"Feng Yi, you first try to communicate with Master Tian and Master Xuanzhen."
Taoist priest Xuanji called Feng Yi to his side and looked at the tablets of the three of them and said: "Master, senior brother, Feng Yi is here, and I am going to pass the position of headmaster to him according to your wishes.
But you should understand what happened. Something happened to Feng Yi, and he wants to borrow your seeds for use. If you agree, can you set an example first?"
Following Taoist Master Xuanji's words, Feng Yi respectfully saluted the three people's souls.
After waiting for a while, there was no response from the three tablets, and Taoist Xuan Ji felt a little impatient.
Even the three closest people to you are not willing to help, how can you expect anyone else to help?
"Feng Yi, come to meet my master..."
Next, Taoist Xuan Ji led Feng Yi to salute each tablet. Feng Yi's attitude was upright and pious, and his expression remained normal even though he did not respond. On the contrary, Taoist Xuan Ji's face gradually darkened.
Is this because you are dissatisfied with his arrangement?
There are so many Maoshan Patriarchs, but no one is willing to lend a helping hand?
Do you want to watch Maoshan fall?
Even though Taoist Master Xuan Ji had the reputation of being stupid and useless, he didn't care, but he really felt sorry for Feng Yi.
Feng Yi is so outstanding that he is definitely the best candidate for the new head coach. He also believes that under Feng Yi's leadership, the Maoshan Sect will rise again.
But these patriarchs didn't even give him the most basic trust, which made him disappointed.
After passing one memorial tablet after another, Taoist priest Xuan Ji has gone from helplessness to disappointment, from disappointment to despair.
Feng Yi still saluted one by one meticulously, and his mood became increasingly calm.
Along the way, he was greeted with applause, flowers, admiration and respect. Even if he was misunderstood at first, he would prove his strength with facts.
But this was the first time I had experienced this complete indifference and disregard.
It seems that I am not good enough, and my ancestors still have doubts about me.
This actually aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.
Since you all don't think highly of me, I'm going to make some achievements even though you don't think highly of me.
I am determined to be the leader of Maoshan!
Perhaps due to a change in mentality, Feng Yi felt that the tablets in front of him were a little different. Just now he was ignoring them, but now he was scrutinizing them.
"Is it my imagination?"
Feng Yi was a little curious.
"Feng Yi, there are only three founders of our religion in Maoshan left, please bow seriously."
At this time, more than half an hour had passed. Even if he was just talking, Taoist Master Xuan Ji was exhausted and his face was pale, but he still said in a hoarse voice: "Disciple Xuan Ji, I have met Zhenjun Sanmao.
The three patriarchs, now the Maoshan sect has experienced a great disaster and is in urgent need of a capable and responsible disciple to restore its reputation.
The disciples are old and incapable of carrying out such important tasks, but Feng Yi, a disciple from Maoshan, is worthy of this important task.
I also hope that the three patriarchs will appear as saints and donate their seeds to rebuild his Dantian."
"Disciple Feng Yi pays homage to True Lord Sanmao, hoping that True Lord will show his sage, and wishes me a helping hand. Disciple will surely live up to True Lord's trust and revive the reputation of our Maoshan Mountain!"
After Feng Yi finished speaking in an extremely determined tone, he saluted seriously.
Still no response!
Just when Taoist Master Xuanji was completely desperate and was about to take Feng Yi away, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Here!"
What?
Taoist Master Xuanji thought he was hearing hallucinations, and quickly raised his head, only to see three crystal clear beads of red, yellow and green slowly floating on the spiritual throne of Sanmao Zhenjun.
The true king has appeared!
They are willing to donate their seeds!
Taoist priest Xuan Ji's mood changed from great sadness to great joy. Because of the great impact, even his expression became a little stiff.
"Here!"
Another voice sounded, and Master Tao Hongjing's blue seeds also floated up.
"Here!"
This time it’s Ge Hongzhen’s brown seed…
One sound after another sounded in the ears of the two people, and one seed after another slowly floated in the air, like the chain effect of dominoes. All the Maoshan masters contributed their own seeds.
"Here!"
This time it was the Heavenly Master.
"Here!"
This time it was Taoist Master Xuanzhen.
"Here!"
This time it was Taoist Master Xuanming.
When Taoist Master Xuanming sacrificed his own seeds, the entire hall was surrounded by thousands of rays of light, and a rich aura that shot straight to the sky reverberated in the air.
Taoist priest Xuan Ji's lips trembled, and he burst into tears at some point.
It turns out that they didn't want to help, they were just waiting for Grandmaster's permission.
It turns out that you have been blessing Maoshan...
Feng Yi was very excited when faced with hundreds of seeds. Unexpectedly, all the founders were willing to let him revive Maoshan's reputation!
Was it because my previous attitude was not firm enough that you didn't want to take action?
After I confirmed my heart, I finally passed your test?
At this moment, he felt that the burden on his shoulders was so heavy and yet so glorious!
But, with so many seeds, which one should I choose?
Feng Yi looked at Taoist Xuan Ji with some confusion.
"You silly boy, why are you still dazed? Hurry up and meditate, use your consciousness to try to contact the seeds, and choose which one is suitable as your Dantian!"
When Taoist priest Xuan Ji saw Feng Yi's stupidity, he hated the iron and cursed him.
"Oh! Yes!"
When Feng Yiru woke up from his dream, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, concentrated, and used his consciousness to contact the seeds floating in the sky.
Although San Mao Zhenjun was the first to agree, but out of the principle of closeness, his first consideration was naturally the seeds of Lao Tianshi and Xuan Zhen and Xuan Ming.
"Well, why doesn't it feel like there's no rejection? It seems like I can use it whenever I want."
After coming into contact with these three seeds, Feng Yi was a little confused. Then he tried to come into contact with other seeds. The result shocked him. Even the seeds of San Mao Zhenjun seemed to be able to be used by him.
This result was so scary that Feng opened his eyes unconsciously.
"Why, even a seed is not suitable?"
Seeing Feng's troubled expression, Taoist priest Xuan Ji immediately said nervously: "Were you not pious enough or not focused enough just now? Don't worry, take your time, there will always be a suitable one."
"No, Master, what should I do if I find these seeds are suitable?"
Feng Yi murmured.
"It's not suitable. How could it not be suitable?"
Before Taoist priest Xuan Ji came over, he muttered subconsciously. When he reacted, he was shocked: "What did you say?!"
"It's true, I seem to be able to use these seeds."
Feng Yi repeated it again.
"How can it be……"
Taoist priest Xuan Ji fell into extreme shock again.
It is true that these patriarchs practice Maoshan Shu, but the techniques they practice are diverse, and the seeds they produce are naturally very different.
Under normal circumstances, you would be lucky to have one match.
All suitable...
Never heard of it.
[Author's digression]: I peeled the fruit and cut my finger, but I also took it.
I finished coding one chapter slowly and am still coding the second chapter.
