"well… "
After Zhang Jintong finished speaking, he sighed quietly.
It is the same sigh, but when different people sigh, they have different meanings. Zhang Jintong is not a real celestial master, he was just supported by his superiors, and the former celestial masters had to be canonized by the court in order to be regarded as orthodox, but in modern society, the official head is taken to give you canonization for fun
So his identity has always been embarrassing. Of course, he has presided over the Tianshi Mansion for many years, and his prestige has been preserved. From that rough and hoarse throat, he squeezed out a low voice, which seemed sad and sad, and made everyone tremble.
Immediately, the old Taoist's tone changed again, with a strange sense of excitement: "I have come to you today for three things. One is to watch the ceremony, and the other is to rewrite the sect general book. I will report to the association, From twenty-four to six, we are the only remaining mountain gate in Zhengyi."
He paused for a moment, the excitement spewed out like a snake, and said: "The third thing, when you go back this time, you have to select outstanding disciples from the sect and come to Beijing soon!"
Buzz buzz!
The room is like boiling water with a ferocious fire, first it boils sizzlingly, and then, the sound becomes louder and louder, and finally stirs up.
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Wu Songbai said.
"What is this outstanding disciple referring to?" Li Jingxiu asked.
One is the host of the Maoshan School, and the other is the host of the Lingbao School. Together with Tianshidao, they are called the Three Mountains of Fulu, just like sworn brothers. The words of these two people also represent everyone's thoughts.
Zhang Miaoxian also sneered at the right time, saying: "Since you have found us, you can speak up if you have something to say, why bother to make a fuss?"
"The meaning is very simple, it's time for us to show off our wealth..."
Zhang Jintong swept across the audience, straightened his yellow and thin face, and uttered a sentence slowly and forcefully: "Old practitioners, Taoism has appeared in this world!"
boom!
If it was boiled water just now, it will be fried and overturned now. Except for Wang Ruoxu and Tan Chongdai, the remaining fifteen suzerains were all astonished, terrified, and unbelievable.
Let's say that although the religious world is frantically moving closer to commercialization, some things remain the same forever. These inheritances that have lasted for thousands of years, have gone through waves of calamity, and still have a little bit of afterglow left, are the foundation for the Daoist sect to stand upright.
People are doing well in the dunya, why do they have to become a monk to keep austerity? Is it because I have a certain yearning in my heart, for longevity, for power, for Aoyou Taixu...
Therefore, the past hosts of big factions like Qingwei and Lingbao are very clear. They divide the disciples into two types, one is used to make money, and then selects the smartest among them to be trained as the next host. Because you have to deal with the secular world and the government in order to ensure the longevity of the sect.
And the other one is naturally sincere, about one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth. These disciples are like treasures, hidden by various sects and never exposed.
They are all for the continuation of the orthodoxy, but the former is for face and the latter is for lizi.
Since the Ming Dynasty, the spiritual energy has been greatly exhausted, and it has quickly entered the age of Dharma. In the following hundreds of years, countless people sought the truth, and countless people gave up halfway, thinking that it was the nonsense of the ancestors, and there was no Taoism at all.
The very few remaining are also almost desperate, persisting with only a little thought.
But at this moment, in this Shangqing palace, someone actually said in front of him: Taoism is in this world!
"You, are you serious about what you said?"
Xue Mingxin, who was in his eighties, stood up suddenly, and pointed at Zhang Jintong tremblingly. His old eyes were particularly sharp, and he stared at Zhang Jintong, fearing that he would deny himself in the next second.
"Don't dare to lie, it is absolutely true!"
Xue Mingxin's seniority was very high, so Zhang Jintong got up quickly and gave a deep salute.
"Where did you get this news from?"
"Is there any real evidence?"
"Half of our old guys are buried in the ground, but I can't stand your joke!"
Others also inquired with different expressions, Zhang Jintong stretched out his hands, pressed down, and said: "My words are not proven, let's see for yourself."
As he spoke, he turned on the large display screen behind him, and the screen flashed, and a young man was reflected.
Um
Everyone was wondering when they saw the man pinching his fingers and shouting: "Sick!"
boom!
A huge black shadow suddenly jumped out and landed on the ground. The young man pointed again, and the black shadow leaped into the forest, stretched out his hands, and stretched out ten sharp claws, glowing with a gloomy black light.
Boom!
This thing is like a raging wild beast, raging wildly in the forest, its sharp claws sweeping back and forth, those trees and rocks are like cutting tofu, branches and leaves fly, and rocks crack.
Then, the young man drank again: "Take it!"
The black figure jumped back immediately and stood there motionless, the ferocious and bloody smell on his body seemed to pass through the screen, rushing towards everyone with a puff.
"This is… "
Wu Songbai was sweating coldly, and suddenly exclaimed: "Is this the corpse refining technique of Xiamao Mountain?"
"It's really like corpse refining!"
Wang Ruoxu took the rhythm in time, and said in surprise: "However, I heard that the conditions for refining corpses are extremely harsh, and there are no records for hundreds of years. Could it be fake?"
"No, no, the rigidity of this bone can't be wrong, and the appearance can't be wrong. If I'm not wrong, this corpse should have reached the Iron Corpse Realm!"
As the two discussed, pop! The screen turned dark again, and the reverberation from just now seemed to be resonating in the conference room.
"..."
Everyone was silent, but believed ninety percent.
But Zhang Jintong glanced around and briefly introduced: "This man is called Li Suchun. He was born in the Seventy-two Lower Court of Maoshan. His master has passed away."
"Then where is he now?" Zhang Miaoxian asked.
Zhang Jintong glanced at him with a delicate expression: "The capital."
Beijing!
As soon as these two words came out, everyone present understood. To put it simply, this is called learning martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family. As long as you nod your head, there will be a lot of resources tilted towards you.
Whether it is the thunder method of the Qingwei school or the talismans of the Maoshan school, there is hope for a reappearance.
After a short period of hesitation, everyone made up their minds firmly. A great opportunity is ahead. Even if there are constraints and dangers, they can only say one word: Do you want this Tao or not
What's more, even if they refuse, can they refuse? So after thinking about it, everyone adjusted their emotions and turned to some more practical questions:
"Is there a limit to the quota of each faction?"
"No, the more the better."
"What if there are no disciples?"
"You can go by yourself, no one will be treated differently."
"Besides disciples, what else do we need?"
"Not yet."
"Jintong..."
Xue Mingxin, who was the oldest, kept silent, as if he was thinking about something, at this moment he suddenly said: "Is it the same with Quanzhen?"
"..."
The room was quiet for a moment, but Zhang Jintong frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Baiyun Temple must also be holding a ceremony, and the information we received should be almost the same."
He paused, and then said: "Old cultivators, since you are all here, I will say something. Our two factions have been fighting for more than a thousand years. We used to fight for the world's orthodoxy, but now we are fighting for the treatment of officials. But this time The reappearance of the Dao Dharma, I think it is a golden opportunity, whether it is a catastrophe or a disaster or a blessing, it all depends on our ability, we must fight for it. You go back first, and there are still a few days to think about it. On the first of next month, let your Candidates come to Dragon Tiger Mountain again!"
…
Jiangzhou, Qionglong Mountain.
Tan Chongdai meditated in the quiet room for a while, but suddenly sighed, feeling restless. He simply stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the old tree in the yard in a daze.
In June in the south of the Yangtze River, the vegetation is in full bloom.
The old tree has grown for decades and is still lush. And on the wall next to the tree, there was an extra vine at some point, like a small waterfall hanging down from the air, as if flowing emerald green.
This tree was planted by his master, but the vine was just born.
He looked at them, and suddenly felt that time was changing and interlacing.
It is said that Tan Chongdai was in a very complicated and excited state after returning to the Taoist temple after attending the Fa conference. He already knew about it, but this time it was promoted by the government, Longhushan took the lead, and the whole Taoist sect participated in it... The significance is extraordinary.
He is over sixty years old, and he is still the suzerain of one sect, if he goes with disciples of other sects, it would be a bit embarrassing. However, he has never doubted his own heart for the Tao, and has decided to fight this old bone and give it a go.
…
Songjiang, Taiqing Palace.
Xue Mingxin sat upright in the meditation room, with a tall and straight figure, without any sign of lethargy. He is eighty-seven years old this year, and he practiced Taoism at the age of thirteen. He has almost the same history as Xia Guo.
Opposite him, there were two people kneeling respectfully, one in his thirties and the other in his early sixties. The younger ones had delicate complexions and did not dare to speak; the older ones were full of sadness, saying repeatedly:
"Master, please forgive me!"
"Master, why can junior brother go but I can't?"
"Master..."
He begged for a while, and Xue Ming finally said: "You are old and have limited aptitude. I don't have much lifespan, and I originally wanted you to take over as the host. You don't know what the future will be like, and I'm afraid you will miss your practice and yourself. "
"Master!"
The man kowtowed nine times and said in tears: "I have worshiped under your door since I was a child, and I have painstakingly sought the Tao. Now that the opportunity is in front of me, I will try it even if I lose my head and body."
"well… "
Seeing the big apprentice like this, Xue Ming couldn't bear it after all, and sighed: "That's all, you all go together, go down."
…
Jurong, Maoshan Taoist Temple.
The predecessor of Maoshan was the Shangqing School, which originated in the Han Dynasty. It was not until the Tao Hongjing period of the Southern Dynasty that the Maoshan School was officially established. Therefore, the appellation among the Taoists usually has to be named in front, which is Shangqing Maoshan.
However, in the Ming Dynasty, the Quanzhen sect went south in a large scale, and the Longmen sect founded by Qiu Chuji captured Maoshan, forming a situation in which the Five Views taught Quanzhen and the Sangong taught Zhengyi.
Later, when the Kingdom of Xia established the dynasty, the Five Views and the Three Palaces merged, collectively called the Maoshan Taoist Temple, and passed on the righteous school. There is also Qianyuan Temple, which is called Kundao (the training ground for women's Taoism), which is passed down to the Quanzhen Longmen School.
At this time, a young man in his twenties was standing in a quiet room of the Taoist temple, with a calm and flamboyant demeanor. Opposite him was Wu Songbai.
"Did you hear everything clearly?" Wu Songbai asked.
"The disciple understands."
"Any thoughts?"
"The disciple will show what he has learned and reproduce the prestige of Maoshan." The young man said succinctly.
"Haha, good, my teaching for so many years is not in vain!"
Wu Songbai was extremely happy, and stroked his long beard.
There is no way, although Quanzhen and Zhengyi are side by side, Quanzhen is obviously better at mixing. Because they talk about theory, Wang Chongyang advocates the integration of the three religions, self-cultivation, precepts, and salvation of the world.
This is a great good citizen, which is conducive to the education of the imperial court, so he can rule the world.
But Zhengyi is exporting martial arts, such as drawing talismans to invite gods, summoning ghosts, and various vicious methods, which are awesome. This thing is not liked by the rulers, but it is only because of stability that Zhengyi has to be rewarded.
But in the modern society, the government regards it as a feudal superstition, and suppresses Zhengyi, especially Maoshan.
Wu Songbai is old, and his mind is also weak. He has worked hard to cultivate an apprentice, and all hope is on him:
"My Maoshan foundation is in your hands."