The old man declared firmly, "Young man, I can tell that something is missing in your destiny."

Mu Yu casually replied, "Huh? What's missing?"

"You... need a master!"

"Pu!" Mu Yu spat out the food in her mouth and coughed a few times, apparently choked.

"I am quite well-known in this industry, would you consider joining me?"

Muyu looked at the brand new Zhongshan suit and thought to herself that this person did not seem like a scammer, and moreover, he did not have money, so even if he wanted to scam someone, he shouldn't scam him.

Mu Yu chuckled obsequiously and said, "You jest."

The old man earnestly said, "I'm not just saying it. If you think it's alright, come with me and pay tribute to a teacher, at least you will have no worries about food and clothing under my guidance."

Mu Yu shook her head and brought her bowl up to the noodle stand before continuing to eat. There were many unusual things in this city, even encountering a fortune teller while eating noodles.

The noodle vendor is a middle-aged man in his fifties. Calling him "uncle" would still make him feel old.

The big brother walked over mysteriously and started chatting with Mu Yu, "Little brother, what did that old man say to you? I saw him sitting there all day and many people talked to him in the morning, but he ignored them all."

Muyu gazed at the bright sun outside the tent and felt the heat on his face. Upon hearing the question, he became curious and asked, "Many people talk to him? I thought he had no one to chat with."

"No," the eldest brother paused, "judging by your attire, you must have recently arrived in the city. You probably don't know who that old man is. He is the chief seated person at the Mo Xiang Tea House, and he is a master-level figure."

Mu Yu was slightly amazed and said, "Master-level? I didn't realize it. I thought he was just a fortune-teller. And what's the Ink Fragrance Teahouse? A place to drink tea?"

The "master" in Big Brother's mouth was criticized by Mu Yu like this, and Big Brother felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. "Since someone can be called 'master', then he must be a legendary figure. You youngster shouldn't speak disrespectfully without showing proper respect."

Muyu was a little confused, staring blankly at the big brother who vigorously waved the tablecloth a few times before turning around to wash vegetables.

"He has a few noodles left in his bowl. He picked them up with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, and then he was about to stand up and leave."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a grandfather dressed in a Zhongshan suit walked over and casually ordered two bowls of noodles. He sat down next to Mu Yu and said, "Didn't you say you would treat me to a bowl of noodles? Let's treat each other and eat another bowl before we leave."

Muyu didn't know how to move her hands and feet. She wanted to get up and leave, but was held back by the old man's gaze. She hesitated and said, "Uh... sir, how about I pay for the meal and you can enjoy it at your own pace?"

"It is only a little after four o'clock, why are you in such a hurry? You can still chat with the old man a little longer before leaving."

"The tone of these words already carried some command and oppression."

Mu Yu sat in his seat and looked at the old man. Undoubtedly, he was impressed, as the imposing aura emanating from the old man was nothing like that of a simple person. In fact, it could be compared to that of Qing Feng, the Daoist Master.

Anyway, the sun was still scorching hot, and even if she left, she could only wander around the city. After thinking for a while, Mu Yu decided to hear what the old man had to say.

Since he could see right through him at a glance and claimed to want to take him as his apprentice, he'll surely show him his true skills later. What's more important is that he's quite interested in the art of Daoism. He doesn't aim for fame and recognition, as long as it can help him protect himself, he'll be happy.

The old man took another puff of his cigarette and said, "I've been waiting for you here this morning. Since you have nowhere else to go, why not come back with me and see if you want to become my disciple or not."

Mu Yu fell silent for a moment and said, "I heard that many people talked to you today, so why did you specifically choose me? I'm just a newcomer in the city."

At this point, two bowls of noodles were already brought over, and the old man pushed one bowl in front of him.

"I didn't choose you, old man. You were the one I was waiting for."

"How do you know it's me you've been waiting for?"

The old man looked at him deeply and said two mysterious words: "Sensation."

"Muyu didn't show any interest in the bowl of noodles in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, 'If you are really willing to take me in, then I will follow you for a while.'"

Once those words were spoken, even if Mu Yu wanted to retract them, it was already too late.

"Agreeing to come with me is enough. I have been looking for an apprentice for three years, and I am afraid you might think I am an old swindler who won't keep my promise."

The old man chuckled and pointed his smoking pipe at a passing pedestrian, saying, "You see, this is what we call a tall tale."

Mu Yu followed the direction pointed by his smoke stick and saw a young man with a gloomy look and a pale face holding a black umbrella to shield himself from the sun. Next to him was a ghost who kept talking to him. Occasionally, the young man furrowed his brow, not knowing what the ghost was saying. A hint of longing appeared on the young man's face.

The ghost seemed to sense Mu Yu's gaze and turned around, staring deeply at Mu Yu with its bloodshot eyes. But at that moment, a small yellow paper suddenly flew towards the ghost, causing it to quickly dodge out from under the black umbrella.

A very mournful voice came into Mu Yu's ear, and the ghost vanished directly in the sunlight without leaving any trace.

The young man seemed to have heard the sound too. He turned to look at the spot where the ghost had stood just now. After pausing for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and put away his black umbrella, basking in the glittering sunlight.

Muyu withdrew her gaze and gave a thumbs up. "So that's finding a scapegoat, right? Old gentleman, you are truly wise."

The old man humbly shook his head and said, "Actually, my approach was a bit too extreme. If time permitted, I would have subdued and helped him reincarnate. However, that young man couldn't wait any longer. In just one hour, he would've been deceived into committing suicide and become the successor of this ghost."

Mu Yu was a bit puzzled. "Why did the crumpled paper force the ghost to move aside? Doesn't it not have a body? It shouldn't be able to touch him."

The old man pulled out two pairs of chopsticks and handed one pair to Mu Yu, saying, "Let's have some noodles, young apprentice. If you want to know more in the future, you can perform the ritual of bowing to me as your master, and I will slowly teach you. There is no one else to cook for us when we go back later."

The old man didn't pay much attention to etiquette. He picked up a chopstick full of noodles and slurped it up in one mouthful. While eating, he introduced himself, "My name is Zhang Tianze. I'm not a local and I usually travel around. People in the industry give me face and call me Zhang Tianshi."

"Zhang Tianze and Mu Yu both silently said in their hearts. They symbolically took a few bites of noodles, but couldn't eat any more. Mu Yu introduced herself, saying, 'I'm Mu Yu, from Wolong Village.'"

The two of them sat at the noodle stand for two hours before Mu Yu finally took him to a secluded house at the corner of the city.

The house outside was extremely ordinary, to the extent that there wasn't even a commonly seen stone lion at the entrance. There was a vermillion red gate with a threshold hammered with copper plates.

"Stepping into the house was like entering two completely different worlds."

"Entering the residence was like entering a pond, where golden fish were being fed. There was also a rockery within the pond, positioned in a seemingly deliberate manner, but Mu Yuzi's cultivation was too shallow to clearly discern it."

Upon entering the living room, one could see antique paintings and calligraphy, porcelain objects, golden goblets, and majestic landscape paintings stamped with red seals on both sides. It was evident that they were all extremely valuable.

In short, this house exudes a very natural and cohesive atmosphere, from the layout of the rooms to the placement of even the smallest items like bamboo and willow branches. Additionally, there is an undeniable sense of prosperity that cannot be hidden.

Zhang the Taoist could tell from his expression that he had misunderstood something, so he explained, "Our sect has always been upright and doesn't pay attention to worldly possessions. This house is just a temporary lodging borrowed by someone else, and those antiques were arranged by that person. They were afraid that the antiques might be damaged if they were moved, so they didn't put them away, which made a fool of you instead."