Putting down the map of the location of the mine, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and motioned for the masked man to sit down and talk.
There was no reason why he would not accept the thank-you gift sent to his door. He could more or less guess the other party's intentions and asked: "What do you want? You can ask it in person now, and I will reply according to the situation."
When you give gifts to others, you must ask for something, not to mention that the gifts given by others are not ordinary.
Fan Chongfeng sat half-assed on the chair, leaned over and said: "Chongfeng was framed that day and was expelled from the art school. Only after Chongfeng suffered this calamity did he understand that money is an external thing, and if you don't have the ability, you can't keep it.
I want to take care of my wealth and work as a Taoist boy under the Immortal Spirit Temple, so that I can make some achievements in practice."
During the interrogation in Zhoucheng, he realized that he had accidentally hugged Da Anchao's thickest thigh.
God has given such an opportunity, how could he give up?
He only produced a map of the mine back then, and the rewards he received were far different from his efforts. He was born and died countless times, bleeding and sweating, and killed countless Yamazawa and Yexiu brothers he befriended. Many of them had feelings for each other, and the result left him disappointed in his heart.
As a result, he secretly downloaded another map of the mine, and finally he was able to see the moonlight after the clouds cleared. He wanted to exchange the treasure that he could not dig for a stable backing.
It was a simple request, but it was life-threatening for him. He was burdened with too much.
Zhang Wenfeng tapped his right finger on the coffee table and asked, "Is there someone threatening you in Lianlianguan?"
Fan Chongfeng didn't say yes or deny, he just acquiesced.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed slightly in his heart. He had a good personal relationship with Xie Moling. Liulianguan was also one of the few sects in the Da'an Dynasty. There were many people with mixed thoughts. Some people in Liulianguan thought that Fan Chongfeng had violated the sect's reputation, but they did not look for the reasons from themselves and teach them.
How can a monk with bad conduct like Zhang Baoshun still have the nerve to threaten someone who exposes the problem?
He despises those guys who are superior to themselves. Why should he give them face?
"I can promise you that I will include you as one of the first disciples of the Immortal Spirit Temple, but there is one thing you must consider clearly. The evil karma on your body is entangled. After you enter, you must slowly dissipate your cultivation.
Then practice from the beginning, chant sutras and do homework diligently every day, and do good deeds as the mountain grows. Maybe in ten years, you can clear away the dust in your mind and wash away your bad karma with the help of the sect's luck. In the future, the improvement of your cultivation level will be your own destiny.
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"Disciple is willing, thank you so much for your guidance!"
Fan Chongfeng stood up and bowed down, feeling very happy that luck favored him and he made the right bet.
The master of the temple proposed that he should relax his martial arts and rebuild his cultivation. He had seen similar suggestions before in the library of Daolu branch. He had been a spy for nearly ten years, and countless souls had died under his schemes and hands.
Having experienced too many evil deeds, he decided to follow the Guanzhu's instructions without hesitation.
He is tired of such intrigues and fighting with others. He chants sutras under the green lantern, fasts and has a peaceful mind. He is willing to return to the tranquility he had when he first entered the Taoist sect.
"Blessed Heavenly Lord, may you rebuild your Wuwei bones as soon as possible and experience a pure and clear state of mind."
Zhang Guanzhu stood up and helped the man who was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He didn't want this hard-working spy who had made countless contributions to the Daolu Academy to bleed and cry, and not end well.
Didn't he make great contributions to the Daolu branch at the beginning, but achieved very little, and he felt the same way. If he hadn't been lucky, rose quickly, made many friends, and climbed out from the bottom, there would be no Xianlingguan sect today.
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He said hello to He Guangjun last night and got a lot of information about Fan Chongfeng this morning.
As the Celestial Master who protects the country, he is the third most important figure after the Taoist Supervisor and the Great Celestial Master, so he still has some rights.
He led the man who took off his mask and had a hideous scar on his face to the outside of the main hall. When the mountain chief, Yue Anyan, Zhao Zhuer, the deacon in charge, and all the first batch of disciples at the mountain gate came, the temple master and the mountain chief, Yue Anyan came.
, Zhao Zhuer, the deacon in charge said a few words briefly.
Everyone walked into the hall and held a simple ceremony to accept disciples.
The mountain chief registered Fan Chongfeng's name in the register, and asked Fan Chongfeng to burn three sticks of incense and worship the Taoist ancestor and master. From now on, Fan Chongfeng is an official disciple of Xianling Temple.
Fan Chongfeng bowed solemnly to the leader of the temple and followed the deacon and disciples out the door.
In the winter, the sun shone lightly on his body, making him feel warm. Until this moment, he felt relaxed all over. He resigned from his position as the Guanfeng Envoy in the Daolu Branch after asking the Guanzhu for instructions. He no longer wanted to take care of irrelevant matters.
Zhuang Yu looked at the ugly disfigured man looking up at the sky with interest.
He was well-informed and knew about the major events that had happened in the city in the past few days. The spy in front of him had been in the wild for almost ten years without losing his life. With the help of the Guanzhu's "power", he moved the Guanfeng envoy from the Daolu branch.
Dutong Zhang Baoshun.
In the past two days, he was collecting information about Fan Chongfeng. He heard that the man who won the lawsuit came to the sect with Lu Huan yesterday, and unexpectedly he became a fellow sect member today.
It was fate that he would have a good time chatting with a fellow spy.
"Senior Brother Fan, if you don't mind it, I happen to have a human skin mask on hand. I can give it to Senior Brother Fan so that he can walk with a new look and save himself from scaring several senior fellow apprentices, don't you think?"
Zhuang Yu had a shy smile on her face and greeted her politely. He was able to hide in the wild for four years and escape countless pursuits from Brother Da'an and Yamazawa Yexiu. What a talent.
Fan Chongfeng saw that the familiar aura on this apprentice disciple was a kind of intuition as a fellow practitioner. He was not polite and said with a smile: "Thank you, Junior Brother Zhuang, for your timely help. Fan is not polite."
He took a wooden box with both hands.
No matter what the purpose of this kindness was, he would take it first and talk about it later.
Yan Jing looked at Fan Chongfeng's ugly face. Unlike Qian Jing, she had never experienced fighting in battle. She said: "It is said that when you advance to Jindan, you have a chance to correct your physical defects. Senior Brother Fan doesn't have to worry, there will be
It will be a day to regain your appearance. Before that, I can help you use medicine to slightly smooth your face so that it can fit the human skin mask more easily."
Fan Chongfeng cupped his hands and said: "I don't dare to address you as senior brother. If I accept Senior Sister Yan's good words, I will trouble Senior Sister Yan."
With his photographic memory for recognizing people, he remembered all the introductions he had made once in the main hall.
He is more than ten years older than the master of the temple, but in front of the monk Yan Jing in the Free Realm, he does not dare to regard himself as his senior brother. He still understands this etiquette.
Deacon Wei Jingjie glanced at Zhuang Yu, warned the bad boy Yan not to cause trouble, and said to Fan Chongfeng: "Let's go to the Zhanglu Hall to have a chat. Later I will take you to collect your identity card and a pair of robes, and arrange a residence in the courtyard.
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"Yes, please, Archdeacon!"
The news that Xianlingguan had accepted a new disciple spread that day.
The temple owner, the mountain chief, Yue Anyan, and Zhao Zhuer walked into the side hall, and Zhao Zhuer started to boil tea. The three of them listened to the temple owner taking out a stack of files and introducing Fan Chongfeng's past. After talking about various things for about a quarter of an hour, the mountain chief slapped the case and reprimanded angrily:
"Shameless person, scum of Taoism!"
"Yes, he is being secretly threatened. I can't just sit back and do nothing, so I will accept him as a disciple of Xianlingguan and do what he should do. I didn't discuss it with you in advance. Please forgive me!"
Zhang Guanzhu smiled and cupped his hands.
Zhao Zhu'er curled his lips. Does the temple master need to recruit a disciple? Is it necessary to mobilize the troops? There must be something important to talk about. He urged: "Buddhist master, don't beat around the bush. I have to go back to Qingzheng Courtyard to do business."
Zhang Guanzhu stretched out his hand halfway, then retracted it. He used to rub this girl's head in the Luoshahu town drug store. He had to change his habit. He took out the map of the location of the mine, handed it to the mountain chief, and said: "Fan Chongfeng's disciple."
Li, a crystal mine."
The mountain leader was stunned for a moment, then took the drawing and smiled in disgrace.