Celestial Immortal

  Chapter 134 Ningxiang everyone

  Life in the Taoyuan for the past half month.

  In addition to diligence on the road, Chu Chen's biggest gain is to make new friends.

  Most of these disciples from the Daoyuan came from Quang Binh prefecture and the ghosts and gods of the counties under its jurisdiction.

  Everyone is an official immortal official with an honest and serious attitude, has an immortal position, and has been in charge of the ghost and **** Siyamen.

  Most people have the eighth-rank Taoist cultivation base, and there are only a few people like Chu Chen with the 9th-rank Taoism cultivation base.

  These people are not in charge of the deputy director of the ghosts and gods of a certain county, or they have served in a certain courtyard of the ghosts and gods of the county, and they are all very talented.

  After half a month, Chu Chen got to know a large number of people, which greatly broadened his network.

  Make friends, be close to each other.

  In addition to making friends like a large net, he also made a new friend who was quite congenial.

  Wang Ping, a native of Pingyun Mountain, the eighth-rank Taoist cultivation base, from the eighth-rank magician, from the eighth-rank five thunders to the commander, and the master of the Wanlei school.

The Wanlei Sect is the first-class immortal cultivating sect in Qingzhou. It cultivates alchemy inside and thunder method outside. It has many disciples and is powerful. Its influence in Qingzhou is not small, and the Lingshan Sect is far incomparable.

  Wang Ping's background is also very noble.

  Wang family belongs to the Qingzhou clan, and there are many capable people in the clan.

  Either enter the Confucian school, or enter the army, and have a lot of contacts in all aspects.

  Wang Ping did not like to study imperial examinations, nor was he interested in joining the army. He only loved cultivating immortals.

  The Wang family disagreed at first. Their influence in Taoism was far less than that of Confucianism and the military, and they could not bring much help to Wang Ping.

 It's a pity that Wang Ping is rather stubborn, and his family has nothing to do with him.

  A good background, the natural starting point is higher than others.

  The elders of the family kept saying that they could not help Wang Ping, but in the end, they were sent to Qingzhou's first-class sect, the "Wan Lei Sect", to learn the powerful thunder method.

  Wang Ping’s experience is somewhat similar to that of Chu Chen.

  Perhaps the two had the same experience, the same group entered the Taoist Academy to study, and they were also interested in the art of making incense.

  So, the two quickly got to know each other, and they were quite agreeable.

  Wang Ping is an extraordinary person, but he does not have the arrogance of a family or a big disciple. On the contrary, he is very easy to get along with.

  Well, except for being a bit rude.

  Yunshuiju, meeting guest hall.

  Wang Ping wore a blue robes, slender and dust-free, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth. He looked like a handsome young man, but his sitting posture was carefree and informal.

   "Brother Chu, hurry up, everyone Ningxiang is giving lectures at the Taoist Academy today, but you can't miss it. This master Ningxiang is a great beauty. If you miss it, you will not be able to see Fanghua, and you will regret it for at least half a month."

  Chu Chen smiled. Wang Ping didn't like the Taoist name of Pingyun Shanren given by his master, and the two were still called normal.

  "Ning incense, everyone? But the incense master of the Taoist Academy?"

  "Everyone" is the respect of the Dachang Dynasty to knowledgeable women.

  This Ningxiang everyone has achieved success in cultivation. He has at least six levels of Taoism. His age is unknown, but he wants to be there for half a hundred.

  It’s just that this Ningxiang is not old, and more charming and charming than a girl.

  The monks from the generation of Cang Qingzi, the dean, to the younger monks of Wang Ping's generation, were all overwhelmed.

  In fact, a person in spiritual practice has a long life, has a long life, and has a good appearance, and he has a low view of age.

  Wang Ping pursues Ningxiang, is it appropriate?

  Of course it is appropriate. This is no longer holding gold bricks, but soaring into the sky.

  In addition, Wang Ping's Wanlei school practice has the "rebooting" precepts, but disciples are not forbidden to find Taoists, which is similar to the Lingshan school.

  "Yes~ everyone in Ningxiang may accept a batch of named disciples today. Let's try it. Maybe you can come in. When you get close to the water tower, you will get the month first. Isn't it beautiful!"

  Wang Ping "hehe" smiled.

  At this moment, he is a bit like Zhang Xiucai.

  But Zhang Xiucai is a good ghost wife and demon girl, while Wang Ping is a powerful female sister.

  Chu Chen laughed and said:

   "The treachery!"

   "That's wrong!" Wang Ping shook his head: "We are named disciples, not formal disciples, and we have not entered the Dharma channel. How can we be called the Great Rebellion."

  Chu Chen smiled, did not answer the conversation, but left Yunshuiju with Wang Ping and hurried to the Daoyuan.

   "Brother Chu, do you think we can come into everyone's door?"

  On the road, Wang Ping felt a little nervous and couldn't help asking questions.

  It was not Chu Chen who answered him, but Xiao Guizi.

  "Brother Wang, look at your good luck, good luck, and everything will go well today. Just wait to hear the good news!"

  The little ghost climbed up from the bookcase altar, opened an oiled paper umbrella, and lay on Chu Chen's shoulder, vowing.

  Wang Ping was taken aback, surprised:

   "Boy, can you predict bad luck?"

   "Hmm!" The little devil nodded heavily, and exclaimed: "I have a good omen. If you hear bad news from me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with running away quickly. My brother is out of danger, and I rely on my early warning!"

   When he said this, the little devil was called a pride, and his chest stood tall.

  At first glance, it looks a bit convincing.

  After all, in the spiritual world, many soul children who predict bad luck are like this.

  Wang Ping didn’t understand the inside story. He was so sure when he saw the little devil, and he thought of the wonder of "a good omen, a good luck boy," and he was very happy in his heart. ,

   "Hahahaha~ Thank you for your advice, if things are done, there will be a reward!"

  Wang Ping, who was born as a noble son, is quite bold and generous.

  Reward!

  Little Guizai’s eyes lit up, his eyes were full of stars, and his little hand made a gesture:

   "Thank you, Brother Wang, for the reward. If it is really done, you can reward the little ghost with a soul-enriching fragrance. Thank you very much."

  Little Guizai is young and has a child's disposition, but he is very particular about proportions.

  It is very clear that the reason why he can beg for favors and rewards from outsiders is entirely because of the face of the master and the seniors.

  If you want too much, the favor will be owed by the master and brother.

   Therefore, asking for rewards from outsiders, it never speaks loudly, it is really to ask for prizes.

  The son of Wang Pinggui was born, and he immediately became happy when he heard a fragrance for soul, and waved his hand:

   "What kind of incense stick, can I get it? At least one hundred will start!"

  When I heard it, the little devil's heart was pounding, and he couldn't hold the little oil-paper umbrella.

  But, it didn’t say yes. Instead, it held the brother’s neck, stretched its head, and looked at his brother sensibly, asking for his opinion.

  One hundred incense is too much, it dare not ask for it.

  "Little Guizi, Brother Wang is a rich landlord with a solid family background. If he rewards him, you want it."

  Chu Chen laughed.

   "Thank you, Brother Wang, congratulations to Brother Wang!"

  As soon as he heard it, the little ghost was so happy, he swayed from left to right, bouncing on the bookcase.

   "Hahaha~"

  Wang Ping was also quite happy, and he hugged the little ghost boy from the bookcase. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

  The little soul boy can predict bad luck and speak nicely. He is really tight with joy.

  Chu Chen saw this scene and couldn't help but chuckle secretly.

  Brother Wang Ping, you are still too young.

  How dare you ask the little devil’s good news, properly poisoned milk, I dare not speak.

  (End of this chapter)