Jiang Wuji patted his sister's hand and said, "Don't worry, it's okay."
Then, Jiang Wuji looked at Gouwa who was kneeling on the ground in a daze.
Before Jiang Wuji could say anything, Gong Shan strode over and kicked Gou Wa in the face.
"Who told you to stop? Kowtow to me. Before Wuji said stop, you kept kneeling here and kowtow!"
Gouwa got up in a panic, not even daring to wipe away the nosebleeds. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed again.
"Brother Jiang, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Several other people who had just clamored to drive Jiang Wuji out now huddled in the corner, not even daring to look at Jiang Wuji.
"Let's go." Jiang Wuji looked away from Gou Wa and said.
"OK!"
Gong Shan nodded and led Jiang Wuji out of the small courtyard.
But as soon as Jiang Wuji stepped forward, Gouwa stopped kowtowing.
His forehead was bloody and his eyes were stained red with blood.
"Brother Li, are you okay, Brother Li!"
Several people stepped forward to help Gouwa, but at this time, Jiang Zhiyu said with a cold face: "My brother hasn't said stop yet."
"Zhiyu, your brother has already left. If you keep knocking, someone will die!" someone said.
Jiang Zhiyu: "So what? Have you forgotten what he did to you last night? Did he ever care about our life or death?"
"this……"
Hearing this, several people who originally wanted to help Gou Wa retreated silently.
Gou Wa looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a bloody face.
Jiang Zhiyu: "Keep knocking!"
Gouwa: "Zhiyu..."
"Gou boy, go ahead, if Brother Jiang comes to settle the score with you later, I'm afraid it will be even worse." Someone said.
Gouwa swallowed his saliva and continued to kowtow.
…
The ancestral hall and the clay statues and tablets that were originally enshrined are all gone.
The villagers vacated the place for the village chief's use.
The skinny village chief sat cross-legged on a futon, closing his eyes and concentrating. The robe on his body was filthy, as if it had never been washed.
"Village chief, Wuji is here." Gong Shan bowed and said softly.
The village chief opened his eyes. His cloudy eyes were yellow and bloodshot.
He looked Jiang Wuji up and down, and then asked, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
Jiang Wuji: "I heard that the village chief wants to accept me as his founding disciple."
"Do you know why?"
"I don't know..."
The village chief nodded, and then continued to speak in his hoarse voice: "I was once a disciple of Taoist Wuwei in Tiandao Temple, named Qingxuanzi. Because I could not leave the earthly world, I returned to the secular world."
"Although I have returned to secular life now, I have not stopped pursuing the great path."
"It's just that the road to seeking the Tao is bumpy and rugged. Even if you have the treasures of heaven, earth, treasures, and panacea, you can't peek into the way of heaven and enter the gate of immortality."
"In seeking the Tao, pay more attention to opportunities."
The village chief looked at Jiang Wuji and asked: "Last night, you drew four lots in a row, all of which were black. Do you still remember?"
So that’s why?
Jiang Wuji's heart sank.
The lot drawn at that time was not under my control.
Could it be that he saw something?!
Jiang Wuji looked at the village chief and said, "I'm just lucky."
The village chief shook his head and said: "Last night, there were a total of forty-nine lots in the bamboo tube, including four black lots."
Jiang Wuji was surprised!
Forty-nine lots, a total of four black lots, were all drawn by myself!
This is somewhat outrageous...
Just when Jiang Wuji didn't know how to answer the question, the village chief continued: "Opportunities are often related to luck. Your luck is not only a blessing to the sky, but also a lucky star."
"This is one of the reasons why I want to accept you as my disciple."
"In addition, yesterday you tried to escape from the village and Gong Shan whipped you. However, your injuries were almost healed overnight. This proves that your physique is also beyond ordinary people."
"With the combination of luck and physique, what a good young man..."
Jiang Wuji swallowed.
The village chief had made his words very clear, but he never expected that this old guy had been paying attention to everything that happened yesterday.
So he really has a passion for his material?
Find someone talented to inherit his legacy?
No, what if he has other purposes?...
But if I refuse, will I not be able to leave this room?
"..."
According to the current situation, I really need to find a "backer" to ensure safety.
If I want to prove whether this is a dream or not, I have to be able to move freely first.
If you are locked in the yard all the time, you can't do anything.
The founding disciple who became the village chief might even know the truth behind sending the plague god...
After a long while, Jiang Wuji made a decision and bowed to the village chief, saying respectfully: "Disciple Jiang Wuji, pay homage to the master!"
"good good good good."
The village chief nodded repeatedly, showing two rows of yellow teeth and a kind and kind smile.
"I heard that you have suffered from hysteria since childhood. Yesterday you suffered from skin and flesh pain or hidden diseases, and today you contracted a fever."
The village chief took out a small porcelain bottle and asked Gong Shan to hand it to Jiang Wuji.
"This is a blood-coagulating pill that activates blood circulation and removes blood stasis, reduces fire and relieves heat. You can take it when you go back."
Jiang Wuji: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."
The village chief nodded, then stood up and put his hands behind his back.
"You and I will be exempted from the common rituals of becoming a disciple."
"Since you are now my first disciple, Qing Xuanzi, then my master will naturally teach you some techniques."
"It should be noted that all living things in the world need Qi to survive. When Qi gathers, life occurs, and when Qi disappears, death occurs."
"Blow your breath, spit out the old and absorb the new, just for longevity."
"Our Tiandao Temple advocates refining Qi to transform into gods, and we practice inner alchemy."
"Tonight, at midnight, you come here and I will teach you the method of breathing in and out. In time, when you have achieved a small degree of success, you will be considered to be refining Qi."
He really wants to teach me how to become an immortal?
But... why is it Zishi?
Choose a day when the Yin Qi is at its strongest and teach me to breathe in and practice Qi?
"..."
Jiang Wuji temporarily suppressed the surprise in his heart, bowed and said: "Disciple, please remember this."
"Go back." The village chief waved his sleeves.
…
After returning, Jiang Wuji moved into the inner room of the small courtyard, while the others stayed in the small courtyard.
As for Gou Wa, he had fainted when he came back. To be precise, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Jiang Wuji did not make things difficult for others, but went into the inner room to rest with his sister.
With the bed in hand, Jiang Zhiyu quickly fell asleep with Jiang Wuji's comfort.
It's late at night, the moon and stars are few and far between.
Jiang Wuji sat at the table and took out the blood-coagulating pill.
The elixir is brown, not round, and has some hard debris attached to it.
Kind of like a crushed fingernail...
Just when Jiang Wuji was still hesitating whether to eat or not, Gong Shan's voice came from outside the door.
