Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 335 The Grandmaster Wants to Take Me to See the World

By the time An Yan had finished digesting the soul of the Emperor of Heaven, a day had passed in the Heavenly Realm.

The Heavenly Palace was still in a dilapidated state, and the immortals and gods did not dare to disturb Mao Ying. They just hoped that the two plague gods could leave quickly.

Perhaps the whispers of the immortals and gods took effect, and the huge vortex of spiritual energy that originally surrounded An Yan began to dissipate.

Mao Ying, who felt the change in the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, also woke up from his meditation.

"Yeah! Comfortable!"

As soon as Mao Ying opened his eyes, he saw An Yan sitting up and stretching, looking very satisfied as if he had eaten and drunk his fill. He frowned.

"Are you my disciple now or the fake Heavenly Emperor?"

An Yan was slightly stunned, and turned around to see the ancestor with a serious face. A cunning flashed in his eyes, and he laughed, "I am the Emperor of Heaven!"

"You little brat, you are getting more and more daring now. You even dare to play with the Grandmaster?"

As soon as he saw this unremarkable look and the undisguised cunning face, Mao Ying knew that the fake emperor had fallen into An Yan's hands. Seeing that this kid even dared to make fun of the ancestor, his face darkened and he immediately raised his hand and slapped An Yan on the head.

The Grandmaster had obviously used a lot of force in this blow. Even An Yan, who was able to withstand the halberd with his head, couldn't help but feel the pain and was about to cry.

"hiss!"

"Grandmaster, you really hit me! It hurts!"

An Yan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, saying aggrievedly.

"Humph, I'm teaching you to respect your teachers. You have no respect for your elders and you dare to make fun of our ancestors."

Mao Ying would not be fooled by this boy. Besides, based on his training speed, it wouldn't take long for him to surpass her.

If we don't seize the time to educate them now, we won't know who will educate whom in the future.

Besides, the force he used was only enough to cause pain for a moment, and it probably didn't hurt anymore by now.

Upon seeing this, An Yan scratched his head and stood up, looking as if he was in real pain, and then quickly apologized to the ancestor.

"Grandmaster, I was wrong. I won't give it to you again."

"You're just a liar. Don't think I don't know that you young people swear to eat lettuce and are not afraid of being struck by lightning." Mao Ying said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense to me. Tell me the truth. Are you practicing unorthodox methods?"

"Don't worry, just tell me. I'm a very open-minded person."

Are you here coaxing a three-year-old child?
An Yan muttered to himself.

He dared to guarantee that if he really did something that disgraced his master like Shi Jian, the master would probably destroy him on the spot.

Of course, his Demonic Eyes were more like a natural divine power, and could not be considered as a practice of unorthodox methods. Moreover, he was also doing this to save the people of the world.

As the saying goes, if you walk and stand upright, what is there to be afraid of?

So, An Yan told the origin of the Demon Eye clearly, and finally swore a poisonous oath.

"If I tell even the slightest lie, I will be struck by lightning!"

Seeing An Yan's confident look, Mao Ying, who understood the whole story, also sighed, "Isn't it said that only fools have good fortune? How come everything has changed?"

Mao Ying, whose expression had eased, saw the gesture of swearing with his finger raised, and couldn't help but said with a toothache: "Alright, alright. Besides, what's the point of you swearing? Even if the sky strikes you with five thunderbolts, will your thick skin and flesh still be of any use?"

"Cough cough!!"

An Yan smiled slightly awkwardly.

Mao Ying said: "Let's go back to the Maoshan Sect in this world first. I have something to tell you."

"Grandmaster, please go first."

When the gods in heaven saw that the two had finally left, they were happy but also a little confused. What good would heaven do without the Emperor?

When Yan Chixia saw An Yan, who had disappeared for a year, reappear, a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Fortunately, An Yan solved the biggest problem for Maoshan Sect before he disappeared, so nothing major happened in this year.

In view of An Yan's strength, those major sects that have connections with the heavens have expressed their willingness to serve the big brother and do his best.

After learning a little about the situation from Yan Chixia, An Yan said that if there was nothing important, there was no need to come to him, as he had important things to do.

Because the master wants to take him to see the world!
Nervous! Excited!

Overwhelmed!
"Grandmaster, is this the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet?"

Mao Ying almost choked when she picked up the teacup. She coughed twice, put down the teacup and said unhappily, "What are you thinking about all day? If it's the Queen Mother's Peach Festival, why would I call you if I'm not going there myself?"

Heartbroken, old iron!

Seeing the disappointment visible on An Yan's face, Mao Ying changed her tone and said, "But you don't have to be so discouraged. The Grand Master has called you here, so there must be something good going on."

"Have you heard of the Taoism Conference?"

"Is it similar to the chanting at the Buddhist Water and Land Assembly?" An Yan asked doubtfully.

His understanding of what a conference on Taoism was like was still based on the water and land ceremonies he had seen in Journey to the West, which were simply about chanting sutras and discussing Taoism.

"Yes and no." Mao Ying nodded, then shook her head. "The discussion of Taoism in Taoist scriptures is only part of it. The most important part is the competition."

After hearing this, An Yan already understood what the Grandmaster wanted him to do.

"Grandmaster, do you want me to attend the Dao Conference?"

"That's right. This Taoist Conference is mainly for the younger generation of Taoists who are no more than a hundred years old. It is also a competition among the major Taoist sects."

"After all, the future belongs to you young people, and we are all old."

"Grandmaster, are you sure?"

An Yan said with a confused look on his face, in the world of cultivating immortals, being young is not necessarily an asset, living long is.

If a pig can live for a thousand years, it will either become an immortal or a great monster. Moreover, considering the long lifespan of a Golden Immortal, it is not a problem for it to outlive generation after generation.

"Don't interrupt, just listen to me." Mao Ying said unhappily.

"Oh!"

An Yan immediately made a zipper-like motion to his mouth and dared not speak any more nonsense.

"In every previous discussion meeting, Longhu Mountain always won first place. This time, a monster appeared in the younger generation of Longhu Mountain. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be first again."

"So, I plan to let you fight on behalf of our Maoshan Sect and put a dent in the prestige of Longhu Mountain."

"If you can get first place in the Taoism Conference, you will have the opportunity to listen to the Taoist Master Taishang Laojun's lecture."

"This is a reward that even I covet!"

what?
Can the first one listen to Laozi’s teachings?

An Yan was startled. He scratched his ears in disbelief and asked, "Grandmaster, did I hear it right?"

Seeing An Yan's expression, Mao Ying laughed cheerfully, "This is what Taishang Laojun said himself, and it is also the reward for the first place in every Taoism Conference. How could it be wrong?"

"So, do you want to follow the Grandmaster to see the world?"

"Go! I'll go! How can I not go when there's such a good thing?"

An Yan nodded quickly. Regardless of the opponent's strength, he had to give it a try even if the hope was slim.

If I could get the attention of Taishang Laojun, wouldn't I be able to soar to the sky?
Alas, when that time comes, what should the Grandmaster call me? It is such a distressing matter!
Seeing An Yan already daydreaming, Mao Ying raised her hand and knocked on his head, immediately pulling An Yan out of his daydream.

"You haven't even run yet and you're already thinking about flying. Go back and get ready. I'll come pick you up when the time comes."

"Don't worry, Grandmaster. I will definitely prepare well."

Seeing An Yan's serious look, Mao Ying nodded, and then dispersed the clone.

Seeing the ancestor leave, An Yan also prepared to leave this world and return to the soul ferry world.

All the wool that can be fleeced in this world has been fleeced, and there is nothing left for the Maoshan Sect.

Thinking of this, he called Yan Chixia, and after passing the position of the head sect leader to him, he patted his butt and left.

Anyway, if I want to come back, it's just a thought.

(End of this chapter)