Chapter 3211 Shen Tianyu 611

After Jing Hong left, Shen Tianyu picked up his phone and dialed his master Dugu Cheng's number.

Dugu City was quickly connected.

Shen Tianyu said, "Master, please forgive your disciple..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dugu Cheng said, "You've already foreseen this?"

"Yes."

"You're not in Kyoto right now, but southwest of Kyoto?"

"Yes, my disciple is at Maoshan."

Dugu Cheng remained silent for a moment, then said, "Maoshan is a sacred Taoist site with a long history. If there is a way to save your great-grandfather, that would be wonderful. You can decide for yourself; there is no need to consult your master."

“I will always be my master’s disciple. This time, I have become a disciple of Maoshan Sect, but it is only a temporary measure.”

"You have extraordinary talent and innate wisdom, making you a promising candidate for martial arts training. If you have the opportunity to become a disciple, you should cherish it."

“Master, in my heart, you are the only one who is my teacher and my father.”

Dugu Cheng smiled and said, "I am not good with words and I only hope to be the wings that help you fly, not the shackles that bind you. Fly higher."

"Master."

Dugu Cheng said, "My son."

Shen Tianyu lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes fluttering slightly.

He understood his master's meaning. With a single "My son," he told him not to worry about him or the sect, and that he was free to fly.

Dugu Cheng added, "I will speak to your master myself; there's no need to inform him."

"it is good."

After ending the call, Shen Tianyu dialed Yuan Jinzhi's number again, saying, "I'm going to Maoshan to practice the art of substitute ghosts. You and Jing Hua need to stay together these next few days."

"How long will it take you to be back?"

"It can take anywhere from a week to more than a month."

Yuan Jinzhi remained silent.

After becoming pregnant, she became extremely dependent on him. A week felt like an eternity to her, and she couldn't even imagine what a month or more would be like.

She quickly laughed and said, "You can do whatever you want. I'm fine. I have Jing Hua and Dan Dan and her daughter with me, bodyguards and drivers, and many servants at home. I also have many relatives at the villa."

"I will make time to go back and see you."

"Focus on your studies, finish quickly and come back soon. Running around is a waste of time."

Shen Tianyu didn't answer.

He couldn't have his cake and eat it too; he wanted to learn the Maoshan Substitute Ghost Spirit Technique, but he also wanted to stay by Yuan Jinzhi's side.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard outside.

Similar to the setting off of fireworks.

Shen Tianyu looked up at the window and heard Jing Hong's voice outside, "Junior brother, little junior brother! We are preparing for the apprenticeship ceremony. Time is tight, so let's do it today! After the ceremony, my grandfather will begin teaching you the unique techniques of the Maoshan sect!"

Shen Tianyu's brows furrowed slightly.

This person is definitely like a monkey; they'll climb up any pole they can get their hands on.

Calling him "junior brother" is fine, but they insist on adding "little" before it.

He was taller and more skilled than him; apart from being two years younger, he was bigger than him in every other way.

Just as he was deep in thought, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Jing Hong rushed over like the wind, grabbing his arm. "What are you waiting for? My grandfather is waiting at his Taoist temple. When you're going to become an apprentice, you can't keep the master waiting for the apprentice, can you?"

Shen Tianyu frowned almost imperceptibly and withdrew his arm.

Jing Hong laughed and said reproachfully, "All you ever do is complain about me. You'll see how much you love me in the future!"

He strode toward the door, calling out to Shen Tianyu as he went, "Junior Brother, come with me quickly!"

Only after he left did Shen Tianyu take a step.

After arriving at the Taoist temple of Maoshan Zhenren with Jing Hong, Shen Tianyu said, "Let's deal with Chu Fan's matter first. There's no rush for me to become a disciple."

Jing Hong glanced at him. "Chu Fan's matter isn't urgent. He can't run away anyway. Let's become his disciples first. Once we're done, you can't back out."

Shen Tianyu had a feeling that there was an even bigger trap waiting for him.

However, Jing Hong's methods were too unconventional, even he could hardly predict them.

He followed Jing Hong to a room that resembled a reception room.

Although the room is simply furnished, the furniture consists of old mahogany pieces, all of which are valuable antiques.

Master Mao Jun, dressed in a noble purple robe, held a whisk in his hand and sat upright in a chair, wearing a Taoist crown inlaid with warm and lustrous white jade.

Shen Tianyu thought to himself, "The old Taoist is quite particular. He even wore the purple robe that he usually doesn't wear, and he also wore a white jade Taoist crown that he had never worn before."

There were several familiar faces in the room; they were the Taoist priests who had accompanied him to the Thai-Cambodian border to capture Guwei.

Gu Chufan was also there.

All the others were unfamiliar faces.

Jing Hongdi coughed and said loudly, "Shen Tianyu, would you be willing to become a lay disciple of Master Mao Jun?"

Shen Tianyu thought to himself, "Can I do whatever I want even if I don't want to?"

They went to great lengths to dig such a huge trap, only to have him jump into it.

Shen Tianyu looked at Master Mao Jun.

Master Mao raised his hand and stroked his white beard, smiling as he said, “Tianyu, your innate talent is extraordinary, far surpassing that of Jing Hong. I have long wanted to take you as my disciple, but your deep friendship with Dugu prevented me from being presumptuous. It is my good fortune to have this opportunity to take you as my disciple today.”

Everyone was surprised.

Master Mao was a highly accomplished Taoist, and many people tried desperately to become his disciples, but to no avail.

Yet his attitude towards Shen Tianyu was so humble.

Language is an art, and with just a few words, Mao Junzhen dispelled Shen Tianyu's resentment.

He, a member of the Jianghu faction, bowed to Master Mao with his hands clasped, saying, "Master, you flatter me. It is my honor to have this opportunity to become your disciple."

Master Mao laughed heartily, "Kid, I find you more pleasing to the eye than Jing Hong."

Shen Tianyu took the tea that Jing Hong had poured from him, stepped forward a few steps, and handed it to Master Mao Jun.

Master Mao took the teacup, rubbed the lid against it a few times, took a sip, and said, "Excellent tea! Excellent tea! As expected of a famous celestial beauty, this tea becomes even more refined after being served by you!"

Jing Hong grimaced upon hearing this.

It's rare to see Grandpa flattering someone.

Normally, it's the apprentice who flatters the master, but this good-for-nothing grandfather actually flatters his apprentice. And not only that, he also takes advantage of him to belittle him.

Shen Tianyu bent down and was about to kneel on the prayer mat in front of Master Mao Jun.

Master Mao quickly stood up from his seat to help him.

Jing Hong coughed and said, "Becoming a disciple is an honor. A teacher for a day is a father for life. One should kneel to heaven above, to earth below, and in between, to one's parents and teachers. This is the proper way. If one does not kneel, the ceremony is only half complete."

Master Mao then sat back down.

Jing Hong glared at him with the whites of his eyes, thinking he was spineless.

Master Mao noticed and rolled his eyes back.

God three, ghost four, man one.

To become an apprentice corresponds to the Three Gods, one must naturally kowtow three times.

Shen Tianyu knelt on the prayer mat and kowtowed three times earnestly to Master Mao Jun.

Master Mao Jun could no longer sit still. He hurriedly stood up from his chair, bent down to help Shen Tianyu, and used the sleeve of his most treasured purple robe to wipe his forehead. At the same time, he scolded Jing Hong: "You brat, why did you only have a futon and a carpet prepared, but not a towel? Quickly go and get a towel to wipe Tianyu's forehead. The towel should be wet with warm water. Tianyu has delicate skin, so you can't use cold water. Hurry!"

Jing Hong felt a pang of sadness.

It was sourer than a sour lemon, so sour that he rolled his eyes at him.