On Baiyun Mountain, thousands of kilometers away from Jiankang City, there is a well-known Taoist temple called Baiyun Temple.
This Baiyun Temple is also an ancient famous temple with hundreds of years of glorious history, and it is geographically close to the imperial capital.
Therefore, this Baiyun Temple has always been a place where dignitaries from all over the world come to pray to God and worship Buddha. It is a famous incense holy place throughout the world.
At the same time, the master of Baiyun Temple is also the president of the monks association established by the imperial court decades ago, and is responsible for handling the affairs of registered monks in various places.
In the monastic community, where the number of registered monks has exceeded 36,000 in the past few years, he is also a highly respected old man who represents the official attitude.
His words are still very useful to many major sects in the monk world.
After all, the annual subsidy has to go through his hands. Who among the following sects has not asked for help from the government for decades?
Therefore, at the same time that the imperial court announced that it would hold the so-called World Monks Conference in Jiankang City.
A small-scale gathering of famous and well-known sects in the monastic world was also held quietly.
In the Baiyun Temple on Baiyun Mountain, there is an antique bamboo garden hall that is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Already in his seventies, he still looks energetic. The red-faced master of Baiyun Temple is sitting at the head of the seat. Together with two middle-aged men from the security department, he looks at the monks sitting down one after another with a smile.
The seats in Zhuyuan were already full. As the last white-haired old Taoist wearing a gray robe walked in, the wooden door was gently closed by his entourage.
At the same time, a burst of discussion spread from the mouths of the participants.
"It's the old mountain master of Longlang Mountain who is here!"
"The last time we met was ten years ago. The old mountain master seems to be still in good spirits. He is really well versed in Taoist health-preserving techniques!"
These monks, who greeted each other with smiles and regarded this conference as just another meeting to share funds, never expected it.
After they entered the bamboo garden, the full force of the modern state collected every minute move of their bodies, and then transmitted it to the investigation team office building in Jiankang City through the Internet.
It was played in real time for investigators including Detective Jiang to watch.
Obviously... before the conference is held, the imperial court hopes to conduct a thorough investigation of the monks under its control.
After all, with the emergence of Qingyun Sword Immortal from the Sword Immortal Sect, many experts made a bold guess after studying in detail a large number of ancient books and imaginative novels by ancient literati.
Maybe Sword Immortal and Longshan Wumen are not just isolated cases. The world is undergoing great changes, and many of the cultivation techniques that were ineffective before...maybe they are effective again!
Maybe there are true cultivators hidden among the various sects here!
Not to mention that there is a lot of market for this theory similar to the revival of spiritual energy. Many people believe in this while eating white radish, and start to collect various ancient and inherited unique secret books.
If the Qingyun Sword Immortal transformed by Xiao Yu learned about this, he would probably sneer at him, and then say: To cultivate immortality, you must eat white radish! Anyone who cultivates immortality without eating white radish is a fake immortal!
In the bamboo garden, everyone was already seated.
The old temple master of Baiyun Temple coughed slightly and said kindly: "All of you fellow practitioners are also old practitioners."
"I don't want to show off anymore. I'm calling everyone here for this meeting. That's the intention from above."
Seeing that the old cultivators below all quieted down and pricked up their ears after hearing the above two words, the old temple leader secretly nodded and said:
"Old cultivators, the imperial court is going to rectify our names! This conference will determine the rankings of various sects! The top ten...will be able to receive many privileges granted by the imperial court!"
"Tax exemption, preferential policy support, and interest-free loans..." The old patron opened the projection screen behind him. Suddenly, the top ten discounts listed above made the monks below all widened their eyes and swallowed.
Get up and salivate.
"This...are these all true?" The old mountain master of Longlang Mountain stood up excitedly, as if he had seen the honor he received when his sect was revered as the leader of the world's cultivators.
"Old Mountain Master, the imperial court does not talk big words, it really wants to support our local monk sect."
"But I want a good ranking..." The old patron paused, and with the nod of a middle-aged man, he loudly said:
"You old practitioners, you have hidden good seeds, but you have to take them out and show them!"
"This time we are not trying to get along, nor are we looking at who can recite sutras well."
The old temple leader took a deep breath, stared at the monks below and shouted:
"We want to see everyone's real dicks this time!"
"ha?"
The dozens of leaders or heads of various factions sitting below all had their eyes widened, with a confused expression on their faces.
"Really?" A middle-aged bearded monk blinked: "How can I tell the difference? Could it be that someone else went to the underworld to ask if they had received the rituals I did?"
"Haha...haha." The bearded monk noticed that no one was paying attention to him, and the old temple master was sitting upright without anger. He couldn't help but laugh and shut up.
It was the equally respected old mountain master who spoke up to break everyone's embarrassing situation.
“Does the temple master’s words also represent the imperial court’s intention?”
"Yes, Old Mountain Master, I wonder if there are any successful monks in your sect?" the old temple master asked.
"There are many methods passed down from our ancestors."
The old mountain master shook his head: "There are not many disciples who can get started."
"It's just like the old Taoist. Those disciples helped with rituals, consecration and so on. To be honest, there were no records of all the miraculous happenings."
"Perhaps, in the end, it's just like the old Taoist, just trying to prolong your life."
Saying this, the old mountain master sighed deeply.
This caused the other monks to be moved by the scene and their eyes turned red.
After all, everyone here has a heritage, not those who are just stuffed in for the sake of tourism.
While they are making money and gaining fame and wealth, they have not forgotten the inheritance of the sect and their desire to become extraordinary and immortal.
However, as the times develop, they have to say that it is becoming increasingly difficult to find even the disciples of the inheritance.
Even though the number of official registrations is increasing year by year, it seems that the situation in the monk community is very good.
In fact, the number of monk sects with orthodox inheritance has long been reduced from more than 300 decades ago to less than a hundred now, and there are still successors to be found.
"Old temple master, I won't lie to you anymore." An old Taoist with an immortal style also stood up and said: "In the past few decades in Qingfeng Temple, there are only two people left who can inherit the Taoist tradition."
"As for these two people, I don't know if they can stick to their true intentions in the future and not be deceived by the world?"
"Alas, there are disciples of our Taiyi sect who make money, but we can't find any disciples who can learn the Taiyi Heart Sutra... Wuwu, when I die, I'm afraid the inheritance will be cut off!"
"Why did it turn into a complaint meeting?" The female investigator watched the live broadcast on her tablet, her brows twisting in confusion.
Detective Jiang smiled and opened the data interface and said: "The current analysis data shows that these old practitioners are not telling lies."
"They are not hiding the true disciples as we thought, and they have mastered various secret methods that can reveal their saints to others."
"This is not good for us!" The female investigator was silent for a while and said: "By the way, has the leader of the Longshan Wumen been found out?"
"It's out." Detective Jiang smiled bitterly: "The results of the test are also there."
"All kinds of tests have been done. He is just a mortal."
"The physical condition is not as good as that of the eldest son of the Jin family who was depleted but was slowly replenished by the sword elixir."
"In addition, the thief we sent successfully stole every penny and mobile phone he had on him."
"Then he couldn't find the thief who was right behind him and didn't leave. Instead, he ran to the local government for help."
"We also visited several cured cases and found that, like many inheritances, it can be classified into psychotherapy and hypnotic suggestion."
"No way..." The female investigator pressed her forehead: "A genuine inheritor is worse than an abandoned disciple?"
"Maybe the other party has another adventure?" After saying this, Detective Jiang opened the photo of the porcelain plate from the auction house.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the water drops on the plate carefully.
"Could the opportunity lie in this drop of water and the Philosopher's Stone?"
"No, it shouldn't be that simple. Otherwise, after so many years... why would it be the turn of a swordsman to appear now? An abandoned disciple?"
Damn it!
Detective Jiang grabbed his hair, feeling that his head, which he had always been proud of, was in a mess.
He deeply felt that his imagination was not enough!
At this moment……
In Changlin City, Xiao Yu's abandoned disciple Zhao Mang was wandering around the city like an ordinary person.
As soon as he wanted to say goodbye, this abandoned disciple of Longshan Wumen also came to Changlin City!
Secondly, he is sensing and looking for where the auction items needed by the auction house tomorrow are placed?
What to do if you can’t feel it?
That means the water drops on the porcelain plate have no extraordinary aura and are 100% useless!
Xiao Yu naturally has a new way to deal with it. At the auction, he can just have a cutscene during the birthday party to show his presence.
If you feel it...
If there was a chance, as an abandoned disciple, how could Zhao Mang not just take it and run away?
"etc!"
Zhao Mang, transformed by Xiao Yu, just passed by a bank and felt something inside that attracted him.
A group of passers-by behind him suddenly stopped him.
Then Xiao Yu was keenly aware of the sound of a car sounding its alarm on the street in the distance.
"Did the surveillance discover me?"
Zhao Mang, transformed by Xiao Yu, glanced at the monitors installed on the surrounding street lights.
After giving a faint smile, he suddenly accelerated, jumped up, climbed into the wall of a building, and ran in.
"not good!"
"Hurry up and chase~Remember not to shoot first!"
The security officers pretending to be passers-by hurriedly followed, but as soon as they climbed over, they were stunned to see that the target jumped to the roof of the building hundreds of meters away with more agility than Spider-Man, and then disappeared.
The life detection equipment scanned over, but no relevant target was found.
The information was reported quickly.
When Detective Jiang saw the abandoned disciple Zhao Mang, he made a bold guess...
He opened the video, analyzed it carefully, and shook his head slightly.
It seems the guess was wrong.
This abandoned disciple of the Longshan Wumen, no matter the appearance, body shape or body movements, is far from the Qingyun Sword Immortal!
And the many details he revealed unintentionally reminded Detective Jiang of a certain emperor in the north!
Chapter completed!