Chapter 7: Full of Familiar People
In the opinion of Taoist Qingyun, tomorrow's competition has little to do with the three of them, the master and his disciples.

The eldest brother Ding Hai and the second brother Zhong Fa were his apprentices who he had raised since they were young, so he knew them best.

Ding Hai was malnourished in the womb. After he was born, he had no chance to drink breast milk before his father gave it to someone else. His bones were rotten, and he has been weak since childhood.

Unfortunately, at that time, he had just arrived in Beijing and had no place to stay, so Ding Hai had never even had a sip of goat's milk since he was a child, and he relied on rice noodles to survive.

Congenital malnutrition and acquired malnutrition made Ding Hai's bones so weak that it was almost impossible for him to enter the Tao. It was not until he responded to the imperial edict and went south that he was able to reluctantly accept the Tao and embark on the Tao.

The biological mother of the second child, Zhongfa, was a brothel owner in the Eight Great Hutongs? She should not have had to worry about food and drink when she was pregnant with Zhongfa.

When Zhongfa was abandoned at the gate of Qingyun Temple, he was already over one year old and had been weaned. He was not born with any defects.

But this kind of person was born with average talent, and can only be considered good if he can escape mediocrity.

These two stupid disciples don't look like they can make it into the top five in this competition, so why pay so much attention to them?

In his mind, if these two stupid disciples could seize this opportunity to return to the mountain gate and learn a few more skills, and could support their evil-slaying lineage in the future, it would be a blessing from their master.

In the future, under his protection, they will give up their heritage in the north and choose a small town in the south to rebuild the Qingyun Temple. The two brothers can live in peace for the next sixty years. That would be even more of an Infinite Heavenly Venerable.

Although they are master and apprentice, Taoist Qingyun, who raises Ding Hai and his apprentice as his sons, has no intention of raising them as a pushover.

Why did he risk his life to step into the Yin God? Wasn't it so that these two stupid disciples would have something to rely on in the future?

If he fails to attack the Yin Spirit, then there is nothing to say. Ding Hai and the other two will have to whip him to death.

They had to do everything they could to let Ding Hai and the other two show their faces in this competition, so as to leave a good impression on the head master, the uncles and uncles, and make them familiar to them. Then, when they are in trouble in the future, they can shamelessly ask these elders for help.

But he has already achieved the Yin Shen, and he is forcing his two stupid disciples to compete with the talented disciples of other lineages for the five unattainable places. Isn't that a mistake in his mind?

Uncle and uncle are taking care of me, and I am happy to have my own master who cares about me: "Okay, don't think about those irrelevant things. I will tell you some good news. The merits I made when I slayed demons and eliminated monsters have been fulfilled by the sect.

Thanks to the care of the ancestors in the blessed land, "Beidou Zhanxielu" was derived from the ancestors who passed down the Dharma in the Sutra Tower of the blessed land, and it already has the Yangshen chapter.

From now on, our lineage of slaying evil can be regarded as a great lineage with semi-immortal inheritance. In addition, the founder of the dharma also checked and supplemented the previous articles.

After tomorrow's competition, the two of you should follow me and practice the "Beidou Zhanxie Lu" chapter again."

“In addition, I didn’t use the ten days of cultivation time promised to me by the ancestors in the blessed land when I was trying to break through the Yin Spirit this time.

I have asked the ancestors for help, and this opportunity can be used for both of you.

Therefore, in the next few years, you two boys should compete with each other and make sure to reach the threshold of building a foundation in 100 days.

The blessed land is rich in spiritual energy, which will be of great benefit to the two of you in breaking through the barriers and entering the Foundation Establishment Stage. Once you enter the Foundation Establishment Stage, your paths will be on the right track.

By then, I can take the few magical instruments and talismans handed down from the temple, and I will have some capital to survive in this chaotic world..."

Looking at the master who was sitting at the top and constantly telling them about their future arrangements, Ding Hai and Qian He opened their mouths several times wanting to say something.

But Taoist Qingyun kept talking and didn't give them any chance to interrupt.

After listening to Taoist Qingyun's plans for their lives for the next sixty years, Wanxia went home after get off work.

The two brothers, who had been admonished by their master for a long time, were so dizzy after Taoist Qingyun stopped talking that they could not remember what they wanted to say just now.

After a hasty salute, the two brothers bid farewell to their master and hurriedly fled the courtyard where their master lived.

On the way back to the disciple courtyard, Qianhe patted his chest with a throbbing heart: "Brother, Master has never been so nagging in the past. Why is he so talkative this time?"

Unlike the still young Qianhe, Ding Hai, who has lived two lives, has figured out something. The instructions from his master Qingyun just now seemed like a request for help.

But that's not right. True Man Yin Shen has lived for three hundred years, but my master hasn't even celebrated his sixtieth birthday this year.

If you take good care of yourself, you can live to the new century easily, there is no need for you to have to entrust your child to someone else's care.

Ding Hai, who was thinking about something, did not show it, but said calmly, "Master has accumulated three years of teachings and has only said them for half a day. We have made a fortune, right?"

Being interrupted by Ding Hai, Qianhe, who was not very experienced in dealing with the world, could not react to the background meaning of Master Qingyun's previous words, and soon forgot about them.

"Brother, let's see how we compete in the ring tomorrow. I'm young, so the important thing is just to participate.

Take the talismans and instruments in your bag with you tomorrow morning, and try to win first place to make your master happy."

"My silly junior brother, can't you use your brain after leaving the capital? Although tomorrow's competition is also meant to be a test, its essence is still to examine our skills.

If you take out your magic weapon to spar with others, what do you think the teachers on the mountain will think of you? Oh, if you can't afford to play, then fight your ancestors, right?"

After nodding to Qianhe, Ding Hai made arrangements for tomorrow's competition: "Take the Five Thunder Talisman, Six Ding and Six Jia Talisman, and Golden Light Talisman in your luggage with you tomorrow.

When you meet an opponent, just use the talisman to hit him. If you win, you will pass the level. If you fail, just admit defeat.

By the way, don’t forget to put a lucky charm on yourself before you go on stage to enhance your luck, as you may encounter weak opponents.”

"What about you, senior brother?" After hearing the arrangements made by her senior brother, Qianhe, who was following behind Ding Hai, scratched her head.

Ding Hai replied without even turning his head: "For fighting in a ring, all you need is your hands. It's getting late, so go back and have a shower and go to bed."

Ding Hai really didn't take the next day's fighting competition seriously, so after finishing his morning lessons the next day, he came to Chongshou Temple empty-handed.

Only after looking at the five three-meter-square bluestone arenas did he raise his eyebrows.

This thing wasn't there when I met the master yesterday. But after just one night, these five arenas appeared on the bluestone slab.

It seems that many teachers and leaders in the sect really take this competition very seriously.

Just after the Chen hour, when all the fellow practitioners from Jiangnan who came to watch the ceremony yesterday had taken their seats, Qingsong, who had proposed the idea of ​​a competition on the ring, stood up.

"The purpose of this competition is to examine the skills of the disciples. In order to avoid damaging the harmony among fellow disciples, there are three rules.

1. When competing, disciples must not attack vital points, or intentionally cause death or disability. 2. When competing, disciples are not recommended to use powerful instruments passed down by various lineages, except for those necessary for their own skills.

3. You don’t need to be modest and hold back during this competition. I will be watching from the sidelines, and you can fully display what you have learned.”

After briefly introducing the rules of this competition, Qingsong waved his whisk to signal the start of the competition.

After receiving the instructions, the many disciples standing in front of the arena came to their respective arenas according to the groups posted in front of the five arenas.

In an instant, the five originally empty arenas were filled with disciples competing in the first round, two by two.

Below the No. 3 ring, after looking at the ring list, Ding Hai was shocked to find that he had a bye in the first round due to personnel allocation issues.

Although he was a little surprised, he didn't think too much about it as he didn't know the inside story. After all, there were brothers and sisters in the next door rings 2, 4, and 5 who were as lucky as him and had a bye in this round.

Only Arena No. 1 was assigned to sixteen disciples, and the first round would involve eight bouts of competition.

Since he didn't need to play in the first round, Ding Hai prepared to go to the No. 5 ring where his junior brother was.

Qianhe is a stubborn kid with a strong sense of honor. If he meets a strong opponent, he may not be willing to follow his previous arrangements and admit defeat. In order to avoid him getting hurt, he needs to be warned more.

Although he was thinking about something, Ding Hai still kept an eye on the outside world. When he passed by ring No. 4, he casually glanced at his brothers who were competing on the ring, then he frowned and stopped.

After carefully observing the face of one of the opponents on the ring with his eyes narrowed, Ding Hai's heart was filled with waves.

The man on the ring who was fighting with all his might was short and thin, with a pair of thick, rough and unruly eyebrows that almost connected to a straight line.

The moment he saw him, many titles came to Ding Kai's mind, such as Uncle Nine, Uncle Ying, and Taoist Priest Yimei.

It turned out that he was also one of the new outer disciples in this batch.

After recognizing Lin Jiu, whose common name was Lin Fengjiao, Ding Hai stepped out of the crowd and found a place with a wide view, and recognized all the fellow disciples in the square one by one.

As he recognized them, many familiar but slightly immature faces came into his sight.

Below the No. 1 ring, a young Taoist priest with a Taoist bun and a beard was watching the competition on the ring with a bored expression.

Although he didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't like the two brothers who were competing on the ring. This person must be Shi Jian.

On the No. 2 stage, the Taoist priest with glasses who was beating his opponent back step by step, his summoning magic now had some of his future charm.

On the No. 5 ring, the short and fat young man who was taking out various magical weapons from his robe to repel his opponents had a familiar round face.

In addition to these familiar faces whose names can be called out, there are also many familiar faces among the remaining brothers and sisters.

No wonder Simu, Lin Jiu, Shi Jian and others, who obviously had different heritages and lived in different places all over the world, still called each other brothers. It turned out that they, like himself, all traced their ancestry back to the Waimao sect.

Looking at these familiar faces, Ding Hai's face broke into a smile, and the joints in his lean body crackled.

He started to get excited.

I have studied Taoism for so many years, and although I have killed many demons and dealt with many ghosts, I have never had a benchmark and don't know how much I am worth. Now I finally met some guiding lights.

As for whether he would be defeated by these guiding lights, Ding Hai didn't care.

Victory is certainly gratifying, but defeat should also be accepted.

Ding Hai, who was a little excited, withdrew his gaze and continued to walk towards the No. 5 ring. He had not yet given any instructions to his junior brother Qian He, who was as pure as a college student.

After recognizing the identities of Shi Jian and others, Ding Hai felt it was even more necessary to remind his junior brother to surrender quickly if he couldn't win, otherwise, with his stubborn mind, he might suffer a small loss.

A moment later, Qianhe, who was standing next to the No. 5 ring, covered her forehead with a fleshy corner and looked at Ding Hai's back with resentment, silently praying for her fellow brothers in the No. 3 ring.

Having grown up with Ding Hai since he was a child, he considers himself second to none in terms of understanding his senior brother, and no one dares to claim to be first.

Others cannot tell what condition their senior brother is in, but Qianhe sees it clearly.

Ding Hai was excited. No, a more accurate description would be that his senior brother was going crazy. Qianhe had only seen this situation three times so far.

The first episode happened three years ago. After the master responded to the imperial edict and went south, a few poor and crazy rascals in the capital ignored Master Wang Wu’s warnings and set their sights on the Taoist temple.

These hooligans kidnapped his senior brother when he was not at the Taoist temple, hoping to use him to force Ding Hai to hand over all his money and the Taoist temple.

Logically speaking, Ding Hai had just converted to Taoism and his muscles were not strong enough to beat those ruffians. But that night, Ding Hai kicked open the wooden door of the woodshed where he was imprisoned and rescued him.

Moreover, after that night, those hooligans were no longer seen on the streets.

The second time was two years ago, when senior brother Ding Hai had just cultivated a breath of Dharma Yuan spiritual Qi. At that time, the money left by the master had been used up, and the food in the rice and flour jar in the kitchen was not enough to make two bowls of porridge.

Knowing that the food was about to run out, Senior Brother Ding Hai took the talismans and magic tools and went out without looking back. Then, the blood-stained bride who had been causing trouble in Qinjiazhuang outside the city for a month disappeared.

The next morning, the rice and flour jars in the Taoist temple were filled with food. Since that time, Senior Brother Ding Hai began to travel around Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei, and made a name for himself as a Taoist who only cared about the origin and not the fate, and who was also a money-grubber.

The third chapter happened a year ago, and Chizuru, who stayed behind in the gym at the time, had no idea what happened.

But the dragon coins that his senior brother Ding Hai had taken from the Tianjin Water Transport Chamber of Commerce almost failed to dodge Qianhe's eyes.

At that time, Qianhe had no specific idea of ​​how much money four thousand dragon dollars was.

But he knew that when those hooligans on the street had their limbs broken while fighting for territory, their gangs would at most give them twenty yuan for Longyang soup.

The white duck embryo who specialized in taking people's heads off outside the yamen only offered 80 yuan long silver plus a full meal of fatty meat to buy his life.

In Chizuru's opinion, Ding Hai in this state is uncontrollable and no one knows what he can do.

Seeing Ding Hai in an uncontrollable state, Chizuru, who is the person closest to Ding Hai, was frightened.

Therefore, with the blessing of Lingbao Daozun and Sanmao Patriarch, I hope that all my fellow brothers in the No. 3 ring can also be as "aware of the current situation" as I am. If they can win, then fight. If they can't, surrender quickly, otherwise my fellow brother Ding Hai will get angry and directly stab the sky.

(End of this chapter)