"A ghost?"
Zhang Feng was intrigued.
He had always heard of such ghost legends, but he really didn’t know in what form ghosts existed.
If it’s truly a kind of "spiritual structure," then it might lead to breakthroughs in neurology.
"I’ll go take a look tonight."
Zhang Feng imdiately decided on the arrangent and looked toward the Daoist listening intently not far away,
"Did you two expect my arrival to bring out that ghost?"
"Indeed."
The Daoist did not reply, but Lin Dao You confessed, "The two of us have limited strength, and even with alternating searches, we couldn’t find the ghost’s whereabouts.
But now that we’ve seen you, Daoist Brother, we’ve gained so ideas."
Even though the two have been looking for the ghost during this ti, one would cautiously search while the other stayed in the small house.
To avoid the scenario where they wouldn’t be around when Zhang Feng arrived.
Ironically, because only one person was working carefully at a ti, the progress was slow.
However, they didn’t ntion this.
Yet, with a little thought, Zhang Feng could roughly figure it out.
His long-life experiences and analysis of behavior and micro-expressions allowed Zhang Feng to see through ordinary people’s basic thoughts.
But he usually didn’t want to use it.
Yet it was just right for understanding their thoughts this ti.
Actually, Zhang Feng found it quite speechless.
Because, despite a night outing, they could still be exposed.
They had gone against his instructions to stay within the city and their previous pledge to wait together for him.
But, since there was a ghost outside and they were being righteous individuals, they couldn’t ignore it.
If it were an evil ghost, their cautiousness might cause innocent people to get hurt, and they couldn’t bear that.
This is the righteous way; they do many things that defy common sense and logic, or even their interests, yet they foolishly go ahead with it.
They’re a group of contradictory people in their actions.
If they were to be ticulously labeled with data.
They shouldn’t be just one character type, but rather the main character type being ’righteous’ and ’moral’.
The sub-character type is ’a bit cautious’ and also afraid of death.
And then there’s more of the usual human little thoughts.
Overall, they are not pure enough.
Not like himself, currently focused on studying, with everything geared towards learning, which naturally leads to faster progress.
Zhang Feng appreciated his singular personality, unlike the multifaceted people he encountered.
Their thoughts were not pure enough.
Of course, there were so pure ones, like the Lingshan Immortal and Chen Genius.
Not only were their talents terrifying, but their mindsets were also extrely formidable.
Such people, centered on a goal, progress exceptionally fast.
Likewise.
Zhang Feng not only learned their knowledge but also intentionally ’emulated’ their ntality.
But as he kept learning, his heart demon grew stronger.
Zhang Feng suddenly realized sothing.
People with pure mindsets and singular personalities may seem simple-minded, even summarized in a single sentence in biographies, but applying it to reality is actually the hardest to learn.
Because humans are inherently multifaceted.
...
Leaving the bungalow.
On the way back to the inn.
Zhang Feng was still pondering this philosophical question, indirectly studying the problem of heart demons.
Using what is alien to refine the understanding of self was always Zhang Feng’s main direction for progress.
It bore similarities with ’drawing analogies’, and the two complented each other.
However, in Zhang Feng’s learning system, ’using alien understanding’ was a thod, a research-oriented thought.
While drawing analogies was his ’active skill’.
For example, in martial arts and dicine.
As long as he first used the thod of ’using alien understanding’ to find a connection point, he could then utilize the drawing analogies from his mory bank.
Zhang Feng has sorted out this matter clearly now.
Thinking about it as he reached outside the inn.
Pang Ge, who saw the two Daoists brought by Zhang Feng, didn’t ask much.
The old cultivator and the man naturally wouldn’t ask much either.
"Let’s move out."
Zhang Feng looked at them and instructed, "Who knows people in Qing City? See if we can gather so manpower."
Whether there was soone behind the ghost.
Zhang Feng didn’t know, so for safety and convenience, it was best to utilize resources directly and be well-prepared.
Moreover, adding a few dozen people in a smaller scale wasn’t a big issue.
Even if General Hang had just experienced a ’betrayal’, he should trust him.
Because his strength had been demonstrated, General Hang should understand that if he really wanted to kill him, having more or fewer guns wouldn’t make much difference.
But if they added more, it would raise alarm.
Zhang Feng had struggled for two years to achieve a ’safe learning point’, and now he wanted to stay a bit longer.
...
In the evening.
A small village near Qing City 300 miles away.
This place is located near a forest, and most of the local residents make a living by hunting and gathering herbs.
The rich spiritual Qi makes the forest grow dense, sustaining so animals and herbs.
Plus, the people in this world generally have good constitutions, so hunting and gathering are common here.
Thus, being near the forest, locals of Qing City relied on the mountain for their livelihood, which was slightly better off.
However, in this village,
they still used old-fashioned oil lamps, with no wires laid nearby.
The overall lifestyle was similar to ancient villages, with only the occasional passing bicycle, so cigarette boxes, and burnt-out matches.
Proving that this village wasn’t ancient.
And now.
There was a well-wrapped cultivator walking within the village.
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