monk family

Chapter 256 Foundation Building
Yan Yang Mulin.

The members of the Fu clan from the four cities in the east, west, north, south, and north gathered around the altar in the east city, and lined up according to the position they belonged to. The people in charge of each city counted the number of people one by one, and then reported to the eight uncles on the altar.

When it was Dongcheng's turn to be in charge.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Yang's gate was closed tightly, and no one responded no matter how he shouted, his face became a little ugly, because Fu Da made their people in the other three cities unable to raise their heads for a long time. Even now it still doesn't move.

The steward was annoyed, but because Fu Shiduo and Yang's family took care of him, he could only hold back his resentment, and went forward to report to Babo:
"Back to Grandpa Eight, there are a total of 70 people in Dongcheng who are under the age of 620. Except for Yang Shi, Fu Shengyi and Shengyi's son Huzi who did not come, the rest of them have already arrived."

Uncle Ba glanced at Fu Da, who was placed on the square, and frowned slightly. He didn't know what the patriarch's intention was to summon the tribe, but Fu Da's family was still abandoned by the tribe. Not too much, he cleared his throat, whispered a few words to the stewards of the four cities, and then took out a big bag from the storage bag.

Inside the sack are mustard seeds.

There seems to be circles of complicated runes engraved on the beetroot.

The steward carried the sack and called for helpers. According to the head, each person distributed a mustard. Because of the large number of people, the speed was also fast, and the work was finished in a short time.

Uncle Ba then asked the clansmen to sit cross-legged.

Hold tightly the distributed mustard seeds in the palm of your right hand, close your eyes and let go of your mind.

Everyone thought they were testing their spiritual roots as before, and closed their eyes excitedly, meditating silently, hoping that the beetroot in their hands would respond.

Uncle Ba looked up at the sun that had already risen high in the sky.

It is already noon.

The patriarch told them to sit cross-legged with mustaches in their hands for a quarter of an hour. He counted silently in his heart, and when the time came, he raised his voice and said, "Okay, you can open your eyes now. The blue mustaches in your hands turned into red ones." , stand up, come to the center of the altar, and the rest stay where they are."

More than [-] people sat on the ground in darkness.

Uncle Ba felt a little apprehensive, fearing that with so many people, none of them could change Hu Tizi's color.

The whole square was silent for a moment.

Immediately, there was a cheering sound from the direction near the city wall: "My, my beard has turned red, Eighth Grandpa, Eighth Grandpa, my beard has turned into a rainbow color!"

He yelled.

As if it could be contagious, people kept shouting from all directions in the west.

Ancient cliff dwelling.

Fu Shishi was checking the situation of the Song Lingshu, and was called back by Xiaocui, saying that his father had something to do with him. After Fu Zhihong entered the living room of the small bamboo building, Fu Zhihong activated the isolation technique, and said directly:

"Eleventh, your eighth uncle will bring a group of people over in a while. It is said that Guyaju needs to send more people to open up the plum forest on Duanguya. In fact, they are all your third uncle through special channels. Clansmen who have the qualifications to enlighten witches."

Now the sacrificed blood spirit fox has been assembled.

Yes, you can use the bloodstained totem to initiate witchcraft.

Fu Shiyi said excitedly:
"Father, how many qualified clansmen are there?"

"310 two people!"

"310 Two?!"

Fu Shiyi's eyes widened suddenly. There are only 70 to [-] monks in their clan. If these people are all promoted to totem warriors, wouldn't the strength of their clan be improved several levels at once!

Fu Zhihong is obviously also a little excited:

"Your third uncle said that he has the qualifications for enlightening witchcraft, but not everyone can successfully plant a totem. It all depends on chance, and often only one time for enlightening witchcraft. In addition, your third uncle said that such a large totem With his current cultivation level, every time he holds the witch initiation ceremony, he needs to rest for six years!"

Six years is not a long time.

After all, after the test of this group of people is completed, children under the age of six will be six years later, and the timing is just right.

After Fu Zhihong finished speaking, he paused, thought for a while, and said:

"In addition, I have some good news for you. Your uncle, sixth uncle, ninth uncle, and tenth uncle have retreated for more than two years. With the assistance of Jidan, you have successfully established a foundation. After a while, when your cultivation is stable That's it, you can go out!"

"Bang!"

Fu Shiyi stood up suddenly, and even turned over his chair: "That's great, it's really great, that's my father, and now there are five foundation-building monks in our clan. It's on par with the Liu family!"

Fu Shishi wandered around for a while.

It was only later that she remembered that her father hadn't mentioned Uncle Wu just now, and she felt a thump in her heart:
"Father, what about Uncle Wu, hasn't he started building the foundation yet? Or..."

Still failed to build the foundation.

Fu Shishi didn't mention the latter sentence, it was bad luck after all.Fu Zhihong sighed: "Your fifth uncle has been injured many times, and his vitality has already been damaged. Although he has been nourished by relying on magic jade honey during this time, but he is old and lacks energy and blood, so in the end it still falls short."

Fu Shiyi's expression darkened upon hearing this.

Foundation Establishment Pills are hard to come by. The last time Nan Huang and his group escaped death, they only exchanged for a few. If Uncle Wu didn't encounter any greater opportunities in his life, he might not be able to establish foundations.

Fu Zhihong continued:

"The reason why I told you this is that I want you to keep those two Foundation Establishment Pills in your hand well. After all, you have the aptitude of the Four Spiritual Roots, and the success rate of one Foundation Establishment Pill is only [-]%. Coupled with the Condensing Marrow Pill, your success rate will reach [-]%, foundation building should not be a problem."

When Fu Shiyi heard this, his expression was a little unnatural.

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong thought of a possibility, and couldn't help becoming anxious:
"Why, did you lose those two Foundation Establishment Pills? Or did you give them away?"

Foundation Establishment Pill is such an important thing.

How could Fu Shiyi lose it? She has been storing it in her sea of ​​consciousness space, but she has this plan to give it away. She looked at Fu Zhihong and said seriously:

"Father, Sanniang has been in seclusion for more than a year. I plan to give her one of the Foundation Establishment Pills after she comes out. With Sanniang's aptitude, she will definitely be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in one fell swoop, so"

"no!"

Fu Zhihong interrupted without even thinking about it: "How can you just give away something so important as Zhuji Pill? You don't even have enough for yourself. Take a step back and say, if you really want to give it away , that should be left to your elder brother, how could you have such a muddled idea?"

Obviously in Fu Zhihong's heart.

San Niang's status is far inferior to that of her own children.

Fu Shiyi's heart is a little complicated. Ever since she knew that Sanniang had a heart for her father, she was still a little bit uncomfortable, but now she feels sad for Sanniang.

(End of this chapter)