Chapter six hundred and seventy-third true feather Taoist
"Bah, that's a nice thought!"
Hearing what the black-faced young man said, the jade-faced young man rolled his eyes.
"Hey, you two have been quarreling as soon as you came out. Can you go and see the headmaster first and ask what happened to wake us up?"
An old voice suddenly appeared, awakening the jade-faced young man who was secretly thinking about his luck.
"Senior Brother Zhenyuan!"
The jade-faced young man suddenly froze and turned to look at the old man who was slowly emerging on the other side.
"Senior brother, why did you come out? What should I do?"
He said a little anxiously.
"Why can't the old man come out!"
The old man with white beard and hair hummed: "As a member of the Immortal Sect, the old Taoist should obey the call of the master and share the worries of the sect."
"Besides, the old Taoist has been living an ignoble existence for so many years, so he wants to come out for some air!"
The true Taoist priest smiled kindly.
"But……"
"Okay, both legs have stepped into the coffin, it's my mother-in-law's fault, Zhenyu, you're in trouble, let's go!"
The True Elder Taoist body moved, and his figure gradually faded.
Seeing this, Taoist Zhenyu could only curl his lips and shouted at the dark-faced young man: "Follow Jingwu!"
"Yes, ancestor!"
The two men moved and then disappeared.
"Hey! Wait for me..."
An urgent voice suddenly sounded from a large tomb nearby.
Then a figure in tattered clothes rushed out from inside.
Seen from a distance, the tattered and dark figure of the ancient tomb really looks like a corpse coming back to life, eerie and terrifying.
However, as soon as this person opened his mouth, the atmosphere completely changed.
"Is this tomb not sealed tightly or something? All the essence is leaking out. It has been sealed for ten thousand years in vain. It's bad luck!"
This man had an upright face and seemed to be upright, but his image at this moment was a bit too ugly.
"Two martial uncles, wait for Ming Chang!"
Master Mingchang didn't even bother to change out of his tattered clothes and hurriedly chased after him.
In the Immortal Sect, after the Master finished ringing the bell, he sat on the Master's throne calmly as usual.
Taoist Meng's lips moved a few times, and finally he could only sigh and sit quietly aside.
"Whizzing……"
Several figures flew from outside the palace.
Headmaster Miaoran suddenly shook his body and quickly looked up.
I saw an old Taoist with white beard and hair and a kind face at the front, followed by a white-faced Taoist, and the last person who came in was a tall black-faced Taoist.
The real master did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly got off the throne of the master, and stepped forward to salute: "Miao Ran, the seventh master of the Immortal Sect, pays homage to several ancestors!"
Taoist Meng did not dare to be rude, so he also came forward to greet him.
"No need to be polite, Pindao Zhenyuan, this is Pindao's junior brother Zhenyu, and that boy is Pindao's disciple Sun Jingwu. If the master has any orders, just tell me."
The true veteran Taoist said with a smile.
Headmaster Miaoran was shocked.
Although he has never met these people, he has heard of them.
Taoist Zhenyuan and Taoist Zhenyu are the founders of our sect and direct disciples of Shenxiao Zhenren. They had no choice but to proclaim themselves in the Qitian Tomb.
Unexpectedly, his knocking actually woke them up.
Headmaster Miaoran said with some discomfort in his heart: "I never expected that I would alarm the three ancestors. It is really Miaoran's fault!"
He said this with sadness and even some self-blame.
There are rules in the world of spiritual practice, and a monk only has one chance to become one in his life.
This time they woke up from their self-proclaimed state and came out of Qitian Tomb, fearing that it would be difficult to turn back.
"Don't act like a child. It was not Pindao's original intention to call himself self-proclaimed. Now it is Pindao's wish to do something for the Immortal Sect. Please stop being nagging and tell me quickly what you did to wake up Pindao and others."
Taoist Zhenyu waved his hand and said impatiently.
"Hahaha, what Master Zhenyu said is absolutely true. Headmaster, tell me quickly, there are not many days left for me to be a poor Taoist."
Outside the hall, a burst of laughter suddenly came.
Everyone looked up and saw a Taoist priest in tattered clothes and a dignified face walking in crookedly.
"Mingchang!"
The true veteran Taoist was suddenly shocked and asked eagerly: "What's wrong with you?"
Master Mingchang smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Zhenyuan, I don't know if the disciple's grave was not sealed properly, which caused the disciple to leak a lot of energy, and it became like this."
"Maybe it's God's will. This disciple must be reincarnated and cultivate again."
Master Mingchang sighed.
After Taoist Zhenyuan was surprised, he calmed down and nodded: "There is nothing wrong with reincarnation and re-cultivation. When the sect comes back from ferrying you, just go through it all over again."
Master Mingchang nodded, turned to Headmaster Miaoran and smiled: "I would also like to thank Headmaster for awakening Pindao, otherwise Pindao and the self-proclaimed Zhong would not even know it."
Master Miaoran had cold sweat on his forehead, how could he dare to accept his gratitude.
A problem with the Qi Tian Tomb is a big deal. Speaking of this, every sect leader has a responsibility, and Master Miao Ran is no exception.
He took a step forward and said solemnly: "I have neglected my duty, and I hope that my ancestor will forgive me. After my ancestor transforms into a cultivator, I will personally pick him up and return him to the sect!"
"Okay, no matter how big it is, it's just God's will. Why are you so good at writing? Please tell me quickly!"
Master Mingchang frowned and said impatiently.
"Yes, disciple, I will make a long story short."
Seeing several ancestors looking over with impatient expressions, Master Miaoran did not dare to be verbose anymore and hurriedly told the story about Yue Chen going to West Ji Lingzhou alone.
"If in normal times, the sect has a lot of fighting power, the disciples will not wake up the ancestors, but now it is the world war, and all the disciples have gone to the Starry Sky Portal. The disciples have no choice but to ring the bronze bell."
Headmaster Miaoran smiled bitterly.
"Boundary War!"
The four ancestors exclaimed at the same time, raised their heads and looked at the starry sky.