The old man looked at Wang Han and murmured to himself.
Wang Han sat cross-legged.
He pulled the distance closer to the old man.
I originally wanted to ask again after the Fengshan ceremony, but now I took this opportunity to ask Wang Han.
"Senior, take a good look, are I the one you met before?"
The old man held the candle and looked at Wang Han carefully.
Then he thought about it and muttered himself, lowering his head.
"Yes, it's exactly the same as I saw that year."
Wang Han asked the old man to sit down, took the candle, and brought it closer to him.
"Senior, what did we say after you saw me? What else did I do? Can you remember something?"
The old man looked at Wang Han.
"Just drink, then you look at the night sky and talk to yourself, and then you go to the altar to stand all night."
"What after that?"
The old man thought about it and suddenly stood up, staring at Wang Han with his slightly cloudy eyes.
"I seem to remember nothing after that, alas? What about after that?"
The old man started asking himself again.
Take the candle from Wang Han's hand, and the flames sway and approach Wang Han's cheek.
The old man looked carefully for a long time again.
Shake your head.
"You are not him!"
The old man stood up and walked out with a candle.
When he reached the door, the old man turned around and smiled at Wang Han.
"The Master of the Trail, it's cold in the mountains at night, cover it with some quilts, I'll bring the door for you."
Wang Han looked at the old man who was sometimes confused and sometimes awake, but couldn't ask anything.
It's still early.
Everything in this place is very pristine.
The water is picked up from the bottom of the mountain, and there is no electricity. The house is old and I don’t know when it was built.
Wang Han lay on the bed and pondered for a while, then fell asleep again with his eyes closed.
It was past five o'clock in the morning.
Wang Han got up.
Someone outside has already started to prepare for the final preparations for the Fengshan ceremony.
Wang Han washed his face.
After drinking a sip of clear spring water, I still have sweet sweetness after entering.
The Fengshan ceremony has two altars of heaven and earth.
The Temple of Heaven is circle.
Ditan is the place.
It is in line with the principle of a perfect sky and a perfect place.
It is named as offering sacrifices to heaven and Zen for offering sacrifices to the earth.
The Fengshan ceremony is recorded in many ancient books.
There is also a record in "Records of the Grand Historian", "Dengfeng bids the heavens and descends to the earth to eliminate the earth."
To put it in the ground, it is a grand ceremony for our ancestors to worship the world.
Throughout history, those who have held the Fengshan ceremony were held by the emperors who had made contributions in peace and prosperity or in auspicious times.
The nine paths in the world have similarities with this path.
But there are still many differences in details.
The purpose of the nine principles of the world is to act according to heaven and not be involved in imperial power.
Every Fengshan ceremony is held when the new Taoist lord ascends the throne.
It aims to make the trusted Taoist master connect with heaven and earth.
These things Yue Hongzhuo told Wang Han were mysterious and mysterious. After all, this old guy was just a Taoist leader. He still couldn't tell the details. He could only wait for Wang Han to realize them himself.
Wang Han looked at the sky.
The east is white.
It's a sunny day.
Wang Han moved his muscles and bones.
Yue Hongzhuo sent Wang Han a new set of clothes specially used for the Fengshan ceremony.
Wang Han, who changed into a long gown, gave people a different temperament.
Compared to Wang Han, who was wearing street stalls before, Wang Han inadvertently showed a natural power when he made every move.
Song Buyan stood in the distance and looked at Wang Han, "It looks really like!"
Luo Qian, who was eating snacks with cigarettes next to him, asked, "Who do you look like?"
"Old Taoist Lord!"
"If it doesn't look like it, something will happen!"
Song Buyan looked at the cross-eyed old man speechlessly.
Li Gousheng put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Wang Han in the distance with his eyes drooping, "I think the little Taoist lord has more things than the old Taoist lord, and I can't say it!"
Song Buyan smiled, raised his head to look at the sky, and calculated with his hands in his wide sleeves.
The old master walked slowly and stood side by side.
"You told him that things were done by humans, but you secretly calculated here?"
Song Buyan smiled, looked at Wang Han in the distance, and sighed helplessly, "Who made him a variable?"
"So what did you figure it out?"
"Life and death are uncertain."
The old master's expression condensed.
One hand slowly hangs down, and the hand hidden in the wide sleeves was counting.
Song Buyan carried his hands behind his back, "I made a living by relying on this, why? Do you think you are stronger than me?"
The old master paused for a moment.
"How many times have you forgotten?"
"Seventeen times."
“There are changes every time?”
"But life and death are uncertain every time!"
The two stood side by side in silence.
"No matter what, he cannot die. If he dies, life will be devastated, and the world will be filled with sorrow, scorched earth will be thousands of miles away, and the purgatory on earth."
The old master sighed.
"Even if I try to die, I will keep him alive."
"Everyone present is the same as you! This is our mission, but his destiny."
It was noon.
The sun shines brightly.
Wang Han led the other eight heads.
And hundreds of disciples from all over the world slowly climbed to the altar.
Burn incense and sacrifice wine, recite certificates and worship.
Wang Han stood in the middle and followed the process down.
The other eight roads stand first in eight directions.
Everything was held as promised.
As long as the process is over, the eight Daozhuans can help Wang Han to sense naturally through the exercises, and they can obtain what Taoist masters of all generations should have obtained.
Wang Han was careful in every process, for fear of getting something wrong.
My little heart is hanging all the time.
Since I opened my eyes in the morning, Xiaoxin has been making a sudden sound and I always feel a little restless.
This is the first time this is such a strong situation.
I couldn't help but recall the words that Song Buyan asked yesterday, whether he had done anything bad in the past year.
Wang Han has never done anything that is harmful to the world, but Wang Han has also done a lot of things that are not human.
Wang Han remembered the smile of Song Buyan yesterday very clearly.
I was so anxious that I was almost over.
Everything is fine.
Wang Han then breathed a sigh of relief.
After worship.
Wang Han turned his head.
The old master nodded.
The eight heads pressed their hands on a Tai Chi fish diagram in front of their respective positions.
The eight qi bodies rolling and swaying towards Wang Han in the middle.
Wang Han's body was shocked.
These eight qi bodies have different momentums, and they turned into a stream, wandering along the tendons and veins in Wang Han's body.
Wang Han's Qi body was then stimulated.
The Qi body rolls around.
The air rippled with nearly transparent ripples.
It seemed as if Kui had opened his pulse.
Ripples ripples.
It shines with the primordial qi of heaven and earth.
The Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth seemed to form a vortex here and roll towards it.
Under the rolling Yuan Qi, Wang Han's face turned flushed.
A sense of weightlessness spreads throughout the body.
I feel like my body is emptying little by little.
The pores are also opening up bit by bit.
It seems that the wind can pass through Wang Han's body.
This feeling is wonderful.
Gradually.
Wang Han could feel any movement of the tide of Yuanqi.
I feel like a small boat in the sea.
But he is not swept by the anger, but just goes with the flow and even causes the tide.
Time passes.
suddenly.
The old master opened his eyes first.
Luo Qian followed closely behind.
The other Taoist priests opened their eyes one after another.
He looked in the direction where Wang Han was.
A purple dragon that was more than a hundred feet long slowly evaporated from the ground and hovered behind Wang Han.
Several people looked at each other.
Everyone thought of what the old man said yesterday.
The giant dragon was about to instill into Wang Han's body under the vortex.