A white-haired old Taoist wearing a gray robe seemed to have descended from the sky at some point, and stopped in mid-air like a ghost, looking at Xuanjizi expressionlessly. Wuxu looked at it for a moment, and then he couldn't help but jump up.
The old Taoist priest must be a senior master of Longhushan Zhengyi Sect. Looking at him, I can't tell his level of cultivation at all.
Xuanjizi was even more nervous. He felt that an extremely dangerous energy was locking him, as if it could turn into a thunder strike at any time. He raised the Yellow Dragon Sword in the air, forced out a sword light, and pinched it with his hands.
Jue, asked cautiously, "I am Xuan Jizi, the seventh generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect. This time I was sent by the leader to come to Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Sect to pay homage to Zhang Tianshi Master Zhang. I don't know which ancestor of Tianshi Mansion I am.
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When the old Taoist heard Xuan Jizi's question, his slightly stooped body slowly straightened and he answered coldly, "I am so sincere." With each word left his lips.
After spitting it out, the momentum of his whole body continued to rise, bringing up bursts of strong wind on Tianren Peak.
When Wuxu heard the words Zhang Zhensui, he knew something was wrong and hurriedly flew out. Just after sliding 1 meter away, he saw the old Taoist who claimed to be Zhang Zhensui, the twentieth generation master of Longhu Mountain, who seemed to be
He took a slight step forward, and a giant white palm transformed from spiritual energy rumbled down from mid-air towards himself and Xuanjizi.
In terms of location, Wuxu and Xuanjizi are opposite to the old Taoist priest, but in fact the three of them are distributed in a triangle. It's just that the old Taoist priest and Wuxu Xuanjizi are far away from each other. If they drive from others, Wuxuzheng
Sandwiched between the old Taoist priest and Xuan Jizi. Therefore, the old Taoist raised his giant palm and hit Xuan Jizi according to logic, but he passed by Wuxu first.
Wuxu felt that he could hardly move under the heavy pressure. He raised his head and looked at the palm print that was about to press on him. He was slightly absent-minded, as if he had returned to the scene when he was targeted by Mo En when he just left Hualien Miaofa Sect.
.Suddenly, the decree from the Basiba scroll in his arms flew out, unfolded rapidly, became the size of a cassock, and emitted a soft yellow light, wrapping Wuxu inside. The green aura coming from the giant palm faintly flashed.
Upon contact, the decree swayed for a while, and then floated to the side like a living thing. Poor Wuxu, although the yellow light removed most of the impact, was still shaken to the point of weakness. He vomited blood and hurriedly used his spiritual consciousness without saying a word.
Communicate with the Mandala Dharma Realm and perform exercises to heal injuries. The old Taoist priest groaned, staring at the decree of Ba Siba, and his giant palm was still running towards the Xuan Ji Zi in the distance, whose Qi had been locked.
The Xuanjizi knew so well that he didn't dare to block it. He sprayed some blood on the Yellow Dragon Sword, intending to break through the invisible restrictions around it, use his body to control the sword, and fly down the mountain. But how could he escape the late cultivation of the real person?
Zhang Zhen, the 20th Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, struck with anger. In the yellow light, Wuxu vaguely heard a strange cry not long after Xuanjizi flew out, and his body fell straight like a stone.
Go down.
That Zhang Zhensui no longer chased Xuan Jizi. He came straight to Wuxu's side, looked at the roll of yellow silk floating on Wuxu's head and changed to its original size, and slowly said:
After death, he was reborn, gained wisdom and enlightenment, and asked questions from north to south, just like a dragon or a tiger.
After pondering for a moment, he reached out to take the yellow silk and walked away.
Wuxu didn't expect that the decree of Basiba could be so magical that it could automatically protect the Lord and block himself from an angry blow from a late-level master. He watched the decree being taken away by the old Taoist priest, not daring to do anything.
After making a sound, Wu Xu couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart. After the old Taoist left, Wu Xu hurriedly sacrificed the sheep roll mandala magic weapon, flew down Tianren Peak, and returned to the quiet room of Tianshi Mansion.
In the middle of the night, there was such a commotion at Tianren Peak in the back mountain of the Tianshi Mansion, but no one came out to inspect. Not even the third prince Baltsoda showed up. Wuxu sat in the quiet room of the Tianshi Mansion all night,
During the exercise to heal the injury, no one came to ask. When the sky turned white, a little Taoist priest respectfully delivered the meal to the door without saying anything. Wuxu was also confused, so he closed the door tightly and sat on the couch to rest.
.It wasn't until night fell again that Changqingzi came and invited him to the place where he had been yesterday for a banquet.
Wuxu followed Chang Qingzi with a smile on his face, walked around several corridors and passed through patches of green lotus. After sitting down, he saw Xuanjizi walking towards him in the distance. The Xuanjizi held the fly whisk,
Carrying the Yellow Dragon Sword, he walked squarely and when he saw Wuxu, he nodded calmly and took his seat. Apart from his slightly pale face, Wuxu couldn't see any difference between him and yesterday.
After a while, just like yesterday, everyone arrived and sat down at once; it was still Chang Qingzi who mainly came out to socialize with everyone. That day, the contemporary Zhang Tianshi of the Master's Mansion, Zhang Zhenren, only occasionally whispered a few words to the third prince sitting on the right.
Sentence. When the Taoist priest by the pool finished playing a song of Sanqing's entry into Taoism, Chang Qingzi walked to the edge of the pavilion and clapped his hands, and the Taoist priests who played the music retreated one after another. After a while, Chang Qingzi clapped his hands again, and there was only a burst of
Heavy footsteps sounded, and a dozen young people walked to the pavilion in the lotus pond. Led by Chang Qingzi, they filed into the pavilion, lined up in the middle, and respectfully greeted Zhang Tianshi Zhang Zhenren.
Greetings. Facing this group of ordinary people, Zhang Tianshi stood up unexpectedly, waved his hands and said, "You don't have to be polite. Since you have passed all kinds of tests, just stay here and practice Taoism." As soon as he finished speaking, these people were overjoyed.
They all knelt down and worshiped. The Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion on the side had already expressed their praise for the sincerity and determination of these people, who had knelt down and worshiped all the way. They had gone through countless hardships and various tests. Wuxu saw these people with hungry faces and dusty bodies.
Among them, one or two were the ones he had seen moving stones and building walls on the way to the Tianshi Mansion. Although he didn't care much about it, he secretly sneered disdainfully and said, "How can you block Youyou if you are so artificial?"
Everyone?"
After a commotion among the people below, Zhang Celestial Master Zhang Zhenren waved his hands and said, "It's just a general rule. To join our Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhenyi Sect, you must abide by the Tao and the Dharma, be pure and inactive, respect your master, and practice the Tao for heaven. You may remember this.
"?" The answer "Disciple please remember" suddenly sounded in the pavilion. Zhang Tianshi Master Zhang looked at the excited and pious new disciples sitting below him, nodded slightly, and casually pointed to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy below, "
Your name is Mingxin." The young student he was referring to couldn't help but kowtow to Tianshi Zhang. Zhang Tianshi waved his hand and said, "Tonight, all the wise men have gathered together, and the seats are full of good teachers. You guys will look for your name in the banquet.
It’s a chance.”
When the people in the pavilion heard what Zhang Tianshi said, they all bowed to everyone at the table and asked for blessings. When everyone at the table saw this scene, although they felt that it was a deliberate arrangement, they looked at these fearful, happy and pious people.
Folks, it’s hard to think of teasing, they meditate on their own,
Chang Qingzi, Tian Xingzi and other Taoist priests of the Tianshi Mansion followed the Mingxin that Zhang Tianshi had previously adopted and gave a series of Taoist names beginning with Ming characters, Ming Dao, Ming Jing, Ming Qing, etc. The third prince Baer
Cuoda pondered for a moment and gave the Taoist name of Ming Yuan. Xuan Jizi recited the mantra, danced with a whisk in his hand, and said the word "Ming Zhen".
Wuxu sat on the banquet, looking at the common man who was in his early twenties but not yet thirty, but with faint wrinkles on his forehead. He saluted him respectfully, recited the name "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord", sighed softly, clasped his hands together,
He sang, "I am a man who moves stones and builds walls, but I don't want to enter the Taoist gate in the pond. I am covered with wind, frost, and dust, and I see no trace of the green lotus. Your Taoist name will be the bright dust." Say it, flick your fingers, and a flower will appear.
A white lotus appears on the finger, spins for a moment, turns blue, and flies into the head of this citizen.
As the saying goes
The old Taoist raised his palm to the sky with anger, while the young monk vomited blood and issued the decree.
The wind and frost on the temples ask for the name of the Tao, and a green lotus emerges from the dust.