"Miscellaneous Array?"

Fang Tong suddenly became interested: "Is it a maze-like formation?"

"Maze?" Zhang Daoran shook his head and said in a slight contemptuous way, "You don't understand what you said. I will just say it simply. Although the maze can confuse people's eyes, it cannot confuse people's hearts and can always find an outlet. The mystery array is arranged, one step at a time, and without anyone guiding it, you will never be able to get out of it if you enter it..."

"So awesome?"

Fang Tong opened his eyes wide: "Just relying on these broken stones?"

"Don't underestimate these stones. Find the correct direction. According to the Zhoutian Star array, the formation is activated by the power gathered by the runes on the stone to activate the formation. Every small pit you see now, the stone buried in the stone is the eye of the formation..."

Zhang Daoran patiently explained that he did not stop in his hand and buried another stone: "Eighty-one stones, each direction is different, and there cannot be any deviation. Even if a stone is deviated by one millimeter, the formation cannot be activated. Eighty-one stones, if one is missing, the formation cannot be operated..."

"The Taoist priest took me to watch the Taoist priest bury every stone, aren't you afraid that I will learn it?"

Fang Tong's eyes shone, and the formation. According to Fang Tong's understanding, the formation of marching formations is real. Using the changes of stars to set up the formations in myths is all deceptive. However, Zhang Daoran is a master, so he can't be bored to dig a pit and bury stones by himself...

Moreover, from the beginning, Fang Tong looked at Zhang Daoran's formation from the first stone. If he was smarter, he would know the direction of the formation arrangement...

"You can't learn..."

Zhang Daoran said directly, mercilessly.

When setting up a formation, you not only need to find each array eye based on the position of the stars in the sky, but also need to have your own cultivation, be able to understand runes, and be able to draw runes. If you only remember the direction of the formation and do not know the runes of the array eye, you cannot set up a formation.

Practicing Taoism depends on fate and qualifications, and neither Fangtong has it.

Fang Tong's face collapsed: "Master Taoist, can you speak more tactfully? If you say this, it will hurt my self-esteem. Besides, aren't you teaching me?" Fang Tong's eyes were filled with hope: "Master Taoist, you don't want to accept me as your disciple..."

"You have no chance to be with me, and you have no chance to be with me." Zhang Daoran said mercilessly: "I will not accept disciples yet..."

Zhang Daoran would not accept disciples, at least before he had cultivated the path of immortality. However, now Zhang Daoran needs a believer, a loyal believer! Fang Tong is Zhang Daoran's goal, and Fang Tong's status is very suitable.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, Taoist arts were basically lost, and Taoist arts no longer exist. As Taoist priests, they have also lost their mysterious color. Some Taoist priests even exist for the purpose of studying Taoist scriptures.

If Zhang Daoran wants to gain fame, it is impossible without loyal believers.

This is also the reason why Zhang Daoran asked Fang Tong to set up his own formation without hiding it.

Fang Tong had no intention of becoming a Taoist priest, especially a Taoist priest like Zhang Daoran who was worried about food and drink. In the world, Fang Tong, who had countless wealth, could be said to live a luxurious life, how could he come here to be a Taoist priest?

He didn't care about what he said to Zhang Daoran. Fang Tong followed Zhang Daoran with a smile and kept busy until night...

"Thank you for your hard work... To express your gratitude, I'll treat you to a meal..."

Before the Three Qingshou Temple, Zhang Daoran affectionately patted Fang Tong on the shoulder.

Fang Tong was flattered and had been with Zhang Daoran for a long time. Only then did Fang Tong realize how stingy Zhang Daoran was. He lived here for twenty-seven days. Fang Tong wanted to have a meal more than once, but Zhang Daoran refused.

Even if he used money to buy it, Zhang Daoran was indifferent. Fang Tong once fell 1,000 yuan and was rejected to eat a fish with Zhang Daoran. Sometimes, Fang Tong didn't understand that Zhang Daoran was obviously poor, and it could be said that he had no money in the Taoist temple, but he refused the Fang family's support and money. He could ask for money directly, but Zhang Daoran didn't.

This is a real master, but a strange-tempered master...

Now the master takes the initiative to treat himself to a meal, Fang Tong is very excited.

"Hehe..." Rubbing his hands, Fang Tong smiled and said, "Do you want me to help?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head, and Fang Tong walked to the stone table and waited.

Thinking of the delicious and fragrant carp, Fang Tong aroused his greed.

Soon, Zhang Daoran came over with a bowl of noodles by himself. Without saying a word, he sat at the stone table and started eating. Fang Tong looked at the noodles and his face changed: "Master Taoist, eat noodles?"

"What do you want to eat? Sea cucumbers? Abalone? I don't have it here. If you want to eat it, just serve it yourself..."

Zhang Daoran said vaguely.

After a few heavy breaths, Fang Tong wanted to cry without tears. The food he imagined did not appear at all, but he ate noodles, noodle without any oil and water...

Unwillingly, he came to the simple stove. Fang Tong was about to fetch noodles when Zhang Daoran had finished the bowl and walked over quickly: "What? Are you not hungry?"

As he said that, the chopsticks were inserted into the pot and a full bowl of noodles was taken away in just a few seconds...

Looking at the noodles that are clearly variable in the pot and can count on your fingers, listening to the protests of your stomach, and looking at the darkness around you and unable to find a place to eat, Fang Tong was about to cry: "You stingy..."

"I am not stingy, young man, you have never experienced the hard days of eating and not eating, otherwise you will know how delicious these white noodles are..."

Delicious!

After raising the noodles in anger, Fang Tong came to the stone table and saw a stewed big carp on the table...

"Tao Master..."

Fang Tong was stunned. There was nothing here just now... Could this Taoist priest have used magic?

Of course, Zhang Daoran doesn't know how to use the magic now, but the chaotic space can be used to store things. Just now, the stewed carp was placed in the space and played with Fang Tong once.

"Eat it, there are other delicacies here, I don't have them here, I'm poor."

With a sigh, Zhang Daoran began to eat fish in big mouthfuls.

Fang Tong had no time to argue with Zhang Daoran, so he picked up the chopsticks and snatched them...

......

"Master, what kind of guest is it? If you don't come during the day, you will come until night?" Fang Tong's originally bored question suddenly changed his face. There was a vast lake around here. Although the people from the construction team did not leave, they were at the foot of the three hundred meters of mountain, and the distance was very far. Fang Tong suddenly had his hair all over his body blew up: "It's not a ghost, right..."

If it weren't for a ghost, why would it come to the night?

It's already early morning...
Chapter completed!