Chapter 271 Daozi, this child has a big problem! (4000
"good!"
Hearing his son's answer, Xuanqing Immortal Lord nodded slightly, neither happy nor angry, showing no emotion at all.
"In that case, just put him in the door wall!"
"yes."
"Back off!"
Zhao Junxian frowned slightly, and it's gone? He just asked a few words, a lot of trouble, and this is the result?
"You come with me!"
Feng Bingwen, who was originally a little nervous, now looked confused. He thought what he was going to do. In the end, the immortal looked at him twice and let him get in. It was really casual.
However, although he felt a little relaxed, Feng Bingwen didn't say anything. Feeling unhappy for himself, he turned around and left this towering golden palace with his master.
However, before stepping out of the palace gate, Feng Bingwen subconsciously glanced back, and his heart suddenly felt that all the original gold, stone, and jade pillars had turned into nothingness. Only a green lotus throne was suspended in it, because the Taoist fell down on it.
Thousands of visions filled the air behind his back.
Before Feng Bingwen could see clearly, the palace door of Jinque Palace was completely closed. When he turned around, he found that a tall golden-armored god general standing in front of him was standing quietly at the side.
"Renyi!"
Zhao Junxian said hello to this god general, and this god general, who was more powerful than any incense god that Feng Bingwen had seen before, bowed slightly,
"I've met Shaojun!"
The god general answered sternly. Then the god general turned his eyes slightly, and his simple face faced Feng Bingwen. He seemed to want to smile, but was extremely stiff.
"Is this the disciple Shaojun accepted?"
"right!"
"Your Majesty came out of seclusion this time just to meet your disciple!"
When Zhao Junxian heard this, he glanced back with a smile on his face, then turned around and looked at the divine general.
"Well, thank you for your hard work!"
"It is our honor to serve your Majesty!"
After Renyi finished his answer, he thought of something else.
"I should have given you something as a gift to the disciple that Shaojun accepted, but unfortunately I don't have much, so I can only give him this gift."
After saying that, the god general reached out and grabbed the golden scale gauntlet on his other hand, pulled it off, and gently threw it towards Feng Bingwen.
Feng Bingwen was a little surprised to catch the arm armor that was half as tall as him. Before he could say anything, he saw dots of golden sand filling the feet of the god general, and then wrapping around his knotted muscles.
On his arms, they condensed into a pair of identical arm armor.
"this?"
Feng Bingwen turned his attention to Zhao Junxian. He originally wanted to return the things. After all, they were his clothes, but looking at them, it seemed that it was not necessary.
"Take it, this is Ren Liu's kindness. This is the armor condensed by his divine power. If there is a critical moment, you can use it to offset disasters!"
"oh!"
After saying this, Feng Bingwen understood that this arm armor was a one-time magic weapon and could not be used multiple times.
"Thank you so much, General Renliu!"
Feng Bingwen bowed and thanked him. Although this divine general was given to him for the sake of his master, this benefit actually fell into his hands.
"I hope you will practice well and don't let down the expectations of your Majesty and Young Master!"
The god general warned, and then watched Feng Bingwen being taken away from this place by Zhao Junxian.
Not long after the master and apprentice escaped, Feng Bingwen saw his master take out a beam of golden light. Now he knew what magic weapon it was.
Lingbao, Jinhongqiao.
A place thousands of miles away can be reached in a matter of seconds, and it is so magical. Although Feng Bingwen is greedy for it, he is not too envious. He has the Book of Heaven in his hand, has accumulated virtues and done good deeds, and has done enough, so why worry about treasures?
"This is the Cave Heaven supported by my father. Those who have not become immortals cannot stay here for a long time. I will take you to the outer mountain gate first, enter the Taiqing Palace, register and leave your name, and be witnessed by many ancestors. You will be deemed to have become my Taiqing Taoist disciple.
"
Zhao Junxian, holding the golden light in his hand, told Feng Bingwen the next arrangement, and Feng Bingwen immediately agreed.
A golden rainbow crossed the sky, the void cracked, and a quiet palace suddenly appeared in front of Feng Bingwen's eyes. Zhao Junxian led him into it and stood in front of that palace.
"I've met Elder Kong Yu!"
After setting foot here, Zhao Junxian respectfully saluted an old man who was weeding in the open space in front of the palace. Feng Bingwen saw this, followed suit, and saluted accordingly.
Although the old man dressed as a farmer and the dirt-stained hoe in his hand are incompatible with the majestic palace towering into the sky behind him.
But it's not proportionate, that's right. This is the boss, always unique and eye-catching.
"Hey, my Taoist master is back, why do you have time to come to my old man's place?"
The old man was holding a hoe, looking at Zhao Junxian and Feng Bingwen behind him, smiling, with a kind face and a friendly tone.
"I have accepted a new disciple outside and brought him to the Taiqing Hall to register him."
"Have you accepted a disciple?"
The old man was stunned for a while, then looked at Feng Bingwen's words, and then the smile on his face became more kind.
"You have reached the age where you should accept disciples. Time flies so fast. I still remember that when I first saw you, you were not as tall as the weeds on the ground!"
As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand to make gestures, so that the green grass could not touch the person's calf. When he raised his hand, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and his mouth was full of sighs.
"Now in the blink of an eye, you have grown so big that you can accept disciples. Come on, little guy, come over and let the old man take a look. I wonder what your master's vision is."
Feng Bingwen looked at the sloppy old farmer who seemed to have dirt on his hands. He looked up at Zhao Junxian and asked him with his eyes.
"Go ahead, Elder Kong Yu is one of the Earth Immortals stationed at the Taiqing Palace. All disciples of my Taishang Taoist sect who come here to register and leave their names must be measured by the elder. Only those who pass can leave their names."
After listening to Zhao Junxian's explanation, Feng Bingwen immediately felt relieved. It turned out that it was a qualification test. He was really not afraid of anything other than this. If he couldn't pass the test, this Taoist would simply close the mountain.
So, the young man with heroic appearance, surging vitality, and full of air confidently walked up to the Earth Immortal who looked like an old farmer in the countryside. He looked at the old man with some curiosity, but he wanted to see the Earth Immortal's methods.
Although he had just paid homage to an immortal, the immortal was too straightforward and simply looked at him without even talking to him. He directly asked the master he was worshiping to take him away.
"Let the old man see what kind of talents and jade Daozi has found for me, the Supreme Master."
The old man smiled and stretched out his palm to hold Feng Bingwen's wrist. The old smiling face suddenly changed, and the smile gradually faded away. He looked Feng Bingwen up and down, and then said to Zhao Junxian with a serious face,
"Daozi, it's not that I deliberately made things difficult for the old man, but this time, Daozi really made a mistake!"
"Hmm? What's the problem with my disciple?"
Zhao Junxian was also shocked when he heard the words of the garrison elder.
"The problem is big. I'm afraid this little guy is an old man who specially arranged for you to see Daozi and bring him back.
But you can hide it from Taozi, but you can't hide it from an old guy like me. But with such outstanding qualifications, what kind of old guy's tricks are there to get his head opened? It's so stupid!"
The old man's tone was not as kind and gentle as before, and he was swearing. Feng Bingwen, who grabbed his wrist, felt that all the fairy spirit energy in his body could not circulate, and he was directly imprisoned.
"Elder Kong Yu, did you see it wrong?"
Zhao Junxian frowned. The Earth Immortal elder said that his eyesight was not good, but he was not at all annoyed. After all, he was only a Yuandan monk. He was two realms apart, so his eyesight was naturally incomparable with that of an Earth Immortal.
But Feng Bingwen was seen by his father. If there was a problem, his father would have told him long ago. How could he be allowed to accept him as a disciple?
"It's impossible to misunderstand. This kid's Taoist body is not innate. He was originally a mortal body with mediocre qualifications. It would be fine to join other sects.
But it is absolutely impossible to enter my supreme Tao. Someone used great means to change his fate and continue this supreme Tao body for him. However, no matter how good the method is, it will leave traces. The old man can see it at a glance.
Once it comes out, this is not his original physique."
Elder Kong Yu's tone was sonorous and powerful. The aura of the originally simple and unpretentious old farmer became different at this moment. The whole person seemed like a landscape painting rendered in ink and wash. It looked dim and unclear, and the aura was as vast as the sea of stars.
"So that's what happened. I know that this disciple of mine has great blessings and great luck."
When Zhao Junxian heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. What did he think it was, but it turned out to be this.
"Taozi, what great opportunities and great fortunes? These are the old ghosts hiding in the dark trying to fool the ignorant monks. How can you believe these?"
When the old farmer heard Zhao Junxian's excuse for Feng Bingwen, his expression suddenly became more serious.
In his eyes, there are no people in this world who are favored by fate. The so-called favored by fate are just old people hiding in the dark using the resources in their hands to plan something?
On the surface, what you see is a genius with unparalleled luck. How can there be a son of luck? If there were not a few old guys behind the scenes, then the so-called people with prosperous luck would have been picked like leeks long ago.
If you go, it won't end well at all. He has seen this kind of thing too many times.
"Elder Kong Yu, my father ordered me to bring this disciple back."
Seeing the elder's appearance, Zhao Junxian understood that no matter how outstanding his talent was, he was still just a junior in front of such old immortals, so he simply moved his father out.
"Xuanqing Immortal Lord!"
When Kong Yu Dixian heard this, his vast and misty aura, which was as vast as a sea of stars, all converged, and returned to the plain and easy-going appearance of an old country farmer.
"Since the Immortal Lord has already met, the old man won't be too troublesome. Did the Immortal Lord tell you to bring this little guy here?"
"Yes, my father allows me to put him in the door wall!"
"Well, then just take him in!"
Hearing this, Kongyu Earth Immortal loosened his grip on Feng Bingwen and stepped aside with the hoe in hand.
"You won't look again?"
"The Immortal Lord has already seen it, why am I, an old guy, still spending so much time? I have this time, I might as well hoe two more blades of grass!"
Kongyu Dixian smiled.
"I will lead my disciple in."
"Go for it!"
Feng Bingwen, who was extremely nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. He had just felt the pressure from an Earth Immortal. Even if the other party didn't show much, just a little breath, he couldn't move. .
"Little guy, since you have passed the eyes of the Immortal Lord, it is the old man's fault. When you come out, the old man will give you two pieces of fairy grass!"
Ambrosia?
Feng Bingwen glanced at it, and saw that the wanton openness under his feet was like the weeds on both sides of the road that were never burned out by wildfire and regenerated by the spring breeze. Couldn't the so-called fairy grass be these things?
Without giving him too much, Feng Bingwen had already followed his master's footsteps and set foot in the Taiqing Palace while murmuring in his mind about how to arrange the time for the Earth Immortal.
The moment he stepped into the palace door, Feng Bingwen felt as if he had entered another world, deep, lonely, empty, and void. Even the master beside him had no idea where he was going.
The next moment, one after another fireworks lit up in front of our eyes, as small as broad beans, as big as golden crows flying across the sky, but even the weak ones were not weak at all, blooming with their own brilliance. In an instant, the deep loneliness in this hall became... It was swept away and became magnificent and bright, without any darkness at all.
However, Feng Bingwen still didn't know why. Just when he was confused, a long stick that looked like it was carved from sapphire hung in front of him, and at the top of the palace, dozens of figures were looming.
The shadows are blurry, their bodies are surrounded by the fairy light, and even their outlines are difficult to identify. It can only be seen that they are all sitting, or sitting cross-legged on a futon, or sitting on a cloud bed, or relying on a small table, or sitting in the tent... their faces are completely hidden in the fairy. It was difficult to see clearly in the twilight light.
At the same time, Feng Bingwen clearly felt that the eyes of these winning immortal kings were all focused on him at this moment.
There was no malice, only relief and joy at seeing the outstanding junior, and even a little expectation of what he could do.
"Leave your name!"
Under the gaze of these eyes, Feng Bingwen knew what he should do. He raised his hand and, without using any pen or ink, he used his index finger as a pen to write his name on the jade slip in front of him, stroke by stroke.
Immediately, the fairy light shines brightly, the divine rainbow hangs in the sky, golden lotuses fall from the sky, divine springs gush from the ground, and the intoxicating Taoist sound sounds, which seems to be celebrating the addition of another outstanding disciple of Taishang Taoism.
Feng Bingwen unconsciously indulged in the sound of Taoism. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing outside the hall without knowing it, and his master was waiting quietly.
And on the side, there was an earth fairy who looked like an old farmer, carrying two weeds with mud on their roots, and looking at him with a smile.
"Little guy, don't blame me as an old guy for bullying you. There are too many things wrong with you, but you have passed the level of Immortal Lord and have also paid homage to the ancestors. Even if I am a Taoist disciple, as long as you don't If you violate the rules of the sect, as the elder of Taishang Dao, I shall protect you, and these two fairy grasses shall be regarded as the greeting gift and compensation that I, as the elder, shall give you."