There are six beast-taming halls in Yanmen County: Jinxingtang, Muxingtang, Shuixingtang, Firexingtang, Earthxingtang and Qixingtang.
Each hall is in charge of the spiritual beasts of the corresponding attributes. For example, the Jinxingtang raises the golden spirit beasts. Because the three spiritual beasts of wind, ice and thunder are relatively rare, they were merged into the Qixingtang.
"Two fellow Taoists, what are you doing here?"
Liang Song and Zhao Lin came to the Huoxing Hall. There were two gatekeepers in front of the hall, and one of them asked.
"I'm looking for Hall Master Shi."
Zhao Lin held up his hand and took out Elder Wu's letter.
"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment."
The gatekeeper disciple took the letter and turned around to report.
After a while, he came out and said: "The hall master invites you!"
Zhao Lin asked Liang Song to wait outside. He walked through the courtyard with the gatekeeper and walked into the hall. When he entered, he saw a middle-aged monk with thick beard and hair and a strong build.
"I've met Senior Shi."
Without the reminder from the gatekeeper, Zhao Lin knew that the person in front of him was Shi Zhenyue, and he bowed and saluted.
Because of the relationship with Elder Wu, calling him senior instead of hall master makes him seem closer.
Shi Zhenyue nodded slightly, glanced at Zhao Lin with his sharp eyes, and said straightforwardly: "Since Senior Brother Wu has spoken, I will do my best."
"However, Huoxingtang is busy with affairs, and it is difficult for me to spare much time to teach spells. I guess you won't be able to stay in Yanmen County for too long, and you can only learn some superficial skills."
This is to put the ugly words in front of him, so that Zhao Lin will not learn the magic and Elder Wu will come to investigate.
Zhao Lin thought this was just right, and hurriedly said: "Junior understands, all I need is some guidance from senior, and I can go back and practice on my own."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of "Zhengchun Dan" from his arms and offered it with both hands.
"This is a little thought from this junior, please accept it, senior."
Zhengchun Pill is one of the pills that Foundation Establishment monks take daily. No matter where Shi Zhenyue reaches in his practice, he can take this pill.
A bottle of Zhengchun Dan is worth two hundred good deeds, no more, no less, so it is just the right gift.
Shi Zhenyue was not polite. He took the elixir and said, "It's a bit late today. You can come over tomorrow afternoon."
Zhao Lin said loudly: "Thank you, Senior Shi!"
That night, Zhao Lin rested at Liang Song's house.
The two hadn't seen each other for many years and chatted until late at night.
Zhao Lin learned from the conversation that Liang Song had been a teacher for seven years, and now his monthly salary was only seventy meritorious deeds.
Of course, if you do well, there are additional rewards.
"Brother Liang can earn two thousand good works a year, right?"
Zhao Lin asked tentatively.
"No way!"
Liang Song smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There was something wrong with the beast eggs that hatched last year, and hundreds of good deeds were confiscated. After a year of hard work, I only got fifteen or six hundred good deeds."
Seeing his old friend sighing, Zhao Lin's heart moved and he asked: "Brother Liang, are you willing to come to Fangshi to work?"
Li Sancai and Gu An can earn more than a thousand from good deeds a year, and they will definitely earn more next year. What they do is much easier than controlling beasts.
I happen to want to open a branch, so why not ask Liang Song to come over and help? Good things come at the expense of my brothers.
Until then, just be a hands-off shopkeeper and concentrate on your cultivation.
Liang Song knew that Zhao Lin was working in Fangshi, but he didn't know that he was the shopkeeper. He thought it was a joke and said with a smile: "That's good. When you become the shopkeeper, I will go there immediately to avoid smelling like animal dung all day long." .”
The next day, Liang Song went out to Tuxingtang early in the morning.
Zhao Lin had nothing to do, so he went to the market for a stroll.
The market occupies a very large area, larger than Dongfu Haifang. However, most of them are street stalls, and the quality is much lower than that of Fang Market. The people are mixed, and it looks like a market.
"Yesterday he went to Huoxingtang. I don't know if he was visiting friends or if he had something to do."
"Well, from the looks of it, I'll probably stay here for a few days."
"Our people will arrive in the afternoon, we can't escape him this time..."
Zhao Lin turned around for a while and heard someone whispering behind him again.
"It's not over, is it?"
Zhao Lin sneered in his heart and suddenly turned around and walked back.
The two monks who were following him immediately stopped and stood in front of a stall, pretending to select goods.
Zhao Lin didn't look sideways as he passed by the two of them. He lifted his nose and took a sniff to remember the scent of the two of them.
…
In the afternoon, Zhao Lin came to Huoxingtang as scheduled and met Shi Zhenyue.
"Show me your reflection stone."
Shi Zhenyue stretched out his palm. Before teaching the spell, he must make sure that Zhao Lin has redeemed the spell.
"yes."
Zhao Lin took out the body-illuminating stone and covered up other information.
Shi Zhenyue took it, took a look at it, and nodded, "It's not convenient to cast spells here, let's go to the practice room."
After speaking, he led Zhao Lin into a spacious room.
There was nothing in the room, and a protective circle was set up around it, obviously for the purpose of practicing magic.
At this time, Shi Zhenyue said: "How far have you practiced the Fire Cloud Spirit Whip? Are you a beginner or a proficient one?"
Zhao Lin could only tell the truth: "When I first started practicing, I still...can't use it."
"What?"
Shi Zhenyue's face darkened as soon as he heard this, "I have great attainments in this magic. You haven't even started yet, so you come to me for advice. Do you think it's appropriate?"
"Senior Brother Wu said that you are a magic genius, but this is your attitude towards practice?"
Zhao Lin gritted his teeth and said: "This junior has some talent in fire spells, but please ask the seniors for advice, so that I can understand it more or less."
Shi Zhenyue said nothing with a cold face, obviously not believing Zhao Lin's words.
Zhao Lin knew that his words were empty, so he simply took a few steps back and drew a magic formula from his hand.
"Flame Arrow!"
As he finished speaking, a red fireball flew out of his fingertips.
The fireball flew into the air, exploded suddenly, and turned into hundreds of flaming arrows. It tilted on the wall like a rainstorm, causing waves of shock.
"Dacheng level flame arrow!"
Shi Zhenyue is a master of fire magic. He could see the details of this magic at a glance, and his face showed emotion.
Zhao Lin has mastered advanced level spells at a young age, and it is no exaggeration to call him a genius.
"Since you have this ability, I am worried too much."
Shi Zhenyue no longer kept a straight face, called Zhao Lin to his side, and explained the key points of the Fire Cloud Spiritual Whip spell in detail.
Zhao Lin looked focused and serious, but his mind was far away.
Shi Zhenyue talked for half an hour, then stopped and asked: "How is it? How much did you understand?"
Zhao Lin replied: "I understand about seventy-eight points, but... seeing is better than hearing. Senior, can you demonstrate it yourself? Let the junior feel how to control the spiritual power of fire."
Shi Zhenyue did not doubt that he was there and asked: "How do you want me to demonstrate?"
Zhao Lin was overjoyed, crossed his arms and clasped his fists and said: "Junior, if you dare, please give me some advice from senior."
The competition between peers is called guozhao, and the seniors teaching the younger ones to practice and imitate spells is called haizhao.
Shi Zhenyue laughed and said, "Okay, then just make two gestures and step back..."
Making a secret on his hand, a long red whip formed. The fire on the whip jumped and flashed, rising continuously.
The long whip flew up and down, sometimes like a drifting cloud, erratic, sometimes like a fiery snake, extremely agile.
Zhao Lin retreated dozens of steps away, waved his arm, and released a silver ice blade that seemed to be real. (End of chapter)
