After entering the palace, Fang Tang did not dare to look around, and followed with his head down. When he passed by some locations, various inspiration seemed to flash around him, and the feelings were different when he shone on his body, which made him even more nervous.

Unlike Fang Tang's nervousness and fear, at this time, the old deacon, who had been dead, became excited and saw that following Fang Tang was inexplicably.

Although the palace is large, its structure is not complicated. Soon the tall and thin man brought them into a large hall.

"Master, I've brought it."

The tall and thin man suddenly stopped and saluted the person sitting in the main seat of the hall, saying without any fluctuation.

"Greetings to the Elders of the Corpse!"

The old deacon on the side did not dare to raise his head and quickly saluted respectfully.

Hearing this sentence, Fang Tang raised his head and looked upwards.

Looking up, Fang Tang did not see the figure in his imagination. Instead, he felt like he saw the evil ghost hell. The whole world fell into cold and silence in an instant. The roars of walking corpses sounded in his ears. His hideous faces, dark and sharp claws, and dry and black bodies continued to appear in front of him. They struggled to gather and attack him, wanting to subdue him and swallow him.

It seemed as if an unprecedented coldness emerged from the depths of his soul. In the blink of an eye, he felt his body quickly and cold, stiff and difficult to move. This made Fang Tang feel in his heart that he would become a walking corpse in the next moment, becoming a member of the corpse mountain, and became closer to the brink of losing his mind.

"Um."

It seemed as if a slight sound came from the horizon. In an instant, the zombies dissipated and the cold receded. Everything returned to normal and the body also returned to mastery, as if what Fang Tang saw and felt before was just hallucinations.

There was no trace of the evil ghost hell. Fang Tang's eyes were left with only the dark middle-aged man in a black robe sitting on the head seat casually. The strange phenomenon flowed behind him, and the dark and deep fog floated. The illusion of the evil ghost and the walking corpse was rising and falling, and the cold and silence were the same as Fang Tang's illusion.

"The vision of a Jindan monk has been established. If his cultivation is not good, those who look directly at him will erode and assimilate him. Don't die in the future because of this."

Seeing Fang Tang come back to his senses, the middle-aged man speaks, his voice hoarse and harsh.

Fang Tang, who had just escaped from death, had no time to be grateful when he heard this, so he bent down and saluted, saying that he was, and his forehead was sweating like a waterfall. Only then did he realize how dangerous it was.

When the cultivation level reaches a certain level, even if it does not contain malicious intentions, even if it reveals an aura, the vision condensed by its own Taoist rhyme can pose a fatal threat to those who have poor cultivation!

It is simply difficult for the weak to survive in this world, and every step is a pit!

Fang Tang looked gloomy and middle-aged, but he didn't care. Instead, he reached out to the old deacon who was waiting on the side and pointed casually. A gray and black light spot flew out from his fingers and fell into the other party's eyebrows. The old deacon first showed an understanding look, and soon woke up. His expression was ecstatic and he bowed to the elders of the corpse.

This benefit is also the reason why the old deacon suddenly became excited when he first saw Fang Tang's qualifications, and as a foundation-building cultivator, Fang Tang, a disciple who was only able to draw qi into his body, was so gentle.

As a cultivator who is trapped and built foundations and difficult to survive, the rewards he received when guiding his disciples with excellent qualifications to the elders can bring him great benefits, which is naturally worthy of his attention. This is also the main reason why he is willing to deal with miscellaneous things in the worship hall to practice.

It’s no longer possible to rely on yourself, so it’s better to put your hope on the elder’s reward.

"You have brought me a good disciple, so it's okay to give me some tips."

"Give a seat!"

The middle-aged man, the corpse elder, waved his hand as he said, "Wait for a moment, I will say a few words to this new disciple and you will take him to register for naturalization."

Of course, the old deacon who had gained the benefits had nothing else to say, suppressing his joy and retreating to the side and sitting down and waiting quietly.

At this time, the corpse's eyes were on Fang Tang: "I will become a disciple of the corpse."

Elder Jindan could naturally easily see Fang Tang's qualifications in his eyes. The original qualifications were not very good, but they were considered top-notch. It was enough to be a registered disciple, but it was not worth paying too much attention to and too lazy to talk nonsense.

"ah?"

Fang Tang was stunned, so direct?

"how?"

The corpse frowned, and Fang Tang instantly stood upside down, and immediately bowed down to his master's ceremony and shouted:

"Master, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

"Well, from now on, you will be my registered disciple. If you can break through the foundation building, you can accept it as a formal disciple to pass on my mantle."

Seeing the corpse, the elders nodded slightly, and pointed to the tall and thin man who was silent and silent, saying: "This is Yi Bai, my great disciple. If you have any questions about your practice, please ask him for advice. As for other senior brothers and sisters, you can go and see him again if you have the chance."

OK! This means don’t bother him if you have something to do!

"Senior Brother!" Fang Tang's thoughts turned and he hurriedly bowed to Yi Bai.

Yi Bai nodded to him, his expression still stiff.

"Seeing you carrying a corpse leader, this [Corpse leader] you go back and study it well. The basic exercises will be issued by the worship hall. You can practice step by step, just leave."

After letting the two know each other, the corpsemen took out a booklet that was slightly thicker than the previously deleted version of Yin Zi Jue and supported it to Fang Tang with magic power. Without waiting for him to take a look, they started to drive people away.

"Thank you Master to give me the skills and I will leave!"

Fang Tang had no choice but to retreat when he saw the ceremony and followed the deacon out of the cave.

"Let's go, I will take you to become a naturalized person... I can be a disciple of the corpse. Even if you are just a registered disciple, your treatment will be better than that of ordinary inner disciples. With your qualifications, you will surely advance bravely in the journey of cultivation. I am afraid that my old bone will still rely on your nephew to support you... If I had this opportunity at the beginning, why would I be so troubled?"

He rolled up the black cloud and took Fang Tang, perhaps because he got the benefits from the corpse, so the old man also had some fun.

"Uncle Master is joking. How can I compare to you, an ordinary person who has never seen any way? Thanks to your care, if we succeed in practicing Tang in the future, we will definitely not forget your kindness to lead the way today, but before this, I am afraid that I will be bothering you."

Fang Tang didn't dare to follow his words and said something difficult. He just smiled and flattered. He reminded the other party not to think about making money by nothing. If he wanted to get something back in the future, early investment would always be indispensable.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, who wouldn't say beautiful words? But when I got the gray and black light spot, I forgot the ecstatic appearance of you, the old man, even if I had the kindness of leading the way, I helped Li Xufeng. Compared to Fang Tang's reward of this cheap master, it was obviously not worth mentioning. From this point of view, Fang Tang didn't owe him anything at all.

Fang Tang didn't know when he could reach the level of being able to support this old man, but he couldn't just respond to this kindness, otherwise he wouldn't sell himself too cheaply, and maybe he wouldn't know when he would sell it. Since the other party had this intention, he had to have some "pre-investment investment".

After looking at Fang Tang with a sincere smile, the old deacon also smiled and said, "I, Yang Zhengxi, today I have a great conversation with my junior and nephew. I have a little power in the worship hall. If my junior and nephew has any relevant matters in the future, I can come to find me. What kind of trouble do you think? Master Fang is so kind of talking about this!"

"Since that's the case, I'll thank Uncle Yang for taking care of him in advance. If I succeed, I will never forget my uncle's kindness!"
Chapter completed!