After dinner, Uncle Jiu started to make preparations. He did not deceive Jiang Chi. To be precise, he was just a person who repaid his kindness.
In the face of the Pre-Qin Kung Fu, he successfully resisted and made up his mind to befriend Jiang Chi.
Soon, Uncle Jiu explained, "It has never happened to accept a disciple on behalf of a master, but precisely because of this, we can make it simpler.
I will hang my master's portrait in the main hall later, and you only need to kowtow nine times and invite him to have a cup of tea."
He has the final say in acting as a master and accepting disciples.
Jiang Chi didn't talk much about anything else, he just said calmly: "Then I'll trouble Uncle Jiu."
Uncle Jiu nodded, and then said: "Call me senior brother from now on. This will make you closer."
He said with a smile, and then personally prepared the things needed for Jiang Chi to become a master. It was definitely necessary to pay homage to his deceased master, and some incense paper was also a necessity.
"good."
Jiang Duo nodded in agreement, maybe it would be more sensible to call him senior brother.
After Uncle Jiu finished preparing, Wencai, who had put away the dishes and chopsticks, ran over with curiosity on his face and asked: "Master, what are you doing?"
It looked like some kind of ceremony was being performed, but Uncle Jiu didn't tell him that he was going to accept a disciple as a master, so he didn't know.
Hearing this, Uncle Jiu's face turned serious and he said angrily: "Stay here for a while, there's nothing wrong with you."
It really has nothing to do with him.
"oh."
Being yelled at by Uncle Jiu for no apparent reason, Wencai felt depressed and couldn't help but mutter: "Master, why does he dislike me less and less? I always feel like he dislikes me."
Wen Cai couldn't figure out what went wrong. He still remembered that his master liked him very much when he was a child, but he didn't know when he started to dislike him.
Such a sense of loss made him feel lost, but seeing his master getting busy again, he had to shut up and stand aside obediently and watch.
At this time, Jiang Chi comforted him: "Wencai, don't be afraid. Your master is just ignoring you because he has something to do. Just wait until he is done with his work."
While talking, he patted Wencai on the shoulder and comforted him.
Wencai breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he still asked with some confusion and curiosity: "Then do you know what my master is doing here?"
What kind of ceremony are you preparing to look so solemn?
Jiang Duan nodded, and this time he said calmly: "I'm just preparing for the apprenticeship ceremony, don't worry about anything."
"ah?"
Wen Cai was stunned, scratched his head, and pulled a few hairs, and then said with a surprised look on his face: "Jiang Chi, are you going to join Maoshan and become my master's apprentice?
But in this case, wouldn’t you be my junior brother?”
I didn't expect that I would become a senior brother again, and my real seniority is getting better and better.
Thinking of Jiang Chi's new arrival, he put his arms around Jiang Chi's shoulders and said with a smile: "From now on in this town, senior brother, I will protect you.
If anyone bullies you, I can help you deal with it except Master.
You can even report my name as a literary talent on the street."
A kind of heroic spirit soared into the sky, like a big brother with righteousness, omnipotent and capable of handling anything.
From now on, Jiang Chi only needs to walk sideways in Renjiawan.
But Jiang Chi knew that Wencai could not even deal with Renfa, the master of Renjiazhen. The guy who didn't even know the English name of coffee was obviously bragging in front of him.
Even Uncle Jiu didn't dare to speak like this, but he dared to do so and acted like a heavenly king.
However, Jiang Chi didn't expose him, he just smiled and explained: "Well, that literary talent, it's actually true that I want to join Maoshan.
But it’s not what you think, because I don’t want to become your master’s disciple.”
When Wencai heard this, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't help but ask: "Then...are you planning to join the disciples of any uncle?"
But he looked around and found no trace of his uncles and uncles, so he became more and more confused.
His master was very good, so he planned to persuade him, "Jiang Chi, listen to me, my master is a famous Taoist priest of the Maoshan sect.
If you want to become a disciple, don't look for someone else. Wouldn't it be like losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds?"
Wen Cai was very puzzled, but Jiang Chi should also be aware of this.
Jiang Que smiled faintly and suddenly said, "You'll know in a moment."
Still very mysterious.
Wen Cai was stunned for a moment and felt an inexplicable feeling. He even thought to himself: "You are trying to become my disciple, right?"
Just when he was about to ask something more, Uncle Jiu was already ready and couldn't help but said: "Jiang Chi, please kneel down and kowtow nine times, and then offer this cup of tea to Master."
While speaking, he also pointed to the portrait hanging in the main hall, an image of a kind old Taoist. The painting was very neat and powerful, making the figure above appear lifelike and exceptionally different.
"yes."
Jiang Duan nodded and said that he understood that this apprenticeship was just a process and he would not lose anything. Maybe in the future, many Maoshan Taoisms would need to rely on Uncle Jiu.
There's no harm in getting closer.
During the Southern Song Dynasty, he also collected Taoist exercises, but most of the useful ones were just martial arts secrets mixed with Taoist ideas.
But now those magic secrets in Maoshan are really something that can be practiced and are of high value.
For example, the Lightning Racing Fist of the contemporary Maoshan Senior Brother Shi Jian is very powerful. If it is integrated into the ninth-level Taoist skills, he might be able to learn the art of controlling thunder.
Looking at it this way, the advantages naturally outweigh the disadvantages. The only thing we need to worry about may be that Uncle Jiu doesn't know all the secrets of Maoshan.
After all, the whole Maoshan is huge.
"Disciple Jiang Que pays homage to Master and invites Master to drink tea."
After he poured the tea around the bottom of the portrait, the ceremony was completed - when toasting a dead person or offering tea, you need to pour it, not leave it.
This is an ancient rule passed down from generation to generation.
"Junior brother, please get up. The ceremony has been completed. I believe that Master's spirit in heaven should have received your thoughts. From now on, you can learn Taoism with me. I, Lin Jiu, will definitely teach you everything I have."
As he said that, he stepped forward and helped Jiang Que up. This was regarded as the success of accepting a disciple as a master.
I just prayed silently in my heart, hoping that if my master really has a spirit in heaven, he would not blame himself.
Jiang Chi smiled slightly and shouted quickly, "Senior brother, I will all depend on you from now on."
"Um."
Uncle Jiu did not refuse, but in a blink of an eye he raised his brows and thought of something, so he said: "By the way, among the people who are descended from our master's lineage, besides me, you have a senior brother named Simu.
When he comes to Yizhuang to rest in a few days, I will introduce you to each other.
In the afternoon, I asked Wen Cai to prepare some more fish and meat, so as to help my junior brother, I also asked him to call Qiu Sheng back to get acquainted with each other.
Junior brother, what do you think?"
Uncle Jiu had a total of two apprentices, but only Qiu Sheng often did not come to Yizhuang. Both Uncle Jiu and Wen Cai were accustomed to this.
Jiang Que nodded with satisfaction, then said with a smile: "Everything depends on my senior brother."
As for the literary talent next to him, he was already dumbfounded.
He couldn't help but murmured: "Do I have an extra uncle?"