"Who is Xu Yiyi?"

After Bodhi Patriarch left, Du Cihai breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Yu with some angriness before asking everyone in line.

Yang Yu shrugged, what you said yourself, are you still blaming me?

"I...I am."

In the crowd, a little girl walked out, only eleven or eleven years old, wearing a coarse linen and looking very thin.

"Follow me to see Master, you two have been taken over by Master."

Du Cihai nodded and smiled slightly.

"What? That's all? But we haven't tested it yet."

When Xu Yiyi trotted to Yang Yu and Du Cihai, the others' expressions changed when they heard Du Cihai's words.

"This time the disciple selection ceremony for recruiting new disciples has ended. Everyone, you can go home."

Du Cihai spoke and said lightly.

"It's over? But we all..."

"Everyone, you have no chance. Master appears and you will know who can become his disciple at a glance. You don't have any luck or qualifications."

Before these people could finish their words, Du Cihai interrupted everyone directly.

After saying this, Du Cihai led Yang Yu and the little girl Xu Yi to the Three Star Cave of Xiyue, without any intention of talking nonsense to these people.

"Congratulations, I have successfully joined the Master's disciple."

Entering the cave, although Du Cihai was still complaining in his heart that Yang Yu had just been scolded, he still congratulated Yang Yu.

"Luck, luck."

Yang Yu smiled modestly and did not seem so ecstatic.

Du Cihai nodded, neither arrogant nor impatient. At this moment, Yang Yu was still calm except for the corners of his mouth.

But Yang Yu could not suppress the joy in his heart.

What does it mean to be a disciple of Bodhi Patriarch?

Yang Yu will be able to learn the magic that Sun Wukong practices.

What are the eight or nine heavenly skills, seventy and two transformations, etc., for Yang Yu, who has read Journey to the West several times, you shouldn’t be too excited, right?

"What are you laughing at? I haven't stopped laughing since the beginning. As for? I thought you were calm before."

In the past few minutes, Du Cihai saw that Yang Yu was still smiling strongly and couldn't help but complain.

Perhaps because he will be a fellow disciple in the future, his attitude is closer.

"As humans, they should naturally smile more when they encounter happy things."

Yang Yu spoke lightly and restrained his smile.

"Bullshit, look at Xu Yiyi, how quiet and shy he is."

Du Cihai looked at Yang Yu and said speechlessly.

"Thank you for the praise of the immortal."

When Xu Yiyi heard Du Cihai praise him, he felt flattered and nodded with a rosy face to thank him.

"What kind of immortal, Xu Yiyi, you should look like a child of farmers nearby. However, it will be different in the future. You will also become a disciple of the Immortal Master, my junior sister, and an immortal."

Du Cihai smiled slightly, explained to Xu Yiyi very intimately, and comforted him.

In his eyes, this is what junior brothers and sisters should look like.

Xu Yiyi stopped thanking with a red face, but looking at the restraint on his little face, it was obvious that he had not changed.

"Well, Senior Brother Du Cihai is right, Xiao Yiyi, you will be an immortal in the future. You must be strong in your personality so that your master and your parents will like you."

Yang Yu also spoke.

Xu Yiyi, she was born pretty well and she was also considered a beauty.

Perhaps because he is the daughter of a farmer, he seems introverted and cowardly.

However, it’s not her fault, Gu Huaguo is just like this.

I just hope that it will change slowly with my practice in the future.

"I know...I understand."

Xu Yiyi's face turned red and nodded, but he still seemed a little unfamiliar.

"Look, he looks like a new disciple, and Senior Brother Du Cihai, he is very familiar with him very quickly."

Du Cihai looked at Xu Yiyi and felt more fond of him. On the other hand, Yang Yu looked like an old-fashioned person, which was so annoying.

Yang Yu shrugged and stopped talking. Du Cihai still has the face to say that you don’t have the demeanor of a monk.

Complaint the attributes are full!

But soon, Du Cihai, Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi came to the temple of Bodhi Patriarch.

Du Cihai buckled the door and whispered: "Master, Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi have arrived."

"Well, let them come in."

The voice of Bodhi Patriarch sounded, as if it was in his ears, as if it was far away in the sky.

"Master, then the disciple will take his leave first."

Du Cihai winked at Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi, then bowed and prepared to leave.

"Remember to clean the incense burner."

The voice of Bodhi Patriarch sounded again, light and fluttering.

"..." Du Cihai left without knowing what expression was on his face.

But Yang Yu felt very unhappy.

"Let's go, let's go in."

Yang Yu pulled Xu Yiyi's little hand straight up, pushed open the door, and walked into the dojo.

“…”

Xu Yiyi's pretty face turned red, and his ears became red.

In ancient times, holding hands was considered a skin lover.

And for ancient women, the only one who could be close to their skin was their husbands.

Unlike modern times, men and women make randomly on beds, and they part ways the next day, just like nothing else.

Moreover, in ancient times, it was normal to get married at the age of 11 or 2.

So, it’s nothing to Yang Yu at this moment, but for Xu Yiyi, his heart is like a burst of Mars hitting the earth!

Then, the two entered the door and saw a spacious courtyard, with a stove burning and a fragrance floating.

And the Bodhi Patriarch sat cross-legged on the cushion next to this stove.

"Come here."

Bodhi Patriarch opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi. In front of him, two cushions appeared out of thin air.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master."

Although Yang Yu didn't understand ancient etiquette very much, he still walked closer and knelt on the cushion.

Xu Yiyi followed the same thing, but his pretty face was very red and his voice was very small.

"Okay, there is no need for red tape here. From today on, you will be my disciples."

Bodhi Patriarch nodded, then looked at Yang Yu and the others and said, "There are twelve words in our sect, and you two are the ninth and tenth generations of young disciples."

Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi looked at the Bodhi Patriarch and asked, "What twelve words?"

Bodhi Patriarch spoke and said lightly: "The twelve words "The vast wisdom, the sea of ​​true nature, enlightenment and perfect enlightenment."

"So, Xiaoyi and I are the Ying and Wu generations?"

Yang Yu was stunned. What was going on? Could it be that he wanted to steal Sun Wukong's generation?

"It's not like this. Everything depends on fate. The Ying generation is the name of a female disciple, and it is also suitable for Xu Yiyi. Today I will give you a name as Xu Ying, how about it?"

Bodhi Patriarch spoke and looked at Xu Yidao.

"Thank you, Master."

Xu Yiyi seemed a little restrained and forgot to change his name.

"I'll call you Master, for nothing. Then let Shi Hui teach you how many days to change your personality."

Bodhi Patriarch looked at Xu Yiyi, shook his head, and said nothing.

"Master...Master." Xu Yiyi spoke, his pretty face still turned red, for some reason.
To be continued...