Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"These two things really have their own will!"

Wang Ba felt the movement inside and outside the Lingtai Temple, but his heart couldn't help but sink.

As early as before, when the three major sects of the Yan Kingdom attacked the Zhenling Palace, he had already discovered something was wrong with the statues in the Lingtai Temple.

He seemed to be vaguely affected by the Yin Shen statue. He was obviously in danger, but he behaved abnormally.

From that time on, he began to consciously observe the Lingtai Temple.

However, other than that, the statue was motionless, as if it was just a sculpture.

And he always remembered that when he condensed the hundred-life soul-sacrifice curse, the Yin Shen statue seemed a little afraid.

It also gave him something to think about.

The hundred-life soul-sacrifice curse is easy to solve. As long as it is cursed by someone and touches the soul, it will be automatically consumed.

At the same time, it can also vaguely check and balance the Yin God statue.

However, the existence of the Yinshen Statue made him somewhat elusive, but he still didn't know how to deal with it.

He wasn't quite sure whether this Yin Shen statue was good or bad for him.

So don't dare to act rashly.

In particular, the Yin Shen statue is actually part of his soul.

To a certain extent, the two have a relationship with two sides of the same body.

"But... to be able to make the Yin Shen statue so fearful, this ancestor's ancestral hall is indeed very extraordinary."

"Wanxiang Sect, I'm afraid we really came to the right place."

Wang Hao secretly thought.

"Uncle Master, shall we go in now?"

On the side, the Jindan Deacon of Rende Palace interrupted his thoughts softly.

"Ah...Okay, let's go in now!"

Wang Yan said.

Just as he was talking, several more Jindan monks came out under the leadership of a monk from the Human Virtue Hall.

Wang Hao glanced around and found that it was the person who had passed the entrance examination before.

Those who can pass the test are all considered members of the Wanxiang Sect. Although they are not familiar with each other yet, when they meet face to face, they all nod slightly.

However, most of the monks looked at Wang Ba with a hint of surprise and a friendly smile.

They are not blind and can be accompanied by monks from the Rende Palace alone. So far, it is only Jiang Yi.

Wang Yan can receive such treatment, even though he is just building a foundation at the moment, no Jindan master dares to look down upon him.

After a few people walked out, Wang Hao stepped in.

The moment you step into the Taoist temple.

Wang Yan suddenly noticed that the power of the Yin God that was originally flowing in the Lingtai Temple instantly stagnated.

Outside the Lingtai Temple, the black substance that was constantly twisting and full of filth and malice seemed to have stopped for an instant.

What shocked Wang Ba even more was that he was no longer even aware of his Dantian and the magic power in it.

The whole person is like a mortal without anything special.

The Jindan deacon of Rende Palace on the side explained in a low voice:

"Inside the ancestor's ancestral hall, everything below Lianxu is as usual."

"Refining the void..."

Wang Hao was slightly shocked.

Within a few steps, he saw the memorial tablets standing on the incense table like stairs in the Taoist temple hall.

On the top tablet, there are four characters:

Patriarch Chongyuan.

"Grandmaster Chongyuan is the founding ancestor of our Wanxiang Sect. He founded two palaces here tens of thousands of years ago and achieved great success. After that, the monks of the younger generation continued to develop and develop. After more than ten generations, we finally have to the current grand occasion.”

"The second row below is the second-generation sect leader of our sect. He..."

The deacon of Jindan of Rende Hall is very familiar with the experiences of the previous sect leaders in the ancestral hall, and talks about them eloquently.

Wang Bao nodded from time to time.

The other party's explanation also gave him an overall understanding of the Wanxiang Sect.

However, his eyes scanned the entire ancestral hall, but he didn't see anything special.

Apart from him and the monks from Rende Hall, there was no third person in the ancestral hall.

There are no old people guarding the ancestral hall.

There was only a shabby futon, as if countless disciples had knelt on it, and the cloth on it had become black and tattered.

Wang Ba felt a little disappointed.

He knew clearly that this ancestral hall was anything but ordinary, but it was a pity that his realm or lack of eyesight meant that he could not see through it yet.

"Today's level is indeed a bit low..."

Wang Hao frowned slightly.

But he let go immediately.

Now that he has successfully joined the sect, the inheritance of Wan Dharma Lineage can no longer be hidden from him.

After that, he knelt on the futon under the guidance of the monks from Rende Hall.

He kowtowed three times to the ancestor's tablet.

The whole process was quite ordinary, with no special changes.

"Congratulations to Uncle Master, these three heads have been kowtowed. At this point, Uncle Master has officially entered the sect and become a member of the Wanxiang Sect."

The monk from Rende Hall congratulated him.

Wang Hao was slightly surprised. He thought that the sect would hold a special meeting ceremony for new disciples entering the sect.

But if you think about it carefully, this style is in line with the monk's calm and simple temperament.

He himself felt quite at ease.

If there was really some kind of meeting ceremony, I would feel restricted.

Then he followed the monks from the Rende Hall and walked out of the Taoist temple.

In an instant, the power of the Yin God in Lingtai Temple resumed its flow.

The black matter outside the temple also continued to distort.

The magic power in Dantian was also sensed by Wang Ba.

The world seemed to become clear again.

Feeling this change, Wang Yan had some new feelings in his heart.

His understanding of mana and soul seems to have reached a new level.

"Next, we have to report to Mu Xingsi."

"My nephew will take you to familiarize yourself with the road first."

The path of the monks in the Hall of Human Virtue.

Wang Ba followed Shan Ruliu and followed the other party out of the ancestor's ancestral hall. When he fell, the Gangfeng he had just encountered seemed to have completely disappeared.

Fly all the way down.

Soon, I saw three towering and stretching temples again, with monks coming and going among them.

At the Rende Hall, I received an identity badge, a letter of appointment and a bunch of miscellaneous items from the Spiritual Food Department of the Mu Xing Department of the Diwu Hall.

After that, continue falling.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the plain below.

On the plains, there are emerald-blue gem-like lakes, forest seas that stretch far away, and low mines...

Soon, under the leadership of the monks from Rende Hall, the scene below quickly zoomed in, and he finally landed in front of rows of green two-story bamboo houses.

Although it is a bamboo house, it does not feel simple at all. Instead, it is full of freshness, nature, complexity and luxury.

There were also many monks in the bamboo house, coming in and out.

Seeing Wang Ba and the monks from Rende Hall, some people stopped immediately and looked at Wang Ba curiously.

When a very capable monk saw Wang Yan, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said with expectation:

"Is Fellow Taoist a newcomer who has just been assigned to a certain department?"

"This is the Spiritual Food Department, Senior Brother Jiang, is Director Cui here?"

The monk from Rende Hall took over the words and said.

When he heard that he was from the Spiritual Food Department, the man's face suddenly fell:

"Hey, you're from the Spiritual Food Department... It's so free every day, and everyone is useless. Why is the Hall of Human Virtue still stuffing people in? Our Spiritual Planting Department is always short of manpower, and the third-level spiritual fields there are going to be deserted... …”

The monks from Rende Hall were speechless immediately after hearing this.

Wang Yan also felt a little embarrassed.

However, the other party did not mean any harm. Although he muttered a few words, he still pointed out:

"I heard that Minister Cui went to dispose of the body of a fourth-level ferocious beast... Minister He should be there, you can look for it."

As he spoke, he pointed in a specific direction.

"That was Deacon Jiang from the Spiritual Planting Department just now. Don't take his word for it. Working in the Spiritual Food Department is very fulfilling, with good benefits. Moreover, refining spiritual food can also exercise the monk's ability to control mana."

Not long after he left, the monks from Rende Hall quickly comforted Wang Ba.

This is also one of the responsibilities of the monks of the Human Virtue Hall.

Wang Yan didn't care too much. It wouldn't be a bad thing if he had a little more leisure time. Instead, he would have more time to do other things.

Apart from anything else, once the formal practice of Wan Dharma Lineage's exercises begins, there will probably be many things going on.

soon.

The two of them saw a group of monks lying lazily on bamboo chairs outside the bamboo houses, basking in the sun, swallowing the essence of the sun, and drinking spiritual wine at the corner of the rows of bamboo houses.

It is said that they are all monks, and Wang Ba and the monks from Rende Hall did not hide their figures deliberately. These people should have noticed it immediately.

However, the fact is that these people have no intention of moving at all.

After glancing at Wang Ba and the other two, he continued drinking and basking in the sun.

Wang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is the right place!

However, the originally bright complexion of the cultivator from the Hall of Human Virtue turned dark in an instant.

Especially when he saw one of the old men with sparse gray hair and a drunken face, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and said:

"Deputy Minister He!"

The old man, who was raising his head and dripping wine into his mouth from a wine gourd, heard someone calling him, but he still poured out the last drop of wine unhurriedly.

Then he slowly looked towards Wang Ba and the monks from Rende Hall.

Seeing the two of them, he smiled drunkenly and said with drowsy eyes and red cheeks:

"It's Zhang Bao. You're not at Lao Luo's place... Why are you here with me? Hiccup... Do you want us to have a drink together..."

Zhang Bao, a monk from Rende Hall, had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't help but say:

"Deputy Minister He! Although you entered Taoism through spiritual wine, you are still in the Ministry of Spiritual Food. As the deputy minister, you should set an example and follow the rules. How can you be like this..."

"You said the share of spiritual food... Hiccup... That's not something you can do without your hands... It's been completed long ago..."

The old man smiled and took out a wine gourd from his sleeve soaked in wine. He tilted his head and poured it down. The clear wine immediately poured into his throat, with a rich and unique wine aroma. , which made Wang Bao and Rendedian Zhang Bao couldn't help but tremble in their throats.

“Good wine!”

Wang Ba couldn't help but admired.

He is also someone who has brewed spiritual wine, and he and Bu Chan would have a few drinks on weekdays.

You can still tell the quality of spiritual wine.

After hearing Wang Hao's words, the old man took a sip of wine and couldn't wait to wipe the corners of his mouth. He tried his best to open his eyes and look at Wang Hao:

"My little brother is also a wine lover?"

"Let me tell you to the minister, it's okay."

Wang Ba smiled.

I can't say I like it very much, but I can still taste some of it.

Immediately, he was startled, and quickly looked back, and saw the old man appearing beside him without knowing it. He put his arms around his back, stuffed a wine gourd over with one hand, and said with a smile:

"Haha, come and taste my wine!"

Wang Ba didn't refuse, he took the gourd and smelled it gently at the mouth of the gourd. Suddenly, he felt a faint feeling of dizziness in his mind!

He quickly used his magic power to drive it away, but his dizziness only increased instead of decreasing!

Wang Hao was immediately shocked.

He had never seen spiritual wine that even magic could not dispel.

And I haven’t started drinking it yet, I just smelled it.

"My spiritual wine is quite powerful, but don't even think about using magic to dispel it."

The old man on the side smiled proudly.

Wang Ba's heart moved, and in the Lingtai Temple, the power of the Yin God turned slightly, and the dizziness in his head suddenly eased a lot.

He immediately felt certain.

"This spiritual wine seems to have a direct effect on the soul."

However, the power of Yin Shen could not completely dispel the drunkenness, and Wang Yan still felt dizzy.

Even so, the old man who noticed this couldn't help but have a strange look on his drunken face.

"Good boy, not bad! Come on, take a sip."

Zhang Bao from the Rende Palace on the side knew the power of this spirit wine and quickly stopped him:

"Uncle, please don't..."

However, before he could say anything, he was shocked to find that he could not make any sound.

Then he suddenly thought of something and looked at the old man angrily.

The old man smiled and shook his head slightly, then looked at Wang Hao.

There was some murmuring in my heart:

"Uncle? You look a little strange...Which senior brother has accepted another apprentice? Why did you send me here?"

Wang Hao felt confident and took a sip along the mouth of the gourd.

Unexpectedly, this wine tastes sweet and refreshing, with a hint of spiciness, but it doesn't have the slightest punch as expected.

And after drinking it, I didn’t feel dizzy at all.

But what surprised him was that the wine clearly felt extraordinary, but after drinking it, there was no improvement at all.

The slight amount of spiritual energy is not even as good as the black crystal spirit peach wine he brewed in the past.

"this……"

Wang Hao took another sip in surprise.

But it provoked the old man's distressed voice: "Okay, okay, just have a taste..."

With that said, he quickly took the wine gourd from Wang Hao's hand and stuffed the gourd.

Wang Yan still had some unfinished ideas.

Although it has no effect, the taste of this wine can be called the nectar of the world.

Only then did Zhang Bao make a sound:

"...Go to the palace master to sue you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, widened his eyes and covered his mouth.

"Oh, just sue. You tell Song Dongyang, or Zhao Huaien, you name it. See if they listen to me or you. When they stole my wine, you weren't even Yuanyang. .”

The old man put away the wine gourd without caring.

Immediately he looked at Wang Yan with a look of satisfaction on his face:

"You're a good boy. You dare to drink from my He Jiugui... Are you here to hold a position?"

"Yes, Minister."

Wang Hao nodded quickly and took out his identity tag from his sleeve.

The old man took the ID card casually, took out a wine gourd from his sleeve, took a sip, and then chatted casually:

"Which senior brother are you the disciple of? Why do you want to come to the Spiritual Food Department? This place is full of a bunch of dawdling... deacons?!"

The old man's face changed slightly, and he glanced at the identity card in his hand with some surprise. Then he looked at Wang Yan and looked at it carefully, with a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Wang Ba...he is building the foundation of Heavenly Dao...his soul level has actually reached the golden elixir level...it's kind of interesting."

"What does your master think of bringing such a good seedling to my place?"

"Whose apprentice are you?"

The old man couldn't help but ask again, and then he gave his guess:

"Senior Brother Song? Senior Brother Hu? Or Junior Brother Dou..."

I guessed a dozen or twenty in a row.

He spoke so fast that Wang Hao couldn't even get a word in.

Zhang Bao on the side couldn't stand it anymore and said:

"Deputy Minister He, Uncle Wang's master is Uncle Yao from Wanfa Peak."

Click!

The wine gourd in the old man's hand burst instantly, and the wine overflowed. However, the old man was completely unaware and stared at Zhang Bao:

"What you just said was... Yao Wudi from Wanfa Peak?" (End of Chapter)