Tianzhu Mountain, a Taoist temple.
In the scripture hall, the newly promoted god Zhang Wumeng is preaching scriptures to his disciples.
He belongs to the lineage of alchemy, but at this level, he is no longer limited to the framework, and all kinds of techniques are at his fingertips, and he has his own comprehension. So everyone in the Taoist monastery came to listen to the sermon, even He He, Fei Qin and others were no exception.
Three days of lectures, answering all questions, and then ignoring the secular affairs of the Taoist monastery, and retreating to the back mountain. When Lu Yuanqing was promoted in the first place, he did something like this, and everyone acquiesced to the rules.
Because the gods have too much power to speak, if they still manage affairs, various problems will inevitably arise.
"Master Uncle, I don't understand one thing. May I ask if this human practice will change in the future?" A disciple of the fourth generation asked.
"What do you mean by change?"
"Now that the pattern has been set and the system has been set, how many years will this situation last?"
The disciple still didn't speak clearly, but Zhang Wumeng understood and was silent for a while.
Human practice seems to be prosperous, but it is full of disadvantages. Take the exercises in the Immortal Realm as an example. At present, only Kunlun, Shenxiao, and Taoist temples have them, and there are hundreds of folk schools.
This is not a good thing for the entire cultivation civilization.
There is a prerequisite for a hundred flowers to bloom, that is, to reach a certain height before it can be called a hundred flowers bloom. A group of innate and immortal people were yelling there, this is called vegetable chicken bunda.
They inherited the ancient Dharma lineage, but there was a break of five hundred years in the middle, and many great supernatural powers that have passed through the world have disappeared in the long river of history.
Is lucky, but also unfortunate.
There is a ready-made system for practice, but it also loses creativity and development, and everything is within the framework. So what the disciple asked was, can the human world restore its ancient splendor
"Disaster!"
Zhang Wumeng pondered for a moment, gave a word, and said: "Unless peerless talents emerge one after another and create their own profound methods, otherwise..."
He stopped suddenly, his figure flickered, and he stood on the clouds of Tianzhu Mountain. At the same time, a ray of light flew over from the back mountain, but it was Lu Yuanqing.
The two raised their heads and looked towards the distant sky in the northwest. The aura was turbulent, ever-changing, majestic and strange.
"It's Kunlun Mountain, and someone has become a god again." Lu Yuanqing said.
"But this aura doesn't look right?" Zhang Wumeng was puzzled.
"It's like Luo Xuepu and the others..."
Lu Yuanqing also frowned, and said: "Only Qiu and Jin can be expected from the Kunlun lineage, but they have always practiced the orthodox method of the Taoist sect, so what is the way of this sect?"
…
Qiu Chishan belongs to the Shenxiao sect.
A few years ago, the Shenxiao Sect was established with great fanfare and known to the world. In a short period of time, it expanded to the three provinces in the Northwest, and all sects, big and small, belonged to it, with nearly 10,000 disciples.
However, in recent years, Yun Yazi has slowed down, Xu was out of experience by Gu Xiaofei, and began to search for potential children.
This person's behavior style is that if he does something, he has to be big, and he hates pettiness, so seventy-two core disciples were newly released—Xia Lufei was among them.
As for Xiao Zhai's plan, he only planned to accept seven.
Seven vs. seventy-two seems to be a no-brainer, but in matters of Taoism, it cannot be won purely by numbers.
When there was movement on the Kunlun side, Yun Yazi was also preaching scriptures, suddenly his eyebrows froze, and he pinched his fingers in response.
"Um?"
He was very surprised, and murmured: "What kind of way this person is, he is so confused and unclear, it is difficult to reveal the secret."
…
East China Sea, a small island.
In the fisherman's yard, an ordinary and even ugly woman was lying on a rocking chair, waving a cattail fan in one hand, and holding beans in her mouth with the other.
She opened her eyes suddenly, looked to the northwest, and showed a smile of unknown meaning.
"Hehe, interesting! This woman is very lucky, so I will pay a visit some other day."
…
South China Sea, Sandun Island.
A huge figure landed on the same huge sycamore tree, and shrunk to a height of ten feet. It was the phoenix.
Chao Kongtu told it about the place where the bamboo and rice were produced, at least until the chicks were born, they didn't have to worry about food. At this moment, it holds bamboo rice in its mouth and feeds the female bird through the air hole.
After feeding, it suddenly "chirped" twice, flapped its wings indifferently, and flew away again.
…
Xia Guo could feel this breath, including humans and birds, but only six people.
Xiaozhai was the most straightforward, flying from Bashan to Kunlun to visit his beloved sister.
Little Violet: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻
Everyone in Kunlun gathered on the bell tower, only to feel that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and large swaths of dark clouds rolled and surged above their heads, followed by the Jiuchongtian, which seemed to be torn apart by people, separated from the left and right, and fell from it into two virtual lights.
The virtual light circled around in mid-air, swishing towards their respective bodies.
"A real person!"
"A real person!"
Everyone immediately became excited, and then paused again, addressing them uncertainly: "Master/Uncle?"
"Pooh!"
There came a crisp, raw spit, with a higher pitch, but not sharp. With the sound of spitting, it seemed as if a ball of flame danced and appeared in front of my eyes.
Looking at his facial features and stature, he is clearly Long Qiu, but he only feels that he is flying and unruly, unparalleled in beauty!
"What are you? You deserve to be called my master?"
She pointed at everyone who looked down upon her, then looked at her own clothes, and said with disgust: "What the hell color, it's ugly!"
With a wave of her sleeves, the blue shirt turned into a red one, then she turned her head and stared at Xiao Jin, "You!"
"ha?"
Xiao Jin showed a very puzzled emoji.
"You are not allowed to wear red clothes in the future, or I will kill you!"
Fuck!
Xiao Jin can still bear this? Raise your hand and strike a purple thunder.
"snort!"
The red-clothed Longqiu showed disdain, and let the divine thunder strike him, but he was unscathed. Then he stretched out a finger like a spring onion, and poked lightly.
With this poke, he instantly crossed the space and landed on Xiao Jin.
"ah!"
Little Soap shuddered, suddenly his facial features distorted, and he fell to his knees screaming.
It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a spell, it seemed to be a kind of energy that awakened the source of fear. She only felt an uncontrollable sense of fear surging from the depths of her soul, washing her whole body like a tide.
"Hahaha! I thought I was capable, I'm going to kill you!"
The red-clothed Longqiu wanted to poke his finger again, his expression suddenly changed, and he floated back several tens of feet.
boom!
Xiao Zhai stood in front of him, as if looking at an annoying brat, "You want to be beaten!"
"If you have the ability... ah!"
The red-clothed Long Qiu raised his eyebrows, and just about to make a move, he suddenly let out a scream, his figure disappeared inexplicably, and another figure appeared on the spot, which was also Long Qiu.
This time the change was too fast, and everyone hadn't understood it yet, but seeing this man wearing a green shirt, with gentle features and full of familiarity, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Jinjin!"
She ran over and stroked Xiao Soap's hair, and the guy immediately stabilized, looking at her, Balabala started to squirt, "What the hell are you playing Xianjian III? Red Autumn and Qingqiu are so cool!!!"
"I didn't do it on purpose. I just returned to the physical body and I didn't control it well. It made you suffer."
Xiao Qiu hugged her and rubbed against her in various ways, not as smokeless as before, nor as a fairy and demon, but like going back to the Xiao Longqiu whom she first met thirty years ago.