It is not a simple matter for Taoism to accept disciples, especially when collecting true disciples, you need to burn incense and bathe, kowtow to worship the ancestors, worship tea and tribute to the masters... Among them, burning incense and bathing alone takes three days, let alone other things, the process can be said to be extremely complicated.

Fortunately, it is the Republic of China now. After all, the times are different, and the conditions do not allow it, so many complicated procedures can be saved.

The next day, Jiang Chen took a simple bath and then, under the tribute of Taoist Simu, Wencai, Qiu Sheng, and worshiped the ancestors and worshiped tea and apprenticeship.

Even though the etiquette has been much streamlined, the entire process has been completed in this way and it is almost dusk before it is almost over.

"A Chen, since you have joined the disciple of my Maoshan Sect, today I will tell you about the inheritance rules of our Maoshan Sect on behalf of my master." After taking the tea cup from Jiang Chen's hand, Uncle Jiu took a sip, then got up and worshipped the tea cup before the position of the ancestor. He turned around and looked at Jiang Chen with his eyes:

"Our Maoshan School has a long history and is passed down from the Shangqing Lingbao School. It was originally originated in the Western Han Dynasty. It was founded by the Sanmao brothers. It was later divided into two religions, north and south. Among them, Beimaoshan was the founding place and was founded by Tao Hongjing of Nanliang. The Southern School Maoshan was actually established in Luofu Mountain. The founder was Ge Hong. It was developed and flourished in the Northern Song Dynasty. It was together with Longhu Mountain and Dingzao Mountain, and was known as the Three Mountains of Talismans."

After talking about the glorious history, Uncle Jiu immediately issued the rules of the sect, but the words were less arrogant and more serious: "All my Maoshan disciples must follow the Maoshan precepts, one is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors; the second is to be slaughtered by the same school; the third is to use Taoism indiscriminately to harm the world; you must remember that my Maoshan disciples have always taken the responsibility of subduing demons and upholding the right path!"

Jiang Chen nodded when he heard this, and agreed with the Maoshan School's sect rules. He immediately responded seriously: "I must follow the teachings of my senior brother."

Although he was a master of martial arts, it seemed a bit worse to study like this, but fortunately, Uncle Jiu was reasonable and willing to accept disciples on behalf of his master, so he was quite respectful to him. Moreover, compared with martial arts, Taoism is obviously more mysterious and magical, and for the sake of finally being able to learn Taoism, it is nothing!

"Well, it's very good!" Seeing that Jiang Chen had indeed remembered the rules of the three sects, Uncle Jiu immediately smiled and said, "Okay, now I will pass on the introductory methods of the Maoshan School!" As he spoke, he took out a yellowed book from his arms and handed it to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took it and saw that there were four large traditional characters painted on the cover: "Shangqing Taoist Art!" Fortunately, he gained the ability of others in the first two worlds, and with ten years of study, he would not be able to recognize these words.

Uncle Jiu said: "Junior brother, I know you are very skilled in martial arts, but practicing Taoism is very different from practicing martial arts. It not only requires hard work, but also depends on talent and opportunity. This book of Shangqing Taoist Technique records the mental method of breathing and cultivating magic power, which is the foundation of all my Maoshan magic. As long as you enter the path, you can practice endlessly and have no end. You can use it to practice well in a good way, and you must not be slacking off at all. When you condense your magic power, I will naturally pass on your magic."

Jiang Chen was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly responded, "See your order." After two worlds of reincarnation, he finally came into contact with Taoist techniques. Compared with ancient martial arts, this is an existence that completely transcends the cognition of mortals. Although there are only mental techniques and no magic techniques at the moment, he felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that the reason why Uncle Jiu did this was for his own good. After all, he was just starting out and before he cultivated magic power, even if there were no magic techniques in front of him, he could not use them.

Immediately, under the guidance of Uncle Jiu, Jiang Chen re-ceremonially greeted Taoist Simu, Wencai, Qiusheng, and Wencai and Qiusheng. It would be fine. After all, he was just junior nephews. However, as an elder of the master, Taoist Simu was not afraid to give a gift to meet for the first time. However, his Taoist skills were not high. Although he was doing a business of driving corpses, his income was not high. He could not come up with any suitable gifts for a while.

"By the way, why did I forget that thing!" Seeing Jiang Chen looking at him, Taoist Simin flashed in his mind, and he immediately felt happy. Then, he also took out a book book from his arms. It was different from what Uncle Jiu took out, but what he took out was an ancient book woven in black silk.

"Good junior brother, I'm the first time I met. I'll give you this as a gift." Taoist Simu handed the black book to Jiang Chen with a little distress: "I tell you, this is a good thing!"

"Is that true?" Jiang Chen smiled and took it over, but saw that there seemed to be a few blood-colored ancient seal scripts casting with blood on the books: "The Netherworld Soul Refining Art!" There seemed to be a terrible ferocity between the lines. Seeing Jiang Chen, who was killing like this, couldn't help but frown at it.

Uncle Jiu even spoke directly: "Why did you give this thing to your junior brother?"

"Oh, the left and right are just a magic trick, and it's not a great thing." The four-eyed Taoist priest said indifferently: "Besides, although this thing is mysterious, it is actually just that. As long as you don't use it indiscriminately, it's fine."

"You're very light. My junior brother just started to become a disciple, so you gave him such evil magic tricks. What if something happened? You said you are so old, why are you still so confused? If you hadn't practiced randomly, you wouldn't have been ruined for most of your Taoist skills......" Although Uncle Jiu scolded Taoist Simu hard, he did not take back the Netherworld Soul Refining Technique, but only solemnly told Jiang Chen: "Junior brother, since this is the gift you have given to you by Senior Brother Simu, please take it away. However, remember that you must never practice this Netherworld Soul Refining Technique until your magic power is successful!"

"Yes." Jiang Chen responded, and then asked curiously: "Senior Brother, is there any problem with this Netherworld Soul Refining Art?"

"The problem is of course no problem, and this is a very powerful magic trick." Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "This Netherworld Soul Refining Art was created by a talented ancestor Maoshan hundreds of years ago. It was a matter of protracted long-lasting practice for ordinary people, but the senior created this Netherworld Soul Refining Art can melt monsters and monsters, turn it into his own magic power, and accumulate magic power at a speed of more than ten times that of ordinary people. At that time, the ancestor relied on this Netherworld Soul Refining Art in just a hundred years and ascended. Do you think there is something wrong with this martial art?"

"No problem, of course no problem!" Jiang Chen's face was full of joy, "Then, as long as I practice this Netherworld Soul Refining Art, wouldn't I be able to ascend to the sky?"

"You will ascend, but it is very likely that you will ascend to the Western Paradise." Uncle Jiu said angrily: "It is difficult to practice Taoism, and many people want to improve quickly. Since the ancestor left this magic method before the ascension, many junior disciples of the Maoshan Sect couldn't stand it and practice this magic method. However, it is difficult for junior disciples to have the ability of that ancestor. Anyone who practices will die halfway. However, even if they know that they will die for a lifetime, who can withstand the temptation of the rapid advance of magic power?"

Speaking of this, he glanced at Taoist Simu next to him. Taoist Simu did not wait for him to speak, and then said quickly: "By the way, senior brother, I still have something to do, so let's go first!"

Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this, subconsciously turned the topic and tried to stay: "Why are you so anxious to leave? It's better to stay here for two more days, it's not too late!"

"No, I can't live in this place, and my guests can't live even more." Taoist Simu refused Uncle Jiu's kindness to keep it, and immediately picked up the guy and drove the team of zombies he brought to leave.

Helplessly, Uncle Jiu had to take Wencai, Qiu Sheng and his new junior brother Jiang Chen to send him out of the gate of the charity village and watch him disappear from the end of his sight in the dusk.

"Oh!" It was not until this time that Uncle Jiu sighed softly and said, "I guess you have all guessed that, because Junior Brother Simu was unable to hold back his mind, he practiced the so-called Netherworld Soul Refining Art. As a result, the gods did not practice it, but they had mostly lost their magic power. Therefore, Junior Brother, you must remember the lesson and not do anything arbitrary."

"This..." Jiang Chen didn't understand when he heard this. Although this Netherworld Soul Refining Art is powerful, the problem is really not small. If a practitioner is not careful, he will be half-dead. He swallowed his saliva quickly and replied: "Senior Brother, don't worry, I will never do anything randomly."
Chapter completed!