Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 197: Inherited from the same lineage

"An, An Daxia, I persisted."

Jingtian was lifted up by Maomao, and he looked up at An Yan who was approaching with a happy face, expecting something.

"Well, it's not bad. It looks like me before."

Since he is going to be a master, he naturally has to have some master's airs. An Yan pinched his throat and said calmly.

According to Uncle Jiu, a new disciple must temper his temperament first to avoid being distracted.

"Really? I just said that I have amazing bones and am a unique martial arts prodigy!" Jingtian couldn't help but giggle after hearing this.

An Yan looked away from Jingtian who was smiling brightly. Young people today are too impetuous, which is not good.

So, he pinched out a little bit of his little finger and said, "Like me, but not much, just a little bit."

"what!"

An Yan raised his brows when he heard this. Seeing this, Jingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he was waiting for the final result with some anxiety.

Ding Bo looked shocked and said, "Maoshan sect? I didn't expect An Daxia to be from this sect!"

With a smile on his face, Jingtian immediately trotted up behind An Yan and started massaging his back, acting like a smart guy.

"Stop it, get up and soothe your calf muscles, otherwise you won't be able to walk tomorrow." An Yan put some magic power on Jingtian's thigh to help him soothe his muscles.

An Yan was very satisfied with Jingtian's sharp eyesight, and compared to the two tricks of the talented Qiu Sheng who tricked their masters, Jingtian was much more reliable.

"Still called An Daxia?"

An Yan was really confused. Could it be the deeds he left behind during his last time travel?

"Master An, what about accepting me as your disciple?"

Seeing this, Maomao asked curiously: "Boss, are you so comfortable?"

"master!"

"Thank you, master!" Jingtian nodded excitedly at first, and then asked doubtfully: "Master, what kind of sect is Maoshan? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Suddenly, Jingtian let out a comfortable moan.

"Tomorrow is a good day. When the time comes, I will open the forum and invite the ancestor to do my best. If the ancestor approves, you will be regarded as a descendant of my Maoshan lineage."

However, Ding Bo's words on the side made him a little confused.

"Just look at my expression." Jingtian said happily, feeling that his feet finally belonged to him again.

Since he has already agreed, he will naturally not break his promise.

Jingtian's smile froze and turned into a bitter look. Knowing that you are so powerful, can't you make me happy?

"you have heard?"

It would be strange if you have heard of it!

Then Ding Bo said: "I have read in ancient books that it is said that in the Fengdu Ghost City area, there are Taoist priests who claim to be descendants of Maoshan to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits."

An Yan complained slightly, after all, there was no Maoshan sect in this world.

"It is said that the ghosts over there are frightened when they hear the word Maoshan."

"I didn't expect that Daxia An would be the descendant of Maoshan."

As he spoke, Ding Bo showed an expression of admiration on his face.

Hearing that it was in the Fengdu area, An Yan thought of that small village and mentioned that he got his peach blossom swordsmanship from there.

"Oh, that's it. No wonder, it turns out that my master also comes from a well-known and decent family." Jingtian also felt proud.

An Yan shook his head. He didn't expect that such a casual move that day would lead to something like this.

The next day.

In Yong'an.

The incense burner in front of the temporary altar was filled with green smoke, and a sacred card with a letter to Lord Sanmao was placed in the center. There were rootless water, willow branches, yellow talismans and other items placed on the altar. An Yan stood on one side of the altar, while Jingtian was kneeling on the futon.

On both sides, in addition to Ding Bo Maomao and He Biping, there is also Tang Xuejian, the eldest lady of the Tang family, who represents Tangjiabao.

That day, An Yan's strength was obvious to all. Luo Rulie, whose martial prowess was not inferior to that of Tang Kun, was slapped to death like a mosquito.

These masters, not to mention those who were benevolent to Tangjiabao, had to arrange for people to come over to offer congratulatory gifts when he accepted his disciple.

This made Zhao Wenchang beside him extremely envious. At the same time, he also had a feeling of imminent disaster. Thinking of how he treated Jingtian before, but now that the other party was so lucky, he was afraid that he would not let him go easily.

When he thought of this, Zhao Wenchang felt regretful in his heart.

An Yan looked at Jingtian who was kneeling on the ground, and there was a touch of emotion in his eyes. It was his master Jiu Shu who was standing in this position, and now it is him.

Sometimes, fate is really amazing.

After withdrawing his divergent thoughts a little, he showed a solemn expression, and then he burned incense and reported to the Maoshan Patriarch.

This Patriarch refers to Zhenjun Sanmao. With his status as Jingtian, it is estimated that only the Patriarch can suppress the situation.

So, An Yan immediately took out three sticks of incense, which ignited spontaneously without fire. He bowed respectfully, inserted the three sticks of incense, and said loudly.

"The apprenticeship ceremony officially begins!"

Jingtian and the bystanders all looked shocked. This was the first time they had seen such a majestic and solemn scene, and they couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts.

An Yan stood in front of the altar and sang solemnly: "One worship to the Taoists and three virtues!"

Jingtian didn't know who Taoist Sanqing was, but that didn't stop him from kneeling down respectfully, and he immediately did so.

"Second worship to the Supreme Lord!"

An Yan didn't know if Laojun could accept it, but with Laojun's magical power and vast supernatural powers in the ether, there was no problem in thinking.

This is also the first time for him to accept a disciple, so he just needs to follow the procedures of Uncle Nine in the past.

Sedum bowed respectfully again.

"Three times pay homage to the founder of Maoshan, True Lord Sanmao!"

The three bows to Sedum are completed.

Then An Yan picked up the yellow talisman and lit it, raising it high and lowering it, meaning that it would reach heaven to listen and send it down to the deep spring in the underworld, so that Maoshan Patriarch knew that Jingtian was one of his own and that he should take more care of him in the future.

Of course, this step can actually be omitted in this world. After all, there are no people from Maoshan in the ghost world, and there are even less people in the sky.

But the rules were the rules, and he just followed them.

With the magical power of Patriarch Sanmao before, he would be able to receive the yellow talisman he burned.

The fact is just as An Yan thought, in a vast world, the Golden Crow and the Jade Rabbit rotate, the heaven is located in the center, and the underworld is located in the Jiuyou.

San Mao Zhenjun, who was about to attend the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother, all received letters from An Yan in the lower realm.

After reading it, San Mao Zhenjun laughed heartily, "This boy An is really our Maoshan's blessed general. Even the destined people from this world have become our Maoshan disciples."

"If you look carefully, our Maoshan sect's luck has increased by an inch since this boy started."

Damao Jun nodded with a smile and said, "This boy has made great achievements. I will discuss his merits and reward him after he attends the Queen Mother's birthday banquet."

Naturally, the three of them answered whether it was allowed to accept Sedum as a disciple.

An Yan was so happy that he picked up the mugwort beside the altar, dipped it in the pure water of the altar, and swept it towards the sedum.

The water droplets mixed with the fragrance of mugwort fall on Sedum's head, face and body, which means to wash away the mundane world and enter my Xuanmen.

"Jingtian, from today on, you are my disciple of Maoshan. When you join our Maoshan sect, you must know that good and evil are not mutually exclusive. You must practice righteousness and defeat evil, and take it as your duty to subjugate and eliminate demons."

"Disciple Jingtian, please keep this in mind!"

After everything was done, An Yan passed on the Taoist breathing method to Jingtian to lay the foundation.

(End of this chapter)