Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 152
Take a closer look.

Sure enough, the vein that the golden wolf stepped out when it roared up to the sky was a long and winding map.

However, after looking at the entire map, Fang Xin couldn't help being slightly taken aback:
"There doesn't seem to be any landmarks I recognize on this map."

"Could it be that it's not on the coast of the East China Sea?"

After a closer look, there really wasn't any map of the East China Sea that he had seen, or the style of the iconic buildings.

Seeing this, Fang Xin couldn't help but become more interested in the universe bags of the Golden Wolf and the others:

"Since there are Spikes, there must be something that introduces Spikes."

"Dare to call the thirteen golden wolf and you will definitely get benefits."

"Let me see what this map is for."

After the words fell, he couldn't help being very careful, rummaging through the piles of things.

however.

Among the many ordinary spiritual objects, I searched twice, and even smashed the jade to see.

But there was no clue at all.

For a moment, Fang Xin doubted whether his judgment was right.

But when he rolled his eyes, the whole person couldn't help but slap his thigh:
"An empiricist error has been made."

After speaking, he walked to the side, in front of the pile of colorful clothes thrown out by him, and began to search carefully.

Kung fu in a short while.

Fang Xin easily found a gray apron lined with gold thread embroidery from among a large pile of red and green aprons:
"Sure enough, there is something~"

Inspired by mana, and then saw the gray apron, and suddenly it was shining brightly.

After a while, it turned into a letter, and there were even several spell inheritances in it.

Saw here.

Fang Xin's eyes lit up involuntarily:

"Sure enough, there is a baby!"

After reading this letter carefully, Fang Xin understood the contents of it.

This map that the golden wolf stepped on is indeed a treasure map.

But what is hidden is not an ordinary treasure, but the real blood of gods and demons.

It was a real Dharma-level golden wolf, which turned its own blood into blood essence before dying.

According to what I have said in the letter.

If the latecomers can practice all kinds of spells to great success, they will truly achieve the state of high-level enlightenment.

Then, at that time, you can follow this map to sense the blood of the gods and demons.

When the blood essence is refined into the body, it will naturally have the blood of the gods and demons, and can perform the way of returning to the ancestors, with the body of a golden wolf.

This is also the most widely used method in the practice world today.

After all, if you want to become an alchemist and truly become a figure at the level of Dharma, you must have Dharma.

How can one cultivate one's own Dao and Dharma so easily?

To put it bluntly.

Thousands of people at the top-level enlightenment level may not be able to achieve the alchemist's dharma by seeking their own dharma.

After all, it is said that there is a method in the method, and a technique in the method, and practice is to obtain the Tao through the technique and the method.

But there is a way to repair the art.

But how did the law come about?
Most of the top-rank practitioners are trapped to this point.

They don't know how to practice.

It can be said that everyone who can truly become an alchemist with his own efforts is a genius of heaven.

But compared to creating a method from scratch, the way of blood is relatively simple.

After all, someone at the source of the bloodline has reached this step.

Just follow the steps.

As long as the resources are sufficient and the lifespan is long enough, it is possible to cultivate the Dharma in the lifetime.

not to mention.

This map shows a complete golden wolf, with all the essence and blood left over before it died.

This is equivalent to giving an opportunity that is very likely to achieve a Dharma image.

Baby, absolutely baby!

After searching again, but couldn't find anything good, Fang Xin decisively put all the other things away.

After all, getting this benefit is enough.

Presumably, there is nothing more precious than this true blood essence of gods and demons at the level of dharma.

I practiced for several days in the Golden Wolf Hall.

Wait until you recover your energy and adjust it to its peak.

Afterwards, Fang Xin returned to her original appearance, and followed that road step by step towards her family's house in the outer city.

Looking in all directions.

I only saw this alley, and there were indeed several sneaky figures outside.

saw this scene.

Fang Xin didn't feel the slightest strangeness, he walked into his room very calmly, and closed the restriction again.

Watching him walk all the way into the house.

Those disciples from various forces who had been following him arrogantly outside his door began to report back one after another:

"The alchemist is back, quickly report."

"Go and tell the master..."

"..."

It's no wonder that the two of them have always been regarded as fat sheep.

Although this place is located in Zhongzhou.

But how can there be any good things like this kind of high-grade enlightenment who only lives in the outer city?

But Fang Xin and the others are different.

They even robbed more than one of the alchemist-level sects, and they used magic pills to connect with each other.

Moreover, the foreign forces are single and weak, who will eat if they don't eat you?

That is to say, they live in the outer city now, protected by the rules on the surface, and have opened up the line of the former elders.

Otherwise, they would have killed them long ago.

Step into the courtyard.

Knowing that many disciples are reporting to the forces behind them, Fang Xin doesn't care too much:

"Just wait quietly."

"Let's see who can survive who."

After finishing speaking, he lay down very comfortably on the reclining chair under the calabash vine in the center of the courtyard.

Look to the side.

All I saw was the large watermelon vines that he had specially vacated, bearing small watermelons one after another.

Every watermelon is radiant.

It looks really amazing.

After touching one of the watermelons, Fang Xin tapped again casually:
"Dong dong dong..."

The sound is crisp and not dull.

It seems that it is not ripe yet, open and eat.

Hearing this voice, Fang Xin couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"It still takes time~"

"Don't rush, don't rush..."

Back in the courtyard, Fang Xin couldn't help but lead a very regular and clean life again.

Every day is either practicing enlightenment, or taking out his own alchemy furnace again to refine several furnaces of pills.

It seems that time passes like this.

However, the good times did not last long.

It was less than a month since he returned to the courtyard.

A greeting card was handed in front of the door.

Looking towards the disciple knocking on the door in front of him, he saw only the disciple in the gray robe holding a gold-plated name card in both hands:
"Sir, we, the three elders of the Bishui Pavilion, will come to visit in three days."

"Please don't refuse, sir."

After finishing speaking, the disciple handed over the famous post in his hand.

saw this scene.

Seeing that the disciple kept presenting the post with both hands, Fang Xin couldn't help laughing:
"Hahahaha... okay~"

"It's been so long since I've been here, and I haven't paid homage to the mountain with many local landlords."

"Originally, I planned to visit again in two days, but I didn't expect the local landlord to be so polite and come to visit before me."

"It seems that we are a little impolite~"

When he said this, he opened the name card, and suddenly the name of the Bishui Pavilion was written on it.

After accepting the famous post, Fang Xin smiled slightly:
"Go, go and reply to your parents."

Hearing Fang Xin's order, the gray-robed disciple couldn't help but walk away quickly, probably to answer.

Closed the gate.

When Fang Xin looked at the three words Bishuige written on the gilded name card in his hand, he couldn't help but chuckled for a while and said:
"The weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a new year."

"Come find me at this time."

"I'm afraid there are some other calculations in my heart?"

Burn this Mingtie casually.

Afterwards, Fang Xin came to her hut again, urging the flames to slowly practice the potion of pills.

Three days passed in a flash.

At this moment, Fang Xin couldn't help but opened the gate of the courtyard and came to the gate of his own courtyard.

Kung fu in a short while.

A Taoist with fluttering sleeves, wearing a light green gown, and a somewhat gloomy expression, walked to Fang Xin's door amidst shouts and hugs.

I saw the three elders coming.

Fang Xin waved his hands calmly, and then said:
"Fellow Daoists, please~"

After the words fell, the third elder and the two disciples behind him walked into the courtyard slowly.

The other disciples were waiting at the door.

It really looks like it has a little bit of power.

Invite the three elders into the living room.

Fang Xin directly took out the tattered tea leaves from the corpse bag in the Qiankun bag, and soaked them in the water:

"The tea is average for a small family and a small business. I hope the third elder can forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he directly brewed four cups of tea, and even gave it to the two disciples behind the third elder, making a cup each.

The third elder lowered his head slightly, when he saw the ordinary spiritual tea floating in the hot water with only a little aroma soaked in it.

His whole face couldn't help but become more gloomy.

Immediately afterwards, he only heard a cold snort:
"The old man came here not to drink your tea, but to tell you in advance."

"In this outer city, the quota for each household is extremely precious. If you want to live in it for a long time, then you'd better choose one side to join."

When it came to this, the third elder seemed to be a little threatening and said:
"Presumably you should also see the many disciples who often appear in all directions here."

"If it goes on like this for a long time, I'm afraid fellow daoist has another fellow daoist, and it shouldn't end well."

Speaking of this, the third elder waved his sleeves, and the whole person strode directly towards the outside of the courtyard:

"Don't call it unpredictable!"

Looking at the three people who came and left in a hurry, Fang Xin couldn't help showing a trace of coldness on his face:

"I really treat myself as a dish."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and threw the four teacups in front of him on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the ground buried him.

Knowing that it was a bad guest, he naturally wouldn't give anything good.

Being able to pour tea for him is a courtesy.

It is impossible to give the precious spiritual tea brewed by oneself to this evil guest, right?

Close your own door.

Afterwards, Fang Xin lived that leisurely life again.

However, I didn't wait for him for a few days.

There was another knock on his door.

It's just that this time it's not a disciple who knocked on his door, but Elder Qian!
Opening the door, Fang Xin smiled and looked at Elder Qian in front of him:
"Why are you here, old man?"

"If you have something to do, the junior will go directly."

"How can I trouble you?"

When he said this, he quickly invited Elder Qian in, and he looked very attentive.

saw this scene.

Elder Qian couldn't help but smile a little more gently:

"Isn't this here to see you?"

"I heard that the arrogant and domineering third elder from Bishui Pavilion came a few days ago?"

"Fellow Daoist didn't suffer anything, did he?"

This time, he did take out some high-grade spirit tea that he bought before from his Qiankun bag, and steep it into the tea.

Then Fang Xin pushed it in front of Elder Qian:

"Elder, please~"

Seeing the sparkling tea in front of him, Elder Qian couldn't help picking up the teacup and taking a few sips.

When Elder Qian put down the cup, Fang Xin sighed, and then said:
"The third elder of the Bishui Pavilion is too domineering, how can the younger generation fight with others?"

"If you suffer a little, you will suffer a little."

When it came to the end, he seemed to be helpless.

Seeing this scene and seeing his expression, Elder Qian seemed very worried:
"This Bishui Pavilion is powerful, and has always been arrogant and domineering. It doesn't treat people as people."

"Although the old man is willing to help, the injuries left over from many years ago are not enough to compete with the Bishui Pavilion."

When talking about this, Elder Qian paused slightly, and then said:
"If fellow daoists really have no choice, I can introduce you to an old friend of the Jin family."

"Fellow Daoist Jin is extremely powerful, and his supernatural powers have already reached the top-grade realm, so he can naturally protect fellow Daoist Daoist safely."

Hearing this, Fang Xin seemed to be very moved, and thanked him again and again:

"Junior, thank you senior for your care."

"If the junior is really unable to hold on, he must ask the senior for help."

Hearing what Fang Xin said, Elder Qian nodded, then coughed and said to Fang Xin:
"There is one thing that I think I should talk to fellow daoists about."

When he said this, he showed a very helpless look:

"There seems to be a big person in the inner city who wants to take a rest in the courtyard of the outer city."

"But the courtyards in the outer city have already been occupied by people, and the pressure from above is a bit high, so this old man is powerless."

Hearing this, Fang Xin looked up at Elder Qian in front of him, and then took out a gourd of pills from his sleeve again:
"How can this matter cost you money? I just hope that the elders can get through the relationship."

"After all, the two of us are newcomers. If we leave the outer city, we may easily encounter accidents..."

(End of this chapter)