When I finished sprinkling water and returned to the altar, I saw that Mr. Yang's face was gradually turning pale. Could it be that what the old man said was not to be a fool? The long sword in the yellow cloth strip not only hurt Mr. Yang, but also caused him to lose ten years of life?

Although all these disasters have been solved, the evil spirit in my body has not been eliminated. If Mr. Yang is really injured, then what should I do?

Mr. Yang suddenly appeared in front of me and smiled and said, "Qinqi, what are you thinking? Are you worried about the evil spirit in your body?"

I didn't deny it, and nodded immediately. Perhaps the only purpose of coming to the world alone is to live, so no one wants to die. I have been through it for so many years, so I naturally cherish this bad life very much. If possible, the only thing I think in my heart is to find my parents who gave birth to me, or know who I am, where I came from, where my home was, and even... I really want to have a name of my own, a name with a surname and a name, rather than a 7th day of the lunar calendar that people call me casually...

"Mr. Yang." I lowered my head in front of Mr. Yang and said with a little frustrated: "How long can I live?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang actually laughed: "On the seventh day of the lunar month, how long can you live depends on how long God gave you. I am not the judge in charge of the Book of Life and Death, how could I know? But I know, at least you can't die now."

I suddenly raised my head and asked excitedly: "Mr. Yang! I really... don't have to die? Can you save me?"

Mr. Yang laughed casually and said, "Of course, but... I want to save you, so I have to use Maoshan Taoist Art. Maoshan ancestor said that my Taoist art cannot be passed on from outside, and future generations cannot naturally violate it. Therefore, if you want to use my Maoshan Taoist art, you must join me and become a Maoshan disciple. In this way, I can pass on your secret technique to save yourself. However, if you use other methods, you don't have to get a master to get started. It's just that I'm worried that you won't have much time, alas..."

My eyes lit up, and I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at Mr. Yang again, and saw him looking at me very sincerely. My heart was warm. From childhood to adulthood, I lived in the disgust and rejection of others. Sometimes I would run to wild hills more than ten miles away to pick fruits, sometimes dig grass roots to eat, sometimes... I was hungry for days. I am sixteen years old, but I have eaten all kinds of sufferings and I have suffered all kinds of sins. Is this what the old people often say that the bitterness is so sweet?

Mr. Yang is so capable. If he follows him in the future, he wouldn’t be hungry all day long. Maybe there is still a place to live, maybe... there is still a decent piece of clothing to wear. As I thought about it, my tears flowed out unconsciously. Mr. Yang looked at me with a little surprised. Maybe he didn’t understand how I felt now, because he was too excited and happy.

I knelt in front of Mr. Yang with a "punch!" and said, "Mr. Yang, I am willing to take you as my teacher, so you can accept me as your apprentice!"

Mr. Yang, who was still surprised, couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said, "I thought you were worried that the evil spirit in your body would not be cured, haha! Since you are willing to join me, it means that we are indeed a master and disciple. You are born with a strange fate and your unlucky fortune depends on your body. Anyone who approaches you will be extremely unlucky. Perhaps this is also the reason why you are destined to Tao. I, Yang Yuanshan, don't have a talent, so I accepted you as a formal entry-level disciple in the seventh day of the lunar month!"

I quickly kowtowed excitedly and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

Mr. Yang pulled me up at the right time and said with a wry smile: "Even if I accept you now, there is no such way of apprenticeship like you. Well, time is tight, so those red tape can be avoided. I believe the ancestor will understand. Originally, my sect wanted to carve a soul-sending talisman plaque for you. Only holding the soul-sending talisman plaque can you be considered a formal disciple of Maoshan Sect, but... well, you can temporarily include you as a registered disciple for your master, and then make a soul-sending talisman for you in the future."

I immediately wondered: "Master, what is the Soul-Sending Talisman?"

Mr. Yang seemed very satisfied with my title of "Master", and immediately smiled happily: "The Soul-Sending Talisman is equivalent to a person's identity symbol. For example, now every family has a household registration certificate. Our Maoshan Sect's Soul-Sending Talisman is not only revealed to the world, but also the ancestors above the Nine Heavens also have the mark of you as a disciple. In the future, the way to do it is to be a god and go down to the Jiuyou Underworld. People also know what you are doing. Haha, as for the other wonderful uses of the Soul-Sending Talisman, I won't talk about it for the time being. You will understand it in the future. Okay, now you can use this altar to burn incense and bow to the Maoshan Grandpa first."

As Mr. Yang ordered, I lit the three pillars of fragrance, bowed three times to the altar, and then kowtowed nine times. At this point, I stood up and shouted happily: "Master!"

Mr. Yang, who is my current master, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you will be the 45th generation registered disciple of my Maoshan Tantra in the future. When the master makes a soul-sending talisman for you in the future, you will be the disciple of my subordinates who will pass it on to the room!"

Just at this moment, before I could answer, Mr. Wu hurried over, then rubbed his hands and walked to his master and said, "Mr. Yang, you have even accepted the unlucky ghost in the seventh day of the lunar month. Then what I told you before..."

The master smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "My fellow Taoist's cultivation is not much worse than mine. We should be aligned with the same generation. If you have any experience in Taoism in the future, you can try to discuss it with me."

As far as I talked about this, Mr. Wu Da didn't know what to say. I don't understand that Mr. Wu Da won't have to worry about eating and drinking here. I came to my master to cure my illness, and secondly, I have a support in the future so that I won't starve to death. So what is Mr. Wu's plan? I can't figure it out...

Uncle Zhou Er built a spirit shed and came to me and smiled, "The child in the seventh day of the lunar month has been in a miserable life. He has been lonely and helpless for more than ten years. Now that Mr. Yang is taking care of him, I feel at ease. In the seventh day of the lunar month, it is inevitable that he will learn skills from Mr. Yang in the future. Remember to do more good deeds and benefit the people. I hope you will always remember this matter."

Uncle Zhou Er's family has taken care of me for many years. In this village, I am not a relative but better than a relative. Although I don't quite understand what Uncle Zhou Er said, I still focus on the key points and agree.

The master walked forward and clasped his fists to Mr. Wu and Uncle Zhou Er and said, "After this matter, I want to help the Qiqi Chu to remove the evil spirit in the body as soon as possible, so it's time for us to leave."

"What?" Uncle Zhou Er said in surprise and reluctance: "Mr. Yang, you can't leave in the middle of the night. You have helped our Zhou family so much, and we haven't repay you well yet. Although the village is not rich, I'm also asking me to show my concern. Stay here for a few days before leaving?"

The master shook his head and smiled, "You Zhou family shouldn't have such a bad luck. This is because of my Tantric Buddhism and the Exoteric Buddhism... Besides, I am used to traveling around, so you should take care of yourself!"

After saying that, the master did not mean to stay any longer. He turned his head and looked at me and signaled me to follow me. In this way, I followed my master on the road. After walking a few steps, Uncle Zhou Er's voice suddenly sounded again: "Seventh day of the lunar month! Wait for a moment!"

The master did not stop anymore and walked straight up the mountain road. I stopped and turned around. Uncle Zhou Er quickly walked to me and reached out to stuff a small cloth bag in my hand. I touched it in confusion, and immediately opened my mouth in surprise and said, "This is... a big silver dollar?!"

Uncle Zhou Er smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Second has no possessions. This is to express his gratitude to your master, and the other... On the seventh day of the lunar month, I don't know if we can meet again in the future. Uncle Second has no ability to help you again. Remember to live well..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhou Er's eyes were already rosy, but my tears had already rolled down my cheeks. I hurriedly returned the silver dollar to Uncle Zhou Er and said, "Uncle Second, I have a master now. Besides, your family is not rich, I can't ask for this money, you can take it back."

Uncle Zhou Er suddenly glared at his eyes. To be honest, I was still afraid of getting three points when Uncle Zhou Er got angry, but immediately he put the small cloth bag into my hand with a kind look and told me: "Hold it well, listen to Master more in the future, and leave."

My tears poured out of my eyes again without any competingness, and I nodded silently, then turned my head to chase after my master-

For some reason, I was still walking on the mountain road belonging to Shibali Village. This feeling was so wonderful and comfortable, as if there was no such good place in the world, and there was no such good to me as he was...

I quickly caught up with the master and wiped away the tears. At this time, the master's steps seemed very heavy, completely different from what I looked like when I saw him last night. It seemed that every step of his step was very difficult, and... his face turned pale. Did that sword really hurt the master? I hurriedly ran in front and asked anxiously: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The master waved his hand slowly and said, "I was injured by the Bu Xie Sword on my back. Now I need to find a quiet place to rest for a while as soon as possible. Well, I think of someone now. We can go to his place, and you need him to do a lot of help!"

"Great favor? Master, who is he?" I don't understand who wants to help me. Is there anything else that my master can't help?

When the master saw me ask, he sighed inexplicably and said, "When I mention this person, alas... he was your master, my senior brother back then, but now... he is an abandoned disciple of Maoshan!"
Chapter completed!