Chen Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

An uncontrollable gratitude waving in my heart.

He immediately bowed down and gave a great gift, saying sincerely:

"Thank you for your success! You will definitely move forward bravely and live up to your teacher's kindness!"

Mr. Lan laughed loudly, and waved his sleeves to signal Chen Fusheng to get up, and said happily:

"With your words, my hard work will definitely not be in vain! The temple has been completed, and the next thing we will see is your fortune, how to compete for luck, and how to seize the spiritual kiln. The road ahead is difficult, so don't slack off!"

Chen Fusheng thanked him for a great gift, stood up, then thought for a while, and asked sincerely:

"Young Master Lan, how can you be considered a victory? Has it seized the opportunity?"

"It's not complicated at all, you can tell at a glance."

Mr. Lan explained, "If the area of ​​Baoqi Town is compared to a picture, then every temple building is equivalent to a clear ink dot."

"Or it is equivalent to a vein joint."

Mr. Lan pointed at Chen Fusheng's palm:

"What you see in your palm is your own altar. As long as you search for fairies and ghosts in Baoqi Town, kill them, and sacrifice them to the altar. Solve the difficulties of the people here, you can gain merit and luck."

"The more famous you are, the more demons you win, the stronger the temple, the veins in the palm of your palm will spread. Other temples, which are not as good as your temples, will be suppressed by you and gradually sink."

"The so-called predecessor to victory can be observed in your palm. Whenever a temple and altar sinks, your palm will be displayed."

"Until you win a great victory, monopolize the luck here, and be favored by the geographical trend, you can combine all the temples and sights! You can get this place in full control!"

"This place is under your control, and the spiritual kiln will come into being. You are the only lord of the spiritual kiln!"

Chen Fusheng suddenly realized it and nodded and received the teachings.

"In other words, the stronger my temples are, the weaker the other temples are, and the altars will be suppressed and sunk. When my luck is like a divergent veins and control the geography, the spiritual kiln will come into being..."

Chen Fusheng understood all this clearly, and his fighting spirit in his heart would rise up uncontrollably!

The road to fighting for luck is to move forward without any obstacles and be invincible with me!

After Mr. Lan finished speaking, he mentioned a few more words about how to sacrifice. Then he stopped talking, but instead patrolled the entire temple space with emotion:

"Fusheng, this place is called Zhenlong Mountain... I have been wandering alone in this mountain range for nearly a hundred years..."

Chen Fusheng was shocked when he heard this.

"Young Master Lan, haven't you ever thought about leaving?"

"Leave? I want to..." Mr. Lan shook his head helplessly, with a complicated expression, "I don't know who I am, and I don't know why I am imprisoned here. Day after day, year after year, I can't stay away, just a lonely ghost..."

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but remember that when Zhu Yan mentioned the male ghost, he said that he was controlled by Mao Kongtong, and immediately asked:

"Mao Kongtong knows your identity as Mr. Lan?"

When Mr. Lan heard the name of "Mao Kongtong", his face suddenly became a little strange.

"My memories are often forgotten inexplicably, so in order to maintain a rare memory, I will find some special fun..."

"Since the arrival of a cultivator in this Baoqi Town, I have often pretended to be a wandering soul and used the hands of a cultivator to gain some happiness for self-joyment..."

"Otherwise, if I exist here, what's the point of saying? Wouldn't I really become a lonely ghost?"

Chen Fusheng was speechless after hearing Mr. Lan’s explanation.

In other words, this registered master "harmed" many fairies and ghosts, all of which were used as a joyful thing to entertain themselves, stimulating their sense of existence...

After Mr. Lan finished speaking, he felt so excited and waved his hand and said:

"Don't talk about these boring things, talk about serious things..."

"Why did this mountain lock me up here? I have been looking for answers. This cave is the privacy I have polished out bit by bit over the past century."

"My original idea was to find a descendant of the robe and mantle, build temples and temples with military heritage, occupy the lord of the spiritual kiln, and then solve my confusion."

"But it's hard to find successors, and all you see are mediocre people. Fortunately, I met you very much. Although it is not a military heritage, if you succeed in the Lord of the Spirit Kiln, you can help me resolve my confusion."

Chen Fusheng immediately said solemnly: "Disciple must do its best!"

Mr. Lan nodded:

"Well, I met you today and saw this good sword again. There are a few more sword techniques in my memory. I need to think about it and teach you next time..."

"I cannot stay here for a long time, as it will affect my soul's stability. The temple has been completed. When you enter and exit, you only need to open it with one sword... Others do not have your permission or warrant, and it is difficult to peek into this place."

After saying that, Mr. Lan's figure became blurry again, like an invisible ghost, floating out of the cave, leaving only one sentence:

"See you next time, I will look for you..."

The words scattered in vagueness, and people were gone without a trace.

Chen Fusheng bowed to say goodbye.

After a moment, he turned around and looked at the mysterious altar and pondered slightly.

Since the temple has been completed, the "defeated book" can be carried out.

Chen Fusheng approached the altar, turned his wrist and the "Futu Mother Lock" in his sleeve appeared.

Since I got the mother lock of the "Son Mother and Mother" it has completely served as storage. Some small objects can be locked in it. The backpack is not used.

The "Futu Mother Lock" shook gently, and the vermilion bellyband from Jiang Youcai's house flashed out in the hole at the bottom.

Chen Fusheng's temple altar was just a new construction and has not yet had any essence of luck. It can only start to work unless there are sacrifices such as fairies, ghosts, and evil deeds.

Previously, Chen Fusheng left this bellyband casually, hoping to destroy it in the future so as not to cause harm to the world. Now he can sacrifice himself to the altar and give back some rewards.

He threw the vermilion bellyband into the altar.

moment.

The bellyband turns into nothingness.

Immediately, a mysterious aura was sensed by Chen Fusheng as if it had arrived again.

at the same time.

The little mark on his palm was also slightly hot.

Chen Fusheng gathered his thoughts, his fingers burst out, and stood in front of him.

It can be seen that the fingertips are subtly lingering with shadows of rays of storm.

This is luck!

Although it is pitifully small, it seems that it can be blown away with just one blow.

But countless practitioners in the world go on a follow-up journey and pursue this ray of geographical luck.

As long as the accumulation of luck obtained increases, the essence is improved and condensed into "Yuyun Danzhu", it is an indispensable promotion for practitioners!

Chen Fusheng stared at the trace of luck he had obtained, continued to wave his mind, burst out his fingers, and engraved a spell on the altar mark in his palm.

Mr. Lan had already given advice before, so Chen Fusheng wrote this "failed book" very quickly in accordance with the rules. In just a moment, it was completed in one go.

In an instant, another trace was added to the altar mark in his palm.

The "defeated letter" has been completed. As long as you go to Chaochunlou to discuss and the two sides sign an alliance, the matter will be decided.

The difficulty is, will Jiang Ni agree? Will he accept it?

Chen Fusheng gently held his palm and no longer thought about it.

He carried a banner and held a sword on his back, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Then he started a sword and cut open the thick fog in front of him.

Sneak~~

The thick fog separates like a curtain.

Chen Fusheng stepped out.

After only a moment of trance, his gaze returned to clarity.

But he had already stepped on the dusty blue and black tiles and appeared on the top of the temple.

Looking back, it was indeed a cliff.

"When entering the temple, you have to jump down from the top of the ruined temple... and then you can get out of the hole with a sword and go back directly to the top of the ruined temple..."

Chen Fusheng nodded slowly, no longer hesitated, and carefully approached the broken corner along the roof tiles on the temple roof, and then climbed down the branches.

When he landed, he let out a long breath and felt at ease.

A blink of an eye.

The Xiaotian Dog has turned into a dog-headed, cat-clawed and leopard-body. She squats under the steps of the ruined temple with great vigilance, with her eyes grinning, and her spirits are tense, as if she is facing a great enemy.

"Owner!!"

As soon as he saw Chen Fusheng return, Xiaotian Dog looked tense and immediately deflated and flew over in a hurry.

"Master, this place is so scary! I always feel that there is a huge threat and I dare not relax at all! Let's go, go down the mountain quickly, I can't stay anymore..."

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Chapter completed!