Chapter 14: Fight between Spirit Officials
"Little...Junior Brother?" The fat man was a little confused, not understanding when he had a new Junior Brother.
The yellow-haired man was smart, and immediately understood what he meant. He showed a happy expression on his face, and hurried out of the store and said to Zhang Ming who was not far away:
"Zhang Ming, Master wants to accept you as his disciple!"
Zhang Ming turned around and said disdainfully: "If he accepts me now, I still don't want to worship him. It's not impossible for me to study on my own!"
Hearing this, the yellow-haired man returned to the store and said to the old man: "Master, he said he can study on his own..."
"How can that be? With such a good talent, self-study will delay it?" The old man was very anxious.
To be honest, a master like him, who is also a true successor of the older generation, his greatest wish in life after he gets old is to find a talented disciple to pass on his cultivation and magic.
This way, he wouldn't let down his master and the inheritance wouldn't be broken.
He had accepted the yellow-haired and fat man because they were talented.
But after teaching them for a while, he found that he was very tired...
Now he heard that Zhang Ming learned by himself and learned to control the copper coin sword to deal with the evil spirits in one go.
How could this be possible? It would be a shame if he didn't accept such a talent as a disciple.
He turned his eyes and said to the yellow-haired and fat man: "You two, no matter what, you have to get him to be my apprentice, do you hear me?"
"Master, you just said something so cruel to offend him, why do you make things difficult for us..." The yellow-haired man was dissatisfied.
In fact, he also understood that his master couldn't let go of his face, but he really wanted to accept disciples, so he let them go.
The old man glared at him and said, "I told you to go, so you went. Master is already over fifty. If I accept you two useless people, how will the inheritance be passed on in the future?"
"Master, you... had a disciple before..." The fat man suddenly spoke.
As soon as he said this, the old man's narrowed eyes suddenly glared, and he slammed the table and shouted,
"Shut up, don't mention that traitor again."
"I... I'm sorry!" The fat man apologized helplessly.
They knew that there was actually a senior brother, but he became a traitor.
These were things before they became disciples, and they knew very little. Now it seems that it has been a great shock to the master, so he dare not mention it again.
The old man was silent for a moment, then said: "Although you two are a little stupid, your character is acceptable. The master has no regrets accepting you."
"The traitor you mentioned also alerted me. Although the kid just now is said to be gifted, but~ let's see his character first."
After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to recall the past, leaned back in the chair, and became a lot more decadent.
The fat man and the yellow-haired man did not dare to speak, and both stood aside.
After a long time, the old man spoke: "He was an abandoned baby I picked up when I was a child. I taught him Taoism since he was a child and took him to travel. I treated him like my own son, but in the end..." The old man said
, slowly got up, limped to the door, and closed the store door. He said, "Go to bed early!"
Then he went back to the inner room to rest.
The fat man and the yellow-haired man were silent for a long time, and then the yellow-haired man whispered,
"I remember that once the master's leg disease recurred, and I accidentally heard him muttering something about raising a child for twenty years, but in turn crippled his own legs."
"So...so, that big...big brother not only betrayed the master, but also caused the master's...leg?" The fat man asked.
"Well, maybe he was the master's hope. Unfortunately, his hope was shattered, and then he accepted us as his disciples. Unfortunately, the two of us are not up to standard."
The fat man thought for a while and said, "Then...then what should we do?"
"We must let Zhang Ming worship the master as his teacher. His talent can definitely inherit the master's legacy. Maybe, in the future, he can help the master find revenge on that ungrateful wolf!" The yellow-haired man said firmly.
"Yes..." The fat man nodded!
At this moment, Zhang Ming was walking on a gloomy funeral street.
He thought, since he decided to learn by himself, he still needs some magic tools, right?
For example, talisman paper and copper coin swords.
So he scanned the street and saw that there were still a few shops open.
He saw a shop that seemed to have statues of gods and peach wood swords, so Zhang Ming walked in.
The light in the shop was very dim, and there were many things in it, but the shop was small.
There were many statues of gods and Buddhas, as well as ingots, candles, etc. in the shop.
On the shelf closest to the inside were peach wood swords, copper coin swords and the like, and it was written that they were used to ward off evil spirits in the house.
"What do you need?"
A sweet voice came, and Zhang Ming turned around and looked behind the counter, and saw a very beautiful woman.
This beauty was about 18 or 19 years old. She was pretty but her skin was too pale, a bit sickly.
"Oh, I need a copper coin sword and a peach wood sword, and do you have talisman paper?" Zhang Ming asked.
"Talisman paper?" The girl looked at Zhang Ming strangely and said, "Yes, but what do you want it for?"
"Of course I use it!" Zhang Ming thought to himself, isn't this nonsense?
"Could it be that you can draw talismans?" The girl asked again.
Zhang Ming couldn't do it now, so he didn't answer, and said, "Are you selling it or not?"
The girl didn't ask anymore, and took out the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword, and took out a stack of yellow paper.
"Three thousand in total!" the girl said.
"Huh?" Zhang Ming's eyes widened and he asked, "So expensive?"
"It's like this, this is the market price, after all, they are all good things." The girl said calmly:
"If you want to buy cheaper ones, there are some, but the peach wood sword is definitely not good peach wood, or even peach wood. The copper coin sword is also fake copper coins, and the talisman paper is also ordinary paper."
Hearing this, Zhang Ming was speechless.
What else can he do? He can only buy it. Anyway, this is to learn Taoism, and three thousand is worth it.
So he took out his mobile phone to transfer the money, and then took the things away.
Walking on the gloomy and remote old street, don't say it, it's really a bit creepy.
Zhang Ming always felt as if someone was staring at him from behind.
In fact, at this moment, in a house far away, there was indeed a ghost figure covered in a black robe.
This ghost figure was the subordinate of the Black Emperor, Black Robe!
Looking at Zhang Ming's figure, Black Robe said to himself in a hoarse and puzzled voice:
"Is he...really the Ghost Emperor Mingjun from a thousand years ago? From the looks of it, is he going to learn Taoism? A reincarnated Ghost Emperor actually practices Taoism?"
Just as it finished speaking, a female ghost in a red dress suddenly appeared behind it and slapped Black Robe on the back.
The black-robed man dodged quickly, then looked at the red-robed female ghost and said, "Fourth-rank spiritual officer of the underworld?"
The red-robed female ghost said coldly, "I am following the orders of the Red Ghost Emperor to follow the Lord Ghost Emperor Mingjun. What do you want to do by sneaking around again?"
"Following the Ghost Emperor Mingjun? It seems that he has not recovered any of his ghost emperor strength, so he asked you to protect him, right?" The black-robed man sneered,
"A mere fourth-rank spiritual officer can't protect him."
"But I can still deal with you, who is also a spiritual officer!"
The red-robed female ghost snorted coldly, waved her palm, and powerful red ghost energy burst out, constantly attacking the black-robed man. The black-
robed man dodged and attacked at the same time, and the black ghost energy was also shot out one after another.
Two Yin spirits at the level of spiritual officers of the underworld were fighting above the house, and ordinary people were unaware.
But inside the house, the old man who had just laid down was upset by the fight between them.
(End of this chapter)