someone capable, preferably someone clever and quick-witted, and also knowledgeable in simple magic. I think you're a suitable candidate.

"But."

Luo Feng's expression showed some hesitation.

"Kelong Village is quite far from here, I'm a little worried..."

He hadn't forgotten that he couldn't stray too far from Wankao Village. The last time he went to the Prajna Temple for trials, he was accompanied by Alichaya the whole time. If he went to the village in the southeast alone, no one could guarantee that he wouldn't attract the "ghost dancer".

"Don't worry."

Putaon took a piece of cloth from behind him and handed it to him.

"This is the 'Dharma Cloth' I wore before I became a monk. It was passed down to me by the founder of the Lanna shamanic lineage. It symbolizes the unbroken lineage of the Lanna Dharma. When you go out, just wear this Dharma Cloth and you won't have to worry about those problems..."