Chapter 1

"Today Wang Qi has learned the wall-penetrating technique."

The young man in the Taoist robe finished refining the last piece of black iron in his hand and muttered, "That's not how Pu Songling wrote it, is it?"

At the peak of Mount Laoshan, a wondrous place for immortals, the Supreme Clarity Palace, shrouded in a sea of clouds, was filled with the sound of "ding ding dang dang," shattering the picturesque scenery.

"What is he doing now?" A person who was engrossed in paper cutting whispered to his junior brother beside him.

His junior brother, dazed, watched his senior brother's mouth for a long time before finally understanding and helplessly waved his hand. It was a joke; he had only been on Mount Laoshan for a little over a month, how could he understand the profound and unfathomable skills of his senior brothers?

"Wang Qi."

The old Taoist master, sitting in a grand chair in the hall, expressionless and half-closed eyes, began to call out names in the order of their apprenticeship.

"Yes, Master!" Wang Qi, who was still exchanging glances with his senior brother, hurriedly stepped out of the crowd. There was nothing prepared on the table in front of him.

"Today is the final exam. Although you are a new disciple, you must perform well!" The old Taoist master encouraged him with a few words as usual, then asked, "Is your final exam technique the wall-penetrating technique?"

Wang Qi nodded obediently, thinking to himself that in over a month on Mount Laoshan, the old man had only taught him the wall-penetrating technique. Of course, he couldn't say that out loud. Wang Qi bowed and walked to the open space in the Supreme Clarity Palace, "I often see Master walking through walls effortlessly. If I can learn this technique, I will be content."

He silently recited the incantation and, with a deep breath, charged towards the wall of the Supreme Clarity Palace.

"Wait!" Just as Wang Qi's head was about to collide with the wall, the old Taoist master suddenly stopped him, waving his sleeve, "I forgot, the walls in this palace are enchanted. With your current cultivation, you can't break through them."

Wang Qi was relieved. If he had crashed into the wall...

This time, he didn't dare to run. He slowly approached the wall, recited the incantation, and stretched his head forward. Indeed, it was empty, as if the wall didn't exist. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing outside the Supreme Clarity Palace.

"Wall-penetrating technique, proficient." The old Taoist master, still half-closed his eyes, said casually.

"Great technique!" The young man in the Taoist robe's eyes lit up, and he clapped and cheered. If this technique were used properly, there would be few prisons in the world that could confine him. His eyes circled around the old Taoist master, wondering why he had never noticed that the old master always looked half-asleep.

Even when he wandered around the mountain with his eyes half-closed, he had never seen him bump his head on a wall.

After a few more junior brothers, the old Taoist master called out the young man in the Taoist robe's name: "Wu Kong, come out."

"I'm not a monkey," Wu Kong, the young man in the Taoist robe, thought, tears in his eyes, as he walked out from behind the table.

He straightened his hat, adjusted his clothes, and stepped forward. Wu Kong maintained his appearance, at least in front of his junior brothers, he couldn't lose the dignity of the chief disciple of the Laoshan Sect. At this moment, he was not fighting alone; Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun, and Zuo Lengchan stood behind him through the dimensions.

The old Taoist master called Wu Kong out and waited for him to report his final exam technique. However, unexpectedly, before Wu Kong could speak, the junior brothers on both sides swarmed him.

"Senior Brother, what is this?" a junior brother asked curiously.

On Wu Kong's hand were two exquisite black iron dolls, one male and one female, both with beautiful faces and figures.

Wu Kong smiled proudly, "Black iron dolls."

"Black iron dolls? Can they perform the Luohan Fist?" a voice asked from the side.

Wu Kong shook his head, "No."

"Can they recite the Tao Te Ching?"

"No."

"Then, can these dolls help you fight bad guys?"

Wu Kong's head sprouted three black lines. After following him for so many years, these junior brothers were still so innocent and cute.

"Truly rare, truly rare." After a moment of silent mourning for the future of the Laoshan Sect, Wu Kong pointed two fingers and cast a spell on the black iron dolls. The dolls immediately came to life, raising their hands and feet to perform a seductive dance.

The junior brothers stopped asking questions, their eyes wide open, staring at the black iron dolls in Wu Kong's hands, who finished dancing and started to engage in intimate acts.

After the old Taoist master wiped away his third nosebleed, Wu Kong's spell's power ran out, and the two black iron dolls were still entangled. The Taoists in the hall blushed but were unwilling to leave.

Some senior brothers who had been on the mountain for a long time even looked at the black iron dolls with longing, wishing they could replace Wu Kong and cast another spell.

"Cough, cough." The old Taoist master coughed loudly, scaring the junior brothers back to their tables. A few young junior brothers even clutched their robes to cover their lower bodies.

The old Taoist master's nose was almost twisted by his own hand, and he angrily said, "Wu Kong, is this what you have learned from me!"

Seeing the old Taoist master's anger, Wu Kong quickly bowed his head and said, "Yes."

The old Taoist master, seeing Wu Kong still dared to answer, was so angry that his eyes darted around, but he couldn't bring himself to hit him. He cared for his disciple and said, "Tell me, what have you learned over the years that makes you show off in the Supreme Clarity Hall?"

Wu Kong replied, "Since I was young, Master brought me to the mountain, and I built the Reading Hall in the back. I have always been grateful for Master's great kindness, diligently practicing the sect's techniques and spells without slacking off. In my free time, I also recite a few volumes of the Yellow Court Classic to pass the time."

The old Taoist master, hearing Wu Kong's words, calmed down a bit and nodded, "You are a child born without parents. That year, I saw lightning strike the back of the mountain and thought you were a child sent by heaven, so I took you as my first disciple."

Thinking of today's embarrassment, the old Taoist master quietly used his true energy to suppress the heat in his lower abdomen. Then he angrily said, "Who would have thought you would create such things in the Supreme Clarity Palace!"

Wu Kong, who had grown up with the old Taoist master, saw his anger subsiding and blinked his eyes, "Then, I can just not do it in the Supreme Clarity Palace?"

The old Taoist master also felt a bit of desire and said, "Within Laoshan, I don't want to see these things again!"

In other words, outside of Laoshan, the old Taoist master wouldn't care; even within Laoshan, as long as he didn't see them, it would probably be fine.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The old Taoist master then asked curiously, "You have been with me on the mountain for many years. Where did you get so many dirty thoughts?"

Wu Kong thought, "Can I tell you that in my past life, I was a gangster, and I was struck by lightning while cutting someone in the rain and ended up here?" He couldn't say it, and even if he did, no one would believe him. So he casually said, "It's because of Master's good teaching."

The old Taoist master's face turned purple with anger, "I taught you techniques and the principles of being a good person. When did I teach you these things!"

Wu Kong often wondered if, in a world where Laoshan Taoists exist, there might also be the "Purple Mist Technique"? Every time he saw the old Taoist master's face change, he felt an itch in his heart but didn't dare to ask.

He just bowed his head and said, "It's what Master taught me."

In the Laoshan Sect, not every disciple had a Taoist name. After coming to the mountain, they had to chop wood and make fire for half a year, then study and refine elixirs for another half a year. After a year of living in the fire temple, they would be tested by their senior brothers. Only those who passed would be accepted by the old Taoist master.

Wu Kong was also puzzled that Wang Qi, who had been on the mountain for less than half a year, was already among the inner disciples.

Was Pu Songling fooling him?

However, even if one became an inner disciple, they wouldn't be given a Taoist name for a while. The old Taoist master would personally observe their character and personality before bestowing a name. With a Taoist name, one could proudly carry the Laoshan Sect's banner in the world.

"What's wrong with the Taoist name I gave you?" The old Taoist master, a descendant of an ancient great master, had taken Wu Kong as his first disciple when he founded the sect.

Wu Kong pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, "The book says, 'Emptiness is form, form is emptiness.' I think Master gave me the name Wu Kong, hoping I could understand form from emptiness and the way from form."

What way, he thought, even if he wasn't in the gang anymore, he was still a normal man.

In the entire Laoshan, except for cockroaches and mosquitoes, could he find any female creatures?

Not finding any female animals, Wu Kong could only take care of himself.

A pair of black iron dolls, though not as good as those colored videos, was better than nothing.

The old Taoist master was so angry that steam came out of his seven orifices and shouted, "What book are you holding?"

Wu Kong innocently said, "I saw Junior Brother Wang Qi come down the mountain and asked him to buy a few new scriptures from the town. This one seems to be called the 'Heart Sutra of the Perfection of Wisdom,' right?" As he said this, he winked at Wang Qi, who turned pale with fright.

Dying is something you can do alone, Senior Brother, you don't need to drag me into it.

The old Taoist master was speechless, pointing at Wu Kong, "You, you, you wicked disciple, I will punish you severely!" How to punish him, the Laoshan Sect, under the old Taoist's guidance, had never had such a serious offense.

"You, you..." Trembling, pointing at Wu Kong, the old Taoist master's face turned even more purple, "I can't be your master anymore. You go and..."

Thinking about it, he couldn't bear to expel Wu Kong from the sect. His eyes turned, and he saw that among the disciples stuck to the wall, only Wang Qi's pale face stood out. He pointed at him, "From now on, you will be Wang Qi's disciple. The Taoist name Wu Kong will be changed to Xuan Kong!"

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