Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 453: Disciple Dharma Assembly, Fame Spreads Widely

"Our sect has a thousand-year-old heritage, and the third-level formation has a deep foundation," Zhang Heng said.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment. "An earth-attributed array inheritance, preferably one related to the Wu Earth Element."

"Earth attribute formation?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he sensed the vigorous vitality around Fang Yi.

He spoke to comfort
"Junior Brother Fang, you are a cultivator with wood spiritual roots. If you are interested in practicing formations, you should start with the Yi Wood and Jia Wood formations.

The art of formations is vast and profound; seeking too much and too complete often results in more harm than good."

Yang Xuanyi also spoke. "Yes, Junior-Martial Brother Fang, Senior Brother Hengyi has been immersed in the Sutra Library for a long time.

This earth formation inheritance is not suitable for cultivators with wood spiritual roots.
What's more, the inheritance of the art of formations is rare. I am not afraid of being laughed at by my nephew. I am also studying the art of formations.

I have spent so much effort on spiritual objects, but now I am only a second-level low-grade formation master."

Seeing that Zhang Hengyi and Yang Xuanyi were sincere and tried to dissuade them, Fang Yi felt a little emotional.

Although there is a lot of competition among the monks in Xuanyang Mountain, it is also common for them to kill each other.

However, the atmosphere among the same lineage is very good, and there is almost no such behavior as in the previous life's Mingquan Sect that harms others and does not benefit oneself.

"My two uncles have misunderstood. I have already exhausted all my energy and efforts in spiritual medicine, so how can I have time to practice formations?
This array inheritance is not prepared for me."

"For others?"

Spiritual light gathered on Zhang Hengyi's purple-gold crown, his robes rustled, and a dark and ancient aura flashed by.

"Junior Brother Fang, you have this opportunity because you have taught two mid-level Daoist disciples. This inheritance is rare and cannot be passed on to outsiders.
"Junior Brother Fang, who is it that is asking for the inheritance? Although my cultivation is shallow, I can ask for an explanation on your behalf.

But is there a fake Dan Zhenren in the sect?"

Fang Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a strong sense of crisis from Zhang Hengyi.

This is what Xia Zhengbai, who is also the descendant of the Jindan Zhenren, or Zhong He, who is at the ninth level of the foundation building, failed to bring to him.

He sighed in his heart.

Zhang Hengyi must be the true core disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, the heir of the Taoist tradition, with a solid foundation, magical skills and secrets.
If it weren't for the desire to raise the quality of his elixir, Zhang Hengyi would have been able to achieve elixir formation.

"He is not an outsider. Please watch, my two uncles."

Fang Yi slapped his pet bag, and a jade-colored spiritual light flew out, turning into a cute silver-white little beast and falling into his arms.

"Xiao Qi, say hello to the two uncles."

"Hum!"

The silver-white little beast shook its head and blinked its dark eyes, revealing a sense of innocence and clarity.

"Second-level, top-grade demon beast?"

"Earth Pig Beast?"

This monster is practicing formation?
Zhang Hengyi and Yang Xuanyi looked at each other in disbelief.

Yang Xuan's heart trembled, thinking of the hardships he had suffered in practicing the formation, and he spoke cautiously.

"Junior Brother Fang, is this your demon pet? A second-rank, top-grade demon beast, it's a great opportunity.

But this pig-like monster is not a member of the spirit turtle clan, and it has not been heard of practicing the formation.
Junior brother, please don't play tricks on me."

Fang Yi thought about Yang Xuan's body energy and the words he had just spoken.

A second-level low-grade formation master?
He patted the silver-white little beast in his arms.

"Uncle Hengyi, can we set up a formation in this secret chamber?"

Zhang Heng took a deep look at Fang Yi, who seemed to be confident in his decision, and felt a little strange.

With a wave of his sleeves, a scroll of ink painting was raised.

Black and white mysterious light flowed, ink marks moved like dragons and snakes, and a small space of the formation was isolated.

"Junior Brother Fang, the small space created by my Xuan Mo Tu separates the inside and the outside.
You, my demon pet, can give it a try."

An hour later.

In the Sutra Repository.

Zhang Heng smiled as he looked at Yang Xuanyi, who was in disbelief and kept muttering to himself.

"How can it be?

How can it be?

My master also acknowledges my aptitude for formations, so how could I be inferior to a Wu Tu Pig Beast?

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly upon seeing this.

If a person who has practiced skills for decades is defeated by a Wu Earth Pig, it is really a test of his Taoism.

Zhang Heng changed the magic formula in his hand, his magic power surged, green light flowed, and he launched a small purification technique.

At the same time, a bronze bell flew out from his sleeve, hovering in the air, and waves of awakening sounds came.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

"Junior Brother Yang, Junior Brother Fang Yi's Earth Pig is a second-rank, top-grade demon beast.

I can't say how long I live, but I've already passed three centuries. After a couple of hundred years of hard training, it's only natural that my formation skills surpass yours."

Yang Xuanyi was noticed by the Jindan Zhenren and accepted as a disciple, which shows that he has outstanding character.

It was unbelievable that the formation skills he had cultivated for decades were defeated by a Wu Tutun who was not famous for his wisdom.

Now, with the help of the awakening bell and the small purification technique, he has come to his senses.

He sighed, his figure was pale and his heart was bitter.

"Brother, please don't comfort me.

The Wu Tu Pig Beast that Fang Yi's nephew has is as close to him as a father and son. It is obvious that they have been raised together since childhood and they have a mutual understanding.

Calculating based on Junior Brother Fang’s age, the pig head must be at most seventy years old.

I have practiced hard for a hundred years, yet I was surpassed by him? ? "

Yuping Peak.

In the Fuguang Courtyard stands a three-story ancient building with red walls and yellow tiles, which is dazzling, with carved beams and painted rafters, and high eaves.

In front of the building, there are white jade poles, bluestone paving the ground, swaying lotus trees and tall and graceful pines.

A ray of spiritual light descended, and Fang Yi, holding the Seven Rings, stepped out of the spiritual light.

Seeing the silver-white little beast holding a jade slip, its spiritual consciousness poured into it and it read with great interest.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, thinking of Yang Xuanyi who was devastated and seemed petrified.

"Yang Xuanyi is a good person, but after being hit by Qijie, I don't know when he can get out of Xiaoqi's shadow.

However, Xiao Qi now has a clear path, and Master Guangsheng probably knows about it.

Then, after the Jade Screen incident is resolved, I can begin to fight for the position of Xuanyang Mountain's True Disciple."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. Xuanyang Mountain was full of secrets. Just the deeply hidden quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein on Lingyang Peak alone held countless hidden secrets.

If you don't want to become cannon fodder, you must not miss the position of a true disciple.

The most core spiritual objects in Xuanyang Mountain, the protection of the Jindan Zhenren, and all the secrets in the sect.

Only true disciples are qualified to know.

Fang Yi was well-read and had already known this.

Xuanyang Mountain has a thousand-year-old inheritance, and all the cultivators who can advance to the Jindan Zhenren stage are, without exception, from the true disciples.

The rest are all cannon fodder and chess pieces, drifting with the tide according to the thoughts of the Jindan Zhenren.

"Next up is Yu'er and Zhao'er's foundation-building ceremony.
And there are those old foundation-building masters who are spying on the Yuping Peak Spiritual Land."

A jade talisman flew out from Fang Yi.

After a while, Mr. Wu walked slowly into the yard, leaning on a wooden crutch.

"Master Fang, what is the matter that called me here?"

"Master has passed away. According to the rules of our sect, the coffin must be kept for seven days before being buried in the sect's cemetery.

Here, I would like to trouble Mr. Wu to take the trouble to inform Master’s old friends.

And those old fellows who were eyeing the foundation of Yuping Peak came to participate in the foundation-building ceremony of my two disciples."

"What does Master Fang Yi mean?"

Old Wu glanced at the silver-white little beast on the large bluestone beside him, as if thinking about something.

"Well, establish your authority."

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"The battle between humans and demons is dangerous. According to the order of Jindan Zhenren, I cannot stay in Yuping Peak for long.

At most in half a year, I will need to return to Fengling Fairy City to take charge.

It’s a good opportunity to take advantage of the two disciples’ foundation-building ceremony to shock them.”

Fang Yi's thoughts were swirling.

Take this opportunity to make a name for yourself in Xuanyang Mountain and spread your reputation, killing two birds with one stone.

As for the fact that the great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building doesn’t buy it?

Fang Yi glanced at Qijie.

The demon beast with earth-grade bloodline is comparable to the Dan-forming seeds in the sect.
"By the way, Elder Wu, have you chosen any descendants of Master's bloodline?"

Old Wu felt a pang of anxiety, as he had been trying to sort out the intrigues and deceptions among Xiao Changce's younger generations over the past few days.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally, but he had not yet chosen a disciple.

"Young Master Fang, I'm still selecting. Before the Foundation Establishment Ceremony, there will definitely be a result."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wu."

After three months.

In Fuguangyuan, in a quiet room.

Fang Yi was wearing a green wooden robe and looked at the two disciples who were being tormented, with a smile on his face.

Qin Yu spread his arms, and a pretty maid bent her waist slightly and tied a waist belt decorated with spiritual jade for him.

In addition, there were twelve pretty maids in the quiet room with gentle eyes and brows.

Although these maids only have the ability to cultivate Qi, they are all carefully trained by Yuping Peak to serve the masters of foundation building.

"Master Huo Zhao, I will draw your eyebrows for you in just a moment."

"Zhao'er, today is your foundation-building ceremony, you can't be careless."

Fang Yi lowered his eyes, a warning evident in his words.

Huo Zhao, a burly man, looked at the eyebrow pencil in front of him and let out a breath.

An hour later.

Two girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, held a bronze incense burner with an animal head in their hands, and wisps of fragrant incense rose from the incense burner.

In addition, there were four plump female monks, wearing pink fairy dresses, waving feather fans in their hands, looking solemn and dignified.

The fragrant wind blew, tinging Huo Zhao and Qin Yu's spiritual incense fan with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Magnolia is a girl wearing a yellow gauze skirt, holding two Taoist crowns.

"Master Qin and Master Huo, please wear the crown to show your integrity."

Old Wu walked slowly into the quiet room, and his eyes lit up when he saw the handsome Qin Yu and Huo Zhao.

He immediately bowed.

"Master Fang, the guests have arrived in the lobby.

Please invite the young master and the two young masters to preside over the foundation-building ceremony."

Fang Yi nodded.

"During this period, I have been very grateful to Elder Wu for running around for me. After this Dharma Assembly, the surveillance from Yuping Peak will disappear."

Old Wu smiled kindly at Fang Yi.

"It's just my job, young master, please follow me."

An hour later.

A beam of light fell.

Twelve maids, some held flower baskets, some waved feather fans, and some held golden bells.

Fang Yi was at the center of the ceremonial procession, followed by two disciples, and walked slowly into the hall.

Looking at the monks in the lobby, he quickly recalled the information given by Old Wu.

'Master Chi Yan of Jiuyang Peak, mid-stage foundation building, low-grade Dao foundation
There is a great master from Qingzhu Peak, in the middle stage of foundation building, with a low-grade Dao foundation.'

Fang Yi frowned and glanced at the three great monks in the late foundation building stage from Yuping Peak. None of them came?

Does this mean you are not prepared to reconcile with Yuping Peak?
"Brother Fang, we meet again?"

Master Yueze was wearing a black robe and holding an exquisitely carved soul-sealing box in his hand.

After the incident at the Sutra Repository, he made many inquiries and finally found out who was the cultivator favored by such a big shot as Zhang Hengyi.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, your two disciples have achieved a mid-level Dao foundation."

Fang Yi looked at the cultivator in front of him, calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face.

With my current background, I am worried that I have no one to establish my authority on.

Anyway, I will just wait until after the foundation-building ceremony and then come to discuss the Dao.

(End of this chapter)