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　　 The eldest son of the village chief’s family was impatient and exclaimed, “I didn’t expect this brother to be a fairy teacher. I don’t know if there are any magical powers that can let us villagers see and see?”

　　 Lu Zhengkang released the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. Everyone was shocked, but they saw the bowls and chopsticks floating in the air, unmoving.

A child screamed and ran away, cheering: "Our house is a fairy! Our house is a fairy!" His voice resounded like a bird in this small enclosed fishing village, echoed by the beach. Reverberating between the house and the fishing boat, over and over again, so everyone knew, Yu Lian invited a fairy master.

　　 In fact, the effect is the same as when a celebrity comes to the house. This small village is also the first time to welcome immortals. There is no corresponding etiquette at all. Everyone swarmed and gathered in front of the village chief’s house, looking like they were about to move.

　　 The eldest son of the village chief’s family put down his bowl and waved his chopsticks to drive people away.

Lu Zhengkang said to the village chief: "I am a witch, and I just need to find a benevolent family for support, know how to treat diseases and eliminate plagues, can predict the weather, explore aquatic products, pray for longevity, deliver births and funerals, do business well, and do not charge. Extradition is also possible. You also enter the practice gate."

　　 Even if he was a job interview, everyone did not expect that a fairy teacher would propose to pick up their offer during dinner. This kind of thing is not only strange, but also magical.

The village chief is a person who doesn't like gambling. He was silent for a while, trying to divert the topic away without a trace. His second son laughed, "That's great. Lu Wuzhu lives in our house, Yujia Village Seven Households People are willing to worship you!"

　　 This is a big decision. It should have been made by the head of the family, but the young and powerful second son is already eager to try. The eldest brother came back and heard it. He pulled the second brother's shoulder and stared at him. The village chief blocked Lu Zhengkang's sight and saw the immortal master's face like a spring breeze. For a while, he didn't know what to do.

　　 The second son got rid of his eldest brother's entanglement, and leaned to Daddy's ear: "There are no outsiders in our village."

　　 There are people surnamed Yu in the village. Only women come from outside the village, but women have no decision-making power. Therefore, there are no outsiders in the village.

　　 A wild Wu Zhu, to a village closed like a stuffy box, is simply perfect.

　　 Lu Zhengkang said he was Wu Zhu, but he was right. He knew the ritual of praying, but he needed a totem if he wanted Wu Zhu's mana to be effective.

　　 Not all fishermen believe in the Dragon King and Mazu. The people here actually believed in Tianwu, the **** of water with a human face. But this belief quickly became lonely after the Yu family came to the beach.

　　 When I arrived at a place, I ate food from that place. Tianwu seemed to be unable to control maritime affairs, and later the belief in the Dragon Lord arose.

This is how Yu Lian introduced Lu Zhengkang. However, the old people in the village knew more inside stories. It was not that they were really inspired by some gods, but that the priests of Tianwu were not as good as the priests of the Dragon King and came to the sea from the inland. , A brand-new production system requires a brand-new faith to support it.

　　 The priest of Tianwu didn’t know how to watch the weather on the seashore, and couldn’t predict the fish, so he was abandoned. It was that simple.

　　 But that was a long time ago. The knowledge of fisheries has penetrated into the bones of every fisherman. The profession of priests has quietly disappeared, and now only exists in the mouth of the elderly in the village.

　　Lu Zhengkang went to the ancestral tomb of Yu's family. It was on the north **** of an earthy mountain to the west. The mountains and rivers were cloudy in the south. The feng shui here was good, and the clean gloomy air deposited in the tomb was suitable for him to practice.

　　 So, Lu Zhengkang wanted to live in the cemetery for a period of time. He told the people in Yujiacun that he wanted to create an ancestral **** for them. With the blessing of the ancestor god, they can be safe in the future.

　　Yu even asked his family to accept the heart seal, so their family has the ability to have a heart-to-heart, let the villagers know, everyone yearns for it.

　　 Lu Zhengkang rushed to the back mountain, and Yu Lian took the young people from the village and arranged a temporary residence for Wu Zhu.

"From today, seven days a week, you can send me one meal a day. Come early and arrive before noon. On the seventh day, you must prepare an altar in the village. At night, I will take you with you. The ancestors come. Ask all the Yu family to come out and worship."

　　 After he ordered, he settled in the grave with peace of mind.

The eighteen secret seals required by the magical powers of the Chitian Underworld are: Soul Removal, Soul Extraction, Transformation, Transcendence, Exorcising Ghosts, Sealing, Dangling, Forming Qi, Recruiting Ghosts, Eating Moon, Passing Seclusion, Vicious Punishment, and Turning Body , Sen Luo, Gui Cry, Huiyang, Blood Sea, Soldier Tomb.

　　 He wants to shape the ancestral gods. For seven days, he will refine his true qi during the day, absorb the nether qi and moonlight qi at night, and then refine the emperor seal and metamorphosis seal.

　　 The cemetery is in the deep forest, and it looks groggy even in the daytime. Lu Zhengkang's daily arrangements are in place.

At sunrise in the morning, go to the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun from the sea, and draw a purple sun, a flame, the former is gray with blue and purple, the latter is beautiful brilliant gold, but it is not refined Pure, you can continue to subdivide, but it is not necessary. There are not many at first, and subdivided them will disappear.

Lu Zhengkang refines the vitality of Ziyang into his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's like spreading a ball of flour scalded with hot water on the internal organs, warming it, and then bringing the air into the heart palace. , Five internal organs and five qi circulate, nourishing the whole body. These things are the Taoist method of practicing Qi, and Lu Zhengkang uses these steps to omit tedious morning exercises.

　　 After doing this, I sweated a little bit all over, and the wind from the mountains was blowing, which was quite refreshing.

　　 After a while, the Yu family brought breakfast. Besides rain, there was also a small bowl of glutinous rice. It's not easy to farm by the sea. This glutinous rice was bought from other villages by wading through mountains and rivers. It is very precious.

　　 Food delivery people usually ask Lu Zhengkang to plant a heart mark for them, and Lu Zhengkang will naturally not refuse.

　　 After eating, he sat quietly and adjusted his breath without moving. He drew a circle around him with force to block insects and beasts. As for himself, he fell silent and mixed with the heaven and the earth.

Suddenly it entered the night, and then it was time to draw vigorously while the ghost energy in the cemetery was rising, divine consciousness spread out, and entangled with these qi, Lu Zhengkang's subjective feeling was that he was washing his hair with cold water. , The scalp is icy, and the divine consciousness is intertwined with these intricate dark and deep air machines, and one can hear some nonsense: the fragmentary thoughts left by most of the dead.

　　 "I really want to go to sea again."

　　 "I don't know if the dried fish at home is dried..."

　　 "I want to eat dumplings."

　　 "Is there anything wrong with my son?"

　　 "I'm here to find my wife, where did you die? Walk slowly on Huangquan Road."

　　 "Jiaomei, I still like you very much. When I catch a big fish, I will hire you at your house..."

　　 Ignoring the facts in the cemetery, the obsession of the dead is quite warm.