A post-apocalyptic female soul travels back to the War of Resistance against Japan

Cheng Ying was intrigued. She looked at her father and realized that this book was no ordinary object. It turned out that such a wonderful thing still existed in this era.

Lin Zeyang hesitated for a moment, then pulled Cheng Ying aside and said, "Tong'er, you've already taken on a divine master. If you take on this Taoist priest as your master as well, won't your divine master have any objections?"

Cheng Ying shook her head and said with a smile, "Father, don't worry, Master won't blame me. He dotes on me too much. These two masters don't conflict at all."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zeyang thought that since there was no conflict, having another master would mean having one more person to protect his daughter. He supported it as long as it was beneficial to his daughter.

After the father and daughter finished communicating, Cheng Ying immediately knelt down to the Taoist priest.

Lin Zeyang explained to Cheng Ying, "Daoist Master, let's just keep the ceremony simple for now. I will prepare a gift for Tong'er after the formal apprenticeship ceremony. I hope you won't mind!"

After receiving Cheng Ying's bow, the Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu laughed heartily, "Hahaha, good, good, what apprenticeship ceremony? No apprenticeship ceremony, just have an apprenticeship tea later. Now that you've kowtowed, the ceremony is complete."

Everyone was stunned by this dramatic scene. How did they end up becoming a disciple all of a sudden?

Everyone had the same thought: Didn't this niece already have a master? Why is she going to take on another one now?

Looking at his young disciple, the Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu smiled with satisfaction. He suddenly realized that his divination was correct. Although there had been some minor setbacks, the goal had been achieved.

Grand Preceptor Moyu solemnly handed the book in his hand to his young disciple, saying, "Disciple, this book is the legacy of our sect. I hope you can carry it forward and make it flourish. Remember that our sect is called Taixu Daocheng!"

Cheng Ying held the book, and the name on the book was "My Way of the Great Void".

Mo Yu continued, "Our mission in Taixu is to uphold justice, support the righteous path, and do good deeds. When our merits are complete, that will be the time for us to follow the righteous path. Do you understand, my disciple?"

Mo Yu was worried that his young apprentice was too young to understand what he was saying, and was about to explain when he heard Cheng Ying say, "Master, I understand!"

Mo Yu asked again, uncertainly, "Disciple, do you really understand? If there's anything you don't understand, your master can explain it to you."

Cheng Ying said helplessly but earnestly, "Master, I really understand. It just means that we, the people of this sect, should do more good deeds. When we accumulate enough merit, we can be promoted to Celestial Master!"

After being shocked, Grand Preceptor Mo Yu was overjoyed. It seemed that this disciple was very clever and quick-witted. Despite her young age, she had her own understanding of what he said, and she understood it very thoroughly.

Cheng Ying took out a cell phone from her sleeve pocket—actually, from her spatial storage—and respectfully handed it to her newly minted master with both hands.

“Master, this is a communicator that can make calls over long distances. This is my gift of gratitude as your disciple. I hope you will like it.”

Curious, the Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu took the phone, looking at it from left to right, unsure how to use it. Cheng Ying patiently explained the operation method to him.

Several of Lin Zeyang's classmates also gathered around curiously, looking at this novel gadget with great interest.

When everyone heard that this tiny device could communicate with someone thousands of miles away, they were all greatly shocked!

Such a treasure could not be found in the world. Lin Zeyang's classmates were too embarrassed to disturb Mo Yu and his apprentice, but they surrounded Lin Zeyang instead.

Lin Zeyang, puzzled, asked, "Brother Zhang, Brother Rufeng, Brother Xiao, Brother Chu, Brother Zichuan, what's going on here?"

The group looked at each other, and Xu Jinnian, the eldest, spoke on behalf of everyone, saying, "Brother Zeyang, are we still brothers?"

Lin Zeyang nodded and said, "Of course, that goes without saying!"

Xu Jinnian said, "Since we are brothers, why don't you share with us that precious treasure that my niece brought out—the one that can communicate even from a thousand miles away?"

Lin Zeyang slapped his forehead in sudden realization—it was all about the cell phone!

Lin Zeyang quickly explained, "Brothers, it's not that I don't want to tell you or that I don't want to share, it's just that this phone is a treasure given to me by another master of my daughter. I wanted to share it with you all, but I don't have any!"

Lin Zeyang said, "Brothers, how about this? I'll ask the little girl if she has this kind of phone later, and if she does, I'll definitely let you know right away!"

After Lin Zeyang said that, his classmates were satisfied and let him go.

Lin Zeyang silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He felt that if he didn't agree to their request, he wouldn't be able to get back to his carriage.

And the Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu finally understood why Cheng Ying had fabricated a master; it was hard to explain how he could possess such a treasure!

How did this young apprentice come to possess such a rare treasure?

It wasn't important to him. Everyone has their own secrets, and besides, his little apprentice was clearly no ordinary child. If he could have some unknown opportunities, that was his own good fortune.