On Qingyang Mountain, which is isolated from the world, melodious bells rang.
One, two, three... the long bells echoed in the mountains and forests. Everyone in the Qingyang Sect who heard it stopped what they were doing and carefully understood the information contained in the bells.
There are no rules for ringing the bell in Qingyang Temple. It doesn’t matter the rhythm or the number of times the bell is ringed. The important thing is to use the magical power when ringing the bell, and to contain the things to be announced in the bell, so that everyone who hears the bell can
Everybody understands.
This is a very mysterious skill. Although it is quite simple to say, if you want to make the bell sound melodious and calm, and the meaning contained is clear and accurate, you need to be proficient in many kinds of magic - this is a typical "
"The small can make the big". Anyone who can do this well is a person who is qualified to establish a sect in the world and be recognized by all the sects in the world.
Why do you say that? Because to establish a sect, you need to preach, and to preach, you need to widely demonstrate your meaning to a group of disciples. The skills required for this are exactly the same as ringing a bell to send a message.
Because of this, "ringing the bell" is a very solemn and sacred task in all sects, and there is a joke among casual practitioners: "What is a great master? Just know how to ring the bell."
The bells of Qingyang Temple this time conveyed a sad message: the 24th generation patriarchs, Fang and Lin, had passed away in the cave.
Hearing the sound of the bell, disciples of all generations, whether they were idle or busy, all stopped what they were doing. Even many latent cultivators immediately left the seclusion, tidied up their appearance, and then headed to the Patriarch Hall.
In the small square that is also suspended outside the Patriarch Hall, the usually inconspicuous big bell is ringing continuously. The person ringing the bell is about twenty years old, wearing a light blue robe, and he is a
A disciple of the twenty-seventh generation. However, there are several half-thumb-sized patterns on his sleeves and hem, which proves that although he has not been practicing for a long time, he has achieved many achievements worthy of commendation and commemoration. It can be said that he came from behind.
The uncles and masters passed by one by one, casting surprised and approving looks from time to time. Wu Jie felt a little uneasy in these looks.
He really didn't understand why he was allowed to ring the bell?
Shouldn't this kind of thing be done according to seniority? Even if the reserved status of the master's generation is not suitable for doing this kind of thing, there are still uncles!
For example, Master Jiang'an, Master Zhang Long... they are all characters who have condensed their true energy, and they all have the ability to contain information in the sound of bells. Most of them can do better than themselves!
But what is surprising is that the orders of the real leader cannot be ignored.
He didn't know that not far behind, in the Qingyang Temple Hall, which was also suspended in the air and was slightly shorter than the Patriarch Hall, but its position was more conspicuous, Master Shaoguang was one step behind, standing next to Patriarch Zhang, watching with him.
Wu Jie who rings the bell.
"Easy and gentle, this child has fully mastered the subtle use of the true essence, and is almost reaching the middle stage of condensing the essence." Patriarch Zhang nodded slightly, "It only took eight years... I was a whole person back then.
It took me ten years of seclusion to completely stabilize the realm of Yuan Condensation, and it took almost another thirty years to reach the middle stage of Condensation Yuan. In this way, I have been praised as 'brave and diligent, with extraordinary qualifications'..."
"Master, you are lucky. It took me almost fifty years to reach the middle stage of Yuan Condensation." Master Shaoguang said with a smile, "If we use Wu Jielai as a reference, we are probably all disciples with poor qualifications and cannot be trained."
Patriarch Zhang was obviously in a good mood and laughed several times: "There are two happy events today. First, the two nephews were finally freed from pain, went to reincarnation, and embarked on the path of seeking Tao again; and then the twenty-seventh generation
Two more Ning Yuan masters have been added...the young people are growing up, and as an old man like me, I am very happy, but I also really feel the passage of time!"
He couldn't help but sigh: "I remember back then, when I had just stepped into the realm of innateness, I went to Baidi Pavilion with my elders to watch the ceremony and presented the elder of Baidi Pavilion, Master Bai Jin, to ascend to the upper world. At that time, the master once sighed, saying that Baidi Pavilion has talents
They will come out in large numbers, and in the next few hundred years, they will be the leaders of the righteous path... In the blink of an eye, the years will pass, and thousands of years will pass..."
"Master..." Shaoguang Zhenren was about to say something when he suddenly felt the aura of the old man in front of him move slightly, with a hint of ethereal meaning. He couldn't help but show surprise and joy, "You have reached the eighth level of alchemy?!"
"Well, I just made a breakthrough." Patriarch Zhang said calmly, "Maybe I just realized the passage of time and finally broke through the last mental barrier... After a while, I started to retreat to prepare for the tribulation."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile again: "I thought I could only stay in the realm of the seventh level of Huandan in this life, and finally die. But unexpectedly, when I saw the younger generations growing up, I felt something in my heart, so I gave up.
Because of my persistence in the inheritance of the sect, I broke through the last level. Haha, I returned to the eight-turn Tongtian Palace. I never thought that I would have this opportunity to welcome the heavenly tribulation and knock on the heavenly gate!"
"Master, with your profound cultivation, you will definitely be able to survive the tribulation smoothly!"
"I am very confident that I will succeed in overcoming the tribulation." Patriarch Zhang did not deliberately be modest and admitted this naturally, "Over the past hundreds of years, I have accumulated enough, even if I can forcefully overcome the tribulation with the seventh turn of the Returning Pill
, it’s not like there’s no chance at all. Now that the elixir has reached level 8, it’s a natural thing to successfully overcome the tribulation.”
"It's just..." He turned around and looked at Master Shaoguang, "After I successfully overcome the tribulation, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in the human world for a long time and will soon ascend; Junior Brother Lu once used a secret method that depleted lifespan, so it should be
He will die within the next thirty years...Without us two old guys who have reached level 7 of Huandan, I'm afraid many people will take a sceptic look at our sect, so you have to deal with it properly."
"Master, don't worry! This disciple must use thunderous means to intimidate Xiao Xiao, so that all the factions in the world can see the true nature of our sect and not dare to have those ghost thoughts!" Master Shao Guang replied decisively, with even more murderous intent rising in his eyes.
Among the twenty-fifth generation disciples of Qingyang Temple, Xu Shaoguang was originally known for his ferocity and aggressiveness. If his senior brother He Zhenshi had not been calm and easy-going, and persuaded him more than once, I am afraid that he would have fought many battles... Now He
Zhenshi is no longer around, and he has become the head of Qingyang Temple. Although he usually tries to be more modest, at the critical moment, his choice will definitely be completely different from that of his senior brother!
Patriarch Zhang looked at the killing intent radiating from Master Shaoguang and sighed slightly in his heart.
If you are strong, it is easy to break. If Xu Shaoguang is as strong as this, I'm afraid it may not be a blessing for our sect!
He could remember that after Baijin and a group of seniors from Baidi Pavilion ascended to the throne, under the leadership of the new head Bai Yingming, they fought several wars in three hundred years.
Although these battles gave Baidi Pavilion the reputation of being fearless in sweeping all directions with its sword, they also caused heavy losses to the elites of the sect. Even the "Five Major Clans", the backbone of the sect that had been passed down from generation to generation, were in decline. If it had not been for abandonment,
The swordsman appeared out of nowhere, and with one sword in his hand, he suppressed the evil in the world. I am afraid that the evil sects in the world have already joined forces to attack Baidi Pavilion!
Today, the situation in Qingyang Temple is similar to that of Baidi Pavilion back then, but there is no second abandoned swordsman in the world who can conquer Kyushu with one sword...
He sighed secretly, then turned around and looked at the younger disciples who were going to the Patriarch Hall to worship Fang and Lin.
These younger generation disciples are indeed more outstanding than their time. There are more people, higher cultivation level, and more stable and reliable temperament.
"Perhaps this is something that all sects in the world must experience. Just as water has waves, sects also have highs and lows. Our sect has been developing for so many years, and it is finally about to reach a climax... It is a matter of course."
He thought secretly and turned his gaze to Wu Jie again.
Wu Jie rang the bell unhurriedly. The magic weapon that could be regarded as the most difficult to control in the sect was like an ordinary bronze bell in front of him, slowly making a melodious sound. In the sound, Jiang Fang,
The life and achievements of the two ancestors, Lin, were clearly explained. In addition to mourning and condolences, they were also full of longing for the future and firm confidence that the sect would flourish.
If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the bell was struck by a new disciple who had been practicing for less than sixty years!
Seeing this scene and listening to the melodious bells, Patriarch Zhang gradually calmed down again.
"Although the Abandoned Sword Disciple is no longer around, our sect still has outstanding disciples. With Wu Jie's achievements, even if he does not reach the height of the Abandoned Sword Disciple in the future, he will definitely be able to hold on to our sect. My worries are really unnecessary!
"
He smiled slightly, walked out of the hall calmly, and his figure gradually faded away.
From now on, he will concentrate on seclusion until he is completely prepared, and then leave the seclusion to face the catastrophe, heading towards the final destination of countless monks in this world who have worked hard for many lives.
Perhaps just like the Baidi Pavilion back then, with his ascension, the sect will also usher in a climax. But he firmly believes that he is in the upper world and will only receive a steady stream of benefits from the disciples who will ascend in the future.
Good news!
Every sect has its own highs and lows, but not every high is followed by a low. With a disciple like Wu Jie taking over the important task, what else do you need to worry about?
Seeing Patriarch Zhang go away, Master Shaoguang smiled and returned to the main hall.
As the master of the sect, he has a lot of things to do. Especially the distribution of interests related to the sect - this kind of thing, Qingyang Temple disciples who have always respected free and easy and pure cultivation have always regarded it as water and fire and avoided it.
, and only a few freaks like him are willing to waste their practice time to deal with such boring things.
"Fortunately, people like me are always easier to find." Master Shaoguang smiled self-deprecatingly and opened a few files.
The sound of the bell is melodious, echoing in the mountains and fields.
