A three-story villa located in the suburbs, with a single courtyard, looks to be at least thirty years old, and like the surrounding buildings, it looks a bit old.
In order to make it easier for the two cars to stop, Ling Zifeng also moved the stone table in the yard aside.
This is Ling Zifeng's home. There are two big wolf dogs in the courtyard. They are purebred black dogs with shiny fur. When they saw Ding Fan, they immediately made a fierce attack posture and made a whining sound from their mouths.
Two cold eyes glanced over, and without any instructions, the two wolfdogs immediately lowered their heads obediently and hid their heads between their front paws.
Ling Zifeng didn't take the oil painting in the trunk and didn't seem to care. Ding Fan noticed a strange aura, thought about it, and asked directly: "Mr. Ling, have you set up a magic circle here?"
"It's a very simple magic circle. I just don't want those lonely ghosts to break in accidentally." Ling Zifeng said.
"Haha, are there really ghosts in this world?"
"Isn't it, no?"
After facing each other for a few seconds, Ding Fan asked directly, "What is your cultivation level?"
"you guess!"
Ling Zifeng smiled but did not answer. Then he opened the door of the villa and made a gesture of invitation.
He was already here, and it would be a joke to not dare to go in. What's more, Ding Fan didn't feel any hostility from Ling Zifeng, so he strode in.
The furnishings in the hall are very simple, including sofas, TVs, coffee tables, bookcases, etc. The floor is covered with carpets and there is no fine decoration. It looks like an ordinary home.
To be somewhat different, these furnitures all have rounded corners, even the corners, with smooth transitions.
"You're welcome, sit down wherever you want!"
As Ling Zifeng spoke, he dug out a box of tea leaves from under the TV cabinet, took the water from the water dispenser, and made Ding Fan a cup of tea and brought it over.
Ding Fan sat on the old-fashioned fabric sofa, picked up this ordinary cup of green tea, opened his eyes and checked it, and concluded that it was normal, so he took a sip.
Regarding Ding Fan's distrust, Ling Zifeng shook his head slightly without criticizing it, and said, "Ding Fan, please wait a moment, I'll prepare lunch."
After saying that, Ling Zifeng went upstairs. Ding Fan sat alone and drank tea, not expecting anything from lunch. It was obvious that Ling Zifeng's life was extremely simple, not even as sophisticated as ordinary people.
I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. It was playing the animal world. Groups of macaques were jumping around and making squeaking sounds from time to time.
Ding Fan didn't change the channel and just watched TV boredly. About ten minutes later, Ling Zifeng, wearing an apron, came down from upstairs, holding a dinner plate in his hand and placing it gently on the coffee table.
A small stool was brought, and Ling Zifeng sat across from it. He gently opened the lid and found three side dishes, two glasses of juice, two pairs of chopsticks, and nothing else.
Ding Fan was so shocked that he was instantly petrified on the spot and couldn't even say a polite word!
A plate of green side dishes, shaped like blades of grass, is not cooked and just sprinkled with some sesame sauce. Even without opening your Dharma eyes, you can feel the pure spiritual energy emanating from it.
Another plate of whitish meat strips had only been boiled in water, with a layer of pepper on top, but its aura was purer than that of grass blades.
There is also a plate of side dishes with only three flowers and four petals, showing a strange black color with golden edges. There is a light layer of breath on it, but it exudes the most refined and pure Yin Qi.
As for the two glasses of juice, they were pure agate red, and there was no doubt that they were squeezed from spiritual fruits!
Ling Zifeng smiled slightly, placed the juice in front of Ding Fan, and said, "These two plates belong to you, and this one belongs to me. I apologize for my poor hospitality."
The blades of grass and strips of meat are Ding Fan's lunch, and the three flowers belong to Ling Zifeng. They are rare flowers from the underworld. Could it be said that he is a great monk of the ghost realm?
That’s not right, Ling Zifeng looks just like a living person!
Ding Fan was horrified, as long as Ling Zifeng wanted to take action, he would never survive for three seconds, and the super magic talisman would be useless.
"Mr. Ling, the value of this lunch is immeasurable. I'm sorry I can't eat it." Ding Fan calmed down and hurriedly declined.
"Aren't you always very courageous?" Ling Zifeng asked teasingly.
"No merit will be rewarded. Please tell me directly and come to me. Whatever the problem is, I will do my best." Ding Fan said politely. At this moment, he really regretted it and shouldn't have come here.
"Drink this cup of Yunshengguo, and I'll tell you." Ling Zifeng remained calm as usual.
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
Ding Fan picked up the juice, and Ling Zifeng also picked up the juice. The two touched it lightly, and then drank it all.
Half a minute later, Ding Fan felt that the true energy in his body was surging and extremely active, and he quickly walked along the meridians, running hundreds of times in a short time.
Finally, the rich zhenqi returned to the Dantian and shrank into a small ball.
This is Qi Dan!
In the initial stage of condensing the golden elixir, ordinary monks have to go through many years of hard training to reach this stage. Now, they only need a cup of Yunshengguo juice.
Ling Zifeng also drank the juice, with a calm expression, just like a daily drink. Then he picked up a flower, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.
"Ding Fan, depending on your physique, you can't eat anymore. Pack it up and take it back!"
There is no need to explain what Ling Zifeng meant. Ding Fan's current cultivation level cannot bear excessive nourishment, and his level is too average.
It is true that he cannot eat it. What Ding Fan wants to do most now is to return to Fuyun Residence as soon as possible, practice exercises in the meditation room, and stabilize the Qi Dan in his body.
Ling Zifeng went upstairs again, took out three light and thin jade boxes, took Ding Fan's chopsticks politely, and carefully put the three plates of food in them, including the two strange flowers from the underworld.
"Mr. Ling, to be honest with you, I am very uneasy and want to escape from here." A bitter taste appeared on Ding Fan's face.
Ling Zifeng chuckled, quickly stopped, and sighed, "Actually, I don't want to escape."
"Sir is unfathomable and should not have the troubles of ordinary people."
"Please come with me!"
Following Ling Zifeng up the stairs, Ding Fan came to a spacious room on the third floor. There were few furnishings. There were some oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls, mostly landscapes.
The photograph of my sister is hung in the middle of the room, on the white wall opposite the door.
The room was carpeted, and a young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to the door, motionless and looking up at the photography, as if he were a statue.
"My son, Ling Aotian, take a closer look at him. You can use your unique eyes." Ling Zifeng shook his head gently.
"That's offensive!"
Ding Fan clasped his fists slightly, opened his Dharma Eyes, and walked around in front of the child. Ling Aotian looked very much like his father, with deep eyes and outstanding temperament. He was a very handsome boy.
Whether he is meditating or smiling, he exudes a kind of quiet innocence, which makes people feel the beauty of the world.
However, he didn't seem to see Ding Fan at all, he just blinked his eyelids lightly.