I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 2 Yang Guo is a little panicked

"Come in."

Zhao Zhijing agreed, and his disciples filed in, standing on both sides according to the time they entered. Those who could not stand waited outside the door.

There were fifteen direct disciples in total. Except for those who temporarily went down the mountain to do some work or those who were in the main hall today, the remaining ten were all present.

At this time, the Quanzhen Sect had been preaching throughout the world for more than 50 years since it was founded by "Zhong Shentong" Wang Chongyang in Mount Zhongnan, and had many believers.

The second generation of disciples are the famous Seven Sons of Quanzhen. Although one of them, Tan Chuduan, has been killed by "The Poison of the West" Ouyang Feng, the remaining six are still famous throughout the world.

The three generations of disciples, Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing, Zhang Zhiguang, Cui Zhifang, Li Zhichang and others, although none of them could be considered a first-rate master in the martial arts world, they managed to make the Quanzhen Sect flourish and pass on its tradition.

Because the founder Wang Chongyang devoted his life to resisting the Jin Dynasty and expelling the Hu invaders, countless kind-hearted and righteous people in the world followed his lead and joined.

When the Quanzhen Sect was at its peak, the total number of disciples below the third generation, including direct disciples, second-generation disciples, outer disciples, nominal disciples and branches, was as high as 60,000 to 70,000.

Therefore, both the Mongols and the Southern Song Dynasty were wary of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing was the best among the three generations of disciples and also the most powerful in martial arts. Naturally, he had more disciples because he was more capable.

Otherwise, when Guo Jing went up the mountain this time, Qiu Chuji would not have allowed Yang Guo to become Zhao Zhijing's disciple.

However, Guo Jing was simple and upright, and Qiu Chuji had a high opinion of himself. They had never considered that given Zhao Zhijing's original character, how could he treat Yang Guo well after he and his disciple Lu Qingdu lost face in front of the whole sect?
While Zhao Zhijing was thinking, he identified the disciples inside and outside the house one by one according to their appearance in his memory, so as to avoid making a fool of himself by mixing up the names of the disciples.

As a master, he did not speak a word, and all the disciples waited in silence, not daring to breathe.

It was not until he reached the end of the team and his eyes fell on the boy of about thirteen or fourteen that he slowly nodded.

This child must be Yang Guo. Although he is still young, he already has delicate features and a handsome face, with a lively look in his eyes.

No wonder in this life, Xiaolongnu, Wanyan Ping, the sisters Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, Gongsun Lue'e, and even Guo Xiang, who was nearly 20 years younger than him, all fell in love with him.

As far as I can remember, in the earliest version of the novel, Yang Guo was described as having a strange body odor that was irresistible to any woman.

Not only Li Mochou, but even Huang Rong could hardly control herself. She can be said to be the earliest succubus character.

But in this life, if you still have a destiny with Xiaolongnu, as your master, I will naturally not stop you. As for other women, don’t waste their lives any longer.

Don't pick it if you don't want to eat it.

"Yang Guo, come here."

Zhao Zhijing shouted softly. Yang Guo, who was secretly looking around, heard his name being called. He thought that this stinky Taoist priest with a big nose was definitely going to make trouble, just to get back the bad feeling of making a fool of himself in Chongyang Palace that day.

Zhao Zhijing saw him dawdling and coming closer reluctantly, but he did not urge him.

Although he later became a hero of The Return of the Condor Heroes and even the "Western Madman", one of the new generation of Five Great Masters, he still has the mentality of a teenager and cannot hide his thoughts in front of adults.

"Master, let me ask you, why are you still wearing the clothes you wore when you went up the mountain, and not the Taoist robes?"

Although it was an inquiry, Zhao Zhijing's tone was calm and he did not mean to punish or blame anyone.

But when Yang Guo heard it, it had a completely different meaning.

"Okay, so you were waiting for me here. You stinky Taoist priest, you've been lying dead on the bed. No one has taken care of me these past two days. Where did you get the Taoist robe?"

“It’s obvious that he is looking for trouble on purpose so as to find an excuse to cause trouble to me.” Yang Guo cursed in his heart but didn’t dare to say it out loud. He just lowered his head and kept silent.

It turned out that after joining the Quanzhen Sect that day, the original body Zhao Zhijing was hit by two jade bee needles in a fight with the maid of Xiaolongnu of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and had been recuperating in seclusion for the past two days.

The other fellow disciples, led by Lu Qingdu, knew that Guo Jing, who brought Yang Guo to the mountain, had broken the Big Dipper Formation presided over by their master, causing their master to be reprimanded by several ancestors, so they all excluded Yang Guo.

It was just that the master was recuperating from his injuries, so they didn't dare to make trouble, but they were always excluded and ignored.

So apart from having a barely place to stay, no one cared about Yang Guo's practice, eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating.

When you are hungry, go to the kitchen and ask for a steamed bun or eat some leftovers; when you are thirsty, find a well and fetch water.

Fortunately, when Yang Guo was wandering in Jiaxing, he had already gotten used to living alone. He was happy to be free and easy without anyone to watch over him. He just hoped that the vicious and stinky Taoist priest would suffer in bed for a few more days.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Yang Guo's expression and could guess almost exactly what was going on, so he asked other disciples instead.

"Qingdu, Qingxing, why is it that while the master is recuperating in his room for two days, are you guys also going to rest with him?"

Lu Qingdu, Liu Qingxing and other disciples originally thought that their master was going to cause trouble for Yang Guo, but they did not expect that he would suddenly ask them about it. They looked at each other in panic.

"To reply to Master, it is my fault for not bringing Junior Brother Yang to know the rules of the mountain."

Zhao Zhijing didn't mean to blame them. After all, he was still a man of his own making. It was just necessary to give them a proper beating to prevent them from forming cliques and factions and ostracizing their fellow disciples.

If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked. If the master is biased in his behavior, how can he convince his disciples?

"That's all."

"Qingdu and Qingxing, you two have taken turns serving me these past two days. I think you were negligent."

“Qingzhi, remember to find two Taoist robes that fit Yang Guo and wash them. Also, explain the morning and evening classes, washing, eating, and other rules of the sect.”

Zhang Qingzhi bowed and responded, "Yes, Master, I understand."

Yang Guo watched from the side as Zhao Zhijing was lifted up and put down with great care. Not only did he ask someone to find him some clean clothes, but he also asked someone to familiarize him with the environment in the sect. He looked like he was accepting the request naturally and sincerely. Yang Guo couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"This Taoist priest was so fierce before, and it seemed like he wanted to slap me to death. How come he suddenly changed his nature after lying in bed for two days?"

Just as Yang Guo was about to think positively, scenes of him being bullied by Guo Fu, the Wu brothers, and the blind old bat on Peach Blossom Island suddenly flashed through his mind, and he instantly became wary.

"No, this guy might have some evil plan, but he wants me to let my guard down first, so that it will hurt more when I fall!"

Thinking of this, he swallowed back half of the "Thank you, Master" that he was about to say, and it passed vaguely on his lips, and he became a little more alert in his heart.

Fortunately, he is no longer the same Zhao Zhijing as before, otherwise Yang Guo would have to be severely punished just for his disrespect for his teacher.

"It's getting late today. You should go to bed early after dinner. And tell the brothers who are not here."

"Tomorrow morning, after the morning class in the main hall is over, go to the side hall and wait after dinner. I will test your lessons over the past few days."

After arranging the matters at hand, Zhao Zhijing gave a few admonitions and reminded Yang Guo separately not to wander around before letting everyone go back.

(End of this chapter)