In Xu Yi's view, the present ceremony of praying for heaven was just a familiar meeting.
It's also interesting to say, if at this time, he went out to wander around the rivers and lakes, and when he met someone who asked him, he talked about his Xuanqing orthodox origin, if someone else said something about a certain elder in Xuanqing Sect, a certain inner sect immortal How, he couldn't answer at all.
While the Old God Xu Yizheng was present, someone else arrived in the arena, and within a few hundred breaths, all the hundreds of futons under the main hall were full.
Another stick of incense passed, and the elder hadn't arrived yet. Xu Yi wondered to himself, according to the rules, it shouldn't be like this.
If you drag on any longer, the auspicious time will pass.
It's strange to talk about Hong Daoist, even a group of elders.
It wasn't just Xu Yi who was suspicious, he had captured several voice transmissions in the field, all asking questions about the strange situation in front of him.
Suddenly there was a sound of a chime, and the hall filled the hall like jade beads being poured down. Immediately, Master Chihuo's familiar voice came in, "All disciples, go to the back mountain. This time the grand ceremony will be held in the back mountain instead."
There was an uproar in the venue, how important the ceremony of praying to heaven is, and it has never been heard of being held in other places other than the Guangming Hall.
"What are you in a daze for? If you miss the auspicious time, I will definitely not forgive you!"
Master Chi Huo's voice came again, and the uproar stopped immediately, and all the disciples got up at the same time, and rushed out of the hall.
Xu Yi kept up with the large army, and stayed at the end not too far away. He walked around a piece of greenery and turned a stream. From a distance, he saw more than a dozen people scattered in a field halfway up the mountain.
With just one glance, Xu Yi recognized Master Chihuo and Elder Gong, obviously these were the elders.
The next moment, Xu Yi's gaze was fixed on a short old man dressed in coarse linen.
The temperament of the little old man is very strange, to put it bluntly, he has no temperament at all, he is just an old farmer in the country, his trousers are still rolled up, his feet are stained with black dirt, and his face is full of hardship and sorrow.
But Xu Yi concluded at a glance that this little old man was the head teacher of Xuanqingzong, a monk who had lived through the calamity period.
This kind of judgment is also based on past experience. It is often the case that the gap in cultivation realm widens and it is impossible to judge the other party's reality.
Sure enough, when a group of inner disciples approached, they all bowed down to the little old man and shouted for master.
Xu Yi also bowed in the crowd. He could clearly feel the respect and desire from the inner disciples for Hongdao.
This point made him more convinced that the Yanling Pill of the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect would fall on Hong Daoist.
Hong Daoist looked at the crowd with a smile, and waved his hands, "Look at you all dressed in auspicious clothes, what kind of ceremony are you doing in this muddy place? It's my fault. I changed my mind temporarily. The reason for changing this place is the old Taoist whim, wanting to change the rules. , instead of going through the same process for many years, it is better for everyone to work together and sincerely do something for the mountain gate. If the will of the heavens feels it, you must have mercy on our sincerity, wouldn't it be better than thousands of bows and kowtows in the hall."
"Bow to teach the decree!"
Everyone answered in unison.
Suddenly, a person came out from among the disciples of the inner sect, holding a palm-sized golden dragon in his palm. The little dragon looked mighty, with flying scales and claws, and there were five colors of light all over his body, which was very eye-catching. The disciple supported the little dragon, Kneeling down on the ground, he shouted, "Headmaster, this golden little dragon was accidentally obtained by this disciple from a secret place. Since this morning, this time the little dragon has been whistling in this direction. Afterwards, Then came the news that the location of the grand ceremony has been changed, so it can be seen that this little dragon is quite magical, it should be the auspiciousness that God wants to bless me."
Xu Yi stared blankly at that person, wondering if it would be too outrageous for the field to be full of practitioners and still playing the game of auspiciousness.
After thinking about it for the rest of his life, Xu Yi discovered that many of the inner disciples had a glimmer of gloom on their faces, and he couldn't understand it.
"Miaoji, although this golden dragon is very small, it is full of aura and has the air of a king. It really is auspicious."
"The golden dragon surrounds the five qi, Xuanqingze is born by the common people, this is the image of my Xuanqing's prosperity."
"Although only the shape of a dragon is obtained, but not the spirit of a dragon, it is undoubtedly a good sign that this change can come into being at this time."
"..."
The voices of praise from all the elders were endless.
Xu Yi suddenly realized that it doesn't matter whether the monks in front of him believe in auspiciousness or not, the key is that now is the moment of great auspiciousness, even if it is not auspicious, it must become auspicious. To put it bluntly, the general environment needs it.
Sure enough, Hongyi said with a smile on his face, "I have a heart."
As he said that, with a wave of his hand, an old servant stepped forward and took Jinlong away.
At this moment, another disciple from the inner sect came out and said loudly, "The unfilial disciple got a book from the heavens from an ancient mountain mausoleum, but it is difficult to understand the mystery in it. cast."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone followed closely behind him, chanting loudly, "The faint bells are sounding far away, and the shadow of Yiyilin is hidden by thousands of crows..."
But it is a long poem, which is quite literary and has the meaning of being out of the world.
After reciting Fang, it attracted a lot of admiration, and even Hong Daoist showed satisfaction, and he nodded and praised the person "spiritual".
Xu Yi also finally knew that the one who wrote the long poem was Jun Wuxie, the most famous disciple among the inner disciples.
After Jun Wuxie wrote poems, people came out one after another, offering treasures, visiting auspicious omens, or reciting poems.
It didn't seem like it happened suddenly, but it seemed that he had been prepared for a long time. Xu Yi still couldn't understand why the matter had come to this point. All the inner disciples were almost prepared, and they all held back their energy to show their faces in front of Hong Daoist.
Only those who entered the inner sect with him did not show any signs of performance, probably not because they did not know the news, but because they knew that their qualifications were not enough, and it was useless to get involved.
Daoist Hong Yi has a great aura, and he doesn't care about the commotion in front of him.
On the other hand, Chihu's real eyes spewed fire, and his expression was unfriendly. Wherever his eyes went, the scene quickly returned to tranquility.
Hong Yi smiled and said, "On the day of great joy, Chi Huo, you don't have to make a long face. Everyone has desires. Desires can't be overstated. This is the source of progress. My Xuanqing can have so many good disciples, and the old Taoist is very grateful. Rejoice. Alright, let's start the ceremony."
The enlightenment of Hong Daoist made the atmosphere in the venue warm up quickly.
At present, Hong Daoist presides over the sacrifice, accompanied by Chihuo Daoist, and goes through a rather cumbersome process, worshiping the sky, knocking on the earth, visiting the five directions, and paying respects to the underworld.
Master Chihu asked Hongdao for instructions, but there was still a decree to give.
Hong Yidao pointed to the field under his feet and said, "Since I have changed here, it is different. I have a batch of spiritual seedlings that need to be planted. There are too many of them. You all come to help."
As he said that, with a wave of his hand, a jasper gourd fell in the air, releasing a large amount of clear water.