Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 212 The disciples with four limbs enter the society and enter the urn
After a few words, Fang Shu couldn't resist Tian Jinmao's enthusiasm and nodded in agreement to go and see the house, implying that if it was really good value for money, he would definitely rent it.

After agreeing on a time to meet the next day, the human and the demon left happily.

After the demon left, Fang Shuyi returned to his room at the inn, and the smile that had been on his face slowly faded away.

He frowned in thought, muttering to himself, "Good quality at a low price, at the edge of the market..."

After a long while, he touched the Hundred Gu Banner on his hair and sighed softly, "After all, he is a nephew that the Mountain Lord values, so it's best to give him a chance."

Tian Jinmao's actions came at a very opportune time for Fang Shu.

But Fang Shu was not like those stupid little demons who had just arrived at Fudang Mountain; he keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Of course, Tian Jinmao's actions could be due to a genuine opportunity to call him his good brother, or it could be that he was being watched by others without realizing it.

With thoughts surging in his mind, Fang Shu immediately suppressed these distracting thoughts and continued to sit cross-legged in the room, methodically refining his cultivation.

The next day.

Fang Shuru left the pass and met Tian Jinmao at a small stall outside the inn.

Compared to yesterday, Tian Jinmao was even happier today, as if he had found hope in life. His long gown was spotless, and his hair was slicked back with oil, as he happily ate a bowl of tofu pudding.

Seeing Fang Shu approaching, Tian Jinmao immediately called out, "Here! Old man, another bowl, and please add some more pickled vegetables for my brother."

Fang Shu glanced at the stall owner and stopped him directly, explaining, "I've been taking some pills lately, so I need to keep my mouth clean and not eat grains. I don't need to use them."

"Hey, why are you being so polite with me? This is too formal," Tian Jinmao complained.

Seeing that Fang Shu still did not agree, the guy's eyes rolled slightly. Instead of returning the bowl of tofu pudding, he slurped it down in no time.

With a snap, it licked the bowl clean, placed a few talisman coins on the small table it had set up, and then swaggered ahead, leading Fang Shu towards their destination.

It looked quite spirited, as if it had just eaten some dragon liver and phoenix marrow and was about to go to a mountain king's banquet.

Tian Jinmao noticed Fang Shu's gaze, but instead of being ashamed, it shamelessly and somewhat reservedly explained:
"Brother Fang, please don't laugh at me. Doing business with those guys from the Four Limbs Temple like this, even if I lose face, I still have to pretend to be rich."

Otherwise, those fat guys will look down on us, and they might give us a hard time.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Tian," Fang Shu replied, bowing respectfully.

Seeing Tian Jinmao's appearance and attitude, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking this," he thought to himself.

The houses that were being rented out were indeed located outside the market town, but adjacent to its boundary.

Fang Shu estimated that it would take less than half an hour to walk from the center of the market to this place, which seemed to be even shorter than walking to some of the peripheral shops in the market.

He spoke with surprise, and Tian Jinmao then explained something in a low voice with a smug look on his face.

It turns out that this area is indeed closer to the center of the market than the other border areas, and in theory, it should have been included in the market.

The reason it wasn't included is because the floating market deliberately did so.

"This area is used to house groups such as the Five Sects of Mount Lu, or certain old-established immortal clans."

This place is not within the market town, so it is naturally not subject to the many rules and regulations of the market town. For some immortals, it is more peaceful and carefree.

Tian Jinmao added, "However, if the Four Limbs Temple mentions this later, you must not agree with it; you must scoff at it. It may be convenient for them, but it's useless for us."

Fang Shu nodded seriously again.

Soon, the human and the demon walked out of the boundary of the floating market and arrived at the area outside the market that Tian Jinmao had mentioned.

Just as the other party had described along the way, although this place was outside the market town, once you crossed the boundary, there was no difference between the two places.

This place also has shops, stalls, and all sorts of monsters.

Wandering through the alleys, the human and the demon turned and twisted until they arrived at a mansion. The mansion's doors were wide open, the plaque was covered, and there were no array formations or restrictions surrounding it.

After confirming that they hadn't gone to the wrong place, the two of them went straight into the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Fang Shu immediately felt that the place was quite large. It was not just a single-family dwelling, but a large, self-contained courtyard with many houses inside. Even his own private cave dwelling, which he had secretly built in his stomach, was considered a small, modest house compared to this.

"Is this whole courtyard for rent?" Fang Shu asked in confusion.

Tian Jinmao nodded, but then realized what Fang Shu wanted to ask, and shook his head and said, "How could that be? Although this is all the ancestral property of that down-and-out family, why would we brothers need to rent the whole thing and stay inside?"

It discerned the direction, pointing towards the depths of the mansion, quickening its pace as it instructed, "Hurry, hurry, get there sooner, maybe we can still snag a room in a good location."

Fang Shu immediately understood.

The people of Sizhi Temple have taken over this ancestral home of the immortals, and they probably intend to break it down into individual rooms for rent. This kind of arrangement is quite common; for example, back in Guling Town, he and Jiao Lulu and the others shared a courtyard with four families.

However, as he stepped deeper into the ancestral home, Fang Shu hesitated for a moment, then paused slightly and unconsciously shook his sleeves.

One by one, faint Gu worms flew out silently from his sleeves, flanking him and heading deeper into the ancestral house in front of him.

It didn't take long.

Fang Shu followed Tian Jinmao through many doors and arrived at what appeared to be an ancestral hall used for worshipping ancestors.

Inside the ancestral hall, a faint spiritual light surged, and an array was set up. However, the opening of the array was wide open, and inside were several stout figures holding brushes and ink, moving objects around the ancestral hall and recording something, resembling a raid on a property.

The leader was a fat man with big ears and his hands behind his back, looking around at the plaque on top of the offering table.

Upon seeing this person, Tian Jinmao quickened his pace even further. Before he even stepped inside, he exclaimed, "Immortal, Immortal, I'm here!"

Tian Jinmao strolled over to the man and greeted Fang Shu warmly, saying, "This is my brother, also from Lushan. He's here to seek refuge and find a place to stay. His background is definitely clean!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man with big ears turned to look at Tian Jinmao and glanced at Fang Shu. He smiled and said, "It's Brother Tian. Since he's your brother, why worry about his background? Just let me know, and I'll take care of things. I'll even give you a discount on the room rate."

Fang Shu glanced at the ancestral hall out of the corner of his eye, noticing the array restrictions that had not yet been dismantled, and carefully examined them.

He also noticed that the men who were ransacking the house inside the ancestral hall stopped what they were doing as the group was talking, stood silently to the side, and turned their backs, appearing to be orderly and no longer wanting to disturb them.

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinmao quickly replied, "I dare not delay the Immortal's business any longer. Brother Fang, you two should quickly discuss and finalize the matter."

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu calmly stepped into the ancestral hall and bowed, saying, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."

"Of course, of course." The fat man from the Four Limbs Temple said with a smile, "This fellow Daoist is quite handsome and must have a promising future in the Five Organs Temple."

But after exchanging pleasantries, he suddenly changed the subject: "Judging from your foundation, fellow Daoist, your Qi Condensation is profound. I reckon you'll soon be refining your Qi, and after that, you'll need to establish your foundation... Fellow Daoist, would you like to establish your foundation?"

With a flurry of words, this man began to persuade Fang Shu that he could no longer delay his age and must begin preparing for Foundation Establishment now. He claimed that he had a good opportunity here, and that by joining in, they could conspire to achieve Foundation Establishment together.

"Given your age, the sooner you join, the sooner you'll be able to achieve first-class cultivation and, without waiting, immediately receive everyone's assistance and gain the opportunity to establish your foundation!" the fat-headed, big-eared man tempted.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu no longer concealed his emotions, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Tian Jinmao beside him.

To everyone's surprise, Tian Jinmao showed no surprise at being looked at like that, and instead secretly transmitted her voice: "I agree first."

Fang Shu narrowed his eyes at these words and sent a telepathic message to Tian Jinmao, asking him to explain.

"Oh dear, such a good location and house naturally have some requirements. Otherwise, where would your brother find it for you? Don't worry, just agree verbally. Once you move in, he can't possibly kick you out."

Tian Jinmao urged, "This plan is something I racked my brains to come up with, a way to squeeze some wool out of these guys."

You must believe me, ever since you came up the mountain, has I, Tian, ​​ever lied to you?!

The fat, big-eared man, seeing that Fang Shu was still hesitating and seemingly understanding their conversation, suddenly added fuel to the fire with a smile:

“If you agree, then we are brothers and sisters. Since we are brothers and sisters renting a house, why talk about deposits and rent? Just pay some food expenses to keep the formation running.”

This fellow even spread his arms wide, pointed at the enormous mansion, and said in a loud voice:
"To be honest, the reason we bought this house is to provide a safe haven for our brothers and sisters in this Floating Mountain, so that all of us can live in peace and happiness!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu's expression changed, and he said no more.

He didn't even glance at the fat man with big ears, but calmly looked at Tian Jinmao and said, "Thank you for the introduction, Brother Tian. This matter is not my concern. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he stepped out of the ancestral hall without hesitation.

Tian Jinmao hurriedly followed, jumping up and down in a panic, and even tried to pull and tug at him:
"Don't go, brother, don't go!"

The fat man with big ears didn't say anything more, seemingly intending to watch Fang Shu leave or wait for Fang Shu to change his mind.

However, Fang Shu did not give Tian Jinmao a chance to pull him away. He activated his magic power and took a step to cross several feet, about to step out of the ancestral hall.

But as he reached the threshold, an array rose from the ancestral hall and blocked the threshold, instantly silencing him from all sounds of the outside world, including the chirping of insects and birds.

Inside the ancestral hall, the men who had turned their backs to the outside all came out and blocked the doorway, staring coldly at Fang Shu.

At this moment, the fat-headed, big-eared man finally smiled reservedly and transmitted his voice:

"Fellow Daoist, now that you have entered this sect, why do you leave? If you leave, you will surely regret it for the rest of your life."

Tian Jinmao then hurriedly shouted:
"No, no! My brother just doesn't understand the Immortal and our sect yet..."

It spoke as if it wanted to play the good cop and coax Fang Shu into joining the group.

But what responded to it was Fang Shu's cold gaze.

Fang Shu's tone was disappointed: "Brother Tian, ​​why did it have to come to this?"

Before he finished speaking, a protective aura surged from his body, keeping Tian Jinmao at bay. Everyone in the ancestral hall felt a chill in their hearts.

At this point, everyone around, including Tian Jinmao, fell silent. Their true energy and demonic energy surged, and their eyes revealed fierce expressions.

The fat man's expression changed drastically, and he sneered, "Want to make a move?"

He grinned maliciously and shouted, "I, Dai Kuan, am the resident deacon of the Four Limbs Temple. Since I have invited you today, you must join the sect even if you do not agree. Otherwise, if we let you go, you will harm all the brothers and sisters of this sect, which would not be good."

As he spoke, he no longer concealed his covetousness: "Of course, if you join the association, you must hand over all your wealth, including your status as an inner disciple in the Five Internal Organs Temple, so that the brothers and sisters of this association can help each other."

If you refuse, fellow Daoist, are there any rules within the guild to punish you?

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Tian Jinmao beside him.

When he arrived at Fudang Mountain, he never revealed to Tian Jinmao that Fang Shu was already an inner disciple of the Five Internal Organs Temple.

Tian Jinmao no longer concealed his true feelings. He simply lowered his head and said, "Brother Fang, it's not that I want to harm you, but you kept something from me first."

"You've been an inner disciple for several years now, and with the Five Internal Organs Temple closed off, you've still come down the mountain. Do you really think I don't know the state of affairs within the temple? Those guys would never let an outer disciple down the mountain."

As it spoke, its furry face contorted, and it bared its teeth and growled:

"As an inner disciple, you must have brought a lot of supplies with you when you came down the mountain this time. Also, I went to see you at the monthly auction last time, but you didn't go with me. You must have gone to the auction alone."

"You, with your status and wealth, why do you insist on hiding this from your brother? It's so heartless and unjust!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man's eyes were already bloodshot. He stared intently at Fang Shu, his face contorted with rage, his teeth clenched, just like a gambler who had gone mad.

At this moment, Fang Shu could no longer conceal his disappointment, realizing that the other party had been plotting for a long time, and that it was not a momentary act of greed. He sighed with regret:

"Both Lao Shan Jun and I have misjudged people."

(End of this chapter)