"Brother Fang Chen, who is this little doll?"

When approaching Ziji Taoist Temple, Dongfang Haojie suddenly remembered the existence of calf shit, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes:

"It's not your son, right?"

Fairy Tianyin is also very curious.

Fang Jue even looked at Xiao Niu Shit's appearance carefully, but there was no sign of it being similar to Fang Chen from his face.

"It's a disciple I've taken."

Fang Chen smiled.

The three of them took a breath of cold air in their hearts, and Dongfang Haojie sighed: "If you can be valued by you, his qualifications must be excellent."

"Quality of Sixiang."

Fang Chen Dao.

"I'll just say..."

Dongfang Haojie was slightly stunned and looked at Xiao Quan Shi in shock and suspicion. Did he hear it right just now?

Four-ring qualifications?

Fang Jue's face also showed a strange look. Even if such qualifications are placed in a big fight, they can be considered to be of the middle and lower level.

Fang's standard is that Wuxiang is qualified to practice Fang's unique heritage. Under the five sounds, you will only throw an ordinary Qi refining method and let it die.

Like this Ziji Taoist Temple, no one is qualified to be below the seven sounds, and even Fang Jue has the seven sounds qualifications.

Xiao Niu Shit had a hint of inferiority in his eyes, and he subconsciously grabbed Fang Chen's hand.

Realizing this, Fang Chen smiled faintly and said, "What kind of expression do you guys do you think? Who said that you can't cultivate immortals if you have four sounds?

Cultivating immortals is about opportunities. When Xiao Fei Shit meets me, it is his chance."

After saying that, Fang Chen looked at Xiao Niu Shit: "Work hard in the future and strive for a chance to build the foundation in the future. Even if the foundation cannot be built, it doesn't matter. Qi-refining cultivators can do a lot of things."

Dongfang Haojie looked strange: "Brother Fang Chen, your expectations for your disciples are just... foundation building?"

"No one has ever said that as long as you practice immortality, you must reach the level of the ancestors of the religion? As long as you can not forget your original intention, Xiao Niu Shit's original intention is to find his mother, and the cultivation of Qi cultivation is enough."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

The three of them suddenly felt that Fang Chen's words were inexplicably open-minded, breaking their previous understanding of immortal cultivation.

"Don't forget your original intention..."

Fairy Tianyin whispered to herself softly, with a look of thought in her eyes.

At this moment, an old woman broke through the air and landed in front of everyone.

Dongfang Haojie and the three men quickly saluted: "We will pay homage to Elder Yan."

"Brother Fang Chen, this is Elder Yan from our Ziji Taoist Courtyard and a personal disciple of Chongxu Zhenren."

The Eastern Catastrophe Spreading.

Elder Yan looked like she was in her seventies or eighties. She looked at Fang Chen for a while and suddenly smiled:

"Your expression is really very similar to Fang Tingyuan back then."

"Senior recognizes the ancestor?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"I have met him a few times, but unfortunately he died young, otherwise he would be a powerful Nascent Soul today."

Elder Yan smiled, "Master ordered me to pick you up, come with me."

Fang Chen nodded slightly, handed over the calf shit to the three of them for care, and then went to the depths of Ziji Taoist Temple in front of the Chongxu Zhenren Cave.

"Master, the man has been brought here."

Elder Yan looked respectful and bowed to the cave.

"Just let him come in alone."

The gate of the cave slowly opened, and the voice of Chongxu Zhenren sounded.

Elder Yan made a gesture of inviting him. Seeing Fang Chen entering the cave, the gate was closed, he turned around and left.

The cave of the Nascent Soul is much simpler than Fang Chen imagined. It has no fancy decorations, but it has a lot of spiritual power. It should have been a certain spiritual gathering formation.

As he walked in, a short while, Fang Chen came to a medicine field and happened to see Zhenren Chongxu carrying a pot of water and watering the spiritual medicine himself.

Fang Chen did not disturb him and quietly waited for the Chongxu Zhenren to finish the watering.

After a long time, Chongxu Zhenren put down the kettle, turned around and looked at Fang Chen, with a faint smile on his face:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's really beyond my expectations that you are still alive."

"My younger generation is also surprised."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Your blessing is indeed much deeper than your ancestors."

True Man Chongxu sighed softly and asked lightly: "This time I came to Ziji Taoist Temple, probably not just to reminisce about the past with Fang Jue and the others, right?"

"I want to know about the Lingshen."

Fang Chen straight to the point.

"Slaying Spirit Secret..."

True Man Chongxu looked at Fang Chen for a few breaths and nodded gently: "Follow me."

She took Fang Chen to the living room to sit down, and personally brewed a pot of immortal tea with abundant spiritual power, and then she slowly spoke:

"I was working hard more than ten years ago. It was you who came forward to remind the Dongfang Havoc Blood Spirit Sect's plan. I want to know, where did you know this news?"

"Please forgive me for being rude, these things cannot be said."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

"Are you worried that I am a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult?"

Chongxu Zhenren seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Fang Chen smiled without saying a word.

After a few breaths of silence between the two sides, Chongxu Zhenren nodded slightly, "Okay, I won't ask about these, do you want to join the Lingzhansi?"

“If possible.”

Fang Chen nodded: "I have the same purpose as the Spirit-Slaying Secret, but I can't kill a few Blood Spirit Sect messes with my younger generations alone.

If there are like-minded people working together, I think it will be effective.”

"I originally wanted to join the Lingzhansi, but I needed to go through some assessments, one was the strength assessment, and the other was the thorough investigation of the background details.

I don’t know much about you, but given that you are a descendant of Fang Tingyuan and have made great contributions in doing things, you are fully qualified to join the Lingzhansi.

Over the years, many seniors from the Spirit-Slaying Secret have praised you, and you may have the opportunity to meet these seniors in the future."

Chongxu Zhenren smiled faintly, took out a black ring and threw it to Fang Chen:

"Refining it with essence and blood, you will be a member of the Spirit-Slaying Division in the future. There is no distinction between the Spirit-Slaying Division. Everyone has only cooperative relationships, no distinction between superiors and subordinates.

If I can't easily drive you, this ring is not only a symbol of your identity, but also has the effect of a messaging talisman, which can sense members of the Spirit-Slaying Division within a radius of thousands of miles.

If they need help, they will send a message to the surrounding spiritual cultivators, and whether to help or not, they will consider it themselves.

Because no one can guarantee whether the one who asked you to pass by was a cultivator of the Spirit Slaying Secretariat or a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect."

"There is no distinction between the spirit-killing department?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly: "If there is no distinction between high and low, how can this huge power be truly activated? When facing the Blood Spirit Sect, you will inevitably suffer losses."

He stayed in the army for many years and knew deeply the importance of orders and prohibitions.

Unexpectedly, the structure of the Lingzhansi was... a bit scattered.

"It's a bit of a loss, but it can also avoid a lot of trouble. You will know the reason after a long time.

By the way, except for me, you'd better not be known by others that you are a cultivator of the Spirit-Slaying Secretariat. Even if you come forward to help, you should pretend."

Chongxu Zhenren smiled faintly and said, "Except for some people who know the roots and bottom of the world, the rest are humans and ghosts, and no one can tell the difference. This is for your safety."

Fang Chen thought something, nodded slightly, and played with the black ring in his hand for a while. He condensed a drop of essence and blood, and refined it on the spot with spiritual power.

The moment the refining was completed, the black ring slowly disappeared from Fang Chen's middle finger, as if it had merged into the flesh and blood.

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