Chen Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

An irrepressible sense of gratitude swayed in my heart.

He immediately bowed to the ground and said sincerely:

"Thank you for the success of your teacher! Fusheng will definitely move forward bravely and live up to his teacher's kindness!"

Lan Gongzi laughed, flicked his sleeves and motioned for Chen Fusheng to get up, and said happily:

"With your words, my hard work will definitely not be in vain! The temple view has been completed, and the next thing is to see your creation, how to compete for luck, and how to seize the spirit kiln. The road ahead is difficult, don't slack off!"

Chen Fusheng thanked him with a big gift, stood up, then thought about it, and asked sincerely:

"Young Master Lan, how can it be regarded as winning the battle, seizing the opportunity?"

"It's not complicated, you can see it at a glance. ”

Lan Gongzi explained, "If you compare the area of Baoqi Town, it is like a picture. Then the establishment of each temple is equivalent to a clear ink spot. ”

Or rather, it's like a choroid joint. ”

Lan Gongzi pointed to Chen Fusheng's palm:

"What you see in your palm is your own altar. As long as you hunt for goblins and ghosts in Baoqi Town, punish them, and sacrifice them to the altar. Solving the plight of the people here will be able to reap merit, people's hearts and luck. ”

"The greater your fame, the more demons you will capture, and the stronger the temple, the veins in your palm will diverge. Others that are inferior to your temple altar will be suppressed by you and gradually sink. ”

"The so-called opportunity for victory, you can observe it in the palm of your hand. Every time you sink a temple altar, there is a display in the palm of your hand. ”

"Until you win a great victory, monopolize the fortune of the place, and be favored by the general trend of geography. You can have all the temples in one!

"This place is under your control, and the spirit kiln came into being. You are the master of the unique spirit kiln!"

Chen Fusheng suddenly realized it again and nodded to be taught.

"That is to say, the stronger my temple is, the weaker the other temples will be, and the altar will be pressed and sunk. When my luck spreads like a vein and controls the geography, the spirit kiln can come into being......"

Chen Fusheng clearly understood all this, and the fighting spirit in his heart rose irrepressibly!

Compete for the road of luck, that is, indomitable, invincible!

After Lan Gongzi finished speaking, he mentioned a few more words, about how to sacrifice. Then he didn't say more, but looked at the entire temple space with emotion:

"Fusheng, this place is called Zhenhao Mountain...... I've been alone in this mountain for nearly a hundred years......"

When Chen Fusheng heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Young Master Lan, haven't you thought about leaving?"

"I want to leave, I want to ...... too" Lan Gongzi shook his head helplessly, his expression was a little complicated, "I don't know who I am, and I don't know why I'm imprisoned here." Day after day, year after year, I can't stay away, it's just a lonely ghost......"

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but think that it seemed that when Zhu Yan mentioned the male ghost, he said that he was controlled by Mao Kongtong, and immediately asked:

"Mao Kongtong knows your identity as Lan Gongzi?"

When Lan Gongzi heard the name of "Mao Kongtong", his face suddenly became a little strange.

"My memories are often inexplicably forgotten, so in order to keep them rare, I will find something special to have fun ......"

"Ever since the arrival of cultivators in this treasure riding town, I have often pretended to be a wandering spirit, pretending to be a cultivator's hand, to get some happy ...... to talk about myself."

"Otherwise, what would it be like for me to exist here?

Chen Fusheng listened to Lan Gongzi's explanation and was speechless.

In other words, this named master "mutilated" a lot of goblins and ghosts, all of which were regarded as happy things to entertain himself and stimulate his sense of existence......

After Lan Gongzi finished speaking, he waved his hand and said:

"Don't talk about these boring things, talk about serious ......"

"Why is this mountain imprisoning me here? This cave is the privacy that I have polished little by little over the past hundred years. ”

"My original idea was to find a successor to the mantle, build a temple with the inheritance of the soldiers, occupy the master of the spiritual kiln, and then solve my confusion. ”

"It's just that heirs are hard to find, and all you see are mediocre people. Fortunately, I met you, which is very pleasant. Although it is not a military inheritance, if you are the master of the spirit kiln, you can also help me solve my confusion. ”

Chen Fusheng immediately said solemnly: "The disciple must do his best!"

Lan Gongzi nodded:

"Well, I met you today, and I saw this good sword again, and I vaguely remembered a few swordsmanship in my memory. I need to think about it and teach it to you next time......"

"I can't stay here for long, it will affect the stability of my soul. The temple has been completed, and you only need to open it with a sword when you enter and exit in the future...... Without your permission or warrant, it is difficult for others to peep into this place. ”

After speaking, Lan Gongzi's figure became hazy and blurry again, like an invisible ghost, floating towards the outside of the cave, leaving only one sentence:

"See you next time, I'll look for you......"

The voice was ethereal, and the person was far away, without a trace.

Chen Fusheng bowed to say goodbye.

After a moment, he looked back at the mysterious altar and groaned slightly.

Now that the temple has been completed, the covenant of "defeating the book" can be carried out.

Chen Fusheng approached the altar, flipped his wrist, and the "Futu Mother Lock" in his sleeve appeared.

Since getting the female lock of this "Son and Mother Floating Secret Flails", it has completely played the role of storage. A few small objects can be detained in it. The rucksack is useless.

The "Futu Mother Lock" shook slightly, and in the hole at the bottom, the vermilion belly pocket taken from Jiang Youcai's family flashed out.

Chen Fusheng's temple altar is only newly built, and there is no essence of luck yet. Unless there are sacrifices such as fairies and ghosts, evil obstacles, etc., it can start to work.

Previously, Chen Fusheng left this belly pocket casually, because he wanted to destroy it in the future, so as not to leave disaster to the world. Now it can be sacrificed to the altar and give a little reward.

He threw the scarlet belly pocket into the altar.

Moment.

The belly pocket dissolves into nothingness.

Immediately, a mysterious qi machine seemed to descend again, and was perceived by Chen Fusheng.

Meanwhile.

The little mark on his palm was also slightly hot.

Chen Fusheng condensed his thoughts, his fingers burst out, and he stood in front of him.

It can be seen that the fingertips are very subtle and lingering with a trace of colorful shadows.

That's luck!

Although it is pitiful, it seems that it can be blown away with a blow.

However, countless cultivators in the world, going forward and following up, what they pursued was this wisp of geographical luck.

As long as the accumulation of Qi Luck obtained increases, and its essence is raised, and it is condensed into "Qi Luck Danzhu", then it is an indispensable promotion for cultivators!

Chen Fusheng stared at the shred of luck he had obtained, continued to wave his mind, burst his fingers, and carved a mantra on the altar mark in his palm.

Lan Gongzi had already given instructions before, so this "defeat book", Chen Fusheng wrote it very quickly in accordance with the rules. But for a moment, it was done in one go.

In an instant, there was another trace in the altar mark of his palm.

The "defeat book" has been completed, as long as you go to Chaochun Building to discuss and the two sides make an agreement, the matter will be decided.

The difficulty is, will Jiang Ni agree?

Chen Fusheng shook his palm lightly and didn't think about it anymore.

He carried his sword and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Then a sword rose and slashed through the thick fog in front of him.

Laugh at~~

The fog parted like a curtain.

Chen Fusheng stepped out.

It was only for a moment that he was in a trance, and his vision was clear.

But under his feet, he had already stepped on the dusty blue and black tiles and appeared on the roof of the temple.

Looking back behind him, it was indeed a cliff.

"If you enter the temple of the cave, you have to jump off the top of the temple...... came out, but it was a sword that opened the hole, and went directly back to the top of the broken temple......"

Chen Fusheng nodded slowly, no longer hesitated, followed the roof tiles on the roof of the temple, cautiously approached the broken corner, and then climbed down the branches.

When he hit the ground, he let out a long breath, and his heart was settled.

Take a look in the blink of an eye.

The roaring dog has turned into the appearance of a dog's head and a cat's claw and leopard body, squatting vigilantly at the foot of the steps of the broken temple, protruding eyes and baring teeth, and full of mental tension, as if facing a great enemy.

"Master!!"

As soon as he saw Chen Fusheng returning, the tense appearance of the Roaring Sky Dog was immediately deflated and hurriedly flew over.

"Master, this place is terrible! I always feel a great threat, and I dare not relax at all! Let's go, go down the mountain quickly, I can't stay any longer, and I ......."

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