Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 15
Tianmen Shanfang City is no longer the grand occasion it was a month ago. There are few cars and horses in front of the gate, and the monks passing by are only in twos and threes, looking very decadent.

The Wei family doesn't manage it either, firstly because they don't have the intention, and secondly, they have more important things to do right now.

After Fang Qingyuan safely sent the guests to Tianmen Mountain, he heard the monks of the Wei family loudly solicit casual monks in front of the pier:

"The Wei family is recruiting casual cultivators. Thirty spiritual stones per month in the early stage of Qi training, sixty in the middle stage, and one hundred in the late stage. There will be more generous treatment for monks in the foundation building stage. If you are interested, please come quickly."

Hearing this condition, some down-and-out casual cultivators gathered around and began to ask if they could join.

The monks of the Wei family did not refuse anyone who came, and they all took over under their command.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly. In the past few days, the Wei family has frantically recruited casual cultivators from the past.

In the early stage of Qi refining, casual practitioners could offer a price of thirty spirit stones, which completely disrupted the market.

In the early stage of normal qi refining, casual practitioners can get five spirit stones a month, which is not bad, but this has doubled six times, no wonder everyone is enthusiastic.

It's just that the Wei family's conspiracy is probably even bigger when they set this price. I'm afraid that these casual cultivators will have their lives to get the spirit stones, but they will not spend their lives.

However, Fang Qingyuan didn't need to remind these casual cultivators, he just watched coldly, everyone has his own destiny, it all depends on his own choice.

Back at the other courtyard's home, Fang Qingyuan settled the camel ray, and then went out to find Lao He.

He didn't like to owe people money and spirit stones, so when he received the payment, he would send it to Lao He as soon as possible.

Lao He lives in a shabby shack near the other courtyard, which looks very simple.

It stands to reason that monks should not live in such dilapidated houses, but in fact, people like Lao He have no choice.

The world of cultivating immortals is not a peaceful and prosperous world, robbery cultivators, monsters, demon cultivators, etc., are worrying about encountering a small life.

Mansions and courtyards can naturally be built in other places, but safety cannot be guaranteed. Although only shacks can be built here, it is at the foot of Tianshan other courtyards, and the security is very high.

For the sake of safety, it is acceptable to sacrifice some enjoyment. In fact, monks are indifferent and don't pay much attention to these external aspects.

For these shacks, Tianshan Bieyuan just turned a blind eye, but if you want to build a large-scale construction project, then you have no eyes at all.

When he arrived in front of Lao He's shack, Fang Qingyuan was about to knock on the door. As soon as he raised his finger, the door opened by itself, and a small head poked out from it:

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

This child is about ten years old, with a handsome appearance, Fang Qingyuan thought it was a girl at first.

"Who is He Jisong to you?"

"That's my dad, he just went out."

Fang Qingyuan showed a warm smile, and said to the child: "I have something to do with your father, I wonder if I can go in and wait?"

The child thought for a while, Fang Qingyuan showed a smiling face, and then slammed the door hard, making Fang Qingyuan shut the door.

"My father said, don't let strangers into the house, you wait outside first."

Fang Qingyuan's face froze, and then he returned to his smile. He didn't want to get angry with a child, just wait.

"You bastard, come here and kneel down for me, and kowtow to Uncle Fang to admit your mistake!"

Inside the shack, Fang Qingyuan sat at the main seat, drinking tea, and listening to Lao He, that is, He Jisong, discipline his own children.

Seeing that the child was about to kneel with aggrieved face, Fang Qingyuan lightly raised his hand, and the child could no longer kneel.

"Old He, why did you do this? He was right to listen to what you said, so why punish him?"

"Having said that, I'm really sorry to let fellow daoist Fang wait for me outside the door for half an hour. Back then, you helped me say good things, and I saved myself from the pain of flesh and blood. How can I say this now?"

Fang Qingyuan smiled faintly, took out forty spirit stones, spread them all over the table, and said to He Jisong:

"You don't need to worry about some small things. This is the balance of your three hundred fruits. You take care of it."

When He Jisong saw the Lingshi, his face was overjoyed, then he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fang Daoyou, take back these spirit stones. I want to ask you one thing. My child's aptitude is not bad. The soil spirit root is almost middle-grade, I think"

Fang Qingyuan put down his teacup, and waved his hand to signal for old He to stay temporarily. The smile on his face faded, and he said to He Jisong:

"I don't need to say the rest, Lao He, I know what you mean, but I can't do it, let alone I'm just an outer disciple, even if I become a formal disciple, without the academy's first words, this matter can't be done."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, Old He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of bitterness. His son, among the five elements, the earth spirit root had the best aptitude, but he still almost reached the middle grade spirit root.

It is this gap that determines that his child cannot become a disciple of the Tianshan Beast Courtyard of the Yushoumen. If there is no special opportunity, I am afraid that he will only be a casual cultivator for the rest of his life.

If you are lucky, you will become the son-in-law of the monk family. If you are not lucky, you will waste your life.

He Jisong was very energetic back then, and he practiced Qi at the third level in his 20s, but when he broke through to the fourth level, he was stuck for nearly 20 years, and there is still no hope of breaking through.

Ten years ago, he slowly began to resign himself to his fate, took a mortal woman, and was about to spread out, but when his wife was pregnant and about to give birth, Lao He felt the opportunity of a breakthrough and insisted on going out to look for it.

In the end, the opportunity was not found, and his wife died due to dystocia, leaving him only this flesh and blood. After being hit by this, Lao He was even more devastated.

Now his only hope is pinned on this child. Seeing that the three-year entrance examination is about to start, Lao He met Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of Yushoushan, and wanted to make a relationship.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, he was blocked back.

Seeing Lao He's expression, Fang Qingyuan sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't do it either. He was just an outer disciple, so what could he do in such a big matter of selection and entrance examination?

The child seemed to feel the loss of his father, so he cried and said:
"Father, I don't want to enter the beast gate, I want to accompany you for the rest of my life."

Filial piety is commendable, but when you grow up, will you hate your father for being incompetent?

Fang Qingyuan thought in his mind, then he got up and said:

"Let's do this today. The spirit stones are collected, and after half a day, we will buy three hundred red lotus fruits."

He Jisong hurriedly got up to see him off, and then said to Fang Qingyuan:

"I was the one who was abrupt. Don't take it to heart, Fellow Daoist Fang. Don't worry about the fruit matter. I will do my best to handle it properly."

Fang Qingyuan nodded, before going out, he turned his head to look at the teary-eyed child, and asked:

"What's your name?"

The child wiped away his tears, showed a stubborn expression, and shouted:
"My name is He Yu, a gentleman is like jade, warm and moist, a gentleman is like water, and things are not clean"

Listening to He Yu's recitation, Fang Qingyuan laughed, turned around and left the place, the dharma sword flew out of the storage bag and landed at his feet, he leaped into the air and swayed away.

After he flew away for a long time, He Yu was still muttering.

(End of this chapter)