Sutra Repository.

The low-level disciples of the Immortal Sect went back and forth selecting the secret manuals of martial arts, making careful estimates, and when they found a balance point that they could accept, they came to the counter to count and settle the bill.

For settlement, the contribution points within the Guangxiu Immortal Sect were naturally used.

Because contribution points to the Immortal Sect are hard to come by, the gentleman who does the math has a high status, and he can give as much or as little as he wants with a stroke of his pen, so everyone has to respect him.

Deacon, Mo Dahai, does this job.

"There should be no one left."

Mo Dahai had just settled the contribution points of an outer disciple and was about to sit down and drink some tea.

Counting is not a heavy or tedious job. Contribution points are hard to come by and no outer disciple can come here every day. Basically, it can be done a few times a day.

Now it's his rest time.

"Lao Mo, you are still comfortable."

At this time, he heard a familiar voice, but he did not change his behavior of sitting down, and even took the time to light the fire.

After doing all this, he looked over and saw that it was indeed Zhou Minsheng.

This was his old friend. The two had known each other for decades. They entered the sect together, practiced together, and grew up together. They both worked as deacons in the outer sect.

"You old fellow, you actually took the initiative to come looking for me."

Mo Dahai laughed and joked that Zhou Minsheng had become very lazy since he entered the retirement stage. In addition, he was in charge of the management of the outer disciples. Except for doing some work when the new outer disciples entered the sect, he had to do nothing for the rest of the time, so he became even lazier.

The recliner was polished to a shine by this old guy.

"Why, you seem unhappy."

Deacon Zhou didn't bother to be polite with Mo Dahai. He retorted after hearing what he said, and found a chair to sit down, very skillfully.

"I'm happy to do it. Come more often if you have nothing to do."

Someone came to visit, and it was an old friend, so Mo Dahai was very happy.

During the retirement stage, although the work is easy and pleasant, after being idle for a long time, I also want to find someone to reminisce about the past.

Small stove, copper kettle with boiling water, brewing tea and tasting tea.

How wonderful.

"I came here today to ask you to help set up a spirit gathering formation."

As they chatted, Deacon Zhou brought up the topic.

Last time, he told Mr. Chen that he wanted to set up a spirit gathering array for him. It was not just a casual remark, but he really took it to heart.

And Mo Dahai is that formation master.

Although he is a low-level formation master, he can easily set up a simple spirit gathering formation.

"Didn't you say you had nothing to do with me?"

Mo Dahai was harsh in words, but his body was honest. He asked, "What's the purpose of setting up the spirit gathering array?"

The Spirit Gathering Array has the effect of gathering spiritual energy, but these old guys are all cultivators who have reached the upper limit of their cultivation, so it is useless to stack a few more.

He couldn't figure out the purpose of Deacon Zhou's spirit gathering array.

"I just got an outer disciple. He lives in an old and run-down house. I'd like to help him out if I can."

Deacon Zhou's face turned red, but luckily he was old, and his skin was thick and wrinkled, so it was not noticeable at all.

After neglecting the younger generation, he tried to make amends later by trying his best to show his courtesy.

He would never tell these embarrassing things to his old friends.

Once he said it, it became a topic of conversation, and it would hurt his heart if it was brought up suddenly. If he died like that, even if he was really buried in the ground, he would want to run out and jump around.

So, a seemingly good excuse came out of his mouth.

In the story, there is a glorious and upright old man who supports the younger generation, which is a great story of Zhu Xiafeng.

"Speak human language."

Mo Dahai took a sip of tea, put down the exquisite little teacup, looked up and glanced at Deacon Zhou, and said with disdain.

They have been friends for decades, so they know each other well. Zhou Minsheng is the only person who can do such a kind-hearted thing, which means he has been possessed by another spirit.

Neither indifferent nor enthusiastic, lying like a dead body is Zhou Minsheng's way.

"That young man is Chen Ergou's eldest brother."

Deacon Zhou's face fell, his defense broke down, and he explained the reason.

Everyone believes that Chen Ergou will be a big figure in the Xianzong in the future, and making friends with him in advance means getting a bright future.

That is something that cannot be offended.

Since you have offended me, you should make amends as soon as possible if you can.

"If I had a big brother like this, I would have entered the foundation-building stage long ago."

Mo Dahai would naturally not refuse this connection. He is old, but he has descendants and a bond of support. If he cannot use his skills, someone else may.

As Chen Ergou's eldest brother, Mo Dahai believed that Chen's life as a monk would not be too miserable.

"Hurry up and get it done. I'll provide the materials."

After finishing a cup of tea, Deacon Zhou no longer wanted to waste time and had to get down to business.

"Wait a moment."

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Mo Dahai stood up slowly, locked the doors and windows of the Sutra Library, and hung a wooden board in a conspicuous place with the words "Out for a meeting, open again tomorrow" written on it.

Then, he disappeared.

…

To the east of Zhuxia Peak, there is a quiet courtyard.

Mr. Chen walked around the yard and would move away and throw away any defects he found, such as debris.

In addition to meditation and refining qi, the courtyard is the focus of his attention, after all, it is where he will live for a long time.

"Just let Chen Ergou's eldest brother live in this shabby place."

"Didn't you know it at the time?"

"If you know your mistakes, correct them and help them move."

"He doesn't want to."

"Will he bear a grudge against you?"

"No, maybe he really likes this yard."

…

A chattering voice came from the gate of the courtyard. Mr. Chen walked out from behind the house and saw two old men.

He was acting so sneaky. If he wasn't so poor and had nothing to worry about, I would have thought something was wrong.

"You two, what's up?"

Mr. Chen recognized that one of the old men was Deacon Zhou.

The person next to him was also an old man. I didn't recognize him, but he looked thin and elegant, a bit like a teacher, better than Deacon Zhou.

"Brother Chen, didn't I say I would set up a spirit gathering array for you? This is Deacon Mo from the Sutra Repository. He's a formation master and he came here specially for this."

Deacon Zhou's face was full of smiles, trying to look very kind.

He also introduced Mo Dahai's identity, and did not let his old friend become a background template.

“It’s quite troublesome.”

Chen Sheng could not have imagined that two deacons would serve him, a newly-joined outer disciple. How could he be so worthy as to do so?

I can only say that Ergouzi’s cards are quite big.

"It's not a big deal. The spirit gathering array is quite simple."

Mo Dahai spoke up and said that the Spirit Gathering Array was difficult, and it was indeed difficult. It was not that a formation master could not set it up, but for a formation master, it was just a small formation and not complicated.

"Then what should I do?"

It is impossible not to set up the spirit gathering formation today. It is like an apology. If he does not accept it, others will feel uneasy.

Mr. Chen was not the kind of person who would cause trouble for others, so he agreed.

"Just watch from the side."

Mo Dahai said.

Mr. Chen didn't waste any words and just stood by the wall.

(End of this chapter)