Wake up from practice in the early morning.

"Yifang, take a shower and change clothes. In the morning, I officially accept you as my disciple."

Zhang Yifang was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to show his joy. He looked at Zhang Daoran into the temple with a tense face.

After rushing into his room, taking out the brand new Taoist robe that he had never worn, Zhang Yifang rushed out of the Taoist temple.

After finishing his washing, Zhang Yifang wore a brand new Taoist robe. Under Cheng Yiyan's envious gaze, he entered the kitchen, then rushed out again, changed into an old Taoist robe and started cooking: "After cooking, I have to take a shower again, change into a new Taoist robe. I had known to cook first and then go to take a shower."

"Senior brother, I... why don't I have a Taoist robe?"

Cheng Yiyan didn't know whether he envied Zhang Yifang for changing into new clothes or for wearing a new Taoist robe. He asked with anticipation: "When will I be able to wear Taoist robe?"

"Don't worry, junior brother, the teacher will definitely be prepared."

Zhang Yifang comforted him and entered the kitchen to start making breakfast. Breakfast is very simple, including steamed buns, pickles, and lotus seed porridge.

After making breakfast soon, Zhang Daoran walked out of the room: "You eat first, I'll go down the mountain."

Zhang Daoran didn't wait for Zhang Yifangcheng to react, and took a step away and disappeared.

"Is Taoist priest a god?"

Zhang Daoran suddenly disappeared, Cheng Yiyan asked in surprise.

"The teacher is not a god, it's almost the same..." Zhang Yifang really doesn't know whether Zhang Daoran is a god. Zhang Daoran seems to be able to do anything, and in Zhang Yifang's heart is no different from a god.

"Junior brother, let's have breakfast, oh, go call your dad..."

Zhang Yifang held steamed buns and pickles, placed them on the stone table, returned to the kitchen to bring out the lotus seed porridge, and saw Cheng Wuhui walking out of the door listlessly: "Where is the Taoist priest?"

"The teacher has gone down the mountain, let's have breakfast for the layman."

Cheng Wuhui could not eat anything, and he almost didn't fall asleep last night. The more he saw Zhang Daoran's various magical abilities, the more he wanted to know what the opportunity in front of Zhang Daoran was.

But Zhang Daoran seemed to have forgotten this matter and did not mention it at all.

After breakfast, Zhang Yifang cleaned up the dishes. Cheng Yiyan wanted to comfort his father, but shouted a few times. Cheng Wuhui pouted and entered the kitchen without any response. However, when he saw Lao Lang and Da Long, Cheng Yiyan would bypass it. Obviously, the Lao Lang and Da Long were very fierce last night, and Cheng Yiyan felt scared.

After Zhang Yifang finished packing the dishes, he made food for Dalong and Laolang. Following Zhang Yifang, he approached Dalong and Laolang again. Cheng Yiyan put down his fear and rode Laolang around the yard.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Daoran returned to the Taoist temple at around nine o'clock.

Zhang Yifang was very curious. In the past two hours, what Zhang Daoran did down the mountain, so he opened his mouth and did not ask. Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand, and a Taoist robe appeared in his hand. In addition to the Taoist robe, there was also close-fitting clothes. There was a yellow crown on the Taoist robe: "Yifang, take Yiyan to take a shower and change into the Taoist robe."

Zhang Daoran walked back to his room and walked out of the room until it was almost eleven o'clock before entering the temple. After walking out of the temple, Zhang Daoran suddenly smiled: "Yifang, I thought I would not have witnesses. Go to the Taoist temple gate to welcome all the fellow Taoists and all the pilgrims..."

Zhang Daoran took out the general map of the formation and closed the formation.

In about half an hour, there were no less than dozens of people coming from the Taoist temple, including only seven or eight Taoist priests, and the rest were basically villagers of Lizhuang Village.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, praying for blessings and lighting lamps is an indispensable part of Chinese civilization. There was no day to open the mountain gate, just because the disciple Zhang Daoran also hoped to have witnesses.

"I don't know how to pay homage to Zhang Zhenren."

Liu Congdao, the master of Qingcheng, bowed with fists and his attitude was very respectful.

"I don't want to pay homage to Zhang Zhenren..."

"I don't want to pay homage to Zhang Zhenren, Shangqing Gong Hengxuanzi,"

Except for these three old Taoist cultivators, the remaining Taoist priests were all young Taoist priests who followed the elders and bowed with fists.

"I have seen fellow Taoists..." Zhang Daoran turned around and hugged dozens of villagers: "I have seen all lay Buddhists."

"Today, I will accept disciples and Zhang Yifang as the founding disciple. I will also be a witness to you. If you have any questions, you can talk about them after I accept disciples..."

Zhang Daoran walked into the temple, Zhang Yifang stood on the left in front of the temple door, and Cheng Yiyan stood on the right in front of the temple door. His pair of smart eyes looked curiously at the crowded crowd in the Taoist temple.

When seven or eight Taoist priests saw Zhang Yifang, a slight undisguised envy flashed in their eyes, and bowed to Zhang Yifang: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist, for joining the disciple of Zhang Zhenren."

Zhang Yifang hurriedly saluted. After Zhang Daoran entered the temple, Zhang Yifang bowed slightly to the temple, but did not stand up, and said aloud: "The teacher inherits the Three Pure Ones, practices the world. The Tao is in his heart, and is good at spreading it to the world."

The disciple-taking ceremony officially began. All the roads entered the temple. Zhang Yifang pulled Cheng Yiyan into the temple. The villagers wanted to enter the temple, but unfortunately the temple was not big. The Taoist priests were already a little crowded when they entered the temple, so they could only look out to the temple.

In the temple, Zhang Daoran twisted incense in his hand, bowed deeply, inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, and performed three bows and nine kowtows to the statue of the Three Pure Spirits: "Zhang Daoran, the descendant of the Three Pure Spirits, welcomed the gods, and opened an altar to teach disciples today, inherited the Dharma lineage, prayed to the ancestors to witness the oath, and blessed the new disciples, have a constant heart of Taoism, practice Taoism and cultivate virtue, and carry forward the good thoughts of the masters."

Zhang Daoran stood up, took out a scroll, opened it slowly, and said aloud: "When you enter my Sanqing Sect, you must uphold the Tao, focus on the Tao, and practice Taoism forever. You must not deceive your teachers, do not betray your teachers, and do not humiliate your classmates. You must not do evil, you must have a good intention. Zhang Yifang, you can remember it."

Qing Xuan Hengxuan and Liu Congdao looked at each other, and were surprised: "Zhang Zhenren accepted disciples and did not worship the ancestor Zhang Daoling's Heavenly Master, but only worshipped the Three Pure Ones. It seems that he wants to set up a new branch and get rid of the Zhengyi Dao."

Zhang Yifang stepped forward, knelt in front of the statue of the Three Pure Spirits, clasped his fists and raised them between his eyebrows. Recalling the teachings before the morning practice, Zhang Daoran said loudly: "Disciple Zhang Yifang is dedicated to the Tao, respects his teachers as his father, unites with his classmates. He has good hearts and preaches the world."

Zhang Yifang did not get up and knelt in front of Zhang Daoran for three bows and nine bows: "Disciple Zhang Yifang, pay homage to Master!"

Zhang Daoran took out a Taoist sutra from his arms: "The token of this sect is the Taoist sutra. From now on, I will give you the name Zhang Yifang to be the great disciple of my Taoist! "

Zhang Yifang took the Taoist scriptures, and Zhang Daoran stood up: "Follow me to pay homage to the ancestor..."

Zhang Daoran was in front and Zhang Yifang was behind, kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times. The ceremony of apprenticeship was considered to be completed.

"Congratulations to Zhenren Zhang for accepting good disciples and inheriting his legacy!"

All the Taoists congratulated Zhang Daoran, and Zhang Daoran returned a bow: "Zhang Yifang first entered the Taoist sect, and then walked between the mountain gates of the same Taoist sect. If you don't understand anything, I hope you will forgive me."

"I dare not, I dare not!" Zhu Dao turned around and bowed to Zhang Yifang: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist, you must be the master of the master. From then on, you can practice Taoism forever and live in the immortals."

"Thank you fellow Taoist!"

Zhang Yifang quickly returned the gift with a smile on his face.

Zhang Daoran walked up to Cheng Yiyan and touched Cheng Yiyan's little head: "I will give you a name and your surname is still your original surname. Now, I will be my Taoist boy. Don't be rude to others in the future. I will meet you fellow Taoists."

Cheng Yiyan's small body was very eye-catching among the crowd. He clasped his fists with his hands in a good manner: "I have seen fellow Taoists, I am not here to greet Cheng Yiyan."

This is what Cheng Yiyan just learned just now with Zhang Yifang Mountain Gate to welcome guests.

"I have seen a little fellow Taoist, and I will come to visit the mountain gate in the future. Do you don't want to block it outside the gate..."

This is a joke, Cheng Yiyan was at a loss and looked at Zhang Daoran. Zhang Daoran smiled slightly, held Cheng Yiyan's little hand, and walked out of the temple: "Today's New Year's Day, if all lay Buddhists have wishes, they can go to the temple to pray for blessings."

As he said that, Zhang Daoran said to the Taoists: "Fellow Taoists, if you have something to do, come with me..."
Chapter completed!