The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 139: Opening the Gate and Accepting Disciples

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Xuanzhen Temple opened its gates and the day to accept disciples had finally arrived, and on that day, Baisha City was extremely lively.

……

In Baisha City, in the east of the city, in a dilapidated courtyard.

"Er Gou, Er Gou, let's go begging.

It's very busy outside today, we will definitely be able to get more food, and maybe some kind-hearted people will give us a few copper coins."

The person who spoke was a sloppy beggar, about forty years old, but he had lost his right leg and his left hand was broken.

The only way to move was to hold a cane under his armpit. Every time he walked, he hopped and jumped, which looked extremely difficult.

This guy actually had a good family background before, but after the war between Wenxiang Temple and Yunya Sword Sect in Baisha City, he became one of the unlucky ones.

I don’t know which master slashed out with a sword, but it collapsed his house and almost buried his entire family.

He was the only one left, and his arms and legs were crushed and then necrotic, so they had to be removed.

He was by no means an isolated case in that war. All we can say is that he was born optimistic and never complained even though he was disabled.

However, when he knocked on the door, he was stunned.

"Ergou, what are you doing? What is this?"

Today, Ergou took off his beggar's clothes and put on a set of blue clothes. Although it was washed white, it was clean and tidy.

The ashes on his face were all washed away, revealing a fairly handsome face, but the frost on his face could not be concealed.

As he walked, he limped, as if one of his legs was weak.

Ergou smiled at the young man and said, "Today, I am going to Xuanzhen Temple to attend the ceremony, so I have to dress better."

"Attending the ceremony? You?"

The disabled middle-aged man didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Er Gou, Er Gou, I know you are arrogant, but is that the Xuanzhen Temple's disciple-recruiting ceremony?
At our age and status, do you think it is appropriate for us to go?"

"Others may not be suitable, but if I go, it must be possible."

As he said this, the young man named Ergou started to take a step forward. Although he was not walking very fast and seemed to be lame, he took each step very steadily.

"Yes, my name is not Ergou, my last name is Gu, and my name is Gu Pingchuan."

"Once upon a time, someone promised me that as long as I could come to Baisha City and wait until Xuanzhen Temple opened its doors to accept disciples, he would allow me the qualification to enter and a chance!"

The disabled middle-aged man grabbed Gu Pingchuan and asked, "Who? Who is so powerful that he would promise you a place as a disciple?

I am considered a well-informed person in Baisha City, but how come I don't know who has the ability to get in through the back door to the temple master?

Ergou, don't let yourself be fooled, okay? "

Ergou smiled and said, "No, no, because the person who promised me was Master Chu!"

As he said this, he had already walked out of the courtyard and headed towards Xuanzhen Temple in the north of the city, leaving the disabled middle-aged man with a look of disbelief on his face.

However, Gu Pingchuan, who had left, suddenly popped up again and said, "Big Dog, thank you for taking care of me during this period. You should live well first.

"When I enter Xuanzhen Temple, I will arrange a place for you to live when I come back. Remember this!"

"Oh, alright!"

Ergou left again, but the disabled middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "Then you must come back to find me!"

"Will do!"

Er Gou, whose real name is Gu Pingchuan, is the young master of Xiangyun Hall in Hongtu City. He exchanged his life and a promise for a copy of "Xiangyun Collection" and meteorite from outer space.

But the test Chu Zhou gave him was to let him walk to Baisha City by himself.

So, after entering Anyue City with Chu Zhou, he immediately left the team and begged all the way, almost walking one step at a time, back to Hongtu City, to Sanhe Town, and to Baisha City.

Along the way, it is hard to imagine how such a once spoiled person got through it.
He had to avoid being hunted down by the Foundry Gate and the Iron Horse Hall, he had to beg for food, he had to avoid disaster, he had to measure the distance with his footsteps, and he had to fight against his own weakness as he walked.

It was an experience almost like hell, but he got through it, walking step by step to the White Sand City.

He could have gone to the docks, construction sites, restaurants, and hotels. Although his legs and feet were left with sequelae, he could still find a job.

But he didn't. In order to avoid possible pursuit by the Iron Horse Hall and the Casting Sect, he still mingled with the humblest beggars, just to wait for this day.

Then, today, he finally waited!

……

On the highway, pedestrians were rushing towards Xuanzhen Temple like a tide, filling the entire road. It was so crowded that one could not see the end.

Almost all of them were parents with their children, some with just one, some with three or five. Most of them were in their teens, their eyes full of expectations.

In the middle of the road, a carriage was moving forward with the crowd, followed by many people carrying boxes.

Sitting in the middle of the carriage was an old man with white hair and beard. Although he was very old, his muscles were full and his skin still had a radiant glow.

That’s right, Old Master Zhan from the Zhan family.

Initially, it was he who thought of sending the family disciples to Xuanzhen Temple. He felt that as long as they were on this ship, the family would surely have a chance to prosper.

But who would have thought that this 'ship' would grow so fast that before he could even react, it had already attracted so many people's attention.

And then, we have the present moment. So many people have come in droves, but Xuanzhen Temple only needs three hundred outer disciples.

I also don’t know how Xuanzhen Temple selects its disciples and what the requirements are.
Thinking of this, he slightly opened his eyes and saw that there were more than five young people of all ages squeezed in the carriage.

"You guys, you must perform well!"

"Yes, ancestor, don't worry!"

...White Sand City,
Inside the government office.

Chief Clerk Gu Xianming complained, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, why are you so late?"

"Sorry, sorry, it took so long, I'm so sorry!"

County Magistrate Zhao Yuanwai ran up to them panting, and after stopping, he even had to rely on the chief clerk Gu Xianming to stand steadily.

"Who knew there were so many people outside? I miscalculated, miscalculated!"

Gu Xianming didn't mind supporting him. He just looked at the two teenagers following behind him and asked, "Who are these two?"

"Oh, I just adopted a son and I plan to send him to Xuanzhen Temple. I want to see if the temple master is willing to give him some face and teach him martial arts."

"Godson?"

Gu Xianming's voice became three points sharper, and he said: "Master Zhao, you are going too far, is there anyone who would adopt a godson?
If we really enter Xuanzhen Temple, are we sending our children to Xuanzhen Temple to learn martial arts? Or is Xuanzhen Temple helping you train masters?

Is this too much?”

"Did the abbot say no? If the abbot didn't say no, it means it's okay. I sent two fake disciples to learn martial arts, what's wrong with that?
Moreover, I brought a generous gift to become your disciple."

Mr. Zhao stood up straight, looked at Gu Xianming with sidelong eyes, and asked, "Don't tell me you are not prepared?"

Gu Xianming grinned and said, "Of course, I just didn't expect it to be played like this?"

Mr. Zhao asked back, "I remember your child isn't that old, right? He shouldn't be old enough, right?"

"So I picked a few from my uncles' houses. I just hope they can be more capable and not be rejected!"

"How many? How many did you say?"

Mr. Zhao grasped the key point and asked, "How many exactly?"

"Five!"

"Five? Why so many? You're still criticizing me. No, are you qualified to criticize me?"

Gu Xianming was a little embarrassed: "I just want to have more, so that the chances will be greater, and the master of the temple didn't say that I can't have more!"

"You are crueler than me!"

"What are you talking about? Why are you chatting so enthusiastically?"

County lieutenant Wang Fugui walked in. He was even more exaggerated. Behind him, more than a dozen young men rushed in. Each of them was dressed in fine clothes and had a bit of military spirit in their steps.

Zhao Yuanwai and Gu Xianming looked at each other and said almost in unison: "County Lieutenant, you are not going to go to all of these later ones, are you?"

"Of course, let's just go for it. The worst that can happen is that I will be rejected. It doesn't matter!"

What he said seemed to be a matter of course. When County Magistrate Zhao Yuanwai looked at the two fake sons of the army behind him, he felt that it was not so attractive.

"Yes, we have been here for such a long time, why hasn't the county lord shown up yet?"

"Yeah, it's been so long, it won't be good if it's any later."

As they were still struggling, the constable standing guard spoke up and asked, "Are you waiting for the county lord?"

"Do you know the news?"

"The county magistrate left before daybreak and took away all the clerks in the government office.

Now, I guess we have already arrived at Xuanzhen Temple."

"Ha ha……"

This time, an idea popped up in the minds of the three people. How could the county magistrate have such a lack of martial ethics and actually go so early?
"What about now?"

"Nonsense, let's go, hurry up!"

……

Xuanzhen concept,
It was quite busy at this time.

It cannot be said that Xuanzhen Temple was not prepared. In fact, within this month, Fan Zhong and the others were so busy that they had no time to rest.

On the one hand, they had to select personnel, arrange food and lodging, and ensure that the three hundred outer disciples would have a place to live, food to eat, a bathroom to wash, a classroom to study literature, and a square to practice martial arts...

All of these require not only preparation, but also complete planning and design.

Even though a contingency plan had been made before the expansion of Xuanzhen Temple, when the time really came, there were still shortages here and there.

On the other hand, the reception, recording, screening and rating of today's visitors must be done well. We are facing the issue of whether the outer disciples will stay or go in the future, so we must be extremely cautious.

Therefore, in the entire Xuanzhen Temple, except for the Taoist Qingjing who specifically dealt with the corpse of the viper, no one else escaped.

Even all the fields, shops, tenants, shopkeepers, and waiters under Xuanzhen Temple had been conscripted into the army.

Even if they are useless, they can put on Xuanzhen Temple's clothes and maintain order.

Wei Jinkui was in charge of external affairs, Xu Cheng and the other three were responsible for their own tasks respectively, and Fan Zhong was in charge of coordination. They really made full use of all the resources they could.

But even so, there were too many people coming, so many that it was beyond imagination.

……

The top of Songfeng Mountain.

Chu Zhou looked at the dark crowd below, and couldn't help but get goose bumps as if he were an ant.

But he still turned around and looked at Ji Mingqian who was smiling beside him, and said: "This time, I really need the help of the county lord. If it weren't for the clerks you brought with you, my place would be packed."

Ji Mingqian was not modest. He just looked down and said with emotion: "Master, this is the most lively scene in Baisha County. I just hope that there will be such a day every year in the future."

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