Zhu Jingtian didn't have a thorough understanding of the Maoshan Taoist School, and he just said it literally in his mind.

Although Zhu Jingzong's heart is assessed after the assessment, this is only the first step.

To really enter, you still need to be approved by the oath god Shuwen before you can truly become a Maoshan disciple of the Shangqing faction, one of the Daomen Fu factions......

In the living room, in front of the incense burner table, Zhu Jingtian took an ordinary yellow paper and handed it to Zhu Jingzong, asking him to follow him to recite the oath of Shen Shuwen, every time he said a word, he would write a sentence with a brush, and he could not stop in the middle, and he must concentrate on one breath without interruption, so as to show his sincerity to Mao Ying, Mao Gu, and Mao Zhen.

But whether the key is to convey the upper realm to let them know, or accept him as an apprentice, Zhu Jingtian is not very clear.

After all, how can there be immortals now?

"I'll read a sentence, you write a sentence, and put the words you can't write there, and let me come at the end."

Zhu Jingtian and Zhu Jingzong are side by side, the yellow paper spreads out on the incense burner table, the ink of the inkstone has been adjusted, and if you look carefully, it is also mixed with cinnabar.

And Zhu Jingliang behind him was at the dinner table, looking at the two solemn younger brothers silently, pouting his mouth that could lift the soy sauce bottle, and the resentment in his eyes could kill people.

I have always wondered, why is my brother okay, but not myself?

Could it be that you are getting old? Already over eighteen?

You're only eighteen years old, okay?

Isn't it too much for God to do this?

Zhu Jingliang looked through the door and glanced at the fiery red void at sunset, and the resentment in his eyes could pierce the sky.

"In the first place, you can't terminate it, you know?" Zhu Jingtian confirmed to Zhu Jingzong again solemnly.

You only get one chance.

If you fail, you can only become a disciple of the lower ranks, relying on your own penance to increase your cultivation, or you can always overdraw your own essence and divine drawing talismans, and become an ordinary ghost catching heavenly master who can't get on the table.

If you don't have the opportunity of heaven and earth in your life, it will be difficult to ignite the spiritual fire of the sea for the rest of your life, and at most you will become a psychic realm monk.

But Zhu Jingtian also made a second plan for him.

"Understood, I will finish it very seriously, rest assured." Zhu Jingzong's immature face put away his usual face and became serious and resolute.

"That's good."

Zhu Jingtian turned into an afterimage with one hand and picked up the brush in front of the table, a trace of mana condensed in the pen, his expression was solemn, and he read in his mouth: "The magic pen is swayed, and the gods are blessed, so as to be peaceful, and the demons and evil spirits are obeyed by the edict of the Taishang Laojun, and they are as urgent as the law." As soon as the spell was finished, the brush flashed with light, and the surface was full of brilliance, and it disappeared in a flash, turning into an ordinary old brush again.

Subsequently, Zhu Jingtian turned his hand to hold the brush, his hands bent his sword fingers and held the brush horizontally, the tip of the pen was facing east, the tail of the pen was facing west, his eyes seemed to be through the wall, looking at the endless void, and his mouth read again: "The pen god pen god, the pen is a living being, please invite the queen mother immortal, the jade girl invites the Nine Heavens Xuannu to come to the edict, Liuding Liujia to the altar, help me to grind the calligraphy, thousands of thousands of tears and thousands of spirits are as urgent as the law." ”

After reciting the incantation this time, Zhu Sedum first looked around and saw that there was no movement, only his cousin with adoring eyes, and his heart was also gloomy.

However, it was fleeting.

"Take the pen and do as I just said."

Zhu Jingtian solemnly handed over the brush, and when he saw that Zhu Jingzong was ready, he immediately closed his eyes.

This closure is a quarter of an hour, but Zhu Jingzong beside him is in a hurry, he wants to ask but doesn't dare to disturb, he wants to move his body, and he is afraid that it will affect the ceremony later, and his heart is up and down.

Zhu Jingliang sat on the side and crossed Erlang's legs, saw the two younger brothers standing motionless in front of the incense burner table, looked at the clock on the wall, and began to have a trace of impatience on his face.

If you say that you want to draw a talisman, it will become a ceremony to enter the door.

Although Brother Tian seems to have two brushes, there is something going on.

But don't you know how to hurry?

What are you doing with your eyes closed now?

Just as Zhu Jingliang wanted to speak, Zhu Jingtian, who suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and asked Zhu Jingzong: "Zhu Jingzong, do you remember your birthday?" ”

Zhu Jingzong was worried in his heart, and he had been waiting for him to wake up, and when he heard this, he thought about it carefully in his mind, and replied in a moment: "I was born at 7:50 in the evening in 1981, October 6, what's wrong?" ”

"It's important, you just know it."

"I know for sure, I have a good memory, and I even know your birthday. You were born at 9:09 a.m. in 1982, September 9, aren't you? Am I amazing? ”

"Okay, be serious, don't be poor, let's get started."

The two confirmed each other's eyes, Zhu Jingtian crossed his hands and folded them together, sixteen centimeters away from his nose, leaned forward, and read in his mouth: "Disciple Zhu Jingzong, today I vow to learn talismans in front of all immortals, Taoist ancestors, and sacred, so as to protect oneself, protect one's family, town's house, save the world, help others, and do good."

In the future, the disciples will be loyal and filial, benevolent, and always good, and will never act against the sky. May all the immortals, gods, and bless the disciples wish Jingzong success in learning the Fa, and the spiritual runes drawn are miraculous, radiant, and bless the common people.

The vow

Zhu Jingzong, 1981, October 6, was born at 7:50 p.m.

In front of the incense burner table in the hall, Zhu Jingtian said a word, and Zhu Jingzong followed with a sentence, the posture seemed to be like going to the battlefield, between strokes, not to look good, but at least to be able to recognize it.

Zhu Jingzong thinks so anyway.

I wish Sedum to see it, I just want to appeal, there is no one writing this brush!

"Xiaotian, I'm done writing, there are several words that can't be written, you can write them." 、

After Zhu Jingzong finished writing, he touched the brush that had become uniquely textured, put it back on the inkstone, and threw the yellow paper to Zhu Jingtian for inspection.

A minute passed, and after Zhu Jingtian ghostwrote, a complete oath was presented in front of the two of them.

The oath is written all over a whole sheet of yellow paper, carefully spread out and placed on the incense burner table, the pen and ink on the paper are scarlet, the handwriting font is of different sizes, and the fine particles of cinnabar adhere to it, which is very untidy.

But the yellow light that flowed from time to time indicated that this oath was successful, and only one last step was needed to end the ceremony.

"As long as you make a mudra here, no matter whether you succeed or fail, whether the heavenly gods accept you as a disciple or not, you are all a member of the Dao Gate." Zhu Jingtian pointed to the yellow paper and smiled slightly.

"As long as I press it, I'll be a ghost catcher?" Zhu Jingzong's expression became excited, and his two gurgling eyes shot out a bright light, and it seemed that there was nothing more interesting and happy than this.

"Yes, but you have to bite your finger and draw it with blood." Zhu Jingtian put his hands behind his back, pretending to be an old man, and smiled slightly.

In this regard, Zhu Jingzong didn't notice it at all, and when he heard that he was going to bite his fingers, he raised his hands and looked left and right, he didn't know which finger to bite, so he turned his head and wanted him to give advice.