"Lost Circle?"

Fang Tong suddenly became interested: "Is it a formation like a maze?"

"Labyrinth?" Zhang Daoran shook his head, and said in a slight groan: "You don't understand the profundity of what you said, so let's simply say it." Although the labyrinth can confuse people's eyes, it cannot confuse people's hearts, and it can always find an exit. The maze array is arranged, one world at a time, without anyone to guide you, you will never be able to get out if you enter it......"

"So awesome?"

Fang Tong's eyes widened: "Just rely on these few broken stones?"

"Don't underestimate these stones, find the correct direction, according to Zhou Tianxingchen's formation, the activation of the formation is based on the power gathered by the runes on the stones, and the formation can be activated. Every little pit you see now, buried in stone, is a ......."

Zhang Daoran patiently explained, his hand did not stop, and he buried another stone casually: "Eighty-one stones, each direction is different, there can be no deviation, even if a stone deviates by one millimeter, the formation cannot be activated." Eighty-one stones, missing one, can't make the formation work......"

"The Taoist took me to watch the Taoist bury every stone, aren't you afraid that I will learn?"

Fang Tong's eyes lit up, the formation, according to Fang Tong's understanding, the kind of formation that marched and arranged the formation was real. And using the changes of the stars to lay down the mythical formations is all deceitful. However, Zhang Daoran is a master, so he can't be bored enough to dig a pit and bury stones by himself......

Moreover, from the very beginning, starting from the first stone, Fang Tong watched Zhang Daoran set up the formation, if he was smarter, he would know the direction of the formation......

"You can't learn ......"

Zhang Daoran said directly, mercilessly.

To arrange the array, not only need to find each array according to the position of Zhou Tianxingchen, but also need to have one's own cultivation, be able to understand runes, and be able to draw runes. If you just remember the direction of the formation and don't know the runes of the formation eye, you can't set up the formation.

Cultivation looks at fate and qualifications, and Fang Tong does not have it.

Fang Tong's face fell: "Dao Chief, can you speak more tactfully? If you say this, it will hurt my self-esteem." Besides, aren't you teaching me?" Fang Tong had hope in his eyes: "Dao Chief, you don't want to take me as an apprentice, do you......"

"You have nothing to do with the poor Dao, you have nothing to do with the Daomen. Zhang Daoran said mercilessly: "Poor Dao will not accept apprentices ...... now"

Zhang Daoran will not accept apprentices, at least until he has not cultivated the Immortal Dao. However, now Zhang Daoran needs a believer, a faithful believer! Fang Tong is Zhang Daoran's goal, and Fang Tong's identity and status are very suitable.

At the end of the Dharma era, the Dao art was basically lost, and the Dao Dharma no longer existed. As a Taoist priest, he has also lost his mystical ordinary profession, and even some Taoist temples exist only to study Taoist scriptures.

If Zhang Daoran wants to make a name for himself, he can't do it without faithful believers.

This is also the reason why Zhang Daoran asked Fang Tong to follow him and set up the formation, without concealing it.

Fang Tong had no intention of becoming a Taoist priest, especially a Taoist priest like Zhang Daoran, who was worried about eating and drinking. In the red dust, Fang Tong, who has countless wealth, can be said to live a luxurious life, how can he come here to be a Taoist priest?

didn't care about Zhang Daoran's words, Fang Tong followed behind Zhang Daoran with a smile, and was busy until the night......

"It's hard work... As a token of appreciation, I invite you to dinner......"

Before Sanqingguan, Zhang Daoran patted Fang Tong's shoulder cordially.

Fang Tong was flattered, and after getting along with Zhang Daoran for a long time, Fang Tong knew what a stingy person Zhang Daoran was. After living here for twenty-seven days, Fang Tong wanted to eat more than once, but Zhang Daoran refused.

Even if he bought it with money, Zhang Daoran was indifferent. Fang Tong once threw a thousand yuan, just to eat a meal of fish with Zhang Daoran, but was refused. Sometimes, Fang Tong didn't understand that Zhang Daoran was obviously very poor, and it could be said that he didn't have a penny of cash in the Taoist temple, but he refused the Fang family's funding and refused money. Obviously, he could ask for money directly, but Zhang Daoran didn't.

This is a real master, but a master with a strange temper......

Now that the master took the initiative to invite himself to dinner, Fang Tong was very excited.

"Hehe...... rubbed his hands, Fang Tong smiled: "Do you want me to help?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head, and Fang Tong walked to the stone table and waited.

Thinking of the delicious, fragrant carp, Fang Tong aroused the cravings.

Soon, Zhang Daoran came over with a bowl of noodles by himself, and without saying a word, sat down at the stone table and began to eat. Fang Tong looked at the noodles, and his face changed: "Dao Chief, eat noodles?"

"What do you want to eat, sea cucumber, abalone? I don't have it here, if you want to eat it, you can serve it yourself......"

Zhang Daoran said vaguely.

After a few heavy breaths, Fang Tong wanted to cry without tears, the imaginary food did not appear at all, but he ate noodles, noodles without any oil and water......

Reluctantly holding the bowl and coming to the humble pot stove, Fang Tonggang wanted to catch noodles, Zhang Daoran had already finished eating the bowl, and walked over quickly: "What? are you not hungry?"

As he spoke, he inserted his chopsticks into the pot and fished out a bowl full of noodles in three or two clicks......

Looking at the clear and changeable noodles in the pot, which can be counted with your fingers, listening to the protest sound of the stomach growling, and then looking at the Sanqingguan who is blind in the dark lights around and can't find a place to eat, Fang Tong is about to cry: "You miser......"

"Poor Dao is not stingy, young man, have you ever experienced the kind of hard life of eating without eating, otherwise you will know how delicious this boiled noodles are......"

Delicious fart!

Indignantly scooped up the noodles, Fang Tong came to the stone table, and saw a stewed big carp on the table......

"Dao Chief..."

Fang Tong was stunned, there was no ...... here just now This Taoist leader can't spell anything?

Spell Zhang Daoran naturally doesn't know it yet, but that chaotic space can put things. Just now, this stewed carp was placed in the space and played the same trick.

"Eat, other delicacies from the mountains and seas, there is no poor road here, poor road is poor. ”

With a sigh, Zhang Daoran began to eat the fish.

Fang Tong didn't have time to argue with Zhang Daoran, so he grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed ......

......

"Dao Chief, what kind of guest is it, you don't come during the day, you want to come at night?" Fang Tong's originally boring question, suddenly his face changed drastically, there was a vast lake around here, although the people of the construction team did not leave, but they were at the foot of the mountain of three hundred meters, a long distance. Fang Tong suddenly had hairs all over his body standing up: "It can't be a ghost...... right?"

If it's not a ghost, why do you come at night?

It's past the wee hours of the morning......

Looking at Fang Tong's unpromising appearance, Zhang Daoran was speechless: "It's not a ghost, but it's even more terrifying than a ghost!"