"The Three Pure Dao Lord is above, the ancestor of Sanmao Zhenjun, the ancestor of Maoshan, the disciple of Maoshan, Su Zhenyun, the 67th generation leader of Maoshan, passed on the Taoism of Qianyuan Temple in the Qing Dynasty. He has been in the teachings for fifty years, but he has not seen any inch of his career. His ancestors have never had a rich family business. He has been in charge of the teachings for twenty years. He has been worried and sighed. He has never forgotten his teachings. However, the changes of the world are impermanent and the calamity of the Taoist Sect are in trouble. Now there is a prosperous era and the disciples are withered. Today's disciple Jin Jingye accepted Wen Yang as his disciple. I hope that the ancestor will give his disciples the blessing of unparalleled worldly. With the Guangdao Sect, he hopes that the future generations will have endless connections and Taoist Sect, and the disciples will be strong. After saying that, he was really crying. Fu'an cried. He just stood in the afternoon sun, as if he was a Taoist who was in the ordinary world. At this moment, he seemed to be an ordinary old man.

Wen Yang wanted to say something, grandfather waved his hand to stop him, calmed his spirits, stood up again, held a peach wood sword in his hand, picked up a few pieces of talisman paper on the table, chanting a spell, the talisman paper flying in the sky seemed to be traction with wires, floated into the air, and suddenly rekindled. Grandfather turned around and faced Wen Yang, "kneeled down in front of the incense table."

Wen Yang knelt down as he said, and grandfather jumped to him, pointing his peach wood sword in his hand at Wen Yang. At some point, there were a few rays of cinnabar runes on the sword. In the sun, it seemed like blood was painted in the same way. [bsp;    "Wen Yang, if you want to enter my Maoshan, you need to show your method to show your ancestors. Since you have practiced the Nine Dragons, you should refine water to overcome the disaster. Now you have to take the water skills and refine water yourself." Grandpa pointed to the bowl next to him. "If you succeed, the god level will appear. If you fail, the spiritual technique on the wooden sword will transform your internal strength. Be an ordinary person in the future."

Wen Yang did not dare to stand up, so he reached out to take the bowl, closed his eyes and called the mind method, held the bowl with his left hand, and pointed the sword with his right hand, and quickly drew 36 immortal-welcoming talismans in the water. When the last "brush" was drawn, the water bowl suddenly shone brightly and rushed straight into the sky. At this time, four silver stars flashed at the four corners, even though they were divided into four beams and shot towards the silver stars. The moment the golden light and silver stars converged, the nine dragons fighting for the sky appeared in the bowl. In an instant, it disappeared into Wen Yang's body.

This is the magic technique in the secret book of the Jiulong Maoshan. It is like the chants of Christianity. It has no practical use, but it is a magic that is genuine. Perhaps its only purpose is to purify the undead.

A smile appeared on my serious face, and it was fleeting. "The immortal method has emerged, in accordance with the rules of our sect. Wen Yang, I will accept you as my disciple on behalf of your teacher Jin Jingye. If you enter our sect, you must respect the Maoshan precepts. If you violate it, you will break your legs and drive them out of the wall. If you are serious, you will be punished by Maoshan disciples. No matter if you escape to the ends of the world, the Maoshan disciples will be lost, and you will definitely take your life." My grandfather paused and began to read "Those who enter our sect need to be respectful."

: First, do not mess with the rules and practice the way for heaven. Second, respect the teachers and respect the way, do not mess with the lunar calendar. Third, abide by the rules and do not disturb the world. Fourth, cultivate the mind and do good deeds, express kindness and wisdom, and develop a great compassion. Fifth, do not leak the secrets of heaven, and do not confuse everyone. Sixth, follow the teachings and treat other teachings well. Sixth, save the sufferings and save the loyal and the good. Seventh, persist in practicing and do not slack off. Eighth, do not hurt innocent people. Ninth, do not disturb the dead, do not move the tomb."

Every time he recited one, Wen Yang would kowtow to the one in front of him to show his sincerity. The last one of his grandfather directly cut off Wen Yang's so-called dream of touching gold and fighting. Wen Yang's face had a wonderful expression, but he had no chance to be depressed. At this time, his grandfather picked up the jade, talisman compass and other things on the table and handed it to Wen Yang. "Although the Taoist Sect withered, the majesty is still there, I will give you the magic weapon to achieve the full power. The Taoist Sect's alchemy and the roots of the Taoist Sect, you must not be slackened."

Wen Yang took it with both hands, hid it solemnly in front of his chest, and kowtowed nine times to the tablet.

"These are the last things that can be taken advantage of. In the future, Guangdao Sect will be your business. I am old and have never done anything big in my life. I have not inherited my medical skills. When I was in the literary world, I caused a lot of trouble to my family. Fortunately, the Taoist Sect is not cut off in my hands, and there is a successor. Otherwise, I would have been killed in front of the ancestor tablet." Grandpa sighed deeply.

"As soon as the first red is born, I will give you the name of the Dharma. In your generation, you should have the word "in the middle" and the name of the Dharma Wen Zhongyang." When the ceremony was finally over, Wen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could relax, Wen Yang knew that he was wrong.

"Take off your top."

Wen Yang took off his shirt obediently as he spoke, and his upper body was bare. Grandpa took a huge brush with a red tip. It was cinnabar without asking. Grandpa stroked his pen and drew several layers of runes on Wen Yang's body. Wen Yang felt that his body was just like he had just come out of the beach. At this moment, Wen Yang looked ahead and did not dare to look down at the strange appearance of the runes painted on him. He imagined that he was painted as a "big snake" in King of Fighters 97, and he was afraid that he would really laugh.

Grandpa finished drawing quickly. After finishing the writing, Grandpa held a peach wood sword in his right hand, pinched the magic tricks with his left hand, stepped on the seven-star steps, and circled around Wen Yang at a strange rhythm. At first, Wen Yang was still paying attention to his grandfather's actions, but soon, he closed his eyes. The reason was very simple, and he was dizzy.

As grandpa surrounded him faster and longer, Wen Yang only felt that the cinnabar mark on his body was seeping into the flesh and blood. At first, there was only a little bit of pain. Later, the pain deepened a little bit. Even Wen Yang almost couldn't stand at all, and a dull aura gathered in his chest, as if the pressure on his limbs was concentrated on his chest. Wen Yang tried to mobilize his true energy, but the true energy seemed to disappear, and the stuffy chest and the pain in his whole body became more and more intense. But he was still trying to support him, because he knew that grandpa would not harm him. Even if everyone in the world would harm him, grandpa would not

Wen Yang was thinking about this, but his grandfather suddenly shouted, "Please be blessed by the ancestor of the Three Qingshu. The Grand Lord is hurrying to see the situation, but he felt that one palm was carrying a thousand pounds of force on his chest. With a "puff", Wen Yang, who flew out with the palm force, vomited a large mouthful of blood. It was strange that when he vomited out the blood, the stuffyness in Wen Yang's chest and the biting pain in his body disappeared magically, but instead he had a sense of rebirth. When he looked down at the runes on his body, he also disappeared magically. With a puzzled look, Wen Yang looked at his grandfather,

"This is called sealing. The master seals the natal talisman of this sect in your body. I wish you a complete transformation and deepen the yang-sharp energy on your body. If I were a boy, I would have saved a lot of trouble. I just borrowed a little power from your master, which is equivalent to the effect of sealing, which is much stronger than usual at that time." Grandpa said slowly. "By the way, you have always said to the master, aren't you my master?"

"I think so beautifully. We are twice as different. If you really accept you as an apprentice, what do you think of your mother in the future? This is no longer a mess. I used to accept an apprentice, named Jin Jingye, and I am also from Tianjin. In the late 1980s, when you were just born, something happened to their family and went to another place. I don't know if they came back. How is it now? Today I accepted you as an apprentice on his behalf. Today I borrowed his power to seal you. I guess he will feel that there may be days for the master and apprentice to meet at that time." Grandpa looked into the distance and said a pun indifferently. Wen Yang was also very interested in his master whom he had never met.

(It's something tonight. I got some wine after get off work and finished writing the magazine's manuscript. Since there was no manuscript saved, it was already four o'clock after the update. I'm not complaining. Please give me more popularity. Editor ggjj, please review it quickly)
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