Wu Yong suddenly realized, but he didn't understand one thing and asked: "Master Peishan, you said that the first batch of disciples were taken by Master Master, so it has been passed down for some years, right? But why has our Emei been passed down to the fifth generation now?"

He is a disciple of the third generation, Chai Kunpeng and Song Yuying are a disciple of the fourth generation, and then there are five or six generations of disciples. This is a rare sect in any sect, let alone a long-standing sect like Emei.

Gu Chongying recalled: "At that time, the mountain gate was very important, so your master and uncle accepted disciples and came without hesitation. Many of them were random cultivators from home and came halfway through the mountain with their cultivation."

"If you really want to say that these people are far from talent, they are not as talented as me. After years of age, their cultivation is blocked, and there is no accident. Fortunately, over the years, my reputation as Emei has completely emerged, which has attracted many people to come and join us."

"Since then, your master no longer easily accepts disciples, but only carefully selects suitable candidates to take them to the seat."

"It's a pity...even if you're 'choosy', it's too difficult to find someone who is better than the best than the best, and who can inherit his legacy!"

"No one can pass on the master's robe?" Wu Yong did not understand his last sentence.

Master Peishan sighed: "Your master is talented and has a high level of cultivation. No one can surpass his disciples who received in his early years. All his life will be transformed and no one will survive."

Liang Liangying, who was standing beside him, answered, "Mr. Nephew, you are a little bit old when you come to Emei, have you never thought of a problem?"

"Your masters have only seven people in total. Although we have far fewer Emei disciples than other families, there are many that are shared on their own shoulders. How can we take care of them?"

Yes!

Wu Yong's heart moved, but he realized that he had ignored this.

Now there are eight second-generation disciples in the sect, including his teacher. The second-class master Gu Chongying has no disciples, the third-class master Bai has only senior sister Qin Qing, and the fourth-class master is not in the sect. He only knows how to ask Senior Brother Liu to be his disciple.

Next is Liang Liangying, the fifth master. He remembers that Xu Jing, the owner of the mountain that he had chopped with a sword with Song Yuying, was this disciple.

Then there are the sixth division master Peishan Zhenren and the seventh division master Yuan Tinggai, Chai Kunpeng, and Song Yuying, who are the two of them. It is not clear whether they have other disciples, but even if there are, Wu Yong probably doesn't have much speculation.

‘How did these disciples in the Emei Sect come from…’

Wu Yong felt strange and immediately thought of a possibility and hesitated: "Master, what do you mean is that most of the disciples in the sect now... are related to Master?"

"Not bad!" Liang Liangying nodded, "Your master's disciples left behind after they passed away. They will pass on them again. In addition, the disciples of ours are the four and five generations of disciples nowadays."

Peishan smiled and said, "The eight of us... are not right. Except for your second uncle and your teacher, we have few disciples, but there are many disciples and disciples."

Wu Yong suddenly realized.

...

"Okay, come in."

After waiting for a while, Bai finally walked out of the cave.

Everyone was solemn. Even Liang Liangying had tidy up her clothes and followed Bai into the depths of the crack.

The team was moving in one stroke, starting from Bai, following Gu, Liang, Peishan, Yuan, Xuanxuzi and Wu Yong at the end.

The sound of footsteps sounded, making Wu Yong think of the night he fell asleep with the three-patterned sculpture of the cow's head in Wuxuan Temple last time.

He was a little confused, and as he walked, suddenly - bang... his forehead hit the back of Xuanxuzi's head.

"Hiss...teacher, why did you stop?"

It was like hitting a steel plate, which made him so much pain that he covered his head and gasped.

Xuanxuzi looked back and said seriously: "Disciple, there is the Patriarch's Hall in front of you. This is a major mountain gate. Don't be distracted, otherwise you will be disrespectful to your Master."

"Have you arrived?" Wu Yong rubbed his forehead and looked around. Then he found that a dim oil lamp was lit on the mountain wall not far ahead.

This is the center of the entire crack, the deepest and widest. As Xuanxuzi said before, any sound will be amplified here, echoing for a long time.

After walking for a while, Bai also stopped and looked back at Xuanxuzi and Wu Yong, "Junior brother, I'm here. Since everything is simple, let's start."

Xuanxuzi turned around and told him, "Disciple, what will your Master Bai want you to do later, just follow me."

"Yes!" Wu Yong responded in a deep voice.

He raised his head and saw under the dim oil lamp. At the end of the crack in the mountain wall, an incense table with only an incense burner was placed in front, and behind it was a portrait of ink painting.

The painting shows an old man in green robe standing on the top of the cliff looking into the distance.

He had a half-tied white hair, a straight figure, a sword in one arm, and a deep gaze as deep as an abyss. Especially the two white eyebrows that flew from the top of his nose into his temples were the most eye-catching, and Sheng Ling's intention was almost overflowing the portrait.

Bai also walked up, raised three incense sticks from the side of the desk, knelt on both knees, and said word by word: "My teacher is above, and the unfilial disciple Bai also bows..."

He said a bunch of very ancient words and sentences, and Wu Yong couldn't understand them all, but he was roughly clear that he was saying that today was my junior brother Xuanxuzi who was taking disciples and came to worship you as a ritual.

After all, Bai Ye bowed and kowtowed, then got up and passed the incense to Gu Chongying.

Gu Chongying held the incense in both hands, recited the sentence "My teacher is above", and then knelt down and kowtowed, then handed the incense to Liang Liangying, followed by the true man Peishan, Yuan Tinggai and... Xuanxuzi.

Xuanxuzi took the lixiang, walked up and bowed to the end, and said loudly: "My teacher is above, worship it."

Bai Ye walked to Wu Yong's side at this time, whispered a few soft words, then stepped aside, and said in a deep voice: "Wu Yong, worship the ancestor."

Wu Yong was shocked and stepped forward in a small step.

Xuanxuzi turned around and handed him the fragrance of the scent.

Wu Yong took it, walked to the desk, hesitated for a while, and finally knelt down and said, "The ancestor is above, and the younger disciple Wu Yong bows!"

After three kowtows, he stood up and handed the three incense sticks back to Xuanxuzi.

Xuanxuzi nodded and took it, and he took the incense forward, inserted three ritual incense sticks in the middle of the incense burner, on the right and left, and chanted the spell at the same time. Finally, he put his hands together to worship, saying, "Teacher, I will accept disciples today, please testify."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged on a slightly worn futon beside the incense table.

"Wu Yong, I will be appointed as a disciple!"

Bai also handed Wu Yong a bamboo roll.

Wu Yong walked to Xuanxuzi with his hands, fell to the ground, opened the bamboo scroll, and began to recite the above content.

"Since two months ago, I looked up to the power of my master, admired the virtues of my master, and happily praised me, and converted to the Taoist sect. Time flies, and now I am educated by the Supreme Master, and I am blessed by the ancestors. I am grateful to have my master for accepting it. I am willing to join the school..." [1]

He read the words clearly according to this post of apprenticeship, and bowed in front of him and kowtowed three times.

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Chapter completed!