The youth was all smiles.
The young Daoist patted his shoulder, "Then, Disciple, how about you venture through the Moon-Questioning Gate yourself? Your brother needs to guard the Ascending Immortal Drum."
The youth bowed with hands clasped, "Brother, go ahead. Once I pass the Moon-Questioning Gate, I will come to find you."
The young Daoist laughed heartily, "Well said! Well said!"
He patted the youth's shoulder kindly, "Disciple, there's no need to rush. The Moon-Questioning Gate has no time limit. If you don't succeed at first, try a hundred, a thousand times. The Tao Master himself had to try over three thousand times before he succeeded."
The youth became even more relaxed.
After watching the young Daoist leave on a cloud, he rubbed the ring on his hand and questioned in his heart, "Big Monk! Didn't you say that passing the ninth gate meant I was an outer disciple? Weren't you going to take me to Guiwang Mountain? Did you deceive me?"
