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"Why, are you still planning to stay with me for a midnight snack?" The old man glanced at Chen Muyu with a smile.

It’s already half past twelve in the evening, what kind of late night snack are you eating? Chen Muyu said sarcastically, “In our place, when you become a disciple, the master always gives a greeting gift to the disciple...”

This can no longer be regarded as a hint, it should be regarded as an explicit statement.

The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Master, don't get me wrong, this is a traditional custom, otherwise it would be unlucky!" Chen Muyu laughed dryly.

"Custom, right?"

The old man was very happy. How could this kid be so philistine and so thick-skinned? He had just become a disciple and yet he already wanted something with a face full of shame.

"So, what do you want?"

"Disciples don't dare to hope too much. Master can give me anything!"

"Now you are not lacking in the cultivation techniques, the Xuanyuan Gong is good enough, and the magic pills and pills. The pills and spirit stones in your storage ring are enough for you to practice to the realm of catastrophe. Since you don't have any of them, Que, you still want me to give you something, you can’t ask me to find a woman for you, right?”

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Anything is fine, but can I give you a big blow?

Chen Muyu's face trembled, "Master, you're talking about martial arts, that's fine, but when you talk about elixirs and spiritual stones, it's a bit..."

He is only in the Void Realm now. How many pills and spirit stones will it cost to cultivate to the Tribulation Realm? This old man actually said that he has enough stock in the Storage Realm. Isn't he lying with his eyes open?

It can be seen that this old man is tough.

Halfway through, Chen Muyu stopped talking, because he was afraid it would be useless.

"Speaking of the apprenticeship ceremony, the traditional customs in the immortal world are prepared by the apprentice for the master..." The old man looked at Chen Muyu with a smile.

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why, if you can't steal the chicken, you can still gain and lose some rice?

"Forget it, let's not talk about those traditions. Old customs and bad customs. If you don't give it to me, you don't have to give it to me..."

With just one word from the old man, Chen Muyu could not be punished.

The key is, it makes sense.

"Then Master, you have to give me some kind of token to prove your identity, right? For example, a token, a seal, etc. Otherwise, who would know that I am your disciple?" Chen Muyu retreated to the next best thing.

"look at you!"

The old man's eyes widened, "What did my master just tell you? You are not allowed to reveal to others that you are my disciple, and you forgot it just now?"

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If I worship a master, am I worshiping a lonely person?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, needing to calm down.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you. I'm still waiting for me to put out the fire over there..."

The old man waved his hand impatiently, as if he felt sorry for Chen Muyu's pity. He took three sticks of yellow incense from his sleeve and handed them to Chen Muyu.

"Take these three incense sticks. If you encounter any difficulties, light one and pray sincerely. Master will naturally show up to see you!"

After speaking, he patted Chen Muyu on the shoulder, turned into a breeze and disappeared.

The mountain breeze was blowing, and Chen Muyu stood on the ridge, feeling a little confused.

Why does this master give people such an unreliable feeling?

…

Above the clouds thousands of miles away, two lights and shadows flickered.

It was the unreliable master that Chen Muyu had just worshiped, and the other one was the boy who had guided Chen Muyu in the Emperor Temple.

"Master, by doing this, you have offended these two great gods!" the little Taoist boy said worriedly.

However, the old man waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's okay to offend me. What else can they do to me? Seven hundred years ago, they tricked my apprentice. Why don't they allow my apprentice to trick them again seven hundred years later?" God's way is clear, they want to rely on it but they can't, haha, I really can't wait to see their expressions now..."

"But this matter has nothing to do with the guy from Wuzhuangguan, right?"

"He wants to involve himself, who can blame him?"

…

The figure flickered and disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few laughs that resounded throughout the world.

…

Under the night sky, Chen Muyu came to his senses after a while. The three sticks of incense in his hand proved that everything that just happened was true.

The temple next to it had been struck by lightning and was completely in ruins.

It took me a long time to clean it up, but it was all in vain.

The two clay statues of great gods have been completely exploded, and these two wooden tablets seem to be inlaid inside.

Chen Muyu took out the flashlight, walked over, and took out the two tablets.

The one on the left says, "Immortal Zhenyuan, the ancestor of Earth Immortals who is the same as you in the world!"

On the right side, "The Master of All Saints' Five Appearances Contemplating Miao Le Tian Zun!"

These two...

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows. He had heard of the first one, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan. In the mythical stories on earth, this existence appeared many times. He was indeed a super god.

But the person behind him, Chen Muyu, was ignorant and ignorant, so he was a little unclear.

Find someone to ask in the future. Since he is a great god, he must be very famous in the fairy world. You will know if you ask.

Chen Muyu put away the two tablets and immediately went down the mountain.

Recalling the experience of this night, Chen Muyu really couldn't laugh or cry.

This can really be regarded as a muddle-headed apprenticeship, right?

Not to mention that there is no benefit at all, and even the identity of this master has not been fully confirmed.

Is he seducing Emperor Chen?

Is it? Is not it? probably?

So what, he was not allowed to use his reputation, and besides, he was deprived of the fat sausage he liked to eat!

…

But Chen Muyu soon changed his mind. After returning to his residence, he discovered that it was not without any benefits.

There is one more thing in his storage ring.

A crystal bottle.

It was obviously not his, as he could not remember when he had such a bottle.

The bottle is crystal clear and about the size of a palm. There is a gossip engraved on the bottle. It looks very small.

As soon as I touched the bottle, a message came to my mind.

The Yundan bottle contains countless elixirs, but you can only take one per day.

He opened the bottle cap, shook it, and sure enough, a pill came out.

It's green, as if it's mocking people.

After scanning the system, the third-level Spiritual Energy Pill was suitable for a monk of his level.

Pour it again, it’s gone!

The bottle is empty, just one. I still want it, but I will wait until tomorrow.

Needless to say, it must have been left behind by his master.

This old man said he wouldn't give it, but he actually gave it anyway.

But, just give it, can’t we give it together? For this thing, you can only take one pill every day.

In this regard, Chen Muyu still likes to have a full meal, and a full meal does not seem to bring much pleasure.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, Chen Muyu slapped himself. He should have asked him to send him to Dongsheng China just now!

Mistake, mistake!

But it's too late to regret it now. It's impossible to light incense and ask him to come back, right?

There are only three sticks of this incense in total. Although one stick can be lit many times, it will be gone after you burn it. If you can overcome it, just do it yourself, lest he look down on you!

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Thanks to book friend "Kasha" for the 20,000-coin reward, Guigu thanks!