With a majestic shout, the conference officially kicked off.
Magnificent palace, smoke curling up.
Inside the main hall, on top of the desk, there is a group of Taoist priests wearing cyan robes and yin-yang crowns with noble temperament.
On the table is a sand table one foot in diameter.
There were flames burning on the sand table, and pieces of land were suspended in the hot magma, with people the size of ants on them.
The scene in front of me was clearly the scene of the Three Levels Conference.
Da da da!
An old Taoist in black robe walked in outside the palace door.
The old Taoist has a gloomy temperament, and his green robe is painted with dragons and phoenixes.
When everyone saw this person, they immediately stood up and bowed their hands in greeting: "Greetings to the Sutra Master!"
This person is one of the five masters of Meishan Jungle and the host of this conference.
"Everyone, sit down, you're welcome!" The Sutra Master smiled. He walked to the volcano sand table and looked at the crowd of people like ants. "Yes, there are a few good seedlings this time. It seems that our Meishan Jungle is prosperous."
, it should be on you."
"No, no, it's the abbot who teaches well."
Abbot is the title of the Taoist Master of Meishan Jungle, but it is generally called Taoist Master.
Taoist priest is a very common title, and there is another title called lord. Sir is a title used by subordinates with secular duties to address their superiors. Of course, there is nothing wrong with calling them Taoist priest.
"Everybody sit down, everybody sit down!"
The Lord directed everyone to take their seats.
"Since everyone has no objections, let's get started."
The sutra master was reciting a mantra, and the majestic voice that everyone in Song Lin heard just now was from the sutra master.
Soon, people below began to pass through.
The sutra master happened to be sitting next to Taoist Master Jiuyou, and the two seemed to be old acquaintances.
"Jiuyou, is the inner elixir stable?"
The path to Taoism is divided into entering concentration, fetal breath, Qi training, concentration, elixir formation, Zifu, etc.
Before forming the core, there is a foundation-building breakthrough. This stage is the most dangerous. Once any shortcomings are left, it will have a great impact on the future.
When Jiuyou was young, he entered the Netherworld and obtained the true Qi of Jiuyou Taiyin. However, his roots were damaged by the demonic Qi of the Netherworld, which caused flaws in the formation of the elixir.
Jiuyou's face was straight and his skin was as white as jade, but there was a hint of devilish aura between his brows. He smiled bitterly when he heard this: "No, the poor Taoist has tried countless methods, but it can't be cured. Let's see what opportunities come up in the future."
"It doesn't matter. The next Fengtai Toulong Festival is coming soon. Are you interested in running for the election?"
Fengtai Toulong is a jungle re-election meeting hosted by the Nanchuan Yinshan Shengwei Taoist Sect. It elects a new abbot once every sixty years.
Theoretically, Jungle’s patrons and Jungle executives are eligible to participate in the election.
"Throw yourself into the dragon? Forget it, how am I qualified?"
The sutra master smiled and said, "Don't belittle yourself. After all, you are also a Taoist priest who has formed elixirs and has the Five Thunder Sutra."
While the Sutra Master was speaking, he looked at Jiuyou's face intentionally or unintentionally.
"Haha, I am a disabled person, how can I be qualified to run for office?" Jiuyou was stunned for a moment and said.
"Then how about you support me? When I become the abbot, I will definitely help you stabilize your inner alchemy."
"Let's talk about it. I have to go into seclusion when I go back. I don't know what year or month it will be when I come out." Jiuyou spoke very tightly and did not express his position at all.
"Haha, it doesn't matter." The sutra leader changed the subject, "There are many geniuses these days. Who do you like more?"
Jiuyou pointed at the three heroes of Xuanke Guan and said louder: "Of course they are the three heroes of Xuanke Guan."
The person next to him, Taoist Priest Yuyi, heard Jiuyou's shouting and immediately laughed: "Haha, Jiuyou, those three people can beat my two major disciples?"
"Stop pretending. I'm not a Taoist boy from Chi Shi Temple better than you?"
"Nonsense, I am the real demon god!"
The atmosphere suddenly became lively.
The Sanguan Conference is not only a competition among Taoist boys, but also a proof of the strength of Taoist temples.
In previous years, the Breath-Taking Temple and the True Demon Temple came out on top.
It's not that they are powerful, but that they practice demonic arts. However, demonic arts must be achieved quickly, and they are usually stronger than those in the same realm in the early stage.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the sand table.
The meeting to pass the three levels has begun.
Song Lin looked at the paper bridge, which was as white as rice paper. Although he didn't know why it wasn't burned by the flames, looking at its strength, it shouldn't be able to support the weight of an adult.
No one wants to be the one who stands out and continues to wait and see.
"Haha, they are a bunch of cowards, so I'll leave!"
A Taoist boy shouted softly and summoned eight blue-eyed crows. The crows grabbed his clothes, hung him in the air, and then flew across the paper bridge.
It went smoothly at first, but halfway through the flight, the fire cloud above the sky spit out a tongue of fire.
The eight crows were burned to ashes on the spot, and the Taoist boy's back was dripping with blood. Then he fell on the paper bridge and made a big hole. He fell into the sea of fire and was pierced through the chest with a sword and died.
"You can't fly too high." Song Lin concluded in his mind, and the tongues of fire flew out at regular intervals.
Next, people began to cross the bridge one after another.
Some people put a magical talisman on their legs and tried to walk across the paper bridge at a very fast speed, but unfortunately it fell off halfway.
The people from Chaozhen Temple next door actually passed by.
They somehow made their bodies as light as feathers and floated gently across the paper bridge with the breeze.
"Let's go, it's very simple." Lin Yang said confidently. The ink patterns on Lin Yang's body spread and expanded, covering his whole body, and he turned into a red-haired evil ghost.
Then he easily flew over the paper bridge at low altitude.
"Black evil magic?" Song Lin asked in surprise.
It turns out that Lin Yang specializes in this method.
Song Lin was still watching.
Li Xuan didn't seem to notice him, stepping on a flying sword to cross the bridge.
"Go!"
Song Lin spit out a mouthful of Red Dragon Qi.
The true energy clings to the feet, making his body as light as a feather, and he slowly steps on the paper bridge.
He didn't reveal that he could fly.
Soon, he also crossed the bridge and came to Lin Yang.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to pass, congratulations."
A strange voice came from the side.
It was Li Xuan, standing next to Chi Yang.
"He's mentally disabled and doesn't know how to live or die." Song Lin dropped a sentence and then ignored him.
"Very good, I hope you will still be so tough soon." Facing Song Lin, who was about to die, Li Xuan's temper became less violent.
Chi Yang looked at the two of them and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing? No matter what grudges you have, let's put them aside for the time being. We are in the same house and don't let others see the joke."
"Brother Dao, this is the elixir thief I told you. He stole Master Wude's elixir. Otherwise, how could he be qualified to participate in the three levels?"
Chi Yang looked at Song Lin and said:
"It turns out it's you. Uncle Wu De asked me to deal with you. I don't think it's necessary. If you can go back alive, just apologize and admit your mistake and strive for leniency."
"Brother Dao...this!" Li Xuan looked stunned.
"Let's go and get through the barrier first."
Chiyang is also a shrewd person, how could he be used as a gunman?
Li Xuan was a little disappointed. It seemed that he would have to use the backup skills left by his master for a while.
Thinking of this, he felt the blessing between his eyebrows.
This blessing is [God Covers Ghost Assistance], which can confuse people's hearts, summon countless ghost claws, and pull people into the ground. It can be used in different levels of oil pan.
Song Lin looked at Li Xuan's back and suddenly said: "Friend Li, wait a minute!"
"Oh? What's the matter?" Li Xuan turned around.
"I have offended you a lot that day. I hope you..."
Song Lin slowly approached Li Xuan.
"Apologise now? Haha...uh!"
Wow!
A red light flashed before his eyes.
I saw the fire sword flying out from Song Lin's waist, shooting from the air, spanning three feet, and piercing the chest with the sword.
"Uh... you..." Li Xuan looked at the wooden sword on his chest in disbelief.
I didn't expect that Song Lin was so strong, let alone that Song Lin would do it in full view of everyone.
thump!
Li Xuan's body fell to the ground, and only Song Lin's expressionless face was seen before he died.
"Idiot." Song Lin mocked.
If you want to take action, then keep a low profile.
Li Xuan looked confident and said, "I have a trump card." Wasn't this forcing him to kill him?
It is dangerous to pass the test in the first place. If this guy is allowed to cause trouble again, the consequences will be unpredictable. Even if he leaves someone with evidence, he will be killed.