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The mountain road is difficult to walk, and there are many birds and owl beasts roaring in the forest. Under the moonlight, the dark trees are mottled, like a monster that only chooses people to eat. From time to time, one or two strange sounds are heard, which makes people laugh. My scalp is numb to the soles of my feet.

There shouldn't be any monsters on this mountain.

But there's no telling. Since that being said he wanted to test himself, he might get some demons and ghosts to block the way here. If that's the case, he'd have to be more careful.

Chen Muyu walked cautiously, and with the strength of his feet, he reached the top of the mountain. It was only Haishi, and there was still an hour before Zishi.

The mountain wind howled, and it was cold and cold.

The journey up this journey was relatively smooth. Apart from suddenly feeling anxious halfway and running into the woods to squat for a while, there were almost no accidents.

The test the old man gave him didn't seem to exist at all.

Of course, the old man said that one can climb up the mountain with sincerity. Chen Muyu's heart should be sincere enough, so he could climb up so easily.

The top of the mountain was very open. In the open space behind a forest, Chen Muyu saw the temple.

The temple is small and built of wood. The roof and the surrounding courtyard are covered with thick leaves. One wall has collapsed and looks dilapidated.

It was obvious that no one had taken care of it for a long time.

There were dead branches and leaves everywhere. It was almost difficult for Chen Muyu to get close, let alone go into the temple to add incense. He even doubted whether the temple would suddenly collapse.

It was late at night, and he came here to become a disciple. Of course, he had to show his skills in order to become a disciple. Maybe the old man was looking at him now.

Seeing that it was still early, Chen Muyu simply tidied up the ruined temple, arranging all the branches and leaves inside and outside the house.

I found a few thicker tree trunks to prop up the crumbling wall, and I was able to enter the house.

In the temple, there are two clay statues, one sitting on the left and one on the right.

It was covered with cobwebs and dust everywhere. Chen Muyu bowed and went up to clean it.

The statue was broken, cracked and fallen in many places, and it was no longer possible to tell who was being worshiped.

System scan, no information available.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chen Muyu followed the old man's instructions and took out the prepared incense candles, melons and fruits, and placed them in front of the two statues.

Although he didn't know the identity of these two statues, the old man said they were great gods and asked him not to neglect them. Chen Muyu naturally had to be polite.

They lit the incense candles, arranged the tribute fruits, bowed, and said some words of blessing from the great gods.

Turn around, the time is almost midnight.

Chen Muyu quickly straightened his clothes and knelt down facing the east.

Fortunately, the east wall collapsed, so Chen Muyu went out to find another place.

As soon as the hour came, Chen Muyu calmed down and worshiped sincerely.

A bow!

Two prayers!

…

It was agreed that if he bowed eight times, the old man would appear, and Chen Muyu was full of expectations.

Why is it Zishi instead of Choushi? Why is it bowing eight times instead of nine times? Chen Muyu has also wondered about these questions, but it is just confusion.

He didn't think that the old man would lie to him. The memory in his mind showed that the ancestor Chen Qingzhi respected the old man as much as his father. Moreover, what could he lie to himself?

Does such a being need to lie to himself in such roundabout ways?

Even if he was cheated, so what? At most, he would only lose a few heads. How could there be any loss?

The old man's identity is most likely that of Emperor Gouchen. Being able to worship such a being as his teacher would be worth it even if he kowtows his head to pieces, let alone kowtows a few times.

With this background, let alone collecting the rags from the Peach Banquet, it would be impossible even to directly attend the Peach Peach Banquet. How long would it save you to struggle?

"Six prayers..."

"Seven obeisances..."

"Eight prayers..."

boom!

After bowing for the eighth time, thunder exploded in the sky.

Chen Muyu was startled and subconsciously got up and ran outside.

The temple collapsed suddenly, and the two statues were instantly shattered by thunder.

Chen Muyu himself was disgraced and confused.

"What the hell? What's going on?"

I looked up at the sky and saw thunderclouds rolling in!

Chen Muyu's expression changed drastically, and he felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart. It felt like there were countless machine cannons pointing at him in the sky, ready to be fired at any time.

Heavenly catastrophe? Or, divine punishment?

He had seen such a battle once, and it was still fresh in his memory when he was in the Yao family's holy realm.

No, I just kowtow and engage in such a big battle?

"Ha ha……"

Just when Chen Muyu was inexplicably frightened, a loud laugh came, and an old man came through the air.

If it wasn't the old man who called himself Chen Gou, then who could it be?

The old man waved his sleeves, and the thunderclouds receded instantly, and the sky was clear and clear.

That feeling was like a mountain that was weighing down Chen Muyu's body had been lifted off.

Chen Muyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Stop kneeling, get up, get up!"

The old man came over and helped Chen Muyu up with both hands.

"Master!"

Chen Muyu stood up quickly, with lingering fear in his heart, "Just now, what happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a small thing, it's a small thing!"

The old man smiled happily and patted Chen Muyu on the shoulder, "Good disciple, you are much better than your ancestor. Since you are so sincere, I will make an exception today and accept you as my disciple!"

"Disciple Chen Muyu, pay your respects to Master!"

When Chen Muyu heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly knelt down again.

The old man bowed to Chen Muyu calmly, and then his expression became serious, "When you join my sect, you must abide by my sect rules. There are not many rules in my sect, only three. You must not go around telling others that you are my disciple. Secondly, you are not allowed to use the reputation of your master to be evil, and thirdly, you are not allowed to eat loofah and fat intestines..."

"Well……"

Chen Muyu's face trembled, and he raised his head to look at the old man, "Master, I understand the first two, but this last one, you are not allowed to eat loofah and fat intestines..."

"If my teacher doesn't like it, you are not allowed to like it either!" the old man said directly.

Chen Muyu laughed dryly, this sect rule was too hasty and too childish.

He even suspected that the old man had come up with it on the spur of the moment.

"You must remember these three sect rules. No matter which one you break, our fate as master and disciple will be over!" The old man said seriously.

Chen Muyu nodded repeatedly. He didn't like loofah, but he liked fat intestines. However, if he could worship a great master, it would be fine if he didn't eat it!

"Master, I have already become a disciple, but I still don't know your identity?" Chen Muyu stood up and asked tentatively.

"Didn't you already guess it?" The old man looked at Chen Muyu thoughtfully.

Chen Muyu's heart was in his throat.

The old man laughed and said, "Okay, that's it. I've finished explaining what needs to be explained. I still have to rush to extinguish the anger of those two!"

"Master!"

Chen Muyu reacted and quickly stopped, "Master, are you just leaving like this?"