Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

"Master, in front of you is Master Ding's yard, little maid"

The maid serving Chen Ci was an oval-faced maid. She was gentle and elegant, but her face was pale at this time and she was already speechless.

"Go down and pretend you've never been here before."

Chen Ci was not cruel, so he pinched a golden bean and threw it to her, then let the maid go first.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no trace of the maidservant, Chen Ci stepped forward and stood in front of the door and took a few photos.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Who is it?"

Ding Jiang opened the door with squinted eyes, his face a little unhappy, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately performed a face-changing trick, with a smile as bright as spring breeze: "Senior Brother Chen, why is it you?"

Chen Ci chuckled, but did not quarrel with the fat man. He only glanced at him twice, walked into the yard leisurely, and asked curiously: "We were having fun up front, why didn't I see you having fun?"

"Senior Brother Chen, you are joking."

Ding Jiang's fat face trembled a few times: "In private, I can only call Senior Brother Chen Senior Brother. We who say we are Master's disciples are actually not allowed to enter the Heshan Sect. How dare we go to the main hall to join in the fun."

"Hey, are you also studying the soul-fixing talisman?"

There are also a few talisman papers on the table in the room, but they are just the most ordinary yellow paper. The talisman patterns on them are exactly the soul-fixing talisman that Chen Ci is most familiar with.

But looking at the results, it should be nothing.

"A craftsman will starve to death in a famine year. My little brother, I don't have any talent for cultivation. If I want to live a comfortable life, I must know some craftsmanship."

Ding Jiang hastily cleared the table and served tea: "I'm just not as good as Senior Brother Chen. By the way, how did Senior Brother find my younger brother here?"

Chen Ci did not answer. He glanced at the useless talisman for a few times, and he roughly understood why the disciples of the Heshan Sect were not very accomplished in the soul-fixing talisman. It must be that they had too many thoughts in their hearts and could not calm down.

The word "calm mind" sounds simple, but not many people can actually achieve it at any time.

The dissolute appearance of the Heshan Sect's disciples just now probably has nothing to do with tranquility, so naturally the success rate of drawing talismans is not high.

"I came here just to ask you something, junior brother. Is it convenient?"

"Convenient, it must be convenient."

Ding Jiang slapped his thigh fiercely: "Senior brother, feel free to ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"In the Liang Kingdom, who is respected between Heshan Sect and Longhu Mountain?"

Chen Ci first asked a somewhat distant question.

Ding Jiang picked up the tea and took a sip, until he saw twenty taels of solid gold, he smiled and said: "Of course, Longhu Mountain is the most respected. There are two states and five prefectures in the Liang Kingdom. Our Heshan Sect is only stronger in one prefecture." .”

"Xishan Mansion?"

"It must be Jiujiang Prefecture where the Red Dragon Temple of the General Altar is located."

Ding Jiang laughed and put down the tea cup: "But Xishan Mansion is not bad. As long as you don't get too close to Quanshan Longhu Mountain and Jiuquan Temple, you are still free."

Quanzhou is bounded by the Quanshan Mountains and is divided into East and West Prefectures. Xishan Prefecture is located in the far west of Liang Kingdom, which can be regarded as the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

Chen Ci was silent for a moment. This seemed to be slightly different from what he thought.

Ding Jiang raised his head and looked at Chen Ci for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chen, you actually want to ask about blood essence, right?"

Chen Ci held the teacup and did not answer, but he obviously acquiesced.

Although essence and blood are taken from living creatures, the priority is essence, and the second priority is flesh and blood, so the priority of the raw materials is human, beast, and livestock.

To put it more bluntly, if the blood essence and blood are only extracted from animals, let alone exchange for merit points, I am afraid that it will be difficult to complete the monthly offerings.

The population of Changping County is just over 100,000. Even if the surrounding mountain people are included, the population is around 150,000. How many animal flesh and blood can be used by Chen Ci to sacrifice and practice the five yin evil spirit bags, and then extract hundreds and thousands of drops of blood essence?

Unless...it's a two-legged sheep...

Although the meaning of the merit value exchange of this golden book is not stated clearly, the meaning can be understood by any disciple of Heshan Sect.

But since there is no explicit statement, it means that it can only be done but not said.

Chen Ci neither understood the criteria nor was afraid of misunderstanding the organization's program.

"Actually, regarding the matter of essence and blood, Guanli only has two sentences, hehe."

Chen Ci dropped another forty taels of gold.

Ding Jiang organized his words and said: "To tell you the truth, my master has already passed Qi with Chilong Guan. He only wants blood and essence, regardless of means or reasons."

"If you fall short of the monthly payment, you will be scolded once. If you fall short of the monthly payment, you will be whipped twice. If you fall short of the monthly payment, you will have to make up for it with your own flesh and blood three times."

Ding Jiang nodded on the table: "One hundred drops of blood essence every month, this is the bottom line."

Chen Ci frowned, but with Taoist Tiger Head's power and Qi cultivation just now, this was obviously not a joke.

"But, there is another sentence."

Ding Jiang cleared his throat and said seriously: "You must remember that our Heshan Sect is also a famous sect of immortality."

…

Chen Ci took out his ears and felt slightly stunned.

This fat man...could he be entertaining the Taoist Master?

"Senior Brother Chen, don't believe it."

Ding Jiang spread his hands: "My master once made it clear that since our Heshan Sect can be upright and upright in observing and practicing cultivation, we are naturally also a famous and upright sect, not comparable to the Demon Sect."

"Anyway, this is the matter, this is the situation. The matter of essence and blood is contained in these two sentences. No matter how much information there is, there is no more information."

…

I only want essence and blood, regardless of means or reasons.

I, the Heshan Sect, am also a famous sect of immortality.

…

Listen, do people say it?

Only then did Chen Ci fully understand the meaning of Fuhutan.

That is, a memorial arch should be erected in the Fuhu Altar, but other disciples of the outside world should serve as the cousin.

If something big happened, Heshan Cult not only didn't know about it, but they might even take action to clean up the family.

"Beast..."

"Um?"

"No, I am asking Junior Brother Ding to teach me how to be a disciple of the famous and upright Heshan Sect."

Chen Ci gritted his teeth and handed over forty taels of gold again.

By the way, the fat man's wool collected here is almost two hundred taels of gold.

It’s time to grab a little notebook and jot it down.

"Oh, how embarrassing is this!"

Ding Jiang was also sighing. Although Xishan Mansion was rich and Fuhutan had a lot of financial resources, all the resources had to support his master who was preparing to attack the Dao Foundation. In fact, they, the handyman disciples, could not even touch the oil and water. Life was pretty tight.

"My little brother, I would like to state that I have always been law-abiding in Fuhu Altar."

"Senior brother, don't think about using death row prisoners to extract blood essence. Don't think about the beggars on the street, the woodcutter who collects firewood, the hunters who go into the mountains, and don't bully the non-traditional cultivators and other Taoists."

"This is not what a famous Immortal family did, please remember this."

…

During the conversation, Chen Ci also made it clear about the matter of offering essence and blood this time.

Both want and want.

Mom, pull your ass.

After Chen Ci left the Fuhu Altar, he didn't want to go shopping in Fuyunfang, so he headed straight to Sanyin Temple.

The monks who enter the practice are different from ordinary people. Killing an ordinary warrior is as easy as killing a chicken, let alone a practitioner.

In the Liang Kingdom, it was obvious that Longhu Mountain and Heshan Sect worked together to maintain stability. The monks of the two sects, together with a group of casual cultivators, could enjoy worldly wealth, but they could not take human lives lightly.

However, Heshan Sect is relatively easy to get sidelined due to problems with its techniques.

"If nothing happens, I will be a layman from Heshan Sect. If something happens, I will be a temporary worker from the outer sect."

Chen Ci, who had returned to Sanyin Temple, was walking in the courtyard when he suddenly realized something again.

In this world, good people like him who have no choice are really struggling every step of the way. But the fault is not his, but the side gate of Heshan, the Red Dragon Temple, and the Taoist Hutou.

"Facing this kind of showdown between sects and being forced by others, what should I do? What can I do?"

"You still have to stick to your true heart. Even if you are in a side door, you should wholeheartedly follow the Tao~"

Chen Ci took a deep breath.

"Niu Ji, go to the county and ask around, but there is still a vacancy for the executioner."

It's time to change the name.

Chen Ci silently thought about the years when a certain person was an executioner in the Autumn Field.

Before the path to immortality was accomplished, many things happened. Suddenly, I was far away from the monastery. It was hard to make any progress in my cultivation. I regretted that I didn’t hide my trump cards. It’s too late today. Alas~

(I suddenly went on a far journey. I will go home tomorrow and update vigorously. I will save more manuscripts. Every time I am dragged down by the updates, it is too late to regret. Dear readers, I am guilty~)