From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

This spider is not simple. It is in the late stage of foundation building, and there are substances similar to neurotoxins on its spider silk.

The rocket feathers were shot out, creating clouds of smoke on the spider monster, causing it great pain.

After dodging the spider demon's ground spikes, Ying Zijian fired a flame. A blazing beam of light swept over, and almost all the believers around were afraid to approach.

The spider demon died, dying in pain in the main hall.

He was very curious. This place just had beautiful scenery, but it would not attract a demon beast in the late foundation building stage.

As for asking these people, they are no different from fools now, asking is the same as not asking.

He entered the main hall and saw not the familiar Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors, but a statue of a deity.

I don’t know why there are so many statues of gods, almost every temple has one.

There was only one person in the main hall, or to be more precise, a corpse, a dried-up corpse.

The mummy had no temple clothing and did not appear to be a local.

Ying Zijian came to the corpse. The corpse had already rotted and it looked like it had been dead for a long time, but there was something wrong with the corpse's face.

Ying Zijian took off the mask, and the mask opened its eyes. Ying Chuan was not surprised. He threw it on the ground, stepped on it a few times, and then took it back.

The masked face turned a little blue and black, and spoke.

No, what kind of person is this? I just opened my eyes and someone stepped on me on the ground a few times. The key is that he was very strong.

What do you do? Ying Zijian raised one hand high, as if to kick him again.

Hey, what are you doing? I'm just a mask that was sacrificed to give me intelligence. My greatest ability is to change my appearance.

Ying Zijian plans to keep it, as it will definitely be useful in the future.

Threatened it strongly, Mask, you don’t want to be stepped on again, you know, Ying Zijian put on a look that said you know.

I understand, I understand. Mask quickly expressed his loyalty, fearing that he would be stepped on again.

Ying Zijian accepted it and left. As for the group of people, they were almost fine after the poison wore off.

The next task is to find a spiritual stone mine close to the sect.

It’s prospecting for minerals again. It’s obvious enough that the war is about to start, and it may not take more than one or two years.

Then he hurried over.

More than ten days later, Ying Zijian arrived at a location tens of thousands miles away from Qingyang Gate.

Most of the spirit stone mines are buried deep underground, and can only be found through spirit detection. Of course, this is only applicable to sect mining. Individual cultivators generally use their spiritual sense to determine the approximate location first, and then dig deeper.

Ying Zijian had the same idea and sat cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual consciousness exploring downwards.

Of course, it is not so easy to find a spirit stone mine. It usually takes dozens of days to find it. Yingchuan’s current spiritual sense can probably detect an area of several hundred meters.

He searched everywhere for thousands of kilometers but couldn't find it.

However, what is most needed to do this kind of thing is patience.

After searching for more than ten days, Ying Zijian finally found the approximate location of the Lingshi mine, more than a thousand meters underground.

As for digging, it was too easy for him who possessed earth spiritual roots. It didn't take long for Ying Zijian to find a spiritual stone vein.

Generally speaking, there may be monsters near spirit stone mines, but Yingchuan was lucky this time and there were no monsters.

In fact, Yingchuan wouldn't care too much about the monsters. The monsters near the spirit stone mine could kill the golden elixir, and this is the case with a super large mine.

After collecting the samples, Ying Zijian left.

The next task is to gather some scattered cultivators.

Preparations before the war, this is the first stage of the competition between the two sects, a competition between inner and outer sect disciples.

He recalled the Xiuxian Market where his original body had stayed before, which was indeed a very good choice. Ying Zijian had a flash of thought in his mind. He was originally a conscious clone, equivalent to an extension of the original body's consciousness. Naturally, he would do everything to benefit the original body and be absolutely loyal. Even if the original body stabbed him, he would think it was a good thing.

After saying that, he immediately rushed to the market. He had known about it in the past when he was in the outer sect. The market was located in the southern part of the sect. That's right, the place where he collected herbs before was also attached to the Yunduan Mountains.

He wasn't too far away.

Ten days later, Ying Zijian returned to the market.

He first went back to his home and took a look. It felt familiar. Not much had changed from when he left, except that there was a lot of dust, and it seemed that he had been away for more than ten years.

He stayed at home for several hours. Yingchuan was a nostalgic person and had a special feeling for things that had strong memories.

For example, in my previous life, after I started working, I would often go back to the orphanage to visit and buy some things for the children in the orphanage.

The next day

Ying Zijian came to the center of the market and displayed his cultivation. Although he was only in the middle stage of foundation building, there were only one or two people in the early stage of foundation building in the entire market.

Some Qi Refining cultivators came to Ying Zijian, wanting to see what Ying Zijian was going to do.

Fellow Taoists, I have a question today, what is the purpose of our cultivation? Ying Zijian first talked about this topic to attract everyone's interest, and then slowly fooled them.

Of course, the purpose of cultivating immortality is to achieve immortality.

Then I would like to ask all the fellow Taoists present, who has confidence in the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building or who can get the Foundation Building Pill. Ying Zijian continued to guide.

This...uh...this..., everyone was silent. Who could be sure that the number of Qi-refining cultivators who could build a foundation was more than one in a hundred.

That is also for the pursuit of happiness. I don't know who said it, but one stone can cause a thousand waves.

Ying Zijian smiled slightly, his first goal achieved, so he continued to speak.

What you call happiness is that you fail in cultivation and run back to the mortal world to become a rich man.

What Ying Zijian said left them speechless. After all, this was what most people were planning.

So what should we do? Some people chirped.

Ying Zijian's mouth curled up slightly. His goal had been achieved, and the rest depended on his eloquence.

What to do? There is only one way to solve this problem, and that is to join a sect.

We are too small and we can lose our lives if we are not careful.

Do you want to hide where no one can see you, Ying Zijian asked loudly.

No, we don't, it hits them where it hurts.

I ask all of you fellow Taoists, do you want your descendants to repeat your path? As long as you join the sect, I, Ying Chuan, will guarantee that your life and future will definitely be better than now. Ying Zijian said passionately, as if he was really thinking about them.

It was the first time that Yingchuan fooled so many people, and he didn't know what to say.

This person has been somewhat shaken. Although what Ying Zijian said was very straightforward and true, he is not willing to believe it so quickly.

"Of course, I know everyone still has doubts in their hearts." Ying Zijian said slowly, "Joining the sect is not easy. It involves many rules and tests. But as long as everyone is willing, I can guide everyone and give everyone the opportunity to enter the sect. Even those with poor talents can join and become a part of it."

He glanced at the crowd, his eyes gleaming with determination.