Chapter 1583: The battle between the pavilion masters (Part 1)
"Fellow Taoists, today is the day for our Yixing Pavilion to elect the new Pavilion Master. Thank you all for coming from afar to bear witness to this matter!"
The man in white clasped his fists with his hands, looking majestic and majestic, and his powerful voice spread throughout the valley.
"Mr. Feng Ge, you're welcome!"
In the valley, someone said with a smile: "We are all from the sect of the Zhao Kingdom, and we follow Yixing Pavilion's lead. Now that Yixing Pavilion has changed its commander, is there any reason for us not to come?"
As soon as this person finished speaking, another person responded: "Yes, the sects of Zhao State are united! Yixing Pavilion elects a new pavilion master, but it is related to the fate of the entire Zhao State, of course we have to be a witness!
"
Everyone was talking to each other, but most of them were flatterers. At this moment, a very soft voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "If you want me to say it... Mr. Feng Ge is a highly respected man.
His cultivation is deep, if he can be elected as the Pavilion Master, then the rise of Yixing Pavilion will be just around the corner."
Although this voice is soft, the foreign monks who can participate in this grand event are at least in the Juyuan realm. Who can't hear it?
The valley suddenly became quiet.
After a while, a thick voice shouted: "Junior brother is so confused, how can you and I talk about Yixing Pavilion's own affairs? Today we are just here to be spectators. Spectators, spectators, see through without telling the truth, I understand.
?"
"This is what the head brother taught you." The man from before responded.
"Haha, don't blame Mr. Lu Ge. My junior brother is young and doesn't understand the rules. You have a lot of experience. Don't be as knowledgeable as him." The thick voice sounded again, seemingly apologizing for his junior brother.
In mid-air, the man in green clothes slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from trance.
He looked around and saw that the two people who had spoken just now were monks from the "Shending Sect". One of them was a bad guy and the other was a bad guy, but they were actually helping Feng Shanyuan to speak.
The Shending Sect was a sect that was only founded in the past hundred years. It does not have a deep foundation in the Zhao Kingdom, but it has a close relationship with Feng Shanyuan. If there is nothing fishy in it, I am afraid no one will believe it.
Thinking like this, the man in green glanced at the surrounding mountains again, and saw numerous people on the tops of the peaks, including many familiar faces. I am afraid that these people have been bribed by Feng Shanyuan, and they said they are here to testify today.
Actually, I'm here to cheer.
"Feng Shanyuan, Feng Shanyuan, you are going to do whatever it takes to be the leader."
The man in green sighed secretly in his heart, then flicked his sleeves and stood up from the stone platform.
The man in white glanced at him and sneered in his heart, but on the surface he was friendly: "Junior Brother Lu, we are running for the position of Pavilion Master today. We are competing for the people's hearts and cultivation. Everyone should rely on their own abilities. No matter whether we win or lose, don't leave any grudges. We will continue to do so in the future.
We need to work together for Yixing Pavilion."
The man in green sighed softly, cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother, what he said is absolutely true. I hope he can be consistent with his words and deeds."
"hehe."
The man in white smiled slightly, faced everyone again, and said loudly: "Everyone, I am Feng Shanyuan, the cabinet elder of Yixing Pavilion, and the person next to me is also one of the cabinet elders, Lu Zizhen. Today I compete with Junior Brother Lu for the position of cabinet master.
The Taoist masters of the four pulse paths can all cast their votes, and whoever gets the most votes can become the Pavilion Master of Yixing Pavilion."
As soon as these words came out, the monks who came to witness were a little surprised, and they all whispered to each other. Someone said: "I thought it was a battle between dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect that it would be a vote to choose the master of the pavilion. Isn't it too simple?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an old man with white hair and beard next to him and said with a smile: "Friend Lu has been practicing in seclusion recently, and he doesn't know much about the outside world, so he has such doubts. In fact, the current situation in Nanchui is very serious and misty.
Gu and Huang Jue Palace have been suppressing Yixing Pavilion these years. Yixing Pavilion needs to unite to resist foreign enemies. This peaceful election method should be the result of their joint discussion."
"I see........"
The man from before nodded and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Wu Daozi really has a wide range of friends and knowledge. In your opinion, who has a better chance of winning the position of the master of Yixing Pavilion, Lu Zizhen or Feng Shanyuan?"
After he asked this question, the other monks around him also looked at the white-haired old man, obviously wanting to know his opinions.
Wu Daozi felt very proud, twirling his beard with his hand, and said with a smile: "In my humble opinion, Pavilion Master Lu has a slightly higher chance of winning."
After hearing this, everyone was a little surprised and asked: "Fellow Daoist Wu, can you elaborate?"
Wu Daozi nodded and said in a low voice: "Everyone knows that Yixing Pavilion has three meridians and four ways. Leaving aside others, the masters of this formation, Liu Shuyuan and Lu Zizhen, are brothers in the same sect. They have a deep relationship. Now Lu Zizhen is running for election
Pavilion Master, how can Liu Shuyuan not help?"
"Besides, Qin Taoist Chi Mengyun and Fumai Taoist Wei Sheng are the direct disciples of Yan Xinyu and Wu Jiuzhi respectively. Although these two old seniors died in the Jiuyou Rebellion that year, they were still alive during their lifetimes.
We have a very good relationship with Lu Zizhen's master, and if nothing else happens, these two people should also support Lu Zizhen."
"As for calligraphy Taoist master Wu Zimo and chess Taoist master Miao Suwen, I heard that they are also on good terms with Lu Zizhen. If you calculate it this way, at least five of the seven Taoist masters support Lu Zizhen. In this competition, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be
It was Mr. Lu Ge who won."
After listening to Wu Daozi's analysis, everyone around them had expressions of emotion on their faces.
Someone said: "If you put it this way, Mr. Feng Ge really has no chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone else retorted: "That's not necessarily true. I heard that the chess master Miao Suwen went overseas. As a result, there will be one less person supporting Mr. Lu Ge, which may become a variable...
..."
"Haha, Brother Dao is too cautious. In my opinion, Mr. Lu Ge has already secured the victory!"
........
Everyone on the top of the mountain was talking a lot, and just as they were whispering to each other, a bronze bell suddenly rang in the valley.
The bell rings seven times, and it is clear and bright.
Along with the sound of the bell, twelve young men and women wearing Confucian robes walked into the valley.
These Confucian scholars have been burning incense and bathing for three days. At this time, they have serious expressions. Some are holding incense burners, some are holding rulers, some are holding scrolls, and one is holding a tablet. What is written on it is: "Nine Heavens Spiritual Power Yixing Zhenjun"
"Eight big characters!"
Soon, a tall altar was built in the valley.
The founder of Yixing Pavilion is Zhenren Yixing. There is a stone statue of him in the valley, about 500 feet high, embedded in the cliff.
The altar was built right below the statue of the Patriarch!
Twelve Confucian scholars lined up on both sides. One of them, a handsome young man, cleared his throat and said loudly:
"The time has come, please two uncles to bow to the ancestor!"
The sound spread far away, and the originally noisy Yixing Valley suddenly became quiet.
Not only the Yixing Pavilion disciples, but also the outside monks who came to watch, wisely closed their mouths at this time and did not dare to make any sound.
At the same time, Feng Shanyuan stopped smiling and his face became extremely serious. Lu Zizhen no longer looked lazy and her expression became solemn.
The two of them descended the stone platform ladder at the same time and landed under the statue of the founder. Then in front of everyone, they kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet of Yixing Zhenren.
"After the ceremony, burn incense!"
The Confucian scholar's voice sounded again.
Feng Shanyuan and Lu Zizhen stood up separately, and a Confucian scholar had already arrived beside them to give them sandalwood.
What is a bit strange is that the sandalwood the two got was different. The sandalwood in Feng Shanyuan's hand was fiery red, while the one in Lu Zizhen's hand was navy blue.
Feng Shanyuan glanced at Lu Zizhen, with a sneer on his lips.
He took the first step, bowed three times in front of the statue of the Patriarch, and then inserted the sandalwood he got into the incense burner.
Lu Zizhen sighed and said nothing. After worshiping like Feng Shanyuan, he also inserted his own sandalwood into the incense burner.
The two of them stepped aside, and the Confucian scholar from before shouted again:
"Please all the Taoist masters offer incense in turn! Those who support Uncle Feng will offer the 'Fire Incense', and those who support Mr. Lu will offer the 'Green Incense'. Patriarch Yixing is on top, and his spiritual light shines in all directions. All Taoist masters must pay attention to the overall situation of Yixing Pavilion.
Don’t hide any selfish motives!”
"What a person who doesn't hide his selfish motives!"
Feng Shanyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Today I will have a fair fight with Junior Brother Lu. I hope everyone can maintain their true intentions and be impartial!"
After Lu Zizhen heard this, she didn't have much reaction. She just nodded slightly, indicating that everyone could start.
On the seven white jade high platforms, only the position of the chess Taoist master was vacant. The other six Taoist masters had already arrived. These six people looked at each other, as if they were unwilling to be the first to offer incense.
There was a stalemate like this for a moment, and then suddenly a loud laugh was heard, and it was Wei Sheng, the Taoist Master of Fuli, who jumped down from the high platform.
"I didn't expect that my brothers and sisters would be so humble. In that case, Wei will come and offer the first incense stick!"
He flew to the statue of his ancestor, kowtowed three times respectfully, then took an incense candle from the Confucian scholar's hand and inserted it into the incense burner.
Green fragrance!
Everyone saw the color of the incense candle clearly. As Wu Daozi said, this Taoist Master of Fumai supported Lu Zizhen.
"Senior Brother Feng, I'm sorry. I'm thinking about the overall interests of Yixing Pavilion." After offering incense, Wei Sheng bowed his hand to Feng Shanyuan.
"Haha, it doesn't matter."
Feng Shanyuan smiled slightly, his face was kind, and he didn't seem to be angry at all.
Wei Sheng nodded, turned into a rainbow light, and returned to his position.
After him, Chi Mengyun also jumped off the high platform, followed by Qingxiang. She had no intention of apologizing, but just nodded to Lu Zizhen, and then returned to her seat.
In the distance, at the top of the mountain, Wu Daozi looked proud, twirling his beard with his hand, and said with a smile: "Did you see it? There are two sticks of 'green incense'! I am not wrong, right? It seems that there is no suspense about the election of the Pavilion Master.
Pavilion Master Lu is well-deserved."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him suddenly sneered: "Wu, please don't speak too early. Can you look down again?"
Wu Daozi was slightly startled. He looked down and found that just a moment ago, there were two more incense sticks on the altar incense burner. They were red incense!
"Dan, draw two veins. The ones you applied just now were all red incense. Now it's two against two. It's hard to predict the outcome." Someone in the crowd laughed.
"snort!"
Wu Daozi rolled his eyes at the man, shook his head and said: "Dan, the painting of two meridians is always uncertain, so it is not surprising to put on red incense, but there are two people left who have not yet done it, one is Liu Shuyuan of Zhenmai, and the other is calligraphy.
Wu Zimo, these two people have a close relationship with Lu Zizhen, and they will definitely support Mr. Lu Ge."
Just as he was talking, a ray of light lit up below, and it was Wu Zimo, the calligraphy master, who got off the white jade platform and came to the ancestor's tablet.
He kowtowed three times in front of the memorial tablet, but did not reach out to pick up the sandalwood. Instead, he took a deep look at Feng Shanyuan, then turned and returned to his high platform.
This move caused an uproar.
"What's going on? Wu Zimo actually abstained?"
Around the Yixing Pavilion Valley, monks from various sects showed expressions of surprise. It was obvious that Wu Zimo's move was completely incomprehensible to them.
Electing the leader is not a child's play. Everyone should cast their vote. As a calligrapher, Wu Zimo actually chose to abstain?
Even the disciples of Yixing Pavilion don't understand.
The twelve Confucian scholars all looked at Lu Zizhen and Feng Shanyuan.
Lu Zizhen remained unmoved. From the moment everyone started offering incense, he always put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if an old monk was in meditation, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Feng Shanyuan pretended to sigh and said slowly: "Everyone has his own ambitions. Since Junior Brother Wu is unwilling to make this choice, we can't force it. Just like the chess master, let's count him as abstaining."
With Wu Zimo's abstention, there were two sticks of "green incense" and two sticks of "fire incense" in the incense burner. The two sides were temporarily tied, and Liu Shuyuan, who was left with the formation pulse, became the most critical person.
I saw Liu Shuyuan walking down from the high platform and bowing three times in front of the memorial tablet, with a complicated expression on his face.
After he stood up, he did not pick up the incense candle, but bowed it to the ground in the direction of Lu Zizhen.
"Junior brother, I can't help you."
Liu Shuyuan looked very ashamed and did not dare to look up at Lu Zizhen. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a rainbow light and soared into the sky, leaving Yixing Valley directly!
When everyone saw this scene, they all stood there blankly.
After Wu Zimo, Liu Shuyuan, the leader of the array, also abstained from voting!
These two Taoist masters were the monks who had the closest relationship with Lu Zizhen. They should have firmly supported Lu Zizhen, but at this critical moment, they unanimously chose to abstain.
Feng Shanyuan, who originally had no chance of winning, actually ended up in a tie with Lu Zizhen!
This dramatic scene cheered up the monks from all sects.
Obviously, this battle for the master of the pavilion is not simple.
The show has just begun.
The only thing that was strange was that Lu Zizhen, the person involved, kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end. Even when Wu Zimo and Liu Shuyuan abstained from voting, he did not react at all.
It seems that he is not surprised by the current situation?
Feng Shanyuan glanced at Lu Zizhen and chuckled softly: "I really didn't expect this situation to happen. You and I are both sticks of incense. Junior brother, do you have any good way to determine the position of the master of the pavilion?"
"Didn't Senior Brother already have a good plan? Why do I need to say more?" Lu Zizhen said calmly.
"hehe."
Feng Shanyuan touched his chin and said with a smile: "The ancestor is known as the 'two masters of chess and formation', and you and I are both disciples from the formation lineage. How about we fight in the formation, and the winner inherits the position of the master of the pavilion?"
