Chapter 475 Special Lottery, Open Source, Building a Temple

Chapter 475 Special Lottery, Open Source, Building a Temple

Chapter 475 Special Lottery, Open Source, Building a Temple (11k)

Fu Changsheng took the pitch-black secret box, and his powerful spiritual awareness, comparable to that of a middle-stage Jindan, surged out like a tide, but when it touched the surface of the box, it was like a drop in the ocean, and was completely swallowed up by the seemingly ordinary black wood.

"what?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Changsheng's eyes.

His wide sleeves moved without wind, and his right hand made a mysterious spell, with a faint golden light appearing on his fingertips. As his fingers passed across the box, golden lines spread across the box like a spider web.

"What a wonderful restriction."

Fu Changsheng's eyes lit up.

As the spell was retracted, the golden light disappeared without a trace.

The cave fell into silence for a moment, and the only sound that could be heard was Fu Yongren's slightly rapid breathing.

Fu Changsheng put his index finger and middle finger together and passed them across his eyes. After activating the Mingqing Spirit Eyes supernatural power, when he opened his eyes again, the light in his eyes burst into flames. He swung his sword finger, and a green light pierced the secret box like a sharp sword at a tricky angle.

With a crisp "click" sound, countless blood-colored lines suddenly appeared on the box surface. Those lines twisted and squirmed, and they screamed like living things. Fu Changsheng snorted coldly, and the green light became stronger, breaking those blood-colored lines apart inch by inch like a raging fire.

"Break!" Fu Changsheng shouted softly, and the secret box opened. In an instant, silver-blue light poured out like flowing water, illuminating the entire cave like a dream.

Fu Yongren's eyes widened as he saw that the box was half-full of silver-blue gravel, each grain was crystal clear and emitted a hazy halo. The gravel sometimes gathered like a galaxy, and sometimes spread out like clouds, which was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.

"This is..." Fu Yongren was about to take a closer look when he suddenly felt dizzy and the scenery in front of him began to distort.

"Close your eyes!" Fu Changsheng shouted, like a thunderclap. Fu Yongren was shocked and quickly closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, thus suppressing the dizziness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his father had closed the secret box, but there was a rare look of joy on his face.

“Phantom Spirit Sand.” Fu Changsheng stroked the box gently, his voice filled with a bit of uncontrollable joy. “And it’s top-grade Phantom Spirit Sand mixed with the blood of the Sky-destroying Fox.”

Fu Yongren had never seen his father express his emotions so clearly, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Father, what about this magical sand?"

"It's a strategic material that is strictly controlled by the imperial court." Fu Changsheng interrupted him, his tone returning to its usual calmness, but his eyes still flashing with excitement, "It's the core material for building a teleportation array."

With this magical sand, plus the amount of meteorite iron and void stone he had collected before, their tribe could build six teleportation arrays:

"Brother Ren, you have done a great deed this time. When you break through to the second level of the Heavenly Wolf Battle Body, your father will give you a great gift. However, the construction of the teleportation array is of great importance, so it is better for you to know less about it."

Once it is leaked that the Fu family has these things, I am afraid that other forces will send troops to plunder them.

"Father, it is my honor to be able to share the worries of you and the family. I don't ask for any big gifts!"

He had already received too much from his father. As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yongren slapped his storage bag, raised his head and drank a bottle of Forget-Your-Worry Water.

at the same time.

A familiar mechanical voice sounded in Fu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness:
"Ding"

"You have collected the construction drawings and spiritual materials needed for the teleportation array for the family. Once the six teleportation arrays are successfully built, it will have a far-reaching impact on the development of the family. You will be given a chance to draw a special lottery."

Huh?
There is such a good thing!

Fu Changsheng was delighted. He was very satisfied with the prizes of the previous special draws:

"As expected, with more offspring comes more opportunities!"

after all.

Everyone will have different opportunities, and when they are accumulated together and condensed into a rope, the family will surely become a towering tree in the future.

After Fu Yongren woke up and left.

Fu Changsheng immediately moved his mind and went directly into the cabin in the Five Elements Space. After redeeming the prizes, he planned to return to Huizhou Prefecture in Wuzhou and let Qingru start building the teleportation array. In addition, he also wanted to seize time to break through the Golden Core through seclusion in the next ten years!

Since then.

He would be more confident in annihilating Master Yun, Master Qiuyue and their gang, and in rescuing Molan from Granny Yinhua. He would also be more confident in going to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to bring back Ningning's wooden flying squirrel, and be able to independently deal with Master Bailing's plans in the future.

"call"

Take a deep breath.

Fu Changsheng's thoughts fell on the panel of his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Redeem special prize draw"

hum!
The panel vibrates.

A large amount of yellow light surged.

Followed by.

The next moment, a bronze box appeared in his storage bag:
"I wonder what kind of treasure it is this time?"

A spell was cast.

"Click——"

The lid of the box slowly opened, a wisp of green smoke dissipated, revealing a thumb-sized seed inside. The seed was white as jade, but the surface was covered with dark red veins, pulsating slightly like the meridians of the human body. As soon as Fu Changsheng held it in his palm, he felt a warm current rushing down his arm to his dantian, and an obscure formula suddenly exploded in his mind -

[The blood is the soil, the spiritual roots are the rain, and when the five branches are complete, the mysterious fruit is granted by heaven.]

"This is."

Fu Changsheng was wondering when lines of text appeared on his sea of ​​consciousness:

[Family Treasure Tree: Seed State (No Grade Yet)]

[This treasure tree needs the blood of the direct descendants to nourish it. From the day it is activated and recognized as the master, every time a child with spiritual roots is born, the treasure tree will grow a branch. After this treasure tree grows five branches, it will be the first level, and then it will produce the initiation spiritual fruit. This initiation spiritual fruit can only be used by descendants. ]

[The treasure tree can evolve infinitely. Every time it breaks through a level, spiritual fruits with different effects will be born.]

"This"

Fu Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the seed tightened unconsciously. The dark red veins on the white seed suddenly glowed, as if sensing the surging blood in his body, and began to beat gently like a living thing.

"What a divine secret!"

His Adam's apple rolled and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

Because of the "Imperial Court Dao Body" he cultivated, he could give birth to offspring as long as he practiced dual cultivation with his Taoist partner. When his "Imperial Court Dao Body" broke through again, the chances of giving birth to offspring with spiritual roots in the future would increase greatly. This [Family Treasure Tree] could be said to be a genuine treasure tree.

He planned to continue practicing "Imperial Court Dao Body" after forming the elixir!
After Fu Changsheng came out of the secret room, he received a message about Kui Ge'er's foundation-building celebration, but seeing that the date would be in a month, he left a gift and sent it back to Wuzhou Huizhou Prefecture first.

The statue of the dragon god in the underworld has been forged, and the divinity within it has stabilized. He plans to choose a county to build a temple when he returns to Huizhou Prefecture this time, and complete this task before he goes into seclusion to form the elixir.

Previously mentioned in intelligence.

The Misty Ghost Forest in Huiyang County has items that can help the Tianlong Temple advance.

If nothing unexpected happens, he thinks this place is the best choice. Besides, the intelligence mentioned that after Widow Wang awakens her spirit, she will be able to communicate with ghosts and gods. It is a good opportunity to take Widow Wang to the Misty Ghost Forest to find out. If they can find something that can advance the Tianlong Temple, it would be great.

the other side.

As soon as Fu Yongkui entered his courtyard, he saw Fu Yongxin sitting on a stone bench with his legs crossed, eating a handful of melon seeds with great relish, with melon seed shells scattered all over the ground. Fu Yongkui's eyelids twitched, and he waved his sword finger, and the melon seed shells on the ground immediately swarmed towards him like birds returning to their nests.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Fu Yongxin was stunned.

"Don't waste it!" Fu Yongkui quickly put the melon seed shells into a tattered box, "After drying and calcining, they can be used as fertilizer for spiritual fields. You just threw them away and all the spiritual energy was dispersed!"

Fu Yongxin's mouth twitched: "...Brother Kui, your frugality is getting more and more outrageous."

Fu Yongkui ignored him and carefully put the box into the storage bag. Then he said, "Tell me, why are you running into my yard? I don't have any spiritual tea to treat you."

Fu Yongxin chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Didn't the clan leader summon you a few days ago? I came here specifically to ask if the clan leader is..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong and narrowed his eyes, "Wait... the spiritual power fluctuations on your body..."

Fu Yongkui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pretending to be calm: "Oh, I just broke through the foundation, and I haven't completely restrained my aura yet."

"What?!" Fu Yongxin jumped up suddenly, almost knocking over the stone bench. His voice changed tone. He circled around Fu Yongkui twice, looking him up and down, his eyes full of disbelief. "Brother Kui, weren't you at the peak of Qi Refining a few days ago?!"

"Well, a lucky break."

"Lucky?!" Fu Yongxin screamed.

It must be that the clan leader has given him some special treatment. It’s good to have a father who is at the peak of Purple Mansion.

Fu Yongxin smacked his lips sourly: "Tsk tsk tsk, now it's good, you have become a foundation-building cultivator. According to the rules, I have to call you 'senior' when I see you in the future!"

He deliberately dragged out his tone, and bowed with a playful smile:
"Senior Fu, please support me in the future!"

Fu Yongkui rolled his eyes at him unhappily: "Don't try that on me."

Fu Yongxin came closer and winked, "Seriously, when will you hold your foundation building celebration? According to the rules, all foundation building cultivators must hold a banquet, don't think about shirking your responsibility."

When Fu Yongkui heard the word "banquet", his brows furrowed subconsciously, and he instinctively refused - a celebration? How much spiritual stones would that cost? Just the spiritual wine and spiritual food would take up half of his family's wealth! But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped.

"Wait...if I don't do it, won't I be at a big loss?"

Over the years, he had sent many gifts to other foundation-building cultivators in the clan. When Fu Yongxin's elder brother was building his foundation, he gritted his teeth and gave him a bottle of Qi Condensation Pill! If he just built his foundation silently, wouldn't all the gifts he had sent be wasted?
"No! This celebration must be held! Not only must it be held, but it must be 'lively'!"

His eyes rolled, a plan came to mind, and a shrewd smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Yongxin, you are right, this celebration should indeed be held, but...we have to make it a little 'unique'."

Fu Yongxin was stunned: "Unique? What does that mean?"

Fu Yongkui lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I still have a foundation-building pill in my hand. I originally kept it as a backup, but now I can't use it. Why not... auction it at the celebration!"

"Auction of Foundation Establishment Pills?!" Fu Yongxin gasped, "Are you crazy? This is a hot commodity! If the news gets out, I'm afraid half of the Qi-refining cultivators in the cultivation world will be scrambling to get it!"

Fu Yongkui nodded with a smile: "That's right! Think about it, if it's an ordinary celebration, only relatives and friends will come, but if the Foundation Establishment Pill auction is included... then there will be more people coming! At that time, the gifts will naturally..."

Fu Yongxin suddenly realized, pointed at him and laughed: "As expected of Brother Kui! So this is your idea! You are going to take this opportunity to make a fortune!"

Fu Yongkui coughed in a serious tone: "Ahem, how can it be called 'fishing'? This is called 'reasonable recovery of investment'!"

Fu Yongxin laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh. "Okay, okay, okay, whatever you say is what it is! But leave it to me. I will help you to 'exaggerate the publicity'! I will make sure that all the cultivators in Huainan Prefecture know that at your foundation building celebration, Fu Yongkui, a foundation building pill appeared!"

Fu Yongkui patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "Good brother! After the matter is done, you will definitely benefit from it!"

Fu Yongxin winked and said, "Then I'll be waiting to benefit from your help, Senior Fu~"

Fu Yongkui was well-known in Huainan Prefecture for being stingy. When the cultivators from various families received his invitation to the foundation-building celebration, they all had doubts in their hearts.

"This stingy guy is holding a celebration? I'm afraid he's just setting up two tables of spiritual grain porridge to get rid of the guests, right?"

Some even discussed privately:

"I heard that he even recycles melon seed shells as fertilizer. I'm afraid he wants us to bring our own alcohol this time?"

But I heard that there will be an auction of Foundation Establishment Pills at the celebration.

One or two of them brought their own gifts. The reason was that in Huainan Prefecture, the Foundation Establishment Pill was only available at Wanning Market. If they could win this Foundation Establishment Pill, it would be a godsend opportunity for those families who were not of the highest rank.

As for the fact that the celebration was a bit shabby, it didn’t matter, as they had enough food anyway.

But when the guests entered the Fu Mansion, they were all stunned——

The Fu family mansion was decorated with colorful lights, the spiritual silks fluttered, the spiritual lamps shone brightly, and even the cups and plates at the banquet were made of top-grade spiritual jade. The guests looked at each other in bewilderment:

"Isn't it said that Fu Yongkui is extremely stingy? This ceremony is even more lavish than the celebration of an eighth-rank family!"

Among them, the Fu family had Fu Yongtian, who was helping to organize the Sixth-Rank Family Celebration. After a closer look, he discovered that although these spiritual silks and spiritual lamps were gorgeous, they seemed... a little familiar?
"Is this the leftover material from the preparations for the Sixth Rank Celebration?"

Fu Yongtian's eyelids twitched.

He thought that Yongkui's frugal character changed after he established his foundation, but now it seems that it is difficult to change one's nature!
But being able to use scraps to achieve such an effect does take skill!

But when several famous troupes took turns to perform on stage at the celebration, singing, reciting, acting and fighting, he was puzzled. It would cost a lot of spirit stones to invite any one of these three troupes!
Fu Yongxin saw his elder brother's puzzled expression, so he came over and said in a low voice:

"Brother Kui promised these troupes to let them appear at the celebration of our upcoming canonization of the Sixth Rank Family. This way, their value will at least triple in the future! The owners of several large troupes even paid Brother Kui spiritual stones just to be able to perform on stage."

Fu Yongtian was stunned when he heard this, and then burst into laughter.

"What a guy! Others spend money on celebrations, but he makes money?!"

But no matter what, the scene was really lively, and the guests exclaimed:
“I thought it would be shabby, but it turned out to be more interesting than those extravagant celebrations!”

At the celebration, in addition to the Fu clan, there were also six eighth-rank families from Huainan Prefecture, namely Shangguan, Shi, Cui, Gongsun, Nangong, and Yu, and seven ninth-rank families, namely He, Wu, Liu, Chen, Yu, Gan, and Liang, all of whom sent foundation-building elders to attend.

The first was to give face to Fu Changsheng, the second was for the foundation-building pill, and the third was for marriage.

At the banquet, the women of each family, some dignified and elegant, some charming and beautiful, frequently flirted with Fu Yongkui. But when Fu Yongkui saw them approaching, he immediately frowned and said firmly:
"Fu is devoted to Taoism and has no intention of starting a family for the time being!"

Especially the prettier the girls were, the quicker he would reject them - you must be kidding me, how many more spiritual stones would it cost to marry a Taoist partner? The betrothal gift alone would bankrupt him!

The climax of the celebration is the auction of the Foundation Establishment Pill!

Fu Yongkui stood on the stage, holding a crystal clear foundation-building pill in his hand. The pill patterns were flowing, and the spiritual energy was dense, attracting the enthusiastic eyes of the people below the stage. He looked around, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he put on a sincere expression and said loudly:

"My fellow Taoists, this pill was obtained by chance by Fu. I am reluctantly giving it away today. The highest bidder will get it!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was in an uproar. Foundation Building Pills have always been a scarce commodity in Huainan Prefecture. Wanning Market occasionally auctions them, and the transaction price is at least 20,000 low-grade spirit stones, and sometimes it can even be sold for more than 30,000. But today, Fu Yongkui actually set the starting price very low -

"Starting price: five thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators in the room were stunned for a moment, and then the fire of hope ignited in their eyes. Five thousand low-grade spirit stones, for many peak Qi Refining cultivators, although not a small number, could be gathered together with a little effort. For a moment, many casual cultivators and children of small families who were originally just watching the fun could not help but rub their hands and were eager to try.

"Five thousand five!" A casual cultivator was the first to raise the sign, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Six thousand!" Another descendant of a ninth-rank family was unwilling to be outdone.

"Seven thousand!" Someone else raised the price.

The price kept rising, and Fu Yongkui stood on the stage, laughing in his heart. He deliberately lowered the starting price to make everyone feel that they had a chance, so that the competition would be fierce and the price would be driven up even higher.

As expected, as the bidding became more intense, those eighth-rank noble families who had been waiting on the sidelines also began to make their moves.

"Twelve thousand!" said the elder of the Shangguan family in a deep voice.

"Fifteen thousand!" The Shi family followed closely behind.

"Twenty thousand!" The Cui family directly shouted out the regular price of Wanning Market, trying to intimidate their opponents.

However, the number of monks present today was far greater than during the Wanning Market auction, and many of them held the mentality of "not missing the opportunity", so the price quickly broke through the 30,000 mark.

“Thirty-five thousand!” The foundation-building elder of the Gongsun family gritted his teeth and shouted, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Forty thousand!" The representative of the Nangong family sneered, obviously determined to win.

The whole place was silent for a moment. Forty thousand low-grade spirit stones were already far above the market price, but for some families that were in urgent need of Foundation Establishment Pills, it was still worth it.

Finally, after a fierce competition, the Foundation Establishment Pill was won by the Gan family at a sky-high price of 48,000 lower-grade spirit stones. The Gan family elders were delighted, while the other cultivators who lost the bid shook their heads and sighed, regretting that they had not tried harder.

Fu Yongkui stood on the stage, his face still showing an expression of "reluctantly giving up something", but his heart was already beaming with joy - this foundation-building pill earned him nearly 30,000 spirit stones more than he had expected!

Offstage, Fu Yongxin leaned close to his ear and whispered with a smile, "Brother Kui, you played the 'playing hard to get' trick really well! You set the starting price low, but it doubled the price!"

Fu Yongkui pretended to sigh deeply: "Alas, I am also doing this to give more Taoist friends a chance."

Fu Yongxin rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, you stingy person, you are clearly calculating!"

Fu Yongkui smiled but said nothing. In his mind, he had already started to think about how to spend the spirit stones - no, how to "invest" them to earn more.

As the night deepened, the Fu Mansion, which had been noisy all day, finally quieted down. The guests left one after another, and the servants in the mansion began to clean up the mess. Fu Yongkui stood in the courtyard, looking at the spiritual silks and spiritual lamps that had been removed, with a shrewd light in his eyes.

"Wait!" He suddenly called out, stopping the servant who was about to put away the spiritual silk, "Fold these spiritual silks carefully, they can be used again at the next celebration!"

The servant was stunned and said hesitantly: "But Master Kui, these silks have been used once. Wouldn't it look shabby if we take them out again..."

Fu Yongkui frowned and said earnestly, "What do you know? Spiritual silk is not spiritual food. One bite is one less! As long as it is properly preserved, it can be used three or five times! Besides, who said that the spiritual silk used in the celebration can only be used once?"

The servant dared not say anything more, and could only carefully fold the spiritual silk and put it into the storage bag. Fu Yongkui nodded with satisfaction, and turned to another servant who was cleaning up the spiritual fruit residue:

"Wait! Don't throw away those fruit cores! Drying and crushing them can be used to fertilize the fields, and the peels can also be used as medicine!"

The servants looked at each other and sighed in their hearts: "Master Kui's frugal nature is really engraved in his bones..."

When the house was completely quiet, Fu Yongkui finally returned to his room, closed the door tightly, and set up a soundproofing ban to ensure that no one would disturb him. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with excitement, and poured out a large number of gifts from his storage bag -

"Crash-"

Various brocade boxes, jade boxes, and spirit bags filled the entire table, and some even rolled onto the floor. Fu Yongkui rubbed his hands together and began to count them impatiently, like a hamster that had discovered treasure.

He divided the gifts into several piles:

Spiritual Stones: The spiritual stones sent as gifts by various noble families were wrapped in red silk and were very heavy.

Pills: Qi Gathering Pills, Spirit Nourishing Pills, and even a bottle of "Origin Condensing Pills" that can only be taken during the Foundation Establishment Period.

Magical instruments: Several low-level magical instruments. Although they are not precious, they are practical.

Spiritual materials: spiritual medicine, minerals, monster materials, a wide variety of them.

Useless: some flashy calligraphy and paintings, ornaments, which he casually threw into the corner, muttering:

"These fancy things are neither edible nor usable. I'll sell them to someone else someday..."

Although he was gifted with the Taiyi Five Elements Seed by his father, his cultivation speed would not improve until he reached the Golden Elixir stage. Before that, he had to spend five times more resources than others. Plus, he had an extra gold-devouring beast and a soul-devouring insect. If he didn't plan his life carefully, he might not live to see the day when he could cultivate the perfect Five Elements foundation.

After the inventory is completed.

Fu Yongkui poured all the spirit stones onto the bed, threw himself on it, and lay on the pile of gold coins like a sated dragon. He listened to the "ding-dong" sound of the spirit stones colliding, and sighed with satisfaction:

"Not only did we not spend any money on today's celebration, we also made a net profit of 48,000 Spirit Stones from the auction, plus the gift worth 23,000... I'm so happy!"

However, being frugal can only help you maintain your household. If you want to make further progress, you have to increase your income, especially since you will need a lot of spirit stones for future cultivation.

Thinking about what kind of livelihood can make money.

He suddenly thought of something and sat up abruptly:
"Wait! Did the servants pour out the remaining wine from the guests?!"

He rushed out of the room, shouting as he ran:

"Don't touch those wine jars! I want to check them myself!"

The servants looked at his running back and held their foreheads in their hands:
"Master Kui's temper... is really..."

Wuzhou, Huizhou Prefecture, Huixi County.

Widow Wang stood outside the foggy ghost forest. The cold mist floated like a veil, exuding a faint, heart-pounding chill.

She tightened her robes around her, her fingertips trembling slightly.

——Do you really want to go in?
The Yin Qi in her body was agitated, as if urging her to go in! The thicker the Yin Qi, the faster she could practice!
But reason was warning her - this was a restricted area, even the Purple Mansion elders of the Fu family did not dare to set foot here easily!

Just as she hesitated, two Fu family guards walked out from the side with stern expressions.

"Stop! This is the Fu family's forbidden area, no one is allowed to enter!" one of the guards shouted sternly.

Widow Wang bowed quickly and said in a gentle voice, "My two Taoist friends, I am a guest of the Fu family. I would like to stay temporarily outside this place for the sake of cultivation."

The guards looked at each other, and one of them frowned and said, "This place is dangerous. A foundation-building cultivator once entered and never came out."

Another person added: "If you insist on staying, only stay on the periphery and don't go deep!"

Widow Wang nodded in agreement, but secretly thought in her heart - as long as she didn't go too deep, it should be fine.

She found a secluded place at the edge of the ghost forest and used her magic power to open up a simple cave. The stone wall was cold, and when her fingertips touched it, fine frost condensed. She sat cross-legged and practiced the skills. The yin energy in her body surged like a river. Every time she practiced it for a week, her cultivation improved a little.

"Sure enough... In a place with dense Yin energy, the speed of cultivation is doubled!"

She was delighted, but then a sense of uneasiness arose.

——It was going too smoothly. The warning from the Fu family guards was still ringing in her ears. She did not dare to be careless. She only set up a few restrictions outside the cave and continued to practice.

However, late at night——

"Yeah... ah..."

A faint singing sound floated in from the distance.

Widow Wang suddenly opened her eyes and her hair stood on end.

——Who is singing?
She held her breath and released her spiritual awareness, but she only "saw" a thick darkness.

"Clap."

A drop of water fell from the top of the cave and hit the back of her hand.

——Icy cold.

She looked down and her pupils shrank suddenly.

That's not water.

is blood.

"boom!"

The restrictions on the cave were suddenly broken, and a cold wind swept in, blowing out her protective spiritual lamp.

In the darkness, she saw a blue lantern floating quietly at the entrance of the cave.

——Floating on its own without anyone supporting it.

"Who?!" she shouted, gathering Yin energy in her palms, ready to attack at any time.

But the lantern just swayed slightly, as if it was... waiting for her to pass.

Alarm bells rang in her heart and she turned around to run away, but her feet seemed to have taken root and she couldn't move.

"whee……"

A childish laugh sounded in my ears.

She turned around suddenly and saw a little girl in red standing next to a lantern. Her pale face and a pair of dark eyes were staring at her.

——No whites of the eyes.

"You... who are you?!" her voice trembled.

The girl didn't answer, but raised her hand and pointed to the depths of the ghost forest.

——Ask her to follow.

Widow Wang felt cold all over, but the Yin Qia Xuan body in her body seemed to be summoned by something, and she took a step forward involuntarily...

——She can't control herself!

Moreover, the magic power in the body could not be circulated.

The girl in red was holding the faint blue lantern, floating silently in front to lead the way.

The mist became thicker and thicker, almost turning into substance, wrapping around her wrists and ankles like cold chains. She wanted to struggle, but her body seemed to be controlled by some force, and she could only watch herself step into the depths of the ghost forest step by step.

"Yeah... ah..."

The strange singing voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was whispering in my ears.

Suddenly, the girl stopped, raised her pale little hand and pointed into the depths of the fog.

Widow Wang looked in the direction she pointed.

"boom!"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew past, tearing a gap in the fog.

——A hundred demons parade at night!
Countless shadows emerged from the darkness, forming a long line and moving slowly forward.

There was an old man in a shroud, his head hanging down, a hideous crack on his neck; there was a woman soaked to the skin, with long hair disheveled, holding a purple baby in her arms; there was also a soldier with half of his body missing, dragging his broken armor, making a "cracking" sound of bones rubbing against each other...

They walked silently, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Widow Wang felt cold all over and even her breathing stopped.

Suddenly, at the front of the team, a black figure wearing a tall hat and holding a mourning stick slowly turned around. There were no facial features on his pale face, only a bloody mouth that slowly opened -

"A stranger... trespassing... will die..."

"boom!"

The negative energy surged like a tide, and Widow Wang felt her chest tighten, as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart.

She wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her throat.

At this moment, the girl in red suddenly stood in front of her, raised her little hand and waved gently.

"Wow—"

The cold wind suddenly stopped, and the figures of the ghosts gradually became blurred and finally disappeared in the fog.

The girl turned her head, stared at her with her dark eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a weird smile.

——As if to say:
"See you next time..."

Then, her figure vanished like smoke, leaving only the blue lantern, which fell to the ground with a "pop" and the flame went out.

Widow Wang's legs went limp and she fell to the ground, cold sweat soaking her back.

——Just now...she almost died!

She trembled and climbed up, stumbling out, but the fog behind her seemed to be alive, following her closely...

Widow Wang stumbled and ran in the fog, the footsteps behind her getting closer and closer.

"Click, click..."

It sounded like the friction of bones, or like some sharp nails scraping the ground.

She didn't dare look back, and could only run forward desperately. However, no matter how she ran, the scenery around her remained the same - twisted dead trees, thick fog, and the vague...

"whee……"

Children's laughter.

——But it’s not the girl in red!

She turned her head sharply, but saw only empty darkness.

"Huh...huh..."

Widow Wang was breathing heavily, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

——I can’t get out.

She had been running in this ghost forest for who knows how long, but no matter how she walked, she would eventually return to where she started.

"Is this... a ghost wall?!"

She felt desperate, but the Yin Qia Xuan body in her body began to tremble violently at this moment, as if warning her -

Danger!

"boom!"

The ground suddenly cracked, and a pale hand stretched out and grabbed her ankle tightly!
"what--!"

She screamed and struggled desperately, but the hand was so strong that it almost crushed her bones!
"Come down... and stay with me..."

A hoarse voice came from underground, and then a rotten face slowly emerged, its empty eye sockets staring at her.

Widow Wang felt cold all over, and the magic power in her body was running wildly, but it was like a drop in the ocean, with no effect at all!
——Are you going to die?
Just when she was desperate——

"Om..."

A strange light suddenly appeared from the depths of the fog.

The light was very faint, but it carried a warm power that dispelled the coldness all around.

"This is……?"

Widow Wang was stunned.

The hand that was holding her suddenly shrank back as if it was burned. The White Walkers underground let out a shrill howl and disappeared in an instant.

——The light is guiding her!

Without giving it any more thought, she staggered towards the light source.

The fog gradually thinned, and the oppressive feeling around me also weakened a lot.

"Exit... is it an exit?"

Hope ignited in her heart and she quickened her pace.

But just when she was about to touch the light——

"Snapped!"

A cold hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Where do you want to go?"

A cold voice sounded in her ears.

Widow Wang froze and slowly turned her head...

Early the next morning.

Two guards walked in the morning dew as they conducted their routine patrol along the outskirts of the Misty Ghost Forest.

"Huh?" One of the guards suddenly stopped and frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked another person.

"Fairy Wang's cave... why is the door open?"

The two men looked at each other, immediately became alert, put their hands on the hilt of the knife, and slowly approached.

The stone door of the cave was wide open, and it was pitch black inside with a chilly atmosphere.

"Fairy Wang?" the guard called out loudly. His voice echoed in the empty cave, but no one answered.

——Something’s wrong!

The two men stepped into the cave, and a spiritual fire ignited at their fingertips, illuminating the interior.

Everything in the cave was normal - the cushion was flat, the teacup was untouched, and even the protective spirit lamp was still in its original place, but the wick had long been extinguished.

——The only one missing is Widow Wang!

"Strange..." The guard squatted down, touched the ground with his fingertips, and felt a trace of residual Yin energy, "She left in a hurry."

The other person walked out of the cave, looked at the ground carefully, and suddenly his eyes fixed.

"There are footprints here!"

——The footprints are clear and extend all the way to the depths of the foggy ghost forest!

"She... went in?" the guard's voice trembled slightly.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time a thought came to their minds -

——Widow Wang, you’ve probably fallen into this trap!
——Half a day later, in Huiyang County Administration Hall.

"What? Widow Wang entered the Misty Ghost Forest?" The steward put down the jade slip in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The footprints went straight into the ghost forest, and there was no one in the cave." The guard reported respectfully.

The steward hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "How dare a mere foundation-building cultivator trespass into the restricted area? He really doesn't know how to live or die."

He picked up his pen and wrote in the "Huiyang County Monk Records":

[Fu family guest official Wang widow, who had built her foundation, entered the misty ghost forest without permission and her whereabouts are unknown. She is suspected to have died.]

After finishing writing, the manager closed the file and said calmly, "There is no need to investigate this matter any further. The Misty Ghost Forest is extremely dangerous. Even Purple Mansion cultivators dare not easily set foot in it. She is a casual foundation-building cultivator. If she goes in, she will be courting death."

The guard hesitated to speak: "But Fairy Wang is a guest after all, should we notify..."

The steward sneered: "Guest official? She is just a casual cultivator in name only. The Fu family does not need her."

He waved his hand, signaling the guards to stand down.

——The matter is over now.

——No one knows what happened in the depths of the foggy ghost forest...

Huiyang County

As dusk fell, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the gray mist. Fu Changsheng walked in the air, his robes fluttering, overlooking the rolling mountains and dense forests below. Huiyang County is located on the outskirts of the Misty Ghost Forest and is shrouded in mist all year round. Mortals regard it as a dangerous place, but cultivators know that it is a place with abundant spiritual energy and a treasure land for cultivation.

The county town is very large, and the bluestone walls are still brand new.

At the city gate, three monks in brocade robes had been waiting for a long time. They were the three Qin brothers who married into the Fu family - Qin Da, Qin Er, and Qin San. All three of them were Purple Mansion cultivators. Although they were not top-notch, they were enough to shock people in a remote place like Huiyang County.

Seeing Fu Changsheng coming, the three of them hurriedly stepped forward to salute. Qin Da clasped his fists and said, "The master has come from afar. We have prepared a banquet to welcome you."

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.

The county magistrate's mansion was brightly lit.

The wine and delicacies at the banquet were not as luxurious as those of the Fu family, but they were also quite rich. Qin Da raised his glass to toast and spoke respectfully; Qin Er was silent and only agreed occasionally; Qin San rolled his eyes, as if trying to guess Fu Changsheng's intention.

After three rounds of drinking, Fu Changsheng put down his glass and said directly: "I came to Huiyang County to build a temple."

The three of them had different expressions when they heard this.

Qin Da hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "We shall obey the orders of the master. I wonder which god this temple enshrines? Are there any requirements for the location?"

Fu Changsheng's eyes were deep: "To worship the Dragon God, we need to choose a place with concentrated spiritual energy and open terrain."

Qin Er frowned and whispered, "The people of Huiyang County are tough and many of them don't believe in gods. I'm afraid the incense will be hard to continue..."

Qin San laughed and patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry, Patriarch! I'll take care of this matter. Tomorrow I'll take people to survey the terrain and find a good place for Feng Shui!"

Fu Changsheng glanced at Qin San and said, "Thank you for your help."

After the spiritual food was removed, Fu Changsheng put down his wine glass and spoke slowly:
"I came to Huiyang County for another important matter."

The three Qin brothers looked stern and waited for what was to come.

Fu Changsheng said calmly: "I want to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" Qin San was stunned. "Who is the master looking for?"

"Widow Wang." Fu Changsheng looked at the three people with a sharp gaze. "She was once a guest of the Fu family. It is said that she came to Huiyang County several years ago and there has been no news since then."

——The air suddenly condensed.

Qin Da frowned, obviously unaware of the matter.

Qin Er pondered for a moment and whispered, "The monks in Huiyang County come and go frequently. If there is no record in the list, it may be difficult to find them."

Qin San's eyes rolled, and he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "That's right! Ask the steward to ask! He is in charge of registering the monks in the city, maybe he knows!"

——A moment later.

The steward walked in tremblingly, sweat on his forehead, obviously intimidated by Fu Changsheng's pressure.

"Home, head of the family..."

Fu Changsheng asked directly: "Widow Wang, have you ever been to Huiyang County?"

The steward swallowed his saliva, quickly took out an old booklet, looked it up quickly, and then his face changed:
"This person really exists! She...she once opened a cave on the outskirts of the Misty Ghost Forest to practice, but she disappeared three days later!"

"Missing?" Fu Changsheng's eyes turned cold.

The steward's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said with gritted teeth: "When the guards were patrolling, they found that her cave was wide open, but she was nowhere to be seen. There was only a trail of footprints... pointing to the depths of the ghost forest."

"We thought she was greedy for opportunities and trespassed into the restricted area. She is most likely dead, so... we just recorded it in the file and did not investigate further."

--quiet.

Fu Changsheng tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, and every sound seemed to strike at everyone's heart.

Qin Da's face was solemn, Qin Er's brows were furrowed, and Qin San's eyes were rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long while, Fu Changsheng slowly stood up and said in a cold voice:
"Tomorrow, the site selection for the temple will proceed as usual."

After the banquet, Fu Changsheng was led into a quiet room to rest, while the three Qin brothers gathered in a secret room to discuss in low voices.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the expressions of the three people.

Qin Da pondered and said, "It's strange that the head of the family suddenly wants to build a temple. The Heavenly Dragon God... I've never heard of it. Could it be the Fu family's new backer?"

Qin Er shook his head: "The temple consumes resources. Huiyang County is already poor, why waste it here? It is better to use the spirit stones to train the children of the clan."

Qin San sneered, "Second brother, you are always so short-sighted! What kind of person is the head of the family? Since he came here in person, there must be a deep meaning! We just need to do the job well, and maybe we can get some benefits in the future."

Qin Da glanced at Qin San and said slowly: "Third brother, don't be greedy. The master's mind is unpredictable, so we should act cautiously."

Qin San disagreed: "Brother, you are just too cautious! In my opinion, after the temple is built, regardless of how popular it is, the fact that the Fu family has built a temple here will be enough to deter the surrounding forces! By then, who will dare to underestimate Huiyang County?"

Qin Er sighed: "I hope so... But why would the Patriarch suddenly investigate a guest official who is in the foundation-building stage?"

No one knows.

The three finally decided to act separately the next day. Qin Da was responsible for mobilizing the craftsmen, Qin San was responsible for calculating the supplies, and Qin Er was responsible for surveying the terrain.
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Before the morning mist dissipated, Qin Er had already led several monks out of the city and headed straight for the outskirts of the Misty Ghost Forest. He held a compass and measured the terrain, but in fact he had already made up his mind - it would be best to choose a wasteland far away from the county town.

However, when he stepped into a valley, he suddenly felt the compass in his arms vibrate violently and the needle was spinning wildly!

"Huh?" Qin Er was surprised and looked around. He saw a naturally formed stone platform in the center of the valley, shaped like an altar, and spiritual energy gathered around it like a whirlpool.

"Is this... God's will?" Qin Er's eyes widened, his heart filled with joy. "If I report this place, the head of the family will surely be satisfied!"

He quickly took out the jade talisman and was about to inform Qin Da, but he heard an indifferent voice behind him:

"This place is nice, let's choose it."

Qin Er turned around in shock, only to see Fu Changsheng standing behind him at some point, his eyes as deep as a pool.

(End of this chapter)