"Ah? But now the mountain no longer accepts disciples, only servants like paths."

The Taoist boy was a little confused. Now that Huangting Mountain is in decline, it is no longer as grand as before. Not only are there anyone who comes to apprenticeship, there is no way to raise so many disciples on the mountain.

You should know that the disciples are very good at practicing martial arts, food, clothing, and monthly payments.

He was also picked up by the Taoist priest, and now he has been working as a choreographer.

"Is it a servile servant..."

The boy looked at Luo Feng on the long climbing steps, and smiled and said, "The servitude is also good."

The Taoist boy carefully examined the boy. The other party was dressed in rags, but his appearance was fair and in good spirits. He thought to himself that he could not survive in recent years because of the famine at the foot of the mountain?

He brought the boy to the Deacon Hall and reported to the uncle on duty.

"Medal? Let the old Taoist think about it carefully. It seems that there is only the cemetery left and no one is cleaning. Why not let him go there."

A Taoist, who was nearly fifty years old, touched his beard and thought, made a decision, then looked at the boy and asked, "By the way, what are your name?"

The boy's eyes were clear and he smiled silly, "Zhang Xuansheng."

"Well, it's a good name, it sounds like I'm destined to be with me."

The old Taoist waved his hand and asked the little Taoist boy to take Zhang Xuansheng away.

"Junior brother, I just called that. Although we are all servile servants, you are later than us. There is a cemetery in front of you. There is a wooden house next to the mountain, which is your residence."

The little Taoist boy took the road and stopped when he arrived at a distance from the cemetery. He just pointed. He didn't want to go there. He heard that there was a ghost at night.

"Thanks."

The boy nodded.

"By the way, there are two meals a day, Chen and Wu, on the west side of the side hall, which is the place for our chores to eat. Don't miss it, otherwise there will be no food to eat."

Before leaving, the boy did not forget to remind him.

"What do you call me, brother?"

The boy asked, making the little Taoist smile happily. This was the first time he heard someone call him Senior Brother.

"Master Gui Yi is named Li Guiyi, junior brother, just call me Guiyi and become better."

He replied with a smile.

"Is it a good name? Then I'll clean up my residence first."

"Well, there are very few people who come to see the cemetery. Just don't let too many fallen leaves and weeds. It's just a bit creepy at night. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Li Guiyi left. He had not finished his morning work yet, and I don’t know how many new things he had added after leaving.

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The boy walked in the cemetery and followed his memory to a grave. He leaned over and wiped away the dust from the inscription with his sleeve, placed the wood carving in front of the grave, and kowtowed solemnly, "Master, I'm back to see you."

After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "I'm going home."

Then he got up and found the wooden house, took out the broom from it, and started to sweep the cemetery. It was still a choreographer, but he enjoyed it very much. It was the peace he longed for the most in his life.

It's been several years...

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At night, on the bed of the mailroom, the mailroom boys in Huangting Mountain were discussing interesting things without sleeping.

"I'll tell you, I heard that there is a demon hiding in the cemetery in the back mountain."

"Demon? Who did you say it?"

"It's Zhang Xuansheng who went up the mountain a few years ago. It seems that he was the one who brought him next door to Li Guiyi."

"What's wrong with him? Why do you say he's a demon?"

"I heard that after he went up the mountain, he never came to us for dinner. If you don't believe me, please ask anyone else, who has seen him?"

"Why are we considered a demon if we don't come?"

"You are stupid, you are a human being and don't want to eat!"

"Maybe they've eaten somewhere else?"

"The senior brothers in the door will let him have a meal together, not to mention that there is only one road leading to the mountain in the cemetery. I heard that the people who are responsible for cleaning around there have never seen him come out."

"That might be that someone caught wild game on the mountain to eat it. Wang Teng, you're afraid that you have read too many strange stories. Go to bed quickly. There are all kinds of demons in your dreams."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Suddenly, the house was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The young man named Wang Teng suddenly became anxious and sat up and said, "Don't laugh, just know that you have this kind of virtue. I specially plucked up the courage to go there during the day. What do you think?"

Wang Teng's words aroused everyone's interest, and he stopped laughing and listened attentively.

"That Zhang Xuansheng...he...is actually the same way he used to be. You know, it's been ten years!"

Wang Teng said, and couldn't help but shivered, as if he was afraid that a demon would come out in the dark and eat him.

Everyone else was also shocked, "Take this serious?"

"Wang swears with his personality, and there is no false statement."

Wang Teng said firmly.

Suddenly everyone became quiet. If what Wang Teng said was true, then this matter was indeed evil.

Huangting Mountain was once called the first Taoist sect of Wu Kingdom, but they knew very well what those senior brothers recited scriptures? Where are there immortals and Buddhas in this world? It’s just that those who practice martial arts should keep their health better.

The oldest old sect, who lived for more than 140 years, was honored as an immortal master by the Emperor of the Martial Kingdom at that time.

Where can I truly live and die in this world? What is said in the Taoist scriptures are all lies.

But these words were only dared to think in their hearts. If someone heard them, they would probably have their mouths torn apart by their disciples.

"Let's sleep, it must be Wang Teng's hysteria. Besides, you have never met Zhang Xuansheng back then. Maybe he is just tender."

Someone said that, and then everyone agreed and covered them with quilts. After a while, they snored loudly, leaving only Wang Teng depressed.

The next day, for some reason, the news spread, and many disciples on Huangting Mountain heard about it.

Some curious people also ran to the back mountain cemetery to see what was going on, but they only saw a young man who cleaned properly. He was very simple, with a humble and polite speech, and a little silly smile.

Is this a demon?

In other words, those errands like to talk nonsense, and it is not normal for some people to have tender faces.

This matter passed, until that day, after the mountain gate sacrificial ceremony, Lin Guanghanyan, the contemporary Huangting Mountain head, was evoked memories of the past and wanted to go to the cemetery to worship his old friends.

He walked alone and walked the path that had been around for many years. Compared to the last time, he was much cleaner. It seemed that there was a new mailbox below.

He strolled in the cemetery, trying to help his master sweep the tomb, but found that there was no trace of dust on it. He felt that the new servant was serious and responsible, and he also felt a little emotional that he was really an unfilial disciple.

Not only did he visit the master's tombs for many years, but even the once glorious Huang Tingshan gradually declined in his hands.

"If you want to burn incense, I can go to the house to get it."

A young man's voice sounded, and Lin Guanghan suddenly turned around. He was a top master in the country of Wu, but he was touched by someone and didn't know it.

Or is it that he just recalled the past, was immersed in guilt, and forgot his sense of the surrounding environment for a moment?

But no matter what, he shouldn't be so careless. Fortunately, this place is in the mountain gate and it is all his own people.

When he turned around and saw that face, he was even more confused for a moment, and even thought he was in a dream.

"Little junior brother?"

Lin Guanghan looked shocked and looked incredible. Then he shook his head with a self-deprecating voice, thinking that people always like to think about things when they are old, but they just look a little like them.

"It's okay, it's the old man who admitted his mistake."

He spoke to comfort the boy who might have been scared by himself.

"Senior Brother Liu, I didn't expect you to be the head teacher now."
Chapter completed!