Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 5 Pension Deacon

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The low-level disciples of the Immortal Sect went back and forth to select the secrets of the exercises, searched and searched for estimates, and when they found a balance that was acceptable to their hearts, they came to the counter to count and settle.

For settlement, naturally use the contribution points in Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

Because Xianzong's contribution is rare, this gentleman who counts with a pen has a high status. With a swipe of his hand, he can be more or less at will, so everyone should respect it.

The deacon, Mo Dahai, is doing this job.

"There should be no one left."

Mo Dahai had just settled the contribution points of an outer disciple, so he sat down and drank some tea.

Counting, this job is not heavy and cumbersome, contribution points are rare, and no outer disciple can come here every day, basically a few times a day is over.

Now is his rest time.

"Old Mo, you are still comfortable."

At this time, he heard a familiar voice, but his behavior of sitting down remained unchanged, and he took the time to light the fire.

After doing this, he looked over, and it really was Zhou Minsheng.

This is his old friend. The two have been friends for decades. They started together, practiced together, and retired together. They both worked as deacons in the outer sect.

"You old man, you actually came to find me on your own initiative."

Mo Dahai laughed and teased that Zhou Minsheng had become very lazy since he entered the pension stage, and he was responsible for the management of the outer disciples. Except for the new outer disciples who did some work when they started, the rest of the stage was Hanging for a long time, so I became more and more lazy.

The reclining chair was worn out by this old guy.

"Why, it seems that you are not happy."

Deacon Zhou was not polite to Mo Haihai either, he turned back after hearing the words, and found a chair to sit down, very skillful.

"Happy, happy, nothing more."

Mo Dahai is very willing to have someone visit, or an old friend.

In the pension stage, although the work is relaxed and comfortable, but after being idle for a long time, I really want to find someone to talk about the old days.

A small stove, a copper kettle for boiling water, making tea and enjoying tea.

Happily.

"I came today because I want you to make a move and set up a spirit gathering array."

While chatting, Deacon Zhou brought up the topic.

Last time, he told Chen Sheng that he wanted to set up a spirit gathering array for him, not just casually, but really took the matter to heart.

And Mo Dahai is that formation master.

Although he is the lowest level formation master, it is still easy to set up a simple spirit gathering formation.

"Didn't you say it's okay to find me?"

Mo Dahai was not forgiving, but his body was still very honest. He asked, "Why set up the spirit gathering array?"

The spirit-gathering array has the effect of gathering spiritual energy, but these old guys are all immortal cultivators who have touched the upper limit of their cultivation, and it is useless to add a few more.

He couldn't think of the role of Deacon Zhou's arrangement of the Spirit Gathering Formation.

"I just joined an outer sect disciple. I live in an old and dilapidated house. I was thinking of helping him out."

Deacon Zhou blushed. Fortunately, he was old and his skin was thick and wrinkled, so he couldn't tell it at all.

I neglected the younger generation, made up for it afterwards, and went up to the pole to show my hospitality.

He would never tell his old friends about these embarrassing things.

Once he said it, he was treated as a talking point, and suddenly he was brought up to pierce his heart. If he died like that, he was really buried in the soil, and he wanted to run out for a jump.

So, a seemingly beautiful excuse came out of his mouth.

In the story, it is a bright and upright old man, supporting the younger generation, which is undoubtedly a beautiful story of Zhu Xiafeng.

"speak English."

Mo Dahai took a sip of tea, put down the delicate teacup, glanced up at Deacon Zhou, and said with disdain.

They have been friends for decades, and if anyone doesn't know anyone, Zhou Minsheng can do the old-fashioned and heart-warming actions, that is, he has been taken away.

Neither indifferent nor enthusiastic, lying dead is the way of Zhou Minsheng.

"That junior is Chen Ergou's elder brother."

Deacon Zhou's face collapsed, he broke his guard, and explained the reason.

Chen Ergou, personally handed down by the head of the sect, is a person with high qualifications.

Everyone believed that Chen Ergou would be a big shot in Xianzong's future, and befriending him in advance would mean having a bright future.

That is not to be offended.

Since the offended can be remedied, it must be remedied quickly.

"I think back then, if I had such a big brother in my family, I would have entered the foundation building long ago."

Mo Dahai would never refuse to take this line, he is old, but he has descendants, and he has a passion, so if he can't use it, someone else might.

As Chen Ergou's eldest brother, Mo Dahai believed that Chen Sheng's life as a monk would not be too miserable.

"Fuck it, get it done early, I'll provide the materials."

As soon as the tea was finished, Deacon Zhou had no intention of killing the time any longer, and he should just get down to business.

"wait a moment."

Mo Haihai stood up slowly, locked the doors and windows of the Sutra Pavilion, hung a wooden board in a conspicuous place, and wrote "Going out for a meeting, open tomorrow".

Then, God hides.

……

To the east of Zhuxia Peak, a small clean courtyard.

Chen Sheng walked around the yard, and when he saw unsightly defects, such as sundries, he would move them away and throw them away.

Apart from meditating and refining Qi, the small courtyard is the focus of his tossing, after all, it is a place where he will live for a long time.

"Just let Chen Ergou's elder brother live in this crappy place."

"Didn't you know it at the time?"

"If you know your mistakes, correct them and move them."

"He doesn't want to."

"Will I hate you?"

"No, maybe I really like this yard."

……

A chattering sound came from the courtyard gate. Chen Sheng walked out from behind the house and saw two old men.

Sneaky, if he hadn't been poor and had nothing to worry about, he would have thought something was wrong.

"You two, is something wrong?"

Chen Sheng recognized that one of the old men was Deacon Zhou.

The one next to him is also an old man, I don't know him, but he looks clean and elegant, a bit like a teacher, better than Deacon Zhou.

"Brother Chen, didn't I say to arrange a spirit gathering array for you? This is Deacon Mo from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He is a formation master. He came here on a special trip."

Deacon Zhou's face was full of smiles, trying to look kind.

He also introduced Mo Dahai's identity, and didn't let his old friend become a background template.

"It's quite troublesome."

It was beyond Chen Sheng's expectation that two deacons would come to serve him, a new disciple of the outer sect.

It can only be said that Er Gouzi's cards are a bit big.

"No trouble, the Spirit Gathering Formation is fairly simple."

Mo Dahai spoke up. The spirit-gathering formation is difficult, it is quite difficult, not because the formation master cannot set it up, but for the formation master, this is a small formation and not complicated.

"Then what should I do?"

Today's Spirit Gathering Formation cannot be done without arranging it. It's like making an apology. If he doesn't accept it, people will be very upset.

Chen Sheng was not the kind who would cause trouble to others, so he agreed.

"Just watch it from the sidelines."

Mo Dahai said.

Chen Sheng didn't talk nonsense, he just stood by the wall.

(End of this chapter)