Every three years, as the ancestor of Wen Dian, Duan Ziqian would start a nine-day lecture on the Dharma and resolve doubts at the pulpit.
From the foundation of Taoism to the practice of secret techniques.
Nothing is left untouched, nothing is left untouched.
However, there are only a few hundred people who are truly qualified to step into the inner courtyard to listen to lectures. Most of them are direct disciples of various palaces or high-ranking elders in charge.
Sit down as you should, bow your head and listen.
In previous years, as expected, Wen Tianshu, the head of the Nine Halls, would sit on the first futon in the first row.
Then came the other eight palace masters, occupying the only nine seats in the first row alongside him.
After the nine people, in order of entry, there are a group of direct disciples.
Next came the elders of each palace and the most numerous middle-level stewards.
Everything is in order and no one dares to make mistakes here.
But this year, what shocked everyone present was that a lonely figure quietly stood in front of Wen Tianshu.
He is covered with black robes and covered by black mist.
With the power of one person, he can overwhelm the nine masters of the Wen Palace and lead the way.
Wrapped in the thick mist, everyone could only vaguely see her blurry back, but could not understand her true appearance.
"Who is that......"
In the distance, someone who didn't know what was going on was murmuring and asking questions, frowning.
"Oh, who else could it be?"
Someone answered intriguingly: "The masked woman is the lord of the ancestral dragons, and the lord of the ancestral dragons is the masked woman."
"The outside world has gone crazy, saying that the second most exquisite Dharma image on the Taixu Creation Monument is in our Wen Palace."
"The vision of heaven and earth half a year ago, when the ancestral dragon swallowed the dragon and the phoenix, is said to have been planned by the ancestor."
"Hey, you don't know anything about such an earth-shattering change, a major event that has attracted everyone's attention in the Eight Hundred Immortals World?"
The confused questioner's expression changed drastically, and he said with a look of horror: "Is this true?"
The person who answered had a devilish smile and said enigmatically: "True, true, false, false, true, true."
"There are some things that we cannot inquire into. If you know something but don't know it, you should do your duty."
The questioner was shocked and quickly echoed: "Yes, you are right, but..."
When the conversation changed, he said thoughtfully: "It seems that the masked woman has been accepted by the ancestor as his direct disciple."
"Her status will surpass the masters of the nine halls in one fell swoop, and she will become a being inferior to one person in the Wen Palace and above ten thousand people."
"It is obvious that this is what it means, but it has not been announced openly and honestly. The profound meaning contained in it is really hard to fathom."
"I'm not worried about other things. What I'm worried about is, how should we treat her in the future?"
"It's not good to be too close, but if you're too distant, she might hold a grudge in her heart."
"Oh, it's such a troublesome thing."
Complaining quietly, he kept grumbling.
The person who replied smiled and said nothing, and raised two fingers to his mouth, indicating that he should listen quietly to the Dharma.
...
Three days later, the teaching ended.
The forbidden area of Wen Palace and the viewing peak.
An independent peak with a height of 9,300 meters.
On the narrow and steep stairs, Duan Ziqian walked at the front wearing a white robe.
Following silently were the masked woman carrying a long sword and the nine masters of the Wen Palace.
Everyone looks at their eyes, nose and heart, without squinting, and each has his or her own thoughts.
It wasn't until Duan Ziqian stopped and turned around to walk into the deserted pavilion halfway up the mountain. Wen Tianshu, who had been silent all the way, took the opportunity to come forward and bowed and said: "Ancestor, I received a message from Emperor Junyuan yesterday.
Jade slip, tell Mo Zi Ao to take Suning to the demon world."
"I didn't leave from the fairy world, but took a shortcut directly through the crack in the void in the small world of Nanting."
