A small group of people arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, but there were about twenty people in total. The first six people were riding horses in front, and behind them were eighteen fully armed men in black. I saw this group of people coming and going in a hurry.
His expression was unusually solemn.
Soon, the leader was seen raising one arm lightly. Seeing this, the people behind him immediately stopped their horses and looked silently at the beautiful woman in black embroidery at the front.
Turning her head to the side, revealing her pointed chin, the woman in black smiled slightly and said, "Daozhang Zhao, now that we have arrived at your territory, you don't need me to teach you what to do, right?"
After speaking, a middle-aged man wearing Quanzhen Taoist robes stood next to him and took two steps forward on his horse. He stared at the mountain road ahead with complex eyes, then reached into his arms, took out a ringing arrow, nodded and said: "Princess, there is no need to filter, poor people."
Tao knows what to do."
After saying that, he swung out the sounding arrow with everyone's interested eyes, but with a loud sound, the sounding arrow shot up into the sky and exploded in the sky.
Not long after, four Huangguan Taoists were seen rushing down the mountain. When they got closer, they first hesitantly glanced at the group of people with a solemn temperament, and then caught a glimpse of Zhao Zhijing in the group. The four of them looked at each other for a moment, and immediately quickly
He stepped forward, bowed to Zhao Zhijing, and said, "Uncle Zhao, it's you who are back. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have a mission?"
Zhao Zhijing's defection has not spread in the Quanzhen Sect. What is known is only some third-generation disciples who are in important positions. But now that the group of powerful people have all been led down the mountain by Yin Zhiping, the fourth-generation disciples really don't know anything about it.
One person knows.
After all, Zhao Zhijing's seniority is so great that this incident can be regarded as a scandal for the Quanzhen Sect. It is impossible for the Six Quanzhen disciples to publicize it. Except for some top elites, no ordinary disciples know about it.
Zhao Zhijing glanced at the four people in slight surprise. The complex look in Zhao Zhijing's eyes became even more intense. Unexpectedly, the Six Quanzhen disciples did not inform his disciples about his defection, which could be regarded as saving his face.
He actually said with some regret: "Four junior nephews don't need to be polite. Is the head junior brother on the mountain now? There are also several senior uncles."
Speaking of Yin Zhiping, a trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes. He hated his master and uncles for being partial.
Hearing the sound, the leader shook his head and said: "The headmaster is not in the door at the moment. He led his team down the mountain to attend the invitation issued by the Beggar Clan half a month ago. I think he should be on his way back now."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing's eyes actually flashed with a strong sense of disappointment. He came here this time to take back the position of headmaster from Yin Zhiping and humiliate him face to face. Who knows that the protagonist is not here at this moment?
Within the teaching.
Just as many pictures flashed through my mind, I heard the disciple say again: "As for several masters and uncles, they have been in seclusion for many days, and I don't know when they will come out of seclusion."
After seeing one of his own, this disciple's guard was immediately let go, and private situations such as seclusion were also informed. Zhao Zhijing must have had some prestige in the Quanzhen Sect over the years, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.
When she heard the word "retreat", Princess Huang Jia smiled slightly and spread out her white jade folding fan with her little hands to shake it gently.
Presumably he noticed that this group of people was unusual, so the leading disciple hesitated for a while and asked: "Uncle Zhao, who are these?"
Pointing at Huang Jia and others, Zhao Zhijing raised his chin slightly: "These are my most distinguished guests. I heard that my sect is the most authentic Taoist sect in the Central Plains. This time they came with me to pay a visit to some of my uncles."
of."
"I see."
Nodding, the four of them took another look at the three brothers Pei Bin and Bagatul, who were dressed in weird clothes. Just when they were about to reply, they heard loud music on the mountain. Sixteen Taoist priests played the sheng and played all the music. They lined up by the road to greet them.
There are also sixteen Taoist priests holding wooden swords, iron bowls and other magical weapons.
The moment they saw Zhao Zhijing, their faces all showed brief astonishment. They thought, isn't Headmaster Yin back? Why is it Uncle Zhao?
It turned out that when they saw the sound of arrows, they all thought it was Yin Zhiping's class teacher returning to the mountain, so they went out to greet him with great fanfare. Who expected it to be Zhao Zhijing, whom they had not seen for a long time.
Although they were disappointed, they had learned orthodox Kung Fu and still had some Qi-nurturing skills. They were only surprised for a moment before continuing to line up to greet him.
Zhao Zhijing naturally saw the astonishment on their faces, and a strong jealousy flashed through his heart, but he did not show it and calmly accepted their formation.
Just like that, a group of people and horses escorted them from front to back and headed straight up the mountain.
During the march, the leader, Zhao Zhijing, couldn't help but said bitterly in his heart: "When the position of headmaster falls into my hands, what will happen to your faces when I see you!?"
Just for a show, it can be said to be extremely petty.
Huang Jia, who was behind him, naturally saw Zhao Zhijing's facial expression clearly, so he shook his head invisibly and said secretly: "This person is really a pustule."
Soon, the group of people all arrived outside the Chongyang Palace. At a glance, they saw more than 500 Taoist priests in the palace lined up from the main hall to more than ten feet outside the mountain gate. They could only hear the boring of copper bells, the rumbling of leather drums, and hundreds of people.
The famous Taoist priest bowed and waited solemnly.
Seeing such a solemn and solemn scene, Zhao Zhijing's originally gloomy face couldn't help but perk up. Zhao Zhijing looked in high spirits. With the support of sixteen disciples, Zhao Zhijing first went to the Sanqing Hall to kowtow to Yuanshi Tianzun, the Supreme Being.
Taoist Lord, Taishang Laojun Sanqing, then went to the back hall to kowtow to the portrait of Wang Chongyang, the founder of the religion. Finally, after hesitating for a moment, he walked to the meeting place of the Quanzhen Seven Sons in the third hall and kowtowed to the seven empty chairs.
, and then returned to the main hall, Sanqing Hall.
At this time, the three Bagatul brothers behind Huang Jia were already impatient and shouted: "What? You called us here just to see you visit your grave? Where are the Quanzhen Seventh Son? Tell them to come out!"
This statement naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of all the Quanzhen disciples. They all glared at the three brothers with righteous indignation and shouted: "What did you say?! We treat each other with courtesy! As you are guests, don't do too much."
presumptuous!"
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This trip was already coming in a big way, so I weighed it carefully and did not wave my hand to stop everyone's shouting.
"Hey hey hey, what, are those old immortals afraid? Bah! What kind of authentic Xuanmen, they are just a bunch of rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"
Abu vomited thick phlegm on the main hall. This move immediately ignited the anger of all the Quanzhen disciples. The sixteen top disciples immediately pulled out their swords, pointed them at the arrogant Abu and shouted: "You keep repeating this."
This insult to our teaching is unbearable! Even though you are Uncle Zhao's guest, there is nothing we can say to spare you today!"
"Hahahahaha, just because of you crooked melons and cracked dates?!"
With one step on the bluestone bricks, Abba took off his hat and threw it to the ground, instantly revealing his eye-catching braids.
Perhaps seeing the growing chaos in the venue, Huang Jia, who was looking around, finally spoke up. She walked lightly towards the middle of the crowd, opened the fan with a twisting sound, covered her mouth and said with a chuckle: "Your Majesty the Great Khan Yuyin.
, Master Qiu is respected by me, Genghis Khan. He is now very old, but I don’t know if he is still alive.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand, and Pei Bin quickly stepped forward and handed over a roll of yellow satin. Huang Jia shook off one hand, looked leisurely at the surprised Quanzhen disciples, and read out slowly and crisply: "His Majesty the Great Khan's imperial edict
, the head of the Quanzhen Sect is conferred as: the Grand Master of the Specially Awarded Immortal Acting Taoist, the head of the Xuanmen, the Wencui Kai Xuan Hongren Guangyi Da Zhenren, in charge of all Taoist institutes..."
After reading this, he saw that no one in the hall knelt down to listen to the decree. Huang Jia didn't care, shook his hair on the back of his head, and said with a smile: "This edict was not originally awarded to Zhenren Qiu. Who is the master of Quanzhen?
If you teach, you will be honored and granted the title."
After saying that, he slowly glanced around the disciples with different expressions and said, "Where is your headmaster?"
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Everyone hesitated for a moment, and then saw a Taoist who seemed to have a position in the church stepped forward and praised: "The master is not in the door now. This is a big matter. We dare not make the decision without authorization. We have to wait for the master to return and listen."
His old man’s decree.”
"Hehehehe, this is easy to handle."
Putting away the folding fan with a snap, Huang Jia threw the yellow satin back to Pei Bin with one hand, then walked straight to Zhao Zhijing, looked at the latter with no meaning, and then smiled at everyone.
"Then let's choose another headmaster. In my opinion, this Taoist priest is very good."