As a monk, he should welcome the beginning of every day with a full spirit. Zhang Lingsheng is an ordinary Taoist priest who has always followed this rule. He got up when it was light, took eighteen deep breaths, knocked his teeth nine times, then walked out of the room, took advantage of the refreshing air, and immediately felt that his body seemed to be a little lighter.

Zhang Lingsheng moved out a table and a stool from the room, putting pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a half-old book. He turned pages and stopped until the blank pages. He picked up the pen and wrote the words "The 37th Patriarch of the Daotong Dynasty" neatly. He put down his pen, coughed, and shouted to the room on the other side of the yard: "Come here."

A few pairs of eyes stared at him in the crack of the window for a long time. When he heard the shouts, the teenagers in Yelin Town immediately ran out of the room and gathered together. This was a group of homeless people who had not recovered from sadness and shock, and were eager to get the recognition of a new destination.

"Line in line." Zhang Lingsheng said, his voice was not very harsh.

The teenagers acted very well-behaved and were obviously eager to give adults a good impression, and Zhang Lingsheng was satisfied with this.

"Cough." Zhang Lingsheng picked up the pen with his right hand and sat upright. "First of all, congratulations to you, it has been ten days since you came to Jinghu Village. The masters and the heads on the mountain finally-" Zhang Lingsheng spoke in a long voice, "Agree to accept you as disciples of Pangshan."

The lonely boys showed a hint of relief on their faces.

"Originally, November is the time when the mountain gate is open every year. You come too early. It's only the fourth day of the seventh month, and there are still four months left. You still have to live in Jinghu Village. I--" Zhang Lingsheng once again stretched out his head, and his chest was bulging high. "Tell you some of the Taoist techniques and the rules of the mountain gate."

The teenagers also raised their chests.

"The first step is to register your name, origin and birth date in the book." Zhang Lingsheng pointed to the book on the table, "Every word written on it will be permanently preserved in Pangshan until it is time to survive. It can prove that you are Pangshan disciples."

Zhang Lingsheng picked up his pen and dipped ink, and rushed to the top young man and said, "Start with you, your name."

"Xiaoqiu."

Zhang Lingsheng frowned slightly, "What's your surname?"

"Mu." Xiaoqiu thought for a while before saying that it wasn't that he had forgotten his surname, but that he always didn't mention it.

"A wood that is full of wood? Solemn Mu? Or is it another wood?"

"It's Mu..." Xiaoqiu struggled to paddle around the air. He had only been in the school for less than a month in total. He didn't recognize a few words at that time, and now he has almost forgotten it.

Zhang Lingsheng picked up his pen for too long, and a drop of ink fell on the book. The perfect blank page was destroyed all of a sudden. Zhang Lingsheng hurriedly took a rag and dipped it, but the ink trace was still left.

Xiaoqiu and the boys looked at him with a gaze, and Zhang Lingsheng blushed suddenly. He knew what these little guys were expecting, but he couldn't do it. "As long as you enter Jinghu Village, even if you are in the Pangshan Realm, you are not allowed to cast any spells."

A gentle voice came from the end of the team, and replied for Xiaoqiu: "I envious Mu."

Erliang was afraid that others would not know, so he shouted in the middle of the team: "Fangfang is Xiaoqiu's wife."

The teenagers laughed, but Zhang Lingsheng was not very happy, thinking that the children were joking, "Quiet." He said sternly, "Mu Xiaoqiu?"

"Um."

"Local place."

"Hometown?"

"Where were you born?"

“In the woods.”

Zhang Lingsheng shook his head and wrote directly "Xijieguo Xiaoerbao Yelin Town", and then asked: "The birthday is what you were born in that year or day."

"I know this, the seventh day of the April 102nd year of Emperor Shengfugong."

"Then you are twelve years old this year." Zhang Lingsheng said, but what he wrote on the book was "The seventh day of the April 19th of the 37th Patriarch of the Daotong Dynasty" on the seventh month of the 616th year.

"Next."

Ershuan immediately squeezed up, "My surname is Chen and my name is Ershuan. I was born in the big house in the east wing of my family. That's..."

"Wait, your name is Chen Ershuan?"

"yes."

"What's this name?" Zhang Lingsheng had a bad premonition. He didn't write on the book and asked the boy behind him, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Mu, Xiaoqiu, and I am named Lengzi."

"My name is Shen Daliang."

"Chen Erliang."

The teenagers announced their names one by one. Zhang Lingsheng's brows became tighter and tighter. When he heard "Zhao Xiaogou", he could no longer help but put his pen horizontally on the table, and left a ball of ink on the book where he had not written a few words.

"Your parents give you this name?" Zhang Lingsheng was very angry, "We Pangshan is one of the nine great powers. All of the disciples we have taken are among the people. In the future, will you call yourself "Pangshan Zhao Xiaogou" and "Pangshan Mulangzi"?"

The teenagers never thought there was anything wrong with their names. At this time, when Zhang Lingsheng said it, it was indeed a bit inappropriate. Zhang Lingsheng sighed, "You always have a big name, scientific name or something?"

"I have a big name, my name is...Chen, Chen Hao, Ri Tianhao." Ershuan rushed to say.

Zhang Lingsheng picked up the pen again and said while writing: "This is a bit like a disciple of Pangshan."

"I also have a big name, but it was named by Mr. Qin, and it was Mu Feihuang." The second name was released.

Most of the children in Yelin Town were given by Mr. Qin. Under Zhang Lingsheng's pressure, the young men remembered another name of their own. Daliang was Chen Xiuming, the second Liang was Chen Xiuwei, Xiaoshun was Chen Tongyou, the puppy was Zhao Dayi, and the Zhuzi was Guan Jinwu.

Zhang Lingsheng nodded frequently, wrote quickly, and finally asked Fangfang, "What about you, what's your name?"

Fangfang's face was a little red, and everyone mentioned Mr. Qin in front of her, which made her feel more and more depressed. Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Ersun said, "I know, I saw it on my wedding book. Fangfang's name is Qin Lingshuang."

"Fangfang? Qin Lingshuang? The old saying goes, 'Fang cannot see frost'. Your name is a bit interesting, and it was also named by Mr. Qin?"

"Mr. Qin is my father." Fangfang said in a low voice, lowering her head, her voice choked, but she did not shed tears.

Zhang Lingsheng nodded solemnly. He knew what happened to Yelin Town and forgave the ignorance of these teenagers. After the record, he looked at the first one again and asked, "You are just Mu Xiaoqiu. Didn't Mr. Qin give you a scientific name?"

Xiaoqiu has been thinking for a long time, "I can't remember it anymore."

Ersun did not forget to explain, "Because Xiaoqiu and Fangfang played a marriage game, Mr. Qin did not allow him to go to school for another half step."

"Nothing." Zhang Lingsheng shook his head and prepared to finish his pen, "Then call me Mu Xiaoqiu."

"He has a scientific name." Fangfang said hurriedly, her cheeks becoming brighter, "I call it Mu Xingqiu, a flowing clouds and water."

The teenagers smiled foolishly, and Xiaoqiu's face turned red. He thought Fangfang had forgotten everything he had done before.

Zhang Lingsheng had no choice but to gently apply the word "small" and change it to "xing", then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You nine people have a special situation."

"There is another person." Xiaoqiu said.

"Where?" Zhang Lingsheng was puzzled.

"He came out with us, but was killed by the snake demon. Can you...can you write his name on it?"

The teenagers thought of the bald man and looked at Zhang Lingsheng expectantly.

"How can a dead man be a disciple of Pangshan? There is no such precedent in Pangshan." Zhang Lingsheng shook his head and refused, but seeing the disappointment of the young men was beyond words, he softened again, "This... OK, but only write the name, not remembering his hometown and birth date."

The boys met and gathered in a circle, discussed for a while, and finally Xiaoqiu spoke, "The bald man's name is Mu Songxuan, the pine tree of the pine tree, and the Xuan Fujun's Xuan."

Zhang Lingsheng did not continue writing in order, and wrote the three words "Mu Songxuan" in the blank space next to the two ink marks.

The registration work was finally completed. Zhang Lingsheng felt it was necessary to remind the new disciples, "From now on, you will be Pangshan disciples. No matter where you can go on the road to practice Taoism, the four words "Pangshan Taoism" will always follow you, so-" He made a more stern expression, "You are not allowed to call each other nicknames in the future, you can only call them Daming, and you can't do anything else, you must forget them all."

The teenagers nodded, feeling that they seemed to have returned to Mr. Qin's school.

"Can't Xiaoqiu call me?" Ershun Shen Hao had to ask if he was confused, "You just said that he could call me Mu Xiaoqiu."

Zhang Lingsheng's head began to hurt. It seemed that he was destined to be unaware of the refreshing spirit today. "Uh, okay, but you try to call him Mu Xingqiu."

The boys laughed, and everyone called "Brother Xiaoqiu" in their hearts, not "Mu Xingqiu".

"You are special." Zhang Lingsheng wanted to break free from a bunch of names and hurriedly continued, "The time for the Taoist root was produced was very short, and he knew almost nothing about practicing Taoism. Therefore, during the four months he lived at the foot of the mountain, I allow you to ask questions at will - only ask about things related to practicing Taoism."

Ershuan Shen Hao immediately raised a question that all the teenagers were concerned about, "How did the demon seed get rid of all the people in the town? Where did they get it? Are the people in the town dead or alive? Can they be found in the future?"

Zhang Lingsheng regretted it, "I have never been to Yelin Town... Besides, this matter has nothing to do with practicing Taoism, I can't answer."

Xiaoqiu also had a problem, which had been in his heart for several days. "Why did the head of the Banned Secret Department not like us? We didn't know him, and we had never offended him."

Zhang Lingsheng became more and more embarrassed, "This has nothing to do with practicing Taoism..."

"But isn't the head of the head with a high status? If he doesn't like us, we can't concentrate on practicing Taoism. It's very relevant."

Zhang Lingsheng felt that Mu Xingqiu would be a difficult little guy in the future. He thought about it and said, "Anyway, this is at the foot of the mountain, so it's okay to talk about some inside information. You know, the biggest enemy of Taoist practitioners is demons, there are external demons, the demons you have encountered before, and there are internal demons. Even if you become disciples of Pangshan, you must be wary of everything when practicing. If you are careless, you may enter the demon path."

Zhang Lingsheng pressed one hand on the table and pointed at the towering Laozu Peak with the other hand. "Pangshan Taoist Orthodox is divided into ten disciplines, among which the disciples of the Forbidden Secret Department are the most likely to be possessed by demons, and almost half of them are the proportion. Disciples who are not possessed by demons will become strange. The first in the Forbidden Secret Department has a nickname called "Left Half Crazy". He is more focused on the devil-like things than anyone else. In fact, this is a good thing. After all, you have been exposed to demons, so it is good to have some pressure."

The joy of becoming a disciple of Pangshan was greatly weakened. When the boys thought of being stared at by a half-crazy head, the young men felt a chill on their backs.

Above the Thousand-Five-Football Peak, there were indeed two pairs of eyes staring at the teenagers in Yelin Town.

Grandmaster Ning Qiwei pressed the bronze mirror on the table and said to Zuo Liuying, the head of the Forbidden Secret Department,: "Everyone agrees to give them a chance. The devil's seeds are worth exploring the roots of the Tao. They will be strictly monitored. As long as there is a little sign of being possessed by the demon, they will be left to you to deal with it."

Zuo Liuying nodded. He did not get the support of other leaders and had to compromise with the master, but he would stare at the group of teenagers in his own way, and kept proving that his initial judgment was correct.

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