"Ugh……"

After Zhang Jintong spoke, he was sighing.

It's the same sigh. Different people sigh, they have different meanings. Zhang Jintong is not a real heavenly master, it is only supported by him, and the former heavenly master must be enlisted by the court in order to be regarded as orthodox. However, in modern society, the official head is drawn to you for encyclopedia?

Therefore, his identity has always been embarrassing. Of course, he has presided over Tianshifu for many years, and the prestige has already existed, extruding a low voice from that rough and hoarse throat, like grief and intimacy, making everyone shiver.

Immediately, the tone of Lao Dao was changed again, with a strange sense of excitement: "I have three things for you today. One is to observe the ceremony, and the other is to rewrite the sectarian general manager. I will report to the association. Twenty-four to six, we are the only remaining gate of Zhengyi. "

He paused, and the excitement came out like a snake, saying, "The third thing, if you go back this time, you must choose the best disciples in the school and go to Beijing every day!"

Buzz!

The house seemed to boil water with fierce fire, first it was boiling with bliss, followed by it, the noise became louder and louder, and finally became a piece.

"I don't understand what you mean," Wu Songbai said.

"What is this excellent disciple?" Li Jingxiu said.

One is the Maoshan faction, and the other is the Lingbao faction. It is also called Fushan Sanshan, and is like a brotherhood. The two people's speech also represented everyone's thoughts.

Zhang Miaoxian also satirized in a timely manner, saying: "Since we have been brought to us, we have opened our minds when we have something to say, why do we make it mysterious?"

"The meaning is very simple, we should light up the family ..."

Zhang Jintong swept the audience, Huang Shoushan's face was positive, and he slowly and powerfully uttered a sentence: "You old practitioners, the Taoism is here!"

boom!

If you said it was boiling water just now, fry the pot now. Except for Wang Ruoxu and Tan Chongzhen, the remaining fifteen suzerainmen were all shocked, terrified, and unbelievable.

Let's say that although the religious world is madly moving towards commercialization, some things are immutable. These last for thousands of years, have gone through the calamity, and still have a little bit of afterglow legacy, which is the foundation of the door.

People are good in the mundane world. It's not too longing for longevity, strength, or proud travel in my heart ...

Therefore, the majors such as Qingwei and Lingbao have been clearly assigned by the previous chairmen. They divided the disciples into two types, one for making money, and then selecting the most savvy from them for the training of the next chairperson. Because you have to deal with the world and the government to ensure the longevity of the martial arts.

The other is naturally sincere, about one thousandth, or even one millionth. Like disciples, these disciples are hidden by various factions and never exposed.

They are all for the continuation of Taoism, but the former is face and the latter is lizi.

Since the Ming Dynasty, Reiki began to deplete sharply, and quickly entered the end of the Fa era. In the following hundreds of years, countless people asked for truth, and countless people gave up halfway, thinking that it was a rumor of the ancestors, and there was no law at all.

The very few remaining were almost desperate, insisting on just a little thought.

And at this moment, in this Shangqing palace, someone actually said in front of himself: The Taoism is now alive!

"You, are you serious?"

Xue Mingxin, who was more than 80 years old, suddenly stood up, tremblingly pointed at Zhang Jintong, his old eyes were extremely sharp, staring at each other for fear that he would deny himself the next second.

"Don't dare to make a fuss, absolutely take it!"

Xue Ming's heart is very high, Zhang Jintong also quickly got up and gave a gift.

"Where did you get this news?"

"Is there any evidence?"

"A bunch of old guys are all in the ground, but I can't stand your joke!"

The others looked and asked with different expressions. Zhang Jintong stretched out his hands and pressed down, saying, "I have no reason to speak, let's see for yourself."

As he said, he opened the large display behind him, and a flash of the screen showed a young man.

Ok?

The crowd was weird, and saw the man holding his finger and yelling, "Sick!"

boom!

A huge shadow suddenly jumped out and landed on the ground. The young man pointed again, this dark shadow jumped into the forest, his hands spread out, ten sharp claws protruded, and there was a gloomy black light.

Boom!

This thing is like a savage wild beast, raging wildly in the forest, sweeping the claws back and forth, those trees and mountains are like cutting tofu, the branches and leaves fly, the rocks are cracking.

Then, the young man drank again: "Close!"

The dark shadow suddenly jumped back, standing still, the fierceness and **** smell of his body seemed to rush through the screen to the crowd.

"this is……"

Wu Songbai saw the cold sweat, and suddenly exclaimed, "This is the autopsy of Xia Maoshan?"

"It's really like morgue!"

Wang Ruoxu paced in a timely manner and was shocked: "But I heard that the conditions for corpse smashing are extremely harsh. It has not been recorded for hundreds of years. Is it false?

"No, this bone can't be wrong, and the appearance can't be wrong. If I'm not wrong, this corpse should be in the Iron Corpse Realm!"

As the two talked, slap! The picture turned dark again, and the conference room seemed to be still shaking.

"..."

Everyone was silent, but they believed nine points.

Zhang Jintong took a look around and briefly introduced: "This person is called Li Suchun. He came from the 72nd house of Maoshan, and Master has died."

"Where is he now?" Zhang Miaoxian said.

Zhang Jintong glanced at him with a subtle look: "Beijing."

Beijing!

As soon as these two words came out, everyone who was present understood it. Simply put, this is called learning literary and martial arts, and selling it to the emperor's house. As long as you nod, you have a lot of resources leaning towards you.

Whether it is the Leifa of the Qing Dynasty and the Fuyu of Maoshan School, there is hope to reproduce.

After a short period of hesitation, everyone was firm and determined, and they had a good chance ahead, even if there were restraints and dangers. Just one sentence: Do you ask or not?

What's more, even if they refuse, can they refuse? So after thinking, we adjusted our emotions and turned to some more practical issues:

"Is there a limit to the number of places for each faction?"

"No, the better the better."

"What if there were no disciples?"

"You can go on your own and treat them equally."

"What should we do besides the disciples?"

"Not yet."

"Jintong ..."

The oldest Xue Mingxin has been silent, seems to be thinking about something, and suddenly said: "The same is true over there?"

"..."

The room was momentarily quiet, and Zhang Jintong frowned, Shen said, "Yes, Bai Yunguan must be holding a ritual, and the information we received should be almost the same."

He paused, and then said, "You old practitioners, since you are all here, I will say the previous one. Our two factions have been fighting for more than a thousand years. We used to fight for dominance in the world, now we are fighting for official treatment. The reappearance of the Dharma is a god-given opportunity, and it is a disaster or a blessing. For our own sake, we must fight.

You go back first, and you have a few days to consider. On the first of next month, let your candidates come to Longhushan again! "

…………

Jiangzhou, Qiongqiang Mountain.

Tan Chongzhen meditated for a while in the quiet room, but sighed suddenly, consciously restless. He simply stood up, walked to the window, and watched the old tree in the courtyard fascinate.

In the south of the Yangtze River, the vegetation is extremely flourishing.

That old tree has grown for decades and is still lush. And on the wall next to the tree, I don't know when an extra vine appeared, like a small waterfall hanging from the air, as if flowing green.

The tree was planted by his teacher's father, but the Tengluo was born shortly.

He looked at them, all of a sudden, time shifting.

It is said that Tan Chongzheng was in a very complicated and agitated state after returning to the Taoist Temple after attending the Fa. He already knew about it, but this time it was promoted by the government, Longhushan took the lead, and the whole door was involved ... the significance was extraordinary.

He is over sixty years old and is still a suzerainty. If he goes with other disciples, it will be a shame. However, he never doubted his intentions, and decided to spare the old bones and fight for them.

...

Songjiang, Taiqing Palace.

Xue Ming was sitting upright in the quiet room, with a straight and upright posture, without any weakness. He is eighty-seven years old this year, and at the age of thirteen, he has practiced Taoism and has almost the same history as Xia Guo.

Opposite him, there were two people kneeling respectfully, one in his thirties and one in his early sixties. The younger face was subtle and dared not to say much; the older man was full of sorrow, and repeatedly said:

"Master, please be kind!"

"Master, why can my brother go, but I can't?"

"Master ..."

He asked for a while, and Xue Ming finally said: "You are old and have limited qualifications. I have no longevity. I was thinking of letting you take over as the host. I do n’t know what the future is for you. . "

"Master!"

The man made nine sounds and wept, "I worshiped at your door since I was young, and I begged for help. Now that the opportunity is ahead, I will try it even if I have broken my head."

"Ugh……"

Xue Ming saw the apprentice so, and he couldn't bear it anyway, and sighed, "Let's just go, let's go together."

...

Jurong, Maoshan Taoist Temple.

The predecessor of Maoshan was the Shangqing School, which originated from the Han Dynasty, and the Maoshan Sect was formally established in the Tao Hongjing period of the Southern Dynasty. Therefore, the title between Daomen is usually named in the front, which is Shangqing Maoshan.

In the Ming Dynasty, the Quanzhen School moved southward, and the Longmen School created by Qiu Chuji captured Maoshan, forming a situation in which the Five Views were transmitted to the true and the San Palace was transmitted to the same position.

Later, in the Xia Guoli dynasty, the five temples and the three palaces merged, collectively referred to as Maoshan Taoist Temple, and they were passed on to the school. Another view of Qianyuan is Kun Dao (Women's Road Cultivation Ground, which spreads the true true Longmen.

At this moment, a young man in his twenties stood in a quiet room of the Taoist Temple, with a calm and open attitude. Opposite him was Wu Songbai.

"You all heard clearly?" Wu Songbai asked.

"The disciple is clear."

"But what do you think?"

"The disciples will learn what they have learned and reproduce my Maoshan prestige." The young man said concisely.

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Wu Songbai was very happy, and he lingered for a long time.

There is no way, although the whole truth is side by side, the whole truth is obviously better. Because they are theoretical, Wang Chongyang advocates the integration of the three religions, self-cultivation, commandments, and the world.

This is a big good people, and it is conducive to the imperial education, so we can control the world.

But the first one is to export martial arts. What draw symbol pleases God, solicits ghosts and ghosts, and there are all kinds of vicious means. This thing was disliked by the rulers, but it was only because of stability that they had to reward Zhengyi.

In modern society, the official is regarded as feudal superstition, and all kinds of secret stamps are suppressed, especially Maoshan.

Wu Songbai is old and has a light heart. He has exhausted all his efforts to cultivate an apprentice, hoping to focus on him:

"My Maoshan foundation is in your hands."

(And at night ...)