I Truly Have No Fate to Become a Disciple

Chen Ganliu didn't expose her and asked, "What's so exciting at the Chen family's place?"

The young girl giggled and said, "The Chen family village has been having trouble with a zombie recently. This family is the wealthiest, so they've hired a bunch of monks and Taoists to subdue the demons. Aren't you here to join the fun with your master too?"

Chen Ganliu had just broken through to Qi Refining Layer One, and his true qi was not yet under his complete control, nor could he conceal it invisibly. The girl knew that among the people hired by the Chen family, only those from the Spiritual Gate had some cultivation. Seeing that he was no ordinary person, she mistook him for a disciple of a Spiritual Gate Taoist.

The young girl was lively, but she spouted nonsense; eight or nine out of ten sentences she spoke were lies.

Chen Ganliu, reminded by the girl, vaguely recalled such an event.

In his previous life, after he transmigrated, he only wanted to study and gain fame to quickly escape his predicament. He copied seven or eight poems in one go, gaining widespread renown. In less than a month, he was noticed by a great scholar who personally visited him and took him to study elsewhere.

This event happened several years after he left his hometown, causing him to miss this particular storyline.

Calculating now, it should be that the monks and Taoists his father hired had some skill and dealt with the zombie, otherwise, his hometown would likely have been wiped out long ago.

After all, he had lived three lives and possessed vast miscellaneous knowledge. He responded with a few words, making the girl giggle charmingly.

However, being mistaken for a disciple of a Spiritual Gate Taoist made Chen Ganliu hesitate. How should he explain?

Having lived three lives and cultivated for two, he was naturally cautious. He hadn't explained before, and it wouldn't be easy to find a reason to explain now.

The girl's body suddenly stiffened. She glanced at the courtyard and said, "Your master has sensed me. I have to go."

Chen Ganliu couldn't help but ask, "Will we meet again?"

The girl, who was about to leave, paused her small figure and looked back with a smile. "I'm a Fox Immortal. Aren't you afraid I'll drain your vital blood?" "I'm leaving! There's nothing to meet again about."

Chen Ganliu blurted out, "Leaning on the railing, the day grows long. The short flute's heartless tune breaks my heart. If only I could be as light as a swallow, easily flying with the wind to your side."

The girl's body trembled slightly, then she soared into the air. Mid-flight, she stole a glance back, pondering the lines of poetry just spoken, and couldn't help but think to herself, "He's quite a talented young man."

With a few leaps, she vanished.

Chen Ganliu watched the girl disappear, feeling regret. He mused, "This girl must be a cultivator. I wonder if she'll take me as a disciple?"

He was contemplating whether the poem he had just copied was enough to leave an impression and how to explain his identity when he saw a young Taoist priest holding a horsetail whisk, arriving gracefully. He had a jade-like face, elegant and refined. Seeing Chen Ganliu in the tree, he smiled and asked, "Little brother, have you seen anyone pass by?"

Chen Ganliu replied, "I haven't seen anyone pass by."

"This is already within the courtyard walls, not a road. How could anyone pass by?"

The young Taoist priest chuckled inwardly, "I sensed a surge of true qi in this direction, there should have been a fellow cultivator passing by. I wonder how a trace of their energy leaked out." "However, this child is an ordinary person, so it's natural he didn't notice."

Chen Ganliu's heart suddenly stirred. He thought, "Right, that girl just said this young Taoist priest sensed her. Isn't this person quite skilled in the Tao?" "If I were to beg him to be my master, wouldn't it be easier to enter the path of cultivation?"

In his previous life, he hadn't found a good master. Seeing a cultivator in this life, he wanted to try his luck. Since the girl didn't work out, this Taoist priest would do. He immediately leaped down from the ground and shouted, "Daoist priest, you must be an immortal! Can you take me as a disciple?"

The young Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "I haven't graduated yet, so I can't take disciples."

He didn't want to get entangled with the child and turned to leave.

Chen Ganliu was very disappointed and sighed for a long time, thinking, "I truly have no fate to find a master."

The girl who had snatched Chen Ganliu's steamed bun stood on a grave, frowning slightly. She muttered to herself, "Someone is using evil arts to sacrifice and create a zombie. I should have dealt with it, but since the He Shan Sect's Spiritual Gate has arrived, let him do some of the work." "Hehe, that disciple from the Spiritual Gate is quite interesting and clever. It's a shame he's already taken a master, otherwise, I would have captured him to be a mountain-guarding boy."

The girl lightly stamped her foot, and the grave remained still. She didn't care, clapped her hands, and her figure flickered, disappearing in an instant.

Half an incense stick later, a muffled groan suddenly came from the grave. The grave soil churned, and a black-robed Taoist priest emerged. His chest and abdomen had a sunken area, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot with burning rage. However, his injuries were too severe. As soon as he emerged from the soil, he opened his mouth several times to curse, but only spat out large mouthfuls of blood, unable to utter a coherent sound.

The Spiritual Gate Taoist returned to the front yard and saw that the Chen family patriarch had already directed people to pile up dozens of bundles of firewood. He no longer thought about what had just happened and shouted loudly, "This zombie cannot move during the day, but it will come out at night to eat people. I will burn this evil creature with fire to save the Chen family village from disaster."

Sweat beaded on Chen Ganliu's father's forehead. He also secretly rejoiced that this Spiritual Gate Taoist was indeed capable. The other monks and Taoists were useless. He had gone out for a few rounds today and found the grave where the zombie was located. When he dug it up, he indeed unearthed a big one.

When the zombie tried to struggle, the Spiritual Gate Taoist casually unleashed a blast of Lightning Fire, and it became stiff and motionless. Then he had people move the zombie back to be burned to ashes in front of all the Chen family villagers.

The Spiritual Gate Taoist could tell that this zombie had a very deep cultivation. It should have been an evil creature refined by someone practicing evil arts, not naturally formed. He hadn't held out much hope for that blast of Lightning Fire. He had intended to strike first and then use his protective magic treasure, but he didn't expect this zombie to be so weak, becoming motionless after just one blast of Lightning Fire. He knew his mastery of lightning techniques was shallow and that he definitely couldn't blast this zombie. He was quite suspicious, but since things had come to this, he could only go with the flow.

Hearing that the zombie was to be burned, the onlookers from the village became even more excited.

The Spiritual Gate Taoist casually lit the pile of firewood with a Fire Talisman, which amazed the villagers once again.

The firewood ignited by the talisman burned brighter and brighter. Flames began to appear on the zombie's body, burning it and emitting a foul, unbearable odor.

Suddenly, a roar was heard. The zombie, which had already been ignited, convulsed all over. Its body curled like soft noodles, shaking incessantly, eerily, as if it wanted to leap up and harm people, causing the surrounding villagers to cry out in alarm and scatter.

After the villagers ran a distance away, they saw that the zombie seemed unable to get up no matter what. Their courage returned, and someone picked up a branch, wanting to poke it a few more times.

The Spiritual Gate Taoist frowned slightly but did not stop the villagers. He thought to himself, "This zombie's sudden agitation, I'm afraid the evil cultivator who refined it is using a secret method to control it." "This evil cultivator refined this zombie and let it harm people in the Chen family village. They will surely not abandon it just like this. They will likely make a move."

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