Chapter 262: It's up to you
"Don't be afraid, nephew."
"We really don't want to eat the fox mountain god."
"What, you said family, this is how you treat your family!"
……
Wang Mingdao swore.
A scene he encountered in the kitchen today.
It's definitely not what the brass oil lamp says.
He saw with his own eyes that the brass oil lamp, the tangerine peel, and the soul-seeking ghost were the three people lying beside the pot, drooling at the fox mountain god stewing in the pot.
That posture clearly showed that he wanted to eat the Fox Mountain God.
It's absolutely terrible.
And what's even more ridiculous is this.
After the fox mountain god woke up, he acted as if nothing had happened.
It seemed like he wasn't angry at all about being stewed.
“Hey, this is an old tradition in our temple.”
The Fox Mountain God patted Wang Mingdao on the shoulder and consoled him: "The master of the temple used to stew tangerine peel like this. This is called inheritance. If you stay with us for a long time in the future, maybe one day you will also receive inheritance."
Wang Mingdao's face suddenly turned pale.
He didn't want to accept this inheritance at all.
The Fox Mountain God is extremely mysterious.
Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, and the murderous ghost that only has a skeleton.
None of these look human-like.
If my flesh and blood body were to fall into the pot, would I still have a chance of survival?
"Fox Mountain God, please stop scaring him."
Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Wang Mingdao, I see you are in a hurry, what do you want from me?"
Only then did Wang Mingdao remember his purpose.
"My father and Uncle Yang have gone to work."
"Is there a problem with this?"
"Have."
Wang Mingdao said in a deep voice: "Because they didn't take me with them."
Chen Huangpi looked puzzled when he heard this.
Wang Mingdao is a Nascent Soul cultivator.
It doesn’t seem to matter whether he’s there or not, right?
Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi said, "Your father may not want you to get involved in this mess. Just do what you should do. If you really have nothing to do, you can follow me."
Wang Mingdao shook his head and said, "If my father didn't take up the post, I would like to stay with you and gain more experience, but you also know that my father is a useless person."
"If I wasn't by his side, who knows what kind of trouble he would get into."
Chen Huangpi was stunned for a moment and looked at the brass oil lamp and the soul-demanding ghost beside him.
"Huang Er, Ah Gui, why does this sound so familiar?"
"Because this should be your line."
"I see."
Chen Huangpi understood, and looked at Wang Mingdao as if he had seen a close friend.
"So, you want me to say something good for you and ask your father to take you with him?"
"exactly."
Wang Mingdao said in a deep voice: "My father was only a tutor, and the title of Censor was only added later. What does he know about Censors? But I am different. I am the governor of Xuzhou City, and I handle all cases, big and small."
"In terms of rank, I am half a level higher than him."
"In terms of experience, he is second to none."
"Although my father is not very ambitious, he is still my father after all. He cannot defeat those aristocratic families, so I have to help him."
Listen to what Wang Mingdao said.
Although Chen Huangpi felt it was a bit strange.
But he didn't think it was a big deal.
It's just a noble family. If any trouble really happens, don't you still have yourself to deal with?
It just so happens that the Book of Souls requires a lot of souls.
"Okay, I'll help you."
Chen Huangpi patted his chest and said, "After your father is dismissed, I will speak well of you. If he doesn't want to, then I will be included."
Wang Mingdao breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty or not."
Chen Huangpi waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "I just think highly of you and see the shadow of my youth in you."
"It's a pity that I haven't inherited the Jingxian Temple yet, and I haven't got the recipe for the elixir that Master used to make me." "Otherwise, I would have accepted you as my disciple."
I heard the word "accepting a disciple".
Wang Mingdao's eyes suddenly lit up.
He knew how powerful Chen Huangpi was.
If I could become a disciple and learn even 20% or 30% of his skills, it would be a great opportunity.
Thinking of this, he quickly asked, "If I don't inherit the Taoist temple, Your Majesty can't accept disciples?"
Chen Huangpi said: "That's not the case. It's mainly because I didn't refine my pill formula."
"Why are you so obsessed with the recipe?"
"Without the recipe, what can I use to train my apprentice?"
"Hey, why are you running away..."
"I am a dull and stupid person, unworthy of being your Majesty's teacher."
Wang Mingdao was terrified, his face turned pale, and he ran out as if he had seen a ghost.
When Chen Huangpi saw this, he was immediately disappointed.
He actually doesn't mind having more disciples.
The problem was that Wang Mingdao was too resistant to being refined.
"It's not my will."
Chen Huangpi sighed and said, "It's true that the laws of our ancestors cannot be changed."
My master didn’t understand this principle, so he gave the throne of the Daqian Immortal Dynasty to my uncle.
Otherwise, I would have been a prince since birth.
It is because I know this truth.
Chen Huangpi has only one standard for accepting disciples.
That is, he treats his disciple the same way his master treats him.
If it ruins the inheritance, then I would rather not accept this disciple.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The brass oil lamp said in amazement, "Chen Huangpi, I don't think you will ever be able to accept disciples in this lifetime. In the future, at most you can be like the temple master and accept some Taoists as disciples."
"Disciples will also be refined!"
Chen Huangpi said seriously: "Master said that I have surpassed my master. I treat everyone equally, whether they are apprentices or disciples, I will train them all!"
"What are you laughing at?"
"Is it funny?"
"Fox Mountain God, I'm talking to you!"
Chen Huangpi was angry and asked: "Why are you laughing?"
"Just thought of something funny."
"Well, tell me. If you can't explain it, then you are making fun of me!"
The Fox Mountain God raised an eyebrow.
It just so happened that Wang Mingdao had already left.
So, it said to itself: "Last night I saw light leaking from your eyes. The light was like a living thing, growing into many words, but you couldn't see them. Isn't this funny?"
"So, little fox, that's why you're like a dead dog?"
The brass oil lamp narrowed its eyes and said in a deep voice, "What happened last night? Why can you see it, but I and Ah Gui can't?"
The Fox Mountain God took a deep breath and looked at Chen Huangpi with complicated eyes.
"The reason why I can see it is probably because I have absorbed the spiritual energy from the master of the temple."
"But this has never happened to Chen Huangpi before."
As he spoke, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Fox Mountain God.
It shot the memory of last night's scene into the minds of Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp, and the murderous ghost.
Soon, scenes flashed through Chen Huangpi's mind.
His expression became more and more strange.
He didn't know why there was light in his eyes after he fell asleep last night.
But he could recognize the words formed by the light at a glance.
Those words were a bit like the strange words on his body, like flowers, birds, fish and insects.
But it lacks some verve.
It looks very tender and as fragile as a newly sprouted seed.
"When man and sword become one, I shall be the standard."
Chen Huangpi asked in confusion, "Isn't this the sword art of Taiyizi that I learned? When I look at my sword, it's like looking at myself. Why is it that the light coming out of my eyes after I fall asleep is all written in this way?"
The brass oil lamp and the murderer could not understand the words.
However, when they heard what Chen Huangpi said, their expressions suddenly became extremely subtle. (End of this chapter)