The big rat spirit didn't know what the name of the mask was, and he couldn't write Hu Fai's name on it either. As usual, if he couldn't name it, he would just write "low-grade magic tool". After recording it down, he placed the jade pendant on the shelf. It was a done deal. His face darkened, and he said with a fake smile, "Little Junior Brother, congratulations on choosing the treasure. You may leave now!"
Fang Xing looked back and forth at the mask, and pretended to be ignorant. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
The big rat spirit's face darkened, and he shouted, "Nonsense! You've already chosen the magic tool, and it's recorded. You can't go back on your word!"
"Then … you just said that if I'm not satisfied, I can take it back and exchange it again …"
Fang Xing's mouth opened wide, as if he was scared by them.
"Exchange? It's not impossible, but it depends on your performance! "
The big rat spirit sneered, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
It wasn't that no one had ever come to exchange for it. Many disciples who had suffered greatly at their hands had come to their door, and begged in every way possible. They even willingly took out all the good things they had on them, and begged them to allow them to exchange for a magic tool.
Through this method, they had reaped countless benefits.
They had recorded the vague name of "low-grade magic tool" on the jade token, not only because they didn't know the name of the mask, but also because they were prepared to take advantage of Fang Xing when he came to their door again.
In any case, it was recorded as a low-grade magic tool. At worst, they could just exchange for another low-grade magic tool. If it was those with the name and characteristics of the magic tool, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with. After all, Taoism had its own rules.
"Alright then, I'll take it!"
Fang Xing seemed to have made up his mind. He stuffed the mask into his clothes, turned around, and left.
The big rat spirit and his two junior brothers looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"He actually chose such a thing. This kid looks like he's obtained some treasure …"
"Hehe, he offended us, and this kid still thinks he's good? In his dreams! "
"Hmph, when he goes back and wants to exchange for another magic tool, I'll skin him alive!"
The fat Daoist who had been waiting outside saw Fang Xing come out and hurriedly welcomed him. He wanted to see what Dharma artifact he had chosen.
Fang Xing handed the mask to him. The fat Daoist held it in his hand and looked at it. He asked suspiciously, "What is this?"
The mask looked a little old, and there were even cracks on it. It didn't look like anything good.
Fang Xing snatched it back. "What do you know? This is definitely something good. Let's go. Take me to the cultivation place!"
The fat Daoist saw that he was full of confidence, so he didn't say anything more. He led the way to the cultivation place arranged by the sect. Along the way, he introduced the sect's scenery to Fang Xing. He was the supervisor of chores, and he ran errands everywhere. Therefore, he was very familiar with the sect. Although he wasn't usually well-liked, he came into contact with many people, so he could easily get all kinds of information. "Junior Brother, look.
That place is the Clear Sound Valley where the female disciples live. There's a clear pond outside the valley, and the junior sisters often bathe there. To prevent peeping, the sect's elders have set up a spiritual fog around the pond, and it's sealed all year round. However, this spiritual fog doesn't appear all the time. As long as you have the perseverance, you can lie on that mountain for ten days to half a month, and the fog will clear. There was once a senior brother who saw the female disciples bathing there, and when he came back, he preached for half a month … "
"This green cliff is the place where Elder Song Gu preaches. He's a legendary figure in our Blue Cloud Sect. His magic power is profound, but he treats people kindly. When we outer sect disciples pay our respects to him, he'll respond with a smile. Elder Song Yan will preach here once every year on the Double Ninth Day. Sometimes, he'll talk about the things that need to be paid attention to in cultivation, and sometimes, he'll talk about the principles of magic. Who knows how many disciples come to listen to him? From true disciples to outer sect disciples, all of them want to sit but can't … "
"That place is even more amazing. It's a place where disciples who specialize in pill techniques cultivate. It's called Qixia Ridge. Because it's filled with pill fog all year round, it's called Qixia Ridge. The disciples there are not to be trifled with, and every one of them is shockingly arrogant. Who asked us, ordinary disciples, to need their help sooner or later? However, there are many female disciples in Qixia Ridge. Junior Brother, you don't look ugly. When you're a bit older, Senior Brother will introduce you to one. Having such a Daoist companion will bring you many benefits … "
The path to the valley at the foot of Hidden Cloud Peak where the outer sect disciples lived was not close. After walking for more than four hours, the fat Daoist's mouth had not stopped talking. However, he did know a lot. Adding on the sect's rules, he talked for more than four hours without repeating anything. In order to understand the Blue Cloud Sect as soon as possible, Fang Xing did not interrupt him. He listened patiently and occasionally cooperated with him.
The fat Daoist was given a rare opportunity to show off, so he became even more excited and talked non-stop.
"Junior Brother, look, that's the mountain where the inner sect disciples cultivate. You must not approach it carelessly …"
"That's where the disciples who have violated the sect's rules are imprisoned …"
"That's where the catering department is. If outer sect disciples want to receive their meals there, they have to pay a hundred taels of silver every month …"
"That's the Dao Enlightenment Pavilion. All the Blue Cloud Sect's magic treasures are there, but only inner sect disciples can enter!"
…
"This will be where you'll be living in the future. My place is not far from yours, so we can visit each other often …"
After talking for a while, they finally saw a valley at the foot of the mountain. Hidden by the white clouds, there were hundreds of scattered houses. Because this valley was not small, it did not seem crowded. In fact, it seemed quite spacious. The surrounding environment was not bad. A clear stream flowed down from the foot of the mountain and passed through the valley. On the left, there was a large green bamboo forest that rustled when the wind blew.
At this time, it was already late autumn in the outside world. Inside the Blue Cloud Sect, due to the abundance of spiritual energy, it was still a scene of spring and summer.
According to the fat Daoist, this was a valley where the outer sect disciples lived. There were more than ten similar valleys in the Blue Cloud Sect.
He lived in a neighboring valley, about two to three miles away from here.
In fact, all the outer sect disciples lived in such a valley. When their cultivation broke through to the fourth level of spirit formation, they could be promoted to inner sect disciples and move to the cave abode on the mountain where the spiritual energy was more abundant. If their cultivation broke through to the seventh level, they could be promoted to a direct disciple. Within the Blue Cloud Sect, they would own a valley or mountain with abundant spiritual energy and receive the same treatment as an elder.
Coming down together with the fat Daoist, they found the manager of this valley. It was a young man who was at the second level of spirit formation. He was slightly plump and seemed to be somewhat shrewd. He was in charge of the arrangement of the houses and the management of the catering department. He was quite enthusiastic. After checking Fang Xing's wooden plate, he arranged a house close to the spring so that it would be convenient for him to fetch water. Then, he asked if Fang Xing wanted to eat at the catering department.
"Junior Brother Fang, if you want to eat at the catering department, you need to pay a hundred taels of silver every month …"
The fat Daoist kindly reminded.
Fang Xing was startled. His pockets were empty now, where would he have money?
He patted the fat Daoist's shoulder. "Then lend me a hundred taels of silver first. I'll return it to you another day!"
The fat Daoist was stunned. "You don't even have a hundred taels of silver?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes. "Who said I don't have it? I just didn't bring it with me!"
The fat Daoist was helpless. He was the one who brought him here. When he introduced him to the senior in charge of the catering department, he even said that this person was his good friend. Now that the other party was looking at him, he couldn't just not lend him a hundred taels of silver, right? Without a choice, he could only ask the senior in charge of the catering department to write it down and promise to send it over within two days. After all, he didn't bring that much with him.
The senior was quite polite. He waved his hand and said that there was no need to write it down and that he would send it over when the time was right.
However, the way he looked at Fang Xing became a little more disdainful.
In the cultivation of Taoism, if one didn't have outstanding talent, they would have to fight for resources. Even if one had a huge fortune, it would be easily spent on the path of cultivation. This kid in front of him didn't even have a hundred taels of silver. It seemed like he didn't have much of a future.
Fang Xing then followed the fat Daoist to the house that was arranged for him. It was a lonely wooden house. It looked very simple, but although it was simple, it wasn't shabby. It was made of high-quality pine wood that could ward off mosquitoes and insects. The decorations inside were not bad either. At the very least, it was much better than when he was a Taoist child. There was a bed frame, a table, and a chair. However, there were no utensils or bedding that he usually used.
After asking around, he found out that this also required money. He could only ask the fat Daoist again.
Since he had already taken out a hundred taels of silver, he naturally couldn't be stingy with the ten taels of silver. The fat Daoist pinched his nose and accepted it.
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