Arriving in front of the backyard cabin, there was a light-proof mirror hanging on the door that reflected sunlight. Lang Zixuan couldn't help but feel suspicious and asked Wanrou: "How many days has Master been in retreat?"
Wanrou said: "Probably more than a month."
"Have you never come out?"
"I only saw her walking in the courtyard at night, but I never saw her come out during the day. I always bring food to her on weekdays, but she basically doesn't move. She said she has reached a state of spiritual communication that transcends the world."
After hearing this, Lang Zixuan frowned and went over to knock on the door: "Master, I am..."
Before he finished speaking, an old voice came from inside: "It's Zixuan'er, come in."
Lang Zixuan pushed the door open, and Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou were waiting outside the door.
As soon as Lang Zixuan entered, her vision went dark, there were no lights inside, and the window was blocked by curtains. She vaguely saw her master, Long Meizi, sitting on the futon. She looked carefully and confirmed that the gray-haired master in front of her was indeed dead.
What is here is just a soul that is still strong and the body is not rotten. Lang Zixuan felt sad, knelt down on the ground, and said with a button: "Master, I came back late, and I was unable to bid you farewell." The old Long Meizi was slightly stunned.
He smiled and said: "Silly boy, it's not too late if you can see me. I figured you would come back today, so I didn't leave. I just wanted to wait for you to come back and tell you something."
Lang Zixuan knelt down in front of Long Meizi and listened to her master's teachings.
Long Meizi said: "I am already a hundred years old this year, and it is the end of my life, but I still have one thing on my mind. My body is old and I no longer have the ability to eliminate evil obstacles. Are there any outstanding talents in your sect?
, so I can only hand over this important responsibility to you."
Lang Zixuan respected her master as if she were a god. She didn't know what the master was talking about and didn't dare to interrupt the inquiry. Long Meizi was old and spoke slowly, so it took him a long time to tell the whole story.
It turns out that when Long Meizi traveled around the world when he was young, he once accepted a great disciple named Fusha. This man was very talented and had the true inheritance of Long Meizi. However, it was later that Long Meizi discovered that Fusha had an evil mind and had the heart of a human-like beast.
But the skills had been taught to him, and he couldn't bear to destroy him, so he gave him some advice and kicked him out.
When Long Meizi was young, although he heard that Taoist Fusha had some deeds outside that were not upright, he was not considered evil and did not take it to heart. However, in recent years, it is said that Taoist Fusha not only made exceptions for himself and used Maoshan Taoism to go crazy.
She wanted to collect money, and the disciples she recruited were all of low moral character and committed evil deeds, which greatly damaged the reputation of the Maoshan sect. She had the intention to go down and clean up the family, but at that time she was unable to do what she wanted.
Since she mistakenly accepted Fusha, she felt regretful and did not start accepting disciples until she was in her seventies. However, none of the introductory disciples were as talented as Fusha. Only Lang Zixuan, whom she accepted ten years ago, could be considered an elite.
, but compared with Fu Sha's decades of Taoism, it can't be compared. Originally, I had given up the idea of cleaning up the family in this life, but when my life was approaching, the divine light suddenly opened, and I dreamed that the God-given man could help Lang Zixuan eradicate Maoshan.
He was a traitor, so he cast a spell to keep his body and waited for his beloved disciple Lang Zixuan to come back.
Lang Zixuan couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this and asked: "Master, who is the God-given man you mentioned and where is he?"
Long Meizi said: "If I calculated correctly, I should have come with you, right outside the door!"
Lang Zixuan almost burst into laughter. If she didn't respect her master so much, she would have burst into laughter. She forced herself to hold back her laughter and asked: "Master, you are not talking about my uncle's godson, Lang Shuoyang, are you?"
Long Meizi said slowly: "I have figured out the origin of this person. He was born with a hard life and was destined to have strong Yang fire. He is a very strong and Yang person. According to the hexagram book, he is the reincarnation of the Vajra evil god. He should be
An extremely talented person who practices Taoism!"
Lang Zixuan said: "He only learned some superficial skills of Maoshan from me. He has no brute strength. When it comes to Taoism, he is even inferior to me as a disciple. How can he be the opponent of Senior Brother Fusha?"
Long Meizi shook the dust in his hand lightly, recited "Infinite Heavenly Lord" and then said: "Everything has its own destiny. Since gods and men can remind you in dreams, this boy must be outstanding. When I subdued the evil spirit, I also
I was reminded in my dream that if I dreamed of a white tiger leaping into a stream and jumping from behind me, it was a sign of great misfortune. However, I was deceived by Fu Sha’s clever words and accepted this traitor without thinking about it. I regret it to this day.
I heard what the man of God said in his dream. Now that my life has expired, I have been reminded by the man of God that I must comply with God's will. Since you have accepted him as a disciple, I want to pass on to him the position of head of the Emei branch of Maoshan Taoism.
What do you think?"
When Lang Zixuan heard this, he was shocked. This position of head teacher, let alone Lang Shuoyang, even though it was passed on to him by his master, he felt that he deserved it. There were many senior sisters in the Taoist temple who were more qualified than him. He did not expect that his master would pass the position to him.
A disciple whom I have never met.
Long Meizi asked Lang Zixuan to summon Lang Shuoyang to come in. Lang Zixuan was in front of the master and could not shout. He bowed and exited. As soon as he went out, he saw Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou chatting with each other with smiles on their faces. Young people get to know each other quickly.
, after a while, Wanrou promised Lang Shuoyang that she would not need to call her aunt in the future, so as not to look old, so she could just call her by her nickname.
Lang Zixuan was not in the mood to chat with them, so she called Lang Shuoyang in to see Long Meizi.
In Lang Shuoyang's eyes, the dark cabin was like daylight. Looking at Long Meizi's old age, he couldn't help but wonder. He thought that Lang Zixuan was so young and his master was not much older, at most fifty years old. But at this time, this old Taoist nun should be...
He is over a hundred years old, and there is a faint trace of yin about him.
Lang Zixuan poked him: "See Master soon."
Lang Shuoyang bowed and saluted, and called out: "Hello, grandma, ancestor!"
Long Meizi's eyes were half-opened, but when he saw Lang Shuoyang approaching, he opened his eyes wide and watched. Seeing that Lang Shuoyang was handsome, strong, and had lightning-like ears and eyes, he was really heroic. He nodded and said: "Good boy, indeed
You are no different from the Vajra Evil God I met in my dream. From today on, you are the leader of my Emei branch of Maoshan Taoism. Kneel down and kowtow as a gift of succession."
Lang Shuoyang was confused by what she said. He looked back at his master Lang Zixuan, not knowing what to do.
Lang Zixuan always obeyed her master's advice, so she said to Lang Shuoyang: "Listen to your master and kneel down."
Lang Shuoyang knelt in front of Long Meizi. Long Meizi took off a ring from his hand and put it on Lang Shuoyang's hand. Lang Shuoyang only felt that the master's hands were cold, which was definitely not what a living person should have. Besides, from her perspective
What he saw between his brows was probably a person who had been dead for a long time.
He looked back at Lang Zixuan again, thinking that he could see it, and the master would never fail to see it. However, seeing the compliment on Lang Zixuan's face, he did not dare to say anything.