Immortality begins with monks from the side sect

Chapter 26 Banquet
  The Thirty-one Aperture Realm monks are so terrifying, reaching the third level of Qi Refining?
  If it's just a lower-grade Taoist foundation, that's not bad, but if it's compared to a high-grade Taoist foundation, isn't it just the first level of Qi refining?
  Ugh.
  Chen Ci was silent for a moment, ignoring this heartbreaking fact, and began to check the items he wanted to bring when going out.

The spirit bottle is the most important thing.

Close-fitting soft armor, spiritual iron dagger.

Fifteen soul-fixing charms.

Two hundred taels of gold.

Carry the magic weapon and a few Bigu Pills with you.

It seemed like there was nothing more to bring.

By the way, there is also the statue of the Five Rams and the method of sacrificial refining. Should you take it to Fangshi and sell it?

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ci gave up the idea. No matter how unbearable the man surnamed Ma was, he probably had a few familiar monks. The Heshan sect who went to various counties in Xishan Prefecture this time should have visited Fang City, just in case. It was also a twists and turns when hit.

If you hide it for another year and a half, even if no one refines this magic weapon, it will only lose one or two levels of restrictions, which won't have much impact.

Chen Ci made up his mind, got on his horse, and looked back at his Sanyin Temple.

Although he is now a mature monk, he has fought magic, killed people, and bumped into ghosts. He does not need to be as cautious as the first time when traveling far away, but he is still reluctant to leave his Taoist temple.

"Go early and return early."

"drive!"

The first time he was born, the second time he was familiar with it. This time Chen Ci hurried a little faster, but the tempered Taoist body was not too sleepy in such a hurry. After dismounting, the three yin true energy circulated all over the body to remove dust, and the whole person was full of energy. Go all the way to Fuhu Altar.

"Fuhu Altar."

It was still a towering tall building with jade eaves on the corridors. After Chen Ci came to the door and explained his intention, the Taoist boy on duty at the door did not dare to neglect. He said "Uncle, wait a moment" and went in to report. However, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a square face appeared after a while. After walking out, Chen Ci had a slight feeling that his cultivation level was about the same as that of the fat man named Ding, which was about ten or so.

Chen Ci cupped his hands and saluted: "I am Chen Ci at the Sanyin Temple in Changping County. What should I call this fellow Taoist?"

In fact, apart from direct disciples, most monks who take on disciples only deal with daily chores for themselves and do not give them too many cultivation resources.

If you don’t have enough for yourself, how can you have enough to support others?

Therefore, Taoist Hutou obviously wants to build a high-grade Taoist foundation, but the cultivation level of his disciples is not very high. Most of the people who come out to receive and manage affairs are the deacons of the temple, and I am afraid they will not expect to advance in practice.

The square-faced Taoist glanced at Chen Ci, and then smiled and said: "Poverty Taoist Huang Yu, is Taoist friend Chen here here to deliver blood essence?"

"Exactly."

Huang Yu welcomed Chen Ci in and said with a smile: "I will take Taoist fellow Taoist to the Internal Affairs Office to hand over the matter first. The master will entertain all Taoist fellow Taoists at noon tomorrow and also invites Taoist fellow Taoist Chen to stay in the temple for one night."

"That's it."

Chen Ci understood. It was estimated that everything would be explained at the dinner tomorrow.

The two of them entered the Fuhu Altar one after another, and soon arrived at the Internal Affairs Office. Inside, there was an old Taoist guarding a small cauldron, leaning over the table and recording something.

Chen Ci took out the spirit nourishing bottle, and the old Taoist took it, weighed it, and then smiled and said: "One hundred and twenty drops, fellow Taoist, you are serious about it."

After pouring the essence and blood into the small cauldron, the old Taoist picked up a pen, polished it, and wrote on the booklet: "Chen Ci of Sanyin Temple in Changping County, donate 120 drops of essence and blood in one month, and record two merits."

Two merits?

Chen Ci touched his chin, and Taoist Huang said with a smile: "My master has said that if you offer blood essence and blood for the first time, every drop will be counted as one more merit. In the future, one hundred drops of essence and blood will be one merit."

Oh.

Chen Ci smacked his lips. It was a pity that he had extracted nineteen more drops, which should have been saved until next month.

After the two of them left the Internal Affairs Office, Chen Ci shook her hand and quietly handed over two soul-fixing charms, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Huang, I prefer peace and quiet. Can you arrange a quieter place for me?"

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist. Please come with me for these little things."

Taoist Huang Yu rolled up his long sleeves and took the soul-fixing talisman. The smile on his face became even brighter. He led Chen Ci to a quiet courtyard. He had a slight feeling that this place was actually a low-grade netherworld. It seemed that it was not the place where ordinary people would live. Don't come in.

Cultivation is also full of human feelings and sophistication.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, the entire mountain behind Fuhu Altar is where masters practice. If you have nothing to do, it is better not to go to the back mountain. If you accidentally encounter any restrictions, it will not be beautiful."

"I understand, thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me." Chen Ci nodded and thanked, and suddenly asked: "By the way, how many fellow Taoists have come to Xishan Mansion?"

"There should be thirty-seven, but only about twenty fellow Taoists have arrived now. It is estimated that the other fellow Taoists will not come until the evening."

Thirty-seven people, at least 3,700 drops of blood every month.

Darling, it may not be enough for a bath, but it is definitely more than enough for a foot bath. I don’t know if this tiger-headed Taoist requires so much essence and blood to refine some magic weapon, or to cultivate some magical power, which is astonishing.

Chen Ci was sitting on the bed, closing his eyes and resting his mind. However, it was not advisable to practice while away from home. He should wait until Haishi to practice the Sanyin Qi-eating method several times and then rest.

Top-grade Daoji, you are so enviable!
  The next day, noon.

The main hall of Fuhu Altar.

Chen Ci sat in front of the small table, curiously looking at the red wine contained in the exquisite porcelain cup in front of her. She held it in front of her nose and smelled it. It was very spicy, but also had a strange aroma. It was obviously not a fruit wine like ordinary wine. .

To be honest, it was his first time to participate in this kind of banquet where one person, one table, and people were seated on both sides of the hall. It was a bit novel. Originally, Chen Ci wanted to chat with the people at the table and inquire about something, but now he felt a little uncomfortable. It’s convenient to whisper to each other.

Dozens of well-dressed maids served the delicious food and wine to the tables of the disciples of the Heshan Sect. They did not leave, but waited at the table. Some of the Heshan Sect disciples were more wanton and directly pulled the maids into their arms. He started playing with it, which made several people nearby laugh, and it also heated up the atmosphere of the banquet.

Still too thin-skinned.

Chen Ci glanced at the two beautiful maids beside him, but he didn't really start. He just took a few sips of the wine. Not to mention, the red wine tasted really good. Although it was strong in the mouth, it felt very comfortable in the throat.

"Among the thirty-seven Heshan Cult disciples in Xishan Mansion, apart from the monks at Fuhu Altar, the ones with the highest cultivation levels are probably the two sitting in front. Their true energy is probably twice as thick as mine. I estimate. He has a cultivation level of seventy or eighty, but he is a bit old."

Chen Ci took a glance and saw that the two Heshan sect disciples both had white hair and skinny bodies. Judging by their appearance, they were eighty or ninety years old. Although their cultivation levels were high, they were already showing signs of decline. They were probably neither It may be that if you hit the road base, you won't be able to survive for long.

It looks like one or twenty years.

"As for other people, those who have higher cultivation than me are older than me, and those who look younger than me have lower cultivation than me."

"Win twice!"

Chen Ci calmed down slightly. It seemed that even among the many rumors about Heshan Sect and Xishan Mansion, he could be regarded as an aspiring young man.

As soon as he put down the wine glass, the maid on the side filled it up obediently. Chen Cizheng was about to ask, but suddenly a bell rang, suppressing the noise of the entire banquet. All the monks of the Heshan Sect on the scene immediately After adjusting their clothes, even the slutty ones sat upright and did not dare to be arrogant.

Immediately, a burly figure wearing a red monk's robe walked out from the back of the palace, with a menacing momentum, a tiger's head, a swallow-like jaw, wide eyes, and a beard that seemed to be stained with blood. The true energy around his body was almost condensed into substance, and he went back and forth with his breathing. .

"I've met Senior Brother Qinhu."

"Meet Senior Brother"

All the Heshan Sect disciples on the field stood up and saluted, but they had different titles. Chen Ci also called him "Senior Brother".

"No courtesy, I'll make a long story short."

The burly Taoist grabbed his Taoist robe and said in a voice like a tiger's roar: "If a certain person attains the highest level of Taoism, he can be included in the true biography of the mountain sect. Those who have the most merit can be worshiped under a certain sect and enter the inner sect together."

The true biography of Heshan Sect?
  Entering the inner gate at the same time?

"The redemption of the other Ying Dan magic talisman books has been completed. Junior brothers, you can take a look at it later. I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Drink this cup to the full!"

The tiger-head Taoist held a three-legged bronze tripod cup and drank all the wine in one gulp. Everyone on the scene also raised their glasses together: "Drink up!"

Chen Ci felt a little drunk after a glass of strong wine went down his throat, and an idea came to him inexplicably.

Man, that's what it is!

Taoist Hutou came and went in a hurry, but when he left, the atmosphere at the banquet became lively again. The wine and delicacies in Fuhutan were indeed good, and they could not be enjoyed in remote places.

But when the maid brought a gold book to everyone's table, there were several soft shouts and someone accidentally knocked down the wine cup.

Chen Ci's seat was in the middle, and he got the gold book without delaying a few beats.

Turning it over, the first page of the gold book reads:

The True Talisman of the Seven Killing Souls: If you perform a thousand merits, only one can extend your life for a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)