The change of the head of a sect is a major event for any sect, and Maoshan has not done such a major event for decades.

After the first seven days of Ge Zhangjiao, Rong Wengui's succession ceremony, for this special affairs director who suddenly transferred from the special affairs department to take over the Maoshan Sect, the people in the Daomen have some doubts, and these doubts can only be answered on the day of taking over the ceremony.

When Rong Wengui and Gu Yaopan arrived at Maoshan, it was the eve of the first seven days of the Gezhang Sect, and with Xie Laoliu's accommodation, the Maoshan Sect saw the Ge Zhangjiao who had turned into a ghost on the eve of the first seven days, and the old man with white hair looked nostalgically at the place where he had lived all his life, and at the end he could only sigh.

"Director Rong, Maoshan will ask you from now on! The old man's time has come, it's time to leave!" Ge Zhangjiao looked at Tao Youning and the other elders and disciples standing in front of him, and arched his hand at Rong Wengui.

This old man, who has devoted his whole life to Maoshan, can't let go of the future of the Maoshan Sect in the end, but seeing Rong Wengui solemnly agree, he always breathes a sigh of relief in his heart.

"This time it's also the old way I'm careless.,It's just that there are more and more evil things in the news.,Obviously, the demon clan is ready to move.,I always feel uneasy in my heart.,Although it's only two or three hundred years since the last time the demon clan appeared.,It's said that it's far less than five hundred years.,But thinking about it always makes people feel that the demon race seems to be coming back.。 ”

Ge Zhangjiao said and looked at Rong Wengui and the others with a serious face: "I also hope that Director Rong can lead everyone in my sect through this difficulty!

Seeing Sect Leader Ge Palm slam to the ground, Rong Wengui's face also became serious, he had also thought about the affairs of the demon clan, there were indeed signs of reappearance, and these were originally his business.

Thinking of this, he didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at Ge Zhangjiao with the same deep feeling, and the two of them straightened up at the same time and saw each other's appearances, with the same smile on their faces.

Ge Zhangjiao seemed to let go of the most important thing in his heart, turned his head to look at Xie Lao Liu, and said, "Old man, we have been friends all our lives, and I will follow you today!"

Xie Lao Liu laughed and said, "I can't treat you badly!"

After the first seven memorials, the people in the Maoshan Sect have already released rumors among their fellow Daoists, and for Rong Wengui in his previous life, he was the legendary head of Maoshan in his previous life, and now he has recalled the events of his previous life, and he is really envious and jealous of several sects that have been handed down by the Heavenly Master Sect and other sects that have been handed down from the same source, how can such a thing not appear in their sect? You know, the matter of the severance or dispersion of the inheritance is not only the Maoshan Sect!

Under the strong request of Rong Wengui, his succession ceremony did not hang red, but still hung the white flag at the seventh time of the first seven o'clock of the Gezhang Sect, in order to show the inheritance of the will of the Gezhang Sect.

Gu Yaopan and Tao Mengchu stood between the Maoshan Sect people, looking at Rong Wengui who was standing alone in front of Sanmao Zhenjun on the main hall.

At this time, he was wearing a vermilion and gold-trimmed robe, and the Shangqing hibiscus crown on his head was exquisitely shaped, and at first glance it was an old object that had been inherited for many years, and Tao Youning was wearing an apricot yellow robe, and he was holding a small vermilion seal in the tray to Rong Wengui, and sang loudly:

"Please teach the real person to receive the seal!

"Rong Wengui, the ninety-eighth generation descendant of Maoshan, takes over the teaching seal!" Rong Wengui solemnly bowed his head and sang.

Tao Youning solemnly handed over the tray in his hand to Rong Wengui, then took a step back and knelt in front of the statue of Sanmao Zhenjun as soon as he lifted the front of his robe.

"Please teach the real person!"

Rong Wengui raised the tray in his hand above his head, knelt down on the futon in the center, and sang loudly:

"The ninety-eighth generation of Maoshan descendant Rong Wengui is sealed!"

A bell and drum rang out in unison, and the grand and solemn music rang out after the loud singing of the people, and everyone who came to watch the ceremony in the hall was quietly immersed in this solemn atmosphere, and secretly sighed that this trip was worthwhile. It is also a rare experience to be able to participate in the ceremony of receiving the seal of the first sect in my lifetime.

Gu Yaopan looked at Rong Wengui who bowed his head in the main hall with a complicated expression, and in a trance, he seemed to see Wang Ju hundreds of years ago, and he was so young when he received the seal! No, he was even younger than Rong Wengui at that time. She still clearly remembers what Wang Ju said the night before receiving the print.

"Yaopan, do you think I can be the head of Maoshan well?"

"Why not?"

Gu Yaopan remembered that he had answered him like this at that time, and after hearing her words, Wang Ju seemed to have untied the shackles in his heart, and smiled brightly.

"Yes, why not? I'm sure I'll do a good job, you say?

That was the only time she saw Wang Ju smile so happily. In the days that followed, as Wang Ju experienced more and more things, it became more and more difficult for him to have a smile on his face, he was always busy studying Taoism, busy subduing demons and subduing demons, and busy with Guangda Maoshan Mountain. Later, Gu Yaopan didn't even remember if he was really happy.

"When ......" the long sound of the bell chime sounded.

Rong Wengui stood up from the statue of Sanmao Zhenjun and turned towards the main entrance of the main hall, and the small vermilion seal was held high in his hand.

"Rite into ......"

Tao Youning and the other three elders led the disciples to perform three bows and nine bows to Rong Wengui, and the sound of chanting and finishing the salute sounded in the hall. Tao Mengchu stood up behind his father, and the solemn expression on his face had not yet dissipated.

He was wearing an apricot-yellow robe like his father, and he was following Tao Youning at this time, walking towards Rong Wengui, who had just taken over the Great Seal.

"Master, did the fellow Taoists in the hall who came to watch the ceremony directly lead them into the apse?" Tao Youning walked up to Rong Wengui and asked politely.

The ceremony has been completed, and the people in the same way always still have to entertain, and they can't let people come and leave, and there is no tea and dinner, right?

"Yes, it's arranged by Elder Tao!" Rong Wengui said to Tao Youning very politely.

He also hurried to Maoshan before the first seven, and even the direction on the mountain is not particularly clear now, and these receptions are only for Tao Youning and a few other respected elders.

Tao Youning nodded and beckoned a few disciples in the sect who were used to receiving work, and after explaining something, he took everyone to retreat, leaving Tao Mengchu by Rong Wengui's side and helping him do some work to deal with the aftermath.

"Meng Chu!" Rong Wengui looked at this young face, and his heart was a little complicated for a while.

Before, when he hadn't recovered his memory, Tao Mengchu was just a somewhat talented Taoist to him, and he might be regarded as a comrade who worked together, but now, Tao Mengchu had become his junior, which made him not think about how to treat him for a while.

"Master, what's the matter?" Tao Mengchu asked, looking at Rong Wengui.