Chapter 188: The Disciple of the Taoist Priest Is the Master

Song Shuhang still completed the exam in the morning with ease.

Taking advantage of his free time, he opened the Jiuzhou No. 1 group and took a look.

In the chat history of the group, there is a selfie posted by Lychee Fairy. It is so beautiful that there is nothing to say. She seemed to have just moved to a new cave today, so she took a lot of selfies in succession, and each one was pleasing to the eye.

Below are the likes given to her by the online seniors in the group.

However, without the two main naval forces, Beihe Sanlang and Kuangdao Sanlang, Jiuzhou No. 1 Group has generally been much quieter these days.

As soon as Song Shuhang came online, True Lord Huangshan noticed him.

True Lord Huangshan asked quickly: "Little friend Shuhang, how is Venerable White doing recently?"

"Well, everything is fine." Song Shuhang replied, and at the same time, he immediately remembered yesterday's hard desert experience: "But after Senior Bai was promoted to the seventh-level spiritual master, he gained a 'real illusion' skill. This skill It’s so awesome, it’s so awesome!”

True Lord Huangshan made a 'sweating' expression.

Recently, he felt particularly sad when communicating with Song Shuhang. It always felt like Song Shuhang was living in dire straits every day.

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At this time, the senior pharmacist, who was thousands of miles away, calmly closed his phone.

As soon as Song Shuhang came online, he wanted to speak and ask about safety, and said that he might go back in the next few days. But he writes slowly...

When he was only halfway through writing, Song Shuhang in the group happened to say that Senior Bai had comprehended the 'real illusion' skill, and the pharmacist immediately deleted the half-written message.

Then he continued diving silently, pretending that he didn't see Song Shuhang.

After the pharmacist closed the phone, he called out: "Is Zi Yan here?"

"Always here." Jiang Ziyan's voice came from downstairs, faintly.

She was looking at the computer screen in a daze - on the screen was the pharmacist carefully closing his cell phone. Well, Jiang Ziyan installed a camera in the pharmacist's room, a very advanced one. She also performed various magical treatments on it, and the camera was not discovered by the pharmacist for the time being.

With a disciple like her,

Pharmacists are also very hard, in every sense of the word.

"A guest is coming soon. He is an old friend of mine. Go and buy some food, and then get the good 'Xianyi Brewing' we have on the altar." The pharmacist said.

"Xianyi Brewing?" Jiang Ziyan nodded slightly. This is a precious medicinal wine. The pharmacist usually doesn't want to drink too much. This time he actually used it to entertain his friends. It seems that the other person's status in the pharmacist's heart is not low.

"Is it a man or a woman?" Jiang Ziyan asked, this is the key point!

"Male!" the pharmacist replied calmly - he had long been used to it and answered neatly.

"Okay, I'll get it done soon." Jiang Ziyan closed the computer and replied.

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Soon, the pharmacist's friend came over.

He was a Taoist with an immortal air and a childish face. He held the dust in one hand and was dressed in Taoist attire. His current status is that he is a registered Taoist priest in China, so he wears Taoist uniforms openly and openly when he goes out.

After the Taoist entered the door, he laughed loudly: "Pharmacist, the old Taoist is here."

The pharmacist came up to him and gave the Taoist a warm hug.

The two of them sat down at the table, and Jiang Ziyan obediently stepped forward to serve them wine. In front of outsiders, she always gave the pharmacist enough face and played her role as a 'well-behaved and obedient' disciple.

"Xianyi Niang, Wuyinzi is your favorite." The pharmacist raised his glass and clinked it gently with Taoist Priest Wuyinzi.

"Haha, the old Taoist can only taste this Xianyi brew with you." Wuyinzi sighed.

After three rounds of drinking, Wuyinzi was slightly tipsy: "Medicine Master, you are still young, but the old master is really old."

The pharmacist's hand froze slightly and he sighed softly.

Wuyinzi was of the same generation as the pharmacist, but in terms of cultivation talent, he was even better than the pharmacist. It was just that in the past year, Wuyinzi suffered a fatal injury, which damaged his Tao roots and greatly damaged his lifespan.

And his strength has stayed at the fourth level, and has not made any progress for hundreds of years. If Wuyinzi can't find a way to advance, he may be close to the end of his life.

"You don't have to sigh for the old Taoist. Over the years, the old Taoist has long been used to it." Wuyinzi laughed, then he nodded slightly towards Jiang Ziyan, who was serving wine, and changed the subject: "It's still your disciple Zi Yan. Miss Yan is so well-behaved."

Jiang Ziyan smiled proudly.

The pharmacist chuckled and agreed.

"The disciple that the old Taoist just accepted makes the old Taoist so angry that he wants to chop him with a palm!" When he talked about his disciple, the old Taoist looked constipated.

"Wuyinzi, when did you accept your disciple?" the pharmacist asked doubtfully.

"About ten years ago, I met a successor who is very suitable to inherit my legacy." Wuyinzi recalled: "You also know my situation. I have been looking for a successor who can inherit my legacy for a long time. It’s just that I haven’t been able to find a suitable disciple candidate. Seeing that I was running out of time, I finally met one, so I accepted him as my disciple regardless of the situation.”

No matter what? The pharmacist asked in confusion: "What's so weird about this disciple of yours?"

"Yes... that's a Westerner. But since he became my disciple, he has settled in China." Wuyinzi sighed with a look on his face.

"It's a bit uncomfortable. After all, no one of us has accepted a disciple from the West. However, your situation is special and everyone can understand it." The pharmacist nodded.

However, even if he were a Western disciple, he wouldn't make Wuyinzi so angry, would he?

"I first accepted that fool as my disciple, and then I was going to teach him the skills and let him build the foundation. Do you know what he said?" Wuyinzi drank a gulp of the wine in his glass and said, "The fool said: Huaxia Didn’t martial arts come from Shaolin? He said he wanted to practice Shaolin Kung Fu! Golden bell mask, iron cloth shirt! And the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!"

The pharmacist's face twitched.

"I was so angry that I gave that fool a good beating. I'm a Taoist priest!" Wuyinzi gritted his teeth.

"But do you know? After I smoked that idiot, he went to the barber shop that night, shaved himself, and came back to me triumphantly - think about it, a Taoist priest in my sect The sect, but a great Western monk sneaked into the sect. If I hadn’t still had some respect in the sect, this fool would have been kicked out by the people in the sect!”

"In order to pass on my mantle, I endured it. I took him to practice hard, and finally allowed him to complete the foundation building. Then, I held a formal apprenticeship ceremony for him and accepted him as my direct disciple. You know that fool again Did you put forward any conditions - that idiot actually asked me to perm his ring scar! Doesn't it mean that you have to perm your scar when you officially become a monk?"

"Ring scar, have you ever seen someone from a Taoist sect burn the ring scar?"

"In the end, this idiot pestered me for a whole year! I was so depressed that I could only give him four perms."

When he said this, Wuyinzi looked like he didn't want to live: "But, this guy said: Don't all the monks in the movie have six ring scars? I must fix two more for him."

"I was so angry that I slapped him again on the spot."

"Then...the next day, that idiot went back and patched up two ring scars on his own! I whipped him hard again!"

"Forget it... Finally, he has cultivated to the realm of three orifices. I really couldn't bear his troubles, so I went through the apprenticeship ceremony for him and let him go down the mountain. Originally, our sect required a third-level cultivation before he could go down the mountain, but Palm My junior brother was also tortured by this guy, so he couldn't see out of sight, so he and I went through the ceremony for him to become a monk. On the day of his apprenticeship, I got him a Taoist robe, magical weapon, and a magical sword."

"But that idiot... put a layer of cassock on the outside of the Taoist robe that day! Then he quietly went to the master disciple and replaced the flying sword with a tattered 'Vajra'. I was so angry! I was so cruel Give him a good beating."

"A few years later, I went to see him again. This fool actually learned a lot of Buddhist scriptures. I don't know where I got a set of "Ksitigarbha Soul Crossing Sutra". He saved a lot of dead souls and accumulated a lot of money. The light of merit."

"If you didn't look at his skills, everyone would think that he is a Buddhist disciple! Now I have no shame in taking him back to my sect!" As he said this, Wuyinzi filled a glass for himself again.

Is this disciple practicing both Taoism and Buddhism, practicing Taoism internally and Buddhism externally?

When the pharmacist heard the last part, his mouth twitched.

Is there such a coincidence in this world? He thought of what Song Shuhang once told him, about the foreign monk who shouldered the crime of murder on the high-speed train and was then gloriously arrested...

Could that foreign monk be the disciple of my old friend?

Thinking of this, the pharmacist asked secretly: "Wuyinzi, where is your stupid disciple?"

"Not long ago, he went to jail to play with eggs." Wuyinzi gritted his teeth and said: "Not long ago, for some reason, he got himself into jail. When I heard the news, I immediately used my connections to get him out. . But I didn’t expect that idiot was still addicted to prison and refused to come out. He said he would come out after completing the Dragon Platform and being promoted to the second level. I was so angry! This time after he came out, the old man insisted on catching him. He, you can’t beat him for ten days and ten nights!”

The pharmacist raised his head and pretended to sigh - no, if he didn't raise his head, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud in front of his friends. That would be too rude.

Needless to say, this old friend’s disciple is the foreign monk Song Shuhang mentioned.

What a coincidence~

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Time flies, and another day of exams is over.

Song Shuhang went home and opened the door carefully.

He didn't go in immediately, but leaned in and took a look inside. After seeing that it was a normal backyard scene, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he carefully stepped halfway in, holding the door tightly with one hand.

After once again confirming that everything was safe, he entered the home with confidence.

"Little friend Shuhang, you are back." Venerable White was in the small courtyard, seemingly waiting for Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang froze, then smiled and said, "Senior, aren't you practicing today?"

"The practice has been completed." Venerable Bai smiled and said: "Shuhang, what techniques have you learned? I have been troublesome for you these past few days. Let me guide you in your practice today!"

Shuhang was overjoyed when he heard this!