"The name of no self in the world..."

Chen Fusheng heard the male ghost senior say this, but he did not hear any regrets or melancholy.

It seems that this male ghost senior is just worried about his lack of memory and does not care much about who he is.

"Senior often loses memory? You said before, if it weren't for this sword, you would have forgotten even me and Zhu Yan?"

“It’s true…”

The male ghost who occupied Zhu Yan's body said, "In my spiritual consciousness, it seems that there is a curse or a restriction. I often forget many things, and even those I have seen will forget..."

He said, waved his hand again:

"Don't call me senior, maybe I'm still very young... Well, I once heard this fox girl call me a male ghost, so I'll take the surname "Lan". You call me Mr. Lan in the future."

"Lan, Mr..................." Chen Fusheng was stunned for a moment, but then smiled, "Okay, since Senior... Mr. Lan doesn't mind the younger generation being rude, then I will naturally obey."

Young Master Lan nodded slightly, looked at Chen Fusheng and said:

"May I have your name?"

"The younger generation's surname is Chen and his name is Fu Sheng."

"Fusheng, well, not bad! A good name, with a fairy-family artistic conception."

Mr. Lan asked again: "Is your master a member of the Taoist sect?"

"The master is the orthodox of the Taoist sect Penglai."

"Teacher?"

"My master passed away a year ago."

"Oh? He passed away? Wouldn't he not have a master now?"

Chen Fusheng was stunned when he heard this and nodded immediately, "I am practicing alone now, and I really don't have a master."

"Then do you have any fellow disciples?" Mr. Lan continued to ask with interest.

"No, my master only accepted me as a disciple and raised me since I was a child." Chen Fusheng said this, and when he recalled his master, he couldn't help feeling a little sad again.

Mr. Lan seemed very happy and murmured:

"No master, no fellow disciple, no worries, no worries, is a good seedling..."

Chen Fusheng didn't hear it clearly, and couldn't help but wonder: "What does Mr. Lan want to say?"

"Would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

Young Master Lan suddenly said seriously.

"ah?"

Chen Fusheng was stunned again.

Mr. Lan waved his hand and said without caring:

"You don't need to fulfill your responsibilities as a master and apprentice. What I want is a disciple like you who is careless. Well, let alone you are in line with my wishes. I want to accept you as a registered disciple, are you willing?"

Chen Fusheng's heart suddenly fluctuated.

Regardless of whether this young master Lan is right or evil, what is the background.

He just left a firework mark before, shocked Tuoba and swallowed the tiger. He passed on another move "Thunder Crazy Style" and killed He Shouweng away.

Chen Fusheng felt that he could not repay his two kindnesses.

Now that he heard him accepting disciples, Chen Fusheng was not willing to do so.

"Disciple is willing!"

Chen Fusheng was solemn and upright, and saluted respectfully.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect that I, a lonely ghost, could even accept a disciple who suits my wishes!"

Young Master Lan nodded with satisfaction.

Chen Fusheng immediately knelt down, kowtowed and said sincerely:

"Disciple Chen Fusheng, pay homage to my mentor!"

Mr. Lan reached out to help him and said with a smile:

"When you get up, I don't like these etiquettes. From now on, you will be my registered disciple, so I will still call me Mr. Lan. If you call me Master and call me old, I will not be happy..."

Chen Fusheng nodded and said yes, and he was still worshiping him with a big gift before he got up.

Mr. Lan smiled and said:

"It's a pity that you have entered the Taoist sect and some rules are not easy to violate. With your qualifications and understanding, it is best to practice military and martial arts, practice swords."

Chen Fusheng just smiled slightly, and it was difficult to take on this topic.

"Fusheng, I think you are already in the second level of Dharma. When you come to this Baoqi Town, why don't you create a temple? Compete for the Lord of the Spirit Kiln? Haven't your previous master said it?"

Chen Fusheng immediately said ashamed:

"The disciple came to Baoqi Town to bring the remains of his master back to his hometown and buried him in peace. The master passed away early and did not mention it..."

"Although my disciple has a Taoist identity, it is difficult to get the support of the Taoist sect... The master was expelled from Penglai before, so I did not create a temple..."

"Hahaha......"

Mr. Lan laughed loudly, laughing happily:

"It's amazing! There is no master or fellow disciple, and the Taoist sect that has been passed down has also been exiled. It's true that there is no worries! I was worried about your Taoist background before, but now it seems that God really helps me..."

Chen Fusheng didn't understand his intentions, so he had to remain silent and wait for the following text.

After laughing, Mr. Lan said seriously:

"I will help you create a temple, are you willing?"

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but stare at the famous master, and after a while, hesitated:

"Disciple... I have accepted Chaochunlou and took over the responsibility of the Chaochunlou Temple Guanguanren..."

The words have not ended.

After hearing this, Mr. Lan waved his hand and said without caring:

"If you create a temple yourself, why do you need to look at the faces of others? Just push it."

Chen Fusheng hesitated immediately, but still shook his head:

"A real man promises a thousand gold, how can he refuse what he promises?"

Young Master Lan frowned slightly:

"What? Don't you want to create a temple by yourself and become the lord of the spiritual kiln by yourself?"

Chen Fusheng's face was calm and he bowed:

"It's not that my disciples are ignorant of esteem. But Miss Jiang Ni from Chaochunlou has been kind to me and my master, and has paid a great price to help me bury my master. I have to repay my kindness and righteousness. Since I have agreed to her, I cannot be ungrateful."

Mr. Lan looked at Chen Fusheng and nodded slowly:

"Yes, a real man can't be ungrateful! You silly boy are right, I don't know what you are like."

Chen Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him with his fists.

Mr. Lan still said with a smile:

"Although you have become a guardian, you are not unable to create temples by yourself. At most, it will be harder and there will be no conflict."

"ah?"

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but be surprised.

Mr. Lan sat on the ground, signaled Chen Fusheng to sit down, and said calmly:

"Since the chaos was opened and the world was first opened, there were practitioners in the world. Create temples, build spiritual kilns, develop spiritual mountains, and make blessed lands. From then on, you will refine all kinds of great ways, create the cave heaven, and achieve the fruit of celestial immortals!"

"For tens of thousands of years, I have experienced many complicated and bizarre changes in my practice. Just creating temples, building spiritual kilns, and upgrading from three realms to four realms. There are countless tricks in this process, which are not as stubborn as you think."

After hearing this, Chen Fusheng said respectfully: "Disciple listen to the advice!"

Mr. Lan asked: "What happened to the Dacheng Spirit Kiln as you know?"

Chen Fusheng thought about it and slowly explained the simple knowledge he had obtained:

"Disciples only know that first of all, we must rely on factional support to cultivate qi with the large formation, and give birth to fairies and ghosts..."

"Then the practitioner enters the subjugation of demons and destruction of ghosts, gain merit and human hearts, and then builds a temple and altar with geographical luck. Then, continue to subjugate demons and destruction of ghosts, and accumulates energy. Until the prototype of the spiritual kiln is reached, he can break through in one fell swoop and be promoted to the lord of the spiritual kiln."

Mr. Lan nodded and said:

"Yes, the world of cultivation knows this principle. What if there is not only a temple built in a small rural town, but many practitioners intervene, then what if?"

Chen Fusheng said according to his own understanding:

"Of course, it is a competition from multiple parties. Whoever reaches the spiritual kiln will be the first to win."

"How to compete?" Mr. Lan asked with a smile.
To be continued...