"Brother Fusheng, the water is almost ready. You can go take a bath. When you're done, take away the plug and drain the water. I'm going downstairs."
Fu Sheng still had many questions to ask, but Wang Jingzhu walked away very simply.
Looking at the unfamiliar furniture, Fusheng's head was filled with questions.
After hurriedly taking a bath with the spirit-cleansing potion, Fusheng tidied himself up, burned the clothes he had worn before, changed into a clean set, and sat on the sofa in the living room, in a daze.
Wang Jingzhu never appeared again.
As a polite guest, he was embarrassed to move around, but after staring for a long time, he still couldn't understand anything.
The latch of the door was also very strange. If he hadn't seen the way Wang Jingzhu opened the door, Fusheng felt that he would not have thought that the door should be opened like this even if he scratched his head. It turns out that instead of pulling out the latch, just press it down gently.
After exiting the room, there was a long corridor outside. There was a thick metal door at the end of the corridor. Fusheng could not find the handle on this door that was the same as the wooden door in the room. He released his spiritual consciousness and looked into the keyhole for a while. The more surprised you are.
What a complicated mechanism!
Fu Sheng sank his consciousness into the mechanism and stood firmly at the door.
Those who knew knew that he was studying the door lock with his spiritual consciousness, but those who didn’t knew thought he was a zombie.
After a while, Wang Jingzhu remembered that he had not told Fusheng the password to the top floor and turned back. Enter the password, hear the click of the door lock opening, and push the door hard. The door is so thick that it cannot be pushed without force.
boom!
Fusheng was hit and staggered.
"Brother Fusheng, why are you standing here? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were at the door, so I used a little more force."
Fu Sheng: You used a little more force and you almost blew the door off. No, you almost knocked me away.
Among the female disciples of the Wentian Sect, Fusheng had never seen anyone so energetic in the foundation building stage. I don’t know if this junior sister Wang is gifted or has practiced special skills.
"Brother Fusheng, I have nothing to do. I am here to tell you that this door is a password door. It is not convenient to tell you the password. If you want to go out, just turn the switch and it will open. If you want to come in from outside, you can only Use the window, or come to me and open the door for you.”
Fusheng: ...(Aren’t you a little embarrassed to speak of heretics?)
Wang Jingzhu closed the door again and ran down happily.
Fusheng rubbed his nose and was no longer interested in studying this subject. Everyone said it was inconvenient, and to continue research would be to inquire into secrets, which would be impolite.
"Go through the window? Ha! This is the first time I heard a host ask guests like this."
"Is it so extravagant to polish crystals to make windows? Oh, I remembered that their Xinghua Wang family can refine crystals." Fusheng sighed, closed the window, and meditated.
There is no aura in the environment.
This place is really weird. Fusheng didn't dare to wander around for a while, so he silently took out a bunch of white crystals to practice.
Wang Jingzhu found a random room downstairs, took out the bedding from the bed, and made a bed on the floor. Although she usually doesn't sleep in the world of cultivation, just in case, Wang Jingzhu still stores daily necessities in Najie.
The next day, Wang Jingzhu changed into sportswear and led Fusheng, who was wearing a black robe, on the street.
Those "experts" who secretly spy on my home, the "stranger" you really want to see is here!
Wang Jingzhu is now an Internet celebrity, and it was during the epidemic, so she brought a medical mask and handed another medical mask to Fusheng.
Fusheng looked at this cloth mask, what could it protect against? The lowest monk can see clearly with just a peek of his spiritual consciousness.
He still prefers the Batman mask given by Wang Jingzhu. This mask isolates spiritual energy and is not easily penetrated by spiritual consciousness.
"No, you can't take this out. Today is not Halloween." Wang Jingzhu hurriedly took off the plastic Batman mask from Fusheng's face and helped him put on a medical mask.
Fusheng thought this was some kind of strange custom, and he should wear a medical mask if he followed the rules.
Both of them were dressed in ancient costumes. Fusheng also wore a black cloak. Along the way, the return rate is 200%.
"My little brother's costume is so cool, but wearing a blue mask doesn't look right. If he wears a black cotton mask, he looks like an assassin."
"What anime character is he imitating? Itachi?"
"It's not Itachi, it's probably some kind of fairy-like assassin. It's pretty fairy-like."
"What kind of immortal is this? I look a bit perceptive, like someone from the Demon Cult."
"..."
Fusheng couldn't understand Xia Guohua, but that didn't stop him from understanding the meaning of these people by spying on their consciousness fluctuations.
Many times, the information conveyed by spiritual consciousness is more reliable than language.
Especially these untrained ordinary people, they will not hide their mental fluctuations at all. In front of practitioners like Fu Sheng, they are all "angels of truth".
The feeling of floating life is very novel. In his world, ordinary people would never dare to talk about monks face to face, let alone raise their heads and look into the eyes of monks. When seeing monks, they would be filled with only admiration and fear.
Along the way, many women with their arms and legs exposed were ogling him, their eyes showing pure admiration.
The dress, words and deeds of these women almost made Fusheng mistakenly think that he had entered a certain demon sect's residence.
"Is it okay if they wear so little clothes when going out?" Fusheng asked worriedly.
"Are you young? Such a long dress can already be covered up. Well, that's called young!" Wang Jingzhu chuckled and pointed to a plastic model of underwear for Fusheng to see.
Fusheng glanced over and immediately turned his head, his face turning red.
"Hahaha..." After Wang Jingzhu laughed, she coughed twice and told Fusheng seriously, "Here, as long as you wear more clothes than this model, it's not considered revealing."
Fusheng began to believe that this place was a secret place of a certain demon sect.
But, the lives of these ordinary people are too comfortable, right?
There are many high-rise buildings, every window is bright and clean, and every household has crystal. No, Wang Jingzhu said that these are glass windows, not crystal.
The roads are paved smooth and clean, with green trees and flowers; children play carefree and old people take a leisurely walk.
There is no fear of famine here, and there seems to be no danger of monsters.
Can such a beautiful place be called a devil?
Wang Jingzhu took Fusheng into a clothing store selling men's clothing.
The female shop assistants were extremely enthusiastic and rushed forward to help Fusheng choose and compare the clothes on Fusheng. Fusheng blushed in panic and looked at Wang Jingzhu for help.
Wang Jingzhu took out her bank card, raised it and said, "Honey, you can choose whatever you want!" As she said that, she glanced sideways at the clerks.
Shopwomen: Cut! I thought there was a wealthy man in disguise, but I didn't expect that he was a pretty boy who was being kept.
Fusheng immediately sensed the clerk's contempt for him, frowned, and turned to leave.
