Celestial Immortal

Chapter 134
This half month of monastery life.

In addition to being diligent in morality, Chu Chen's biggest gain is making new friends.

Most of this group of Taoist disciples came from Guangping County and the ghost and god divisions of the counties under its jurisdiction.

All of them are official officials of the immortals, have the post of immortals, and have been in charge of the ghosts and gods in the Yamen.

Most people have eighth-rank Taoism, and there are only a few people like Chu Chen who have nine-rank Taoism.

These people are either the deputy governor of a certain county ghost department, or they have worked in a certain courtyard of the county ghost department, and all of them are not small.

After half a month, Chu Chen met a large number of people and greatly expanded his circle of contacts.

Make friends, relatives and estrangements.

In addition to making friends like casting a wide net, he also met a new friend who was quite congenial.

Wang Ping, a native of Pingyun Mountain with a Taoist name, eighth-rank Taoism cultivation, from the eighth-rank Fu magician, from the eighth-rank and five thunders to the chief officer, from the Wanlei sect.

The Wanlei Sect is the first-class cultivating sect in Qingzhou. It cultivates alchemy inside and thunder outside. It has many disciples and is powerful. It has a lot of influence in Qingzhou, and Lingshan Sect is far beyond comparison.

Wang Ping's family background is also extremely noble.

The Wang family is a big family in Qingzhou, and there are many capable people in the family.

Either into Confucianism, or into the army, there are quite a lot of contacts in all aspects.

Wang Ping didn't like studying for imperial examinations, nor was he interested in joining the army. He only loved cultivating immortals.

The Wang family also disagreed at first. Their family's influence in the Taoist sect was far inferior to that of the Confucian sect and the army, and they could not bring Wang Ping any help.

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

With a good background, he was born with a higher starting point than others.

The elders of the family kept saying that they could do nothing to help Wang Ping, but in the end, they sent him to the first-class sect "Wan Lei Sect" in Qingzhou to learn the extremely powerful thunder method.

Wang Ping's experience is somewhat similar to Chu Chen's.

Perhaps the two had the same experience, the same group entered the Taoist monastery to practice, and they were equally interested in the art of making incense.

Ever since, the two got acquainted and got acquainted very quickly, and they hit it off very well.

Wang Ping came from an extraordinary background, but he didn't have the arrogance of a descendant of an aristocratic family or a disciple of a great sect. On the contrary, he was easy to get along with.

Well, except for being a little rambunctious.

Yunshuiju, the meeting room.

Wang Ping wore a blue Taoist robe, spotless, with sword eyebrows and starry 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 in Ningxiang is giving a lecture at the Daoist Academy today. You can't miss it. Master Ningxiang is a great beauty. If you miss it, you will regret it for at least half a month if you don't see Fanghua."

Chu Chen smiled. Wang Ping didn't like the Daoist name of Pingyun Mountain people given by his master, so the two still called each other normally.

"Master Ningxiang? But the master of incense making in the Taoist temple?"

"Everyone" is the Dachang Dynasty's respect for knowledgeable women.

This Ningxiang master has a successful practice, at least six grades of Taoism, and his age is unknown, but he thinks he has passed half a century.

It's just that this Ningxiang's face is not old, and she is more delicate and charming than a girl.

From the monks of the dean Cang Qingzi's generation to the junior monks of Wang Ping's generation, they all fell in love with him.

As a matter of fact, people who are practicing, have achieved success in practice, have a long lifespan, have a good appearance, and take age very lightly.

Is it appropriate for Wang Ping to pursue everyone in Ningxiang?

Of course, this is no longer holding the gold bricks, but soaring through the clouds and flying into the sky.

In addition, Wang Ping's Wanlei Sect has a precept of "abstinence from sex", but it does not prohibit students from seeking companions, which is similar to the Lingshan Sect's rules.

"That's right ~ Ningxiang may accept a group of registered disciples today, let's go and try, maybe we will be able to worship under your sect, and when the time comes, you will get the moon first, wouldn't it be great!"

Wang Ping smiled "hehe".

At this moment, he is somewhat similar to Zhang Xiucai.

But Zhang Xiucai is good at ghost wives and demon girls, and Wang Ping is good at strong female cultivators.

Chu Chen laughed, and said:
"Great traitor!"

"That's wrong!" Wang Ping shook his head, "We are named disciples, not formal disciples, and we haven't entered the Dharma lineage, so how can we be called rebellious?"

Chu Chen smiled and didn't answer, but left Yunshuiju with Wang Ping and hurried to the Taoist monastery.

"Brother Chu, do you think we can worship under everyone?"

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

It was not Chu Chen who answered him, but the little ghost.

"Senior Brother Wang, you see that your auspicious star is shining brightly, and everything is going well today. Just wait and hear the good news!"

The little ghost climbed up from the bookcase, took out an oil-paper umbrella, lay on Chu Chen's shoulder, and vowed.

Wang Ping was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise:
"Little ghost, can you predict bad luck?"

"Yeah!" Little Guizai nodded heavily, and excitedly said: "My omens are sure to be accurate. If you hear bad news from me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with running away. My senior brother is going to be safe when he goes out, and it is all up to me to give an early warning!"

When he said this, the little ghost boy was so proud, his chest was raised high.

At first glance, it's kind of convincing.

After all, in the practice world, many soul boys who predict bad luck look like this.

Wang Ping didn't know the inside story, but when he saw the little ghost boy was so sure, he thought of the wonder of the "spiritual boy with ominous omens", and he was very happy. ,

"Hahahaha~ Thank you, Little Spirit Boy, for your guidance. If things come to fruition, there will definitely be rewards!"

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

There are rewards!

The little ghost boy's eyes lit up, his eyes were full of stars, and he bowed with his little hands:
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for the reward. If it comes true, you can reward the little ghost with a piece of incense. Thank you very much."

The little ghost boy is young and has a childlike heart, but he is extremely particular about propriety.

It is very clear that the reason why it can ask for favors and rewards from outsiders is entirely because of the face of the master and senior brother.

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

Therefore, when begging for rewards from outsiders, it never opens its mouth like a lion, it is really asking for a lottery.

Prince Wang Pinggui was born, and when he heard a piece of incense, he was immediately happy, and waved his hand:

"What kind of incense, can I get it? At least a hundred sticks to start!"

When the little ghost boy heard this, his heart pounded so hard that he couldn't even hold an oil-paper umbrella.

But, it didn't agree, but hugged its brother's neck, stretched its head over, and looked at its own brother sensiblely, asking for his opinion.

One hundred incense sticks are too many, and it dare not take any more.

"Little ghost, Brother Wang is a rich man with a rich family background. If he rewards you, you want it."

Chu Chen laughed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, and congratulations to Senior Brother Wang for your wish to come true!"

When the little ghost heard it, he was overjoyed, swaying left and right, jumping non-stop on the bookcase.

"Hahaha~"

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

The little spirit boy can foretell bad luck and speak nicely, he is really very happy.

Seeing this scene, Chu Chen couldn't help secretly laughing.

Brother Wang Ping, you are still too young.

How dare you ask the little devil's happy news, the proper poisonous milk, I dare not ask.

(End of this chapter)