The ghost master acted as the master of ceremonies to worship the ancestor, and followed him with a loud shout.
Wei Ping, who was next to him, immediately asked two disciples to light the firecrackers that had been hung under the cliff. The crackling sound of firecrackers resounded throughout Wuliang Mountain...
"Drums up!"
The ghost yelled again.
Several young disciples nearby immediately beat three big drums, and the sound of drums and firecrackers sounded in unison...
"Incense!"
The ghost yelled again.
Wei Ping, who was standing next to the altar, immediately passed the lit incense to Sima Boyong, Chang Wude, Wu Weizi and Yang Jingyi. The three elders of Wuliang Taoist Temple first offered the incense, each with nine incense sticks.
Then insert them together into the bronze incense burner on the altar.
"bye!"
The ghost master standing on the right side of the altar shouted again.
Sima Boyong, Chang Wude, Wu Weizi and Yang Jingyi knelt on the futon on the ground, and followed the ghost master shouting: "Kowtow!"
The four of them bowed with their heads on the ground, and Master Gui shouted again: "Kowtow twice!"
The four of them bowed again, and the ghost master shouted again: "Kowtow three times!"
The four of them bowed again, and then the ghost master shouted: "Xing, Pingshen, Reset!"
Sima Boyong, Chang Wude, Wu Weizi and Yang Jingyi stood up and stood on the left side of the altar. Master Gui shouted again: "The guest is offering incense!"
Immediately, Master Huikong and Master Yunbai, Head Liu Bing and Elder Zhang Qing, Head Shi Yizhen and Li Feiyu and other sect heads and sect leaders stood in a team and walked up. Wei Ping handed the incense to them.
Then the ghost master shouted: "Send incense!"
A group of people inserted incense into the incense burner on the altar in an orderly manner, and then the ghost master shouted: "Bow down!"
The group of people did not kneel on the ground like Chang Wude and Sima Boyong before, but bowed. Following the ghost master's shout, they paid three obeisances to the ancestors of Wuliang Taoist Temple...
After all, they are guests and do not need to kneel. They only need to bow three times.
"alright."
Seeing this, Lord Ghost asked the younger generation of Wuliang Taoist Temple to continue offering incense and kneeling in worship.
Li Zihang handed the incense to Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan, followed by Xu Lingwei, Duan Yingying, Wei Ping, Qi Wu, Zeng Yongchang and other fellow apprentices first offered incense, then knelt down and bowed three times...
The young disciples of various sects do not need to offer incense and worship, but all the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple need to offer incense and kneel to the ancestors of all generations, so this process takes about half an hour. After all the disciples have finished offering incense, Sima
Boyongcai said to the heads of the various sects: "Everyone, this is the end of the great ancestor worship ceremony. Let's go down the mountain one by one."
"good…"
The heads and masters of the various sects, Master Huikong and Master Yunbai nodded, and then asked the disciples on the bluestone road to turn around and go down the mountain in an orderly manner.
"Uncle Grandmaster, why don't you come down the mountain with us and watch the disciples compete with young talents from various sects."
Sima Boyong came up and said respectfully to Master Gui who was sitting on the chair.
"No, you can go down."
The ghost master stood up and waved his hand, then opened the door curtain and went in.
"Then let's go."
Seeing this, Wuweizi sighed and said.
Ever since Master Gui came up to the mountain to be the tombkeeper of the ancestors of all generations, he has not been down the mountain for decades, so now his temper has become more and more weird, and his attitude towards everyone is not very good, so everyone also
got used to.
When we returned to the small square next to the cliff behind the Taoist temple, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.
"Everyone, please take a seat."
Sima Boyong served as the host of this ancestor worship ceremony and immediately asked the heads and heads of various sects to sit down on a row of chairs in front of the ring with Master Huikong and Master Yunbai. Behind him were their respective
Young disciples of the sect.
On the right are the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple. Standing in the first row are naturally Wei Ping and Zhu Yangyu, Xu Lingwei and Duan Yingying, Zeng Yongchang and Qi Wu, and Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan who are with Li Zihang.
"Senior Brother Chang, please sit down too."
After the heads of the various sects sat down, Sima Boyong turned to Chang Wude and smiled.
"Hmph, who wants to sit with you?"
Chang Wude glared at him coldly and sat next to Yang Jingyi's right hand, so Wuweizi sat on the left hand side of his sister-in-law, and Sima Boyong could only sit on the left hand side of his junior brother Wuwei.
"Wentang, go up and preside over it."
Sima Boyong asked his son Sima Wentang to go to the ring and announce the rules of the competition and the candidates to participate in the competition.
Sima Wentang nodded. He walked onto the ring with a microphone and a few pieces of paper in his hand. Then he faced everyone from the various sects and the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple and said: "The competition will be held next. Let me announce the rules first.
, you can’t make a killing move in the competition, if you are knocked off the ring, you will lose, until you hit it!”
After all, this is a friendship competition between young disciples, not a life and death arena, so the disciples who compete must not make heavy moves. Everything is for the purpose of exchange and competition.
"Then let me announce the quota for the competition first."
Sima Wentang took out a piece of paper and read: "Two disciples from the Shaolin sect participated, one disciple from the Emei sect participated, two disciples from the Qingcheng sect participated, three disciples from the Huashan sect participated, and two disciples from the Kongtong sect participated.
Disciples from the Kunlun Sect participated, two disciples from the Kunlun Sect participated, one disciple from the Xingyi Sect participated, one disciple from the Taishan Sect participated, two disciples from the Baji Sect participated, one disciple from the Tanzu Sect participated, and one disciple from the Dadao Sect participated.
, one disciple from the Eagle Claw Sect participated, and there are a total of nineteen disciples from each sect!"
Then Sima Wentang looked at the phalanx of Wuliang Taoist disciples below and said: "Wuliang Taoist Temple sent three disciples to participate, namely Wei Ping, Zhu Yangyu, and Xu Lingwei!"
"Why is there no place for my disciple Wan Yunting?"
Immediately Chang Wude stood up and asked Sima Wentang loudly on the stage. Then he looked directly at Sima Boyong with his sharp eyes and snorted: "Why, isn't my disciple a member of Wuliang Taoist Temple?"
These words made Lu Chenzi and other leaders and Master Huikong look at each other in confusion, and looked at Chang Wude in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
"Senior Brother Chang, it's enough for us to send three disciples. After all, this is just a competition. Besides, other sects also have quotas of two or three. If we increase the quota, I'm afraid it won't be appropriate."
Sima Boyong stood up and patiently explained to him with a smile.
"Okay, seeing as you can't teach any good disciples, why not just replace him and let my disciple take over."
Chang Wude glared and hummed provocatively to Sima Boyong.
"Haha, Senior Brother Chang, why are you doing this? This is just a friendship and competition with various sects. Why do you need to fight?"
Sima Boyong said with a smile on his face, showing a magnanimous posture.
"Huh, I'm going to fight with you, how about that!"
Chang Wude looked directly at him and said provocatively.
Sima Boyong's small eyes narrowed and he looked at Chang Wude. The two faced each other, making others feel that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Master, how about this? I'll have a fight with his disciple first. Whoever wins will take part in this quota!"
At this time, Zhu Yangyu came up, glanced at Chang Wude, and said to Sima Boyong.
"OK."
Chang Wude turned around and waved to Wan Yunting who was standing aside: "Yunting, come here, do you dare to fight with him first?"
Wan Yunting came to him and looked at Sima Boyong and his disciple Zhu Yangyu in front of him. He shrugged indifferently and said with a smile: "If you don't dare, it's just a competition."
"Well, you are worthy of being my disciple."
Chang Wude was very satisfied with Wan Yunting's attitude and turned around to challenge Sima Boyong: "Then let our two disciples fight first."
"hehe."
Sima Boyong nodded and smiled, then turned to Zhu Yangyu and said with a smile: "Start gently and hit it as far as you can, don't hurt your kindness."
"Disciple understands."
Zhu Yangyu nodded and went to the ring first.
"Remember..."
As a result, Chang Wude pointed a finger at Zhu Yangyu who came up to the ring, looked at Sima Boyong, and shouted to Wan Yunting next to him: "Go up and beat him to death!"
As soon as these words came out, the heads of the various sects Liu Bing, Zhang Qing and others who were sitting over there were shocked. They didn't expect Chang Wude to say such words. Could it be that this would turn into a life and death battle?
What?
"Go ahead."
Chang Wude pulled Wan Yunting, then he glared at Sima Boyong, snorted coldly and sat down.
Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled. Of course, he couldn't listen to Chang Wude and kill Zhu Yangyu, but he couldn't hit him too lightly!
Who told him to be Sima Boyong's disciple, so Wan Yunting took this opportunity to teach his disciple a lesson first.
Seeing Wan Yunting walking up carelessly, Zhu Yangyu narrowed his slender eyes, but he showed a calm and calm attitude and said: "Is it a competition of hands and feet, or do you need weapons?"
"Just fight with bare hands, I can't use a sword."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled lightly at him.
"Okay, let's get started."
Zhu Yangyu looked calm and steady on his face, but his heart was already cold. He opened his hands, moved his left foot forward, and started an attack stance. He looked directly at Wan Yunting in front of him with his slender eyes, thinking of giving him a lesson.
This boy who doesn’t know the heights of the world first.
"please."
Wan Yunting clenched his fists in a perfunctory salute, then he shook his green robe and opened his legs slightly to get into a posture. Looking at Zhu Yangyu in front of him, he knew that this person was not simple. The martial arts realm must have reached Danjin, so he
On the surface he looks carefree, but in his heart he doesn't dare to underestimate his opponent.
The heads and heads of various sects sitting below, as well as Master Huikong and Master Yunbai, looked at the two people on the ring. Unexpectedly, they had not yet fought, and the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple came up to fight first.
Jiang Tingxia, who was standing behind Master Yunbai, whispered to Zhou Ruoxi beside him: "Senior Sister Zhou, who do you think will win?"
Zhou Ruoxi looked at the confrontation between Wan Yunting and Zhu Yangyu on the ring. She shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know, neither of them are easy. We will only know who loses and who wins when they fight!"
Jiang Tingxia nodded, but she smiled and said, "But I bet that Junior Brother Wan will win!"
Zhou Ruoxi's pretty face was startled, she turned to look at this girl and said, "Why do you think he will win?"
Jiang Tingxia chuckled and said, "My intuition told me."
"Ahem..."
Master Yun Bai, who was sitting in front, coughed twice. Zhou Ruoxi and Jiang Tingxia immediately covered their mouths and spit out their cute little tongues, not daring to speak anymore...