Dasha is happy to enter the door.

Uncle Feng found a good apprentice.

Meng Fan was happy for the two.

As for jealousy? Half a point no.

After all, it's not that I don't have a master to teach, I have high ability and be good to myself, and I don't know what to repay with it.

What's more, Uncle Feng has already stated that he will pass on what he has learned all his life to them, although the ancestors of each family have different lineages, they all recite the "Shangqing Dadong True Scripture", so there is no so-called gateway view.

"Dasha, don't be restrained, you can eat how you want, there is not much red tape in this door."

"Thank you, Master, hehehe."

No matter what the future holds, there is no doubt that a happy event is coming now, and in the next period of time, everyone will be extremely busy, so Meng Fan pressed his mind and enjoyed the happy atmosphere.

Night.

The spacious room on the second floor, where you can see the courtyard from the window, Amin washed up briefly, came to Meng Fan's side, and looked curiously at the books in his hand.

"The zombies on here are ugly."

Listening to his girlfriend's disgusted voice, Meng Fan sighed and said helplessly:

"Ugly? This kind of traditional Qing Dynasty zombie with money rattail and wearing official uniform, I have always wanted to come across one and subdue it. ”

"You, why do you think about such a strange thing, if you can't touch it, it's not without danger to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Amin pointed to the zombie in the book, and sighed while applying a mask: "Alas, every time you go out on a mission, I have to be scared with it." ”

"What's there to be afraid of? Still don't believe in my ability. Meng Fan's tone was full of confidence, "It's a big deal, please ask the gods to go to the lower realm." ”

What's more, the people of Maoshan Dao died to save the common people, and the treatment was different from that of ordinary people who died due to various accidents.

Of course, he didn't say this in his heart.

For now, Meng Fan didn't even encounter a real life-and-death crisis, after all, he was guarded by the elders of the sect or the gods of the upper realm all the way.

Abbreviation: Shake people.

After all, there is only one life, and connections are also a kind of one's own ability, Meng Fan has only been in the Tao for two months, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible to kill those fierce and fierce dirty things.

Beside her, thinking of the mighty demeanor of the god general Zhou Cang in the Menggui Building, Amin instantly put her mind at ease, she just said casually, in fact, she still believed in her boyfriend very much.

"Then you must pay attention to safety in the future, if you encounter a tricky eucalyptus, remember to ask Master Zhong to go out of the mountain."

After admonishing him, Amin took Meng Fan to accompany him to read "Maoshan Evil Cure Secret Book"

"Hey, you've been reading this book for nearly a month, haven't you finished reading it yet?"

"It's still in the zombie chapter, and there are Gu poison chapters, medical skills, and evil exorcism chapters ...... behind."

As he spoke, Meng Fan closed the secret book and chatted with his girlfriend.

At midnight.

Listening to the sound of Amin's even breathing next to him, he sat up silently, meditating to fill the mana gap left by the previous battle with the coffin.

Tomorrow morning, after Dasha gets started, what kind of spell will the master teach you?

Soon, Meng Fan didn't have the heart to think about this, he entered a state of forgetting about things and himself, filling the mana gap at a speed that he usually didn't dare to imagine.

Time passes slowly.

Sunlight shines through the windows.

Amin rolled over and continued to fall asleep.

After all, she is not a member of the Daomen, so she can't participate in the ceremony, at most she can only stand by and watch the ceremony, and the Qimen Dunjia technique taught later can't be practiced, so it's better to rest-

It's only seven o'clock now, and if you are in the city, many people are still asleep, enjoying a rare vacation.

Because of this, after Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes, he didn't make a sound, even though he was very shocked in his heart.

On the night of the murder of the coffin spirit, he breathed for a long time, and only recovered about half of it by taking the first wisps of purple qi at sunrise.

When I was in my villa the night before, I also breathed for a while, and I recovered almost half of my peak.

And last night, in the second half of the night to be precise, his state turned out to be full, and there was a slight surplus.

This...... Merit and body protection?

It is true that the coffin spirit is very fierce, but it is impossible for the Heavenly Dao to rain down so many merits.

To be reasonable, it is not as strong as the Jiuju Demon Girl, and the evil things it does are not as many as the Demon Girl.

Subconsciously, Meng Fan looked at the extra jade pendant on his neck, and became more and more grateful to Uncle Feng in his heart, this thing is worthy of being a treasure that can accompany the Taoist for a lifetime, it is really wonderful, waiting for his own exploration and development.

With this mentality, Meng Fan took a light step, took the clean robe in the suitcase, and went downstairs to bathe and change clothes.

In any case, Dasha's worship into the Taoist Gate is a major event in his life, which will involve all aspects, as a friend and Taoist friend, it should be solemn and serious.

"Morning, senior brother."

The thatched and bamboo-built bathroom, built at the back of the house, had no metal sprinkler heads, and instead was half a large yellow gourd, which was placed horizontally, and the sound of water was heard.

"Early."

After saying hello to Jin McGee, Meng Fan entered the compartment next to him, which was large enough for three people to wash at the same time, and there was no need to huddle together.

It's also quite mysterious, when he takes off his clothes and stands under the gourd, the water automatically falls, like the kind of induction sprinkler in the era of advanced technology.

"Senior brother, did you meditate last night?"

"Well, not only has the mana been restored, but it is also about three hundred wisps more than before."

Listening to the voice next door, Jin McGee's smile froze, and he said helplessly: "I have only grown more than a hundred wisps, less than two hundred ......."

"Beware of arrogance and rashness, many predecessors of the Daomen are thick and thin."

Meng Fan didn't expect to answer casually, and he hit his junior brother, so he had to take his seniors as an example.

And Kim McKee was also accustomed to the excellence of his senior brother, and after a little emotion, he led the topic to business.

Since he came to Dongpingzhou, he must be looking forward to learning more demon-subduing methods from Uncle Feng's side, and the two of them imagined it together.

Then, change into a robe and silently recite the mantra of purifying the heart.

Not much.

The two of them came to the main hall with solemn expressions.

In addition to the portrait of that Ge Tianshi, there is also a tablet, needless to say, it is Uncle Feng's mentor.

Below, Meng Fan and his junior brother are not the main masters, after offering incense to Ge Tianshi and his predecessors in turn, they silently watched the ceremony and watched Dasha worship and enter the Daomen.

In the past, when this guy was roaming the rivers and lakes in Thailand, a senior monk went out to greet him, hoping that he could be a temple protector, but he was robbed of a Buddhist card.

Now Dasha is willing to become a disciple of Maoshan, which shows that he is actually related to Taoism.

Three salutes and nine knocks.

Serve tea to the teacher.

"Remember, in the future, you must not be a traitor, but you must be sincere and good, and abide by the right path."

"Yes, master."

Dasha is not really stupid, so he naturally knows the stakes and nods solemnly.

"In this case, come with me, have morning tea first, and then go to the low mountain next to us, and then we will start practicing."

Uncle Feng, who had completed the apprenticeship ceremony, did not delay the time, his robes fluttered, and he led the three of them towards the courtyard.

There was a table set up there, a pot of porridge, a few small dishes, but the four of them ate with relish.