There was a flash of a figure, and a figure suddenly stood on the high platform in front of the Wanxiang Temple!
This level of Qinggong made people shudder, and they all looked over. When they saw the man, they found that he was an old man with white hair and beard, with a ruddy face and a sweet smile. He sat casually on the high platform, pushed aside his white beard with his left hand, took out some dry food from his bosom with his right hand and put it into his mouth, eating with a slurp.
"Oh my! Really, it took me one day and one night to rush from Zhongnan Mountain to Luoyang City. I am so exhausted!"
This person's appearance was extremely abrupt, and for a moment he stole the limelight from Taoist Tianxu, who was lecturing on the high platform. Taoist Tianxu looked annoyed and shouted, "Where did you come from, old man? Is this Wanxiang Palace a place for you to act so recklessly?"
"The Wanxiang Temple?" The old man flicked his finger, looked around, and actually laughed, saying loudly: "It's really magnificent! Fun! Fun!"
"Huh! Turns out you're a fool!" Taoist Tianxu was born in Shangqing Temple. He was obsessed with Taoist health-preserving techniques all his life. His martial arts attainments were not even as good as Zhou Yi's. Naturally, he could not tell the depth of this old man's ability. He reached out to grab the old man, wanting to throw the white-haired old man off the stage.
Who would have thought that when Taoist Tianxu's hand just touched the white-haired old man's shoulder, he felt a surge of huge force coming, and heard a series of "Ah!"s, and Taoist Tianxu actually flew off the platform.
Jiang Lingxu, who was sitting in the VIP seat, suddenly asked, "Senior, is your surname Zhou?"
The white-haired old man had finished his dry food, patted his butt, stood up, and said with a smile: "Yes, haha, do you recognize me?"
Jiang Lingxu stood up, clasped his fists and said, "It turns out that it's the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, Senior Zhou, who has arrived."
Zhou Yi smiled in relief. He had originally suspected that this white-haired old man, who had profound martial arts skills but acted mischievously, was Zhou Botong. Now that Jiang Lingxu had revealed the truth, he was even more certain. However, given the character of this old naughty boy, I'm afraid that today's Taoist Conference will be interesting!
Jiang Lingxu said, "Please forgive my poor eyesight and my failure to recognize you, Senior Wulin. How about you please take a seat? Your Majesty is eager to seek talents. You will surely be delighted to see you today."
Wu Zetian actually stood up solemnly, bowed and said, "That's right, please take a seat, Mr. Zhou." Among all the Taoist temples in the world, Quanzhen and Wudang are the most respected. Since the death of Wang Chongyang, Zhou Botong has been the most senior person in the Quanzhen lineage. Even Wu Zetian can only treat him with courtesy!
Zhou Botong looked at Wu Zetian, who had become unusually serious. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, "I have always been unconvinced by Huang Lao Xie, but I am convinced by Your Majesty. That's it, that's it!"
"Haha! Master Zhou, you are too kind!" Wu Yan chuckled and said, "Master, you are well versed in martial arts and are a great scholar. I admire you very much! Today is the day for the Taoist Conference. Please, Master Zhou, take your seat!"
Zhou Botong shook his head and said, "I like to play and move, so I feel uncomfortable sitting on the stool. So forget it! But I heard that today is the day to confer the title of Dao Zun, so I came here specially to see who will be the new Dao Zun!"
Taoist Priest Jutan, who was standing by, understood immediately and said, "Taoist Priest Jiang of the Taiyi Sect has profound Taoism and great virtues. He is well-received by fellow Taoists all over the world. Since the death of Taoist Priest Changchun, the position of Taoist Master must belong to him!"
Jiang Lingxu quickly evaded the question, saying, "How can this be possible? Changchun Zhenren is very advanced in Taoism. I am not even one tenth as good as him. How can I steal the position of the Taoist Master? I absolutely cannot do this! I absolutely cannot do this!"
When Jiang Lingxu refused, the other Taoists present tried to persuade him to come in. Zhou Botong couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "He doesn't want to do it, why are you trying to coax him? If he doesn't want to do it, he can do it for me. It's a good thing for an old man to be a Taoist master for fun!"
Upon hearing that Zhou Botong was making a fuss, Jiang Lingxu's face suddenly turned gloomy and he quickly winked at Du Lingzi beside him.
Du Lingzi immediately stood up, ready to loudly reprimand Zhou Botong for not even having a decent character, how could he possibly be a Taoist master? However, when the words came to his lips, Du Lingzi changed his mind and thought of Zhou Botong's martial arts, and his seniority with Wang Chongyang, so his tone could not help but weaken by three points.
"Mr. Zhou, the position of the Taoist master is extremely busy. You are old, so why bother..." But before Du Lingzi could finish his words, he felt a breeze blowing past his face, and Zhou Botong was already standing in front of him!
Du Lingzi was horrified and was about to retreat, but Zhou Botong grabbed his ear and shouted into his ear: "You said I was old!!!"
The voice contained the old naughty boy's superb internal strength, and the sound was like a huge bell, reaching the sky! Even Zhou Yi, who was dozens of feet away, felt his eardrums tremble, and Du Lingzi, who was the first to bear the brunt, was so shocked that blood flowed from his ears, and he fell on his seat in a daze.
Then the old naughty boy stood up leisurely, shaking his head and said, "I see that Qiu Chuji has been a Taoist master for more than ten years. Isn't he very busy on weekdays? How can I, the old naughty boy, be inferior to him?"
Hearing what the old naughty boy said, it was pure nonsense. How could the position of Dao Zun be so easy to get. Changchunzi Qiu Chuji has been in the position of Dao Zun for decades. He must have his own ability. How could the old naughty boy who was always frivolous compare to him
However, Du Lingzi’s fate was right in front of them, and even Jiang Lingxu’s confidants were silent at this moment. The scene became strangely quiet.
The old naughty boy couldn't stand loneliness. He kept silent for less than a moment before he started shouting again: "Hey, hey, hey! Stop being so fussy! We are all martial artists. We have to compete to decide the winner! Right?"
"You..." Jiang Lingxu suddenly became anxious. In a contest of martial arts, Jiang Lingxu was definitely no match for Zhou Botong!
"Haha!" A burst of laughter suddenly came from the VIP seats, interrupting Jiang Lingxu who was about to explode. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Wu Yan!
"Mr. Zhou's suggestion really appeals to me!"
"Haha! Your Majesty is indeed a straightforward person!" Zhou Botong smiled happily and immediately showed signs of rubbing his hands together. He pointed at Jiang Lingxu on the platform and said, "Don't look at that stinky guy on the platform. It's you. Come down quickly and fight with me!"
"Wait!" Wu Xi suddenly spoke again, and continued: "But Mr. Zhou and Master Chongyang are of the same generation! Just considering the seniority, no matter who ends up, it is disrespectful!"
Zhou Botong waved his hands quickly and said, "He is not my son, and I am not his son. What is so disrespectful about this? Hurry up! My time is very precious!"
"Mr. Zhou may not care, but Daoist Jiang cannot!" Wu Xi said, "How about this! All disciples will compete today, so as not to hurt the harmony among the families and we can still compete with each other. What do you think of my idea?" (To be continued)