Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 878 The Third Disciple

When Taoist Xue performed a magic trick and walked out of the palace, the people from the underworld had already arrived. When they saw the pair of ghost messengers, they observed their costumes and walking movements with some curiosity.

It turned out that this messenger from the underworld was indeed very similar to the portrait in the temple. It turned out that the emperor was like this after his death, and was also taken away by the underworld messenger.

Naturally, that team of ghosts also felt Taoist Xue's gaze and realized that this Taoist could actually see them.

However, the two sides just glanced at each other as they passed by, and left without any greeting. One side moved away from the palace, while the other side moved closer to the shouting and crying over there, which was more fake than real.

The palace and the entire court were in chaos because of the emperor's death.

However, there was one thing that made Taoist Xue feel relieved. Although there were certainly open and covert struggles, at least the court, in the midst of the chaos, still announced the emperor's death while declaring to the world that the Four Dragon Kings were a cult.

And they put the blame for the emperor's death on the instigation of the evil cult of the Four Dragon Kings.

As long as there is this imperial notice, the already shaky Four Dragon Kings Sect will lose its legitimacy and will soon collapse.

Even though some stubborn problems still exist, local government will take action, and the various martial arts circles will also have reasons to take action. Even from the perspective of practitioners, it will be easier for the gods to deal with demons.

To Xue Daoren's surprise, the power struggle in the court ended much faster than he had imagined.

It was not because Taoist Xue saw it, but because the imperial court had a new notice, and this notice was only for him, Xue Yuan. That's right, the imperial court wanted to invite this imperial master to return to his position.

After the palace coup that led to the emperor's death, Taoist Xue did not leave the capital for more than a month. Instead, he bought some medicinal herbs in the capital to heal himself and recuperate.

Just when Taoist Xue felt that he had almost recovered and was about to leave the city, he saw a notice about him at the city gate. He stood there like everyone else, either reading or listening to people reading the contents.

"Who is this Master Xue?" "The higher-ups said that it was Master Xue who broke up the evil cult of the Four Dragon Kings."

"It's a pity that Master Xue was still a step too slow. Your Majesty was harmed by the evil cult."

"This is a real master, isn't he coveting the position of the national teacher?"

"What do you know? Master Xue has achieved immortality and is no longer a mortal. How could he be interested in this?"

"I see."

Taoist Xue was not noticeable in the crowd. He was not wearing any fancy Taoist robes. Although he had a Taoist bun on his head, it looked a little messy and he also looked a little sloppy.

"Hehe, ridiculous"

After muttering to himself, Taoist Xue walked straight out of the city gate without any soldiers stopping him.

There was no image of Taoist Xue on the notice, so who could recognize his real face?
Taoist Xue, who was not a state teacher, simply refused to admit it, so it was naturally nonsense. However, he knew that only after the power struggle had been decided, the crown prince who had not yet ascended the throne would have the energy to do such a thing.

As we left the capital, the pedestrians on the official road gradually distanced themselves from each other, and the busy roads gradually became sparsely populated.

"Have some tea, if you are passing by, please stop and have some tea."

There was a tea stall on the side of the road. There were waiters shouting outside the stall. There were five tables in the stall and people were sitting at two of them.

It had been less than two hours since Taoist Xue left the city. With his strength, he did not feel tired at all, so he just glanced at the tea stall and continued forward, with no intention of staying to rest.

However, the waiter in the tea stall over there was very persistent. When he saw Taoist Xue walking over, he ran to the back and shouted.

"Sir, this Taoist priest~~~Although the shop is small, the tea is fragrant~~~"

Taoist Xue paused and looked towards the tea stall over there with a little surprise. In his current state, how could this young man call him "Taoist Master"?
Looking over there carefully, he found that the waiter in the tea stall had a pure and clear aura and did not have any bad luck at all. He felt that he was an exceptionally smart person, which was very rare!

Maybe it was fate. After thinking about it, Taoist Xue turned around and went back to the tea stall.

He found an empty table and sat down. When the waiter came to wipe the table, Taoist Xue asked curiously.

"Little brother, how do you know that I am a Taoist?"

The so-called Taoist bun is not actually a Taoist bun. It is actually very common. Old farmers and even Confucian scholars will comb their hair like this.

"Oh, this one, isn't it obvious at a glance? We are just a small shop, we don't have so many famous teas to choose from, Taoist priest, do you mind?"

"Don't mind, whatever you have!"

As soon as Xue Daoren finished speaking, he smelled a particularly fresh tea fragrance. Just by smelling it, he felt as if he was in a quiet environment in the mountains and forests, with the breeze blowing and the grass swaying.
The waiter brought a teapot and placed it on the table. He opened a teacup and poured a pot of tea for Taoist Xue. The subtle fragrance became even more obvious, and Taoist Xue almost became intoxicated by it.

"Just by smelling the fragrance, I know it's good tea. Isn't this a famous tea? May I ask what kind of tea this is, little brother?"

The guy smiled and replied.

"Many years ago, my master was walking fast with others in the mountains to avoid the rain. When the rain started to get heavier, they found a tea shed under an ancient pine tree in the mountains. Inside, an old man was brewing tea. The tea was called Songwu, which was not an ordinary tea leaf, but was made from the special pine needles of the ancient pine tree!"

"So this is the pine mist?"

Taoist Xue asked this and the waiter smiled and nodded.

"Of course!"

When Taoist Xue saw the waiter leave, he opened the lid of the teapot and took a look. Sure enough, he saw a few pine needles inside. Then he picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.

The aroma of tea and the slightly bitter but sweet aftertaste of tea immediately filled his heart, causing Taoist Xue to slowly close his eyes.
"You don't want to be a good imperial master?"

A familiar voice with a hint of strangeness suddenly reached his ears. Taoist Xue was slightly startled and his hand subconsciously clenched the teacup. He put the teacup down before opening his eyes. An old man was sitting down at the table, wiping his hands with the hem of his clothes.

The person was still the same person, the voice was still the same voice, but Xue Daoren felt as if he was in another world. "Mr. Yu, this teahouse."

The old man nodded.

"This tea stall is owned by me!"

"Just waiting for me?"

"Hahahahahaha. I'm waiting for you and also doing convenience for passersby."

The two of them were talking here, and it seemed as if the other tables in the teahouse didn't hear them. They were all drinking tea or chatting silently. No one turned to look at them, and no one made any noise.

When Taoist Xue met the master whom he hadn't seen for many years, he had a lot to say, but what finally came out of his mouth was what had happened recently.

"Is this evil dragon of the Four Dragon Kings Sect created by the old gentleman?"

Mr. Yu glanced at the other tables in the teahouse, thought for a moment, and then answered.

“It’s not my fault, but it’s related.”

At this time, Shi Sheng, who was disguised as a waiter in the tea stall, also came over, sat down at the table naturally and asked a question with a smile.

"Master Xue, do you know who those four dragons are?"

How could Taoist Xue not understand that this guy was no ordinary person?

"Please, little brother, no, please, senior, give me some advice!"

Shi Sheng smiled and glanced at the other tables over there.

"That's a long story. If you don't mind, I'll tell you all about it!"

Seeing that Taoist Xue was listening attentively, Shi Sheng smiled and talked about the past.

"This story begins when I was young and playful, and it all started with a dragon with miscellaneous patterns."

Even to Taoist Xue today, Shi Sheng's story seemed like he was listening to a heavenly book, and the shock in his heart was indescribable.

The story lasted until the afternoon, and Taoist Xue understood many secrets. Even the Demon-Subduing Emperor, who now has some temples in Daegu, was revealed in this story.
By the time Shi Sheng finished speaking, Taoist Xue was finding it hard to believe. This was truly too far away from mortals and too magical and ethereal.

"It turns out that this evil cult of the Four Dragon Kings is so involved. They are really brave."

Taoist Xue sighed and someone at the table over there snorted coldly.

"He was so bold, but unfortunately he couldn't hide it, and his courage burst!"

Taoist Xue was startled and turned to look at the tables over there. Didn't they not hear anything? That's not right. After so long, these tea drinkers are still here?

The tea drinkers at the tables over there all turned their heads, and some even stood up.

Taoist Xue then realized that he had actually ignored these people. There were both men and women among them, each of them had an extraordinary demeanor and unknown fate. Some were extremely heroic, some were bright and beautiful, some had stern faces, and some had smiles on their faces. They looked at him with a bit of curiosity.

"Old Yi, is this the third apprentice you want to accept?"

As Jiang Lang said this, Yan Shouyun beside Qi Zhongbin widened his eyes and looked at his master beside him, asking in a low voice.

"Master, this will be my uncle from now on?"

Du Xiaolin said with a smile.

"Just like what you said, why don't you try to be the national teacher? It's not your first time anyway!"

"Xiaolin, stop joking."

Zhuo Qing pulled Du Xiaolin, and the latter smiled with her hands covering her mouth.

Taoist Xue just stared at these people blankly, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart.

At this moment Hui Mian appeared on Yu Weng's shoulder and said something to Taoist Xue.

"Xue boy, why don't you call me Master?"

Taoist Xue finally vented his excitement and agitation. He stood up from his seat and knelt down to kowtow to Mr. Yu who was sitting at the table.

"Disciple Xue Yuan pays homage to Master. Disciple Xue Yuan pays homage to Master. Pays homage to Master. Pays homage to Master."

Every greeting was a kowtow, until Mr. Yu reached out and supported Xue Yuan's head.

"That's it!"

Taoist Xue raised his head, Mr. Yu smiled, and Hui Mian jumped onto his shoulder and laughed.

Shi Sheng and Qi Zhongbin looked at each other. There was something strange about the master's smile. Yes, it seemed that this junior fellow didn't know about the master's change.

When they thought of this, the brothers smiled at each other, with a bit of joking in their thoughts.

(End of this chapter)