Apprenticeship, this is a very serious matter.

In this world, even if it is the weakest and has only a few people, the small sect attaches great importance to the inheritance, not to mention the big sect.

For example, sects like the Jade Emperor Palace and Taiyue Mountain do not accept disciples every year, but also choose what good days and auspicious days, look at the heavenly phenomena, and count a few hexagrams.

As an immortal family, Penglai will only be more strict in inheriting the matter.

They accept disciples, like Liu Zhuoran, for every Spirit Sword Monarch, there will only be one person in each generation, counting the inheritance of the three law enforcement, the Penglai generation, there are only six disciples at most.

This is a true biography.

The meaning of the so-called true transmission is that the lives of each disciple must be consistent with the Three Spirit Monarchs of thousands of years ago.

For example, Li Junlin and Liu Zhuoran are exactly the same as Dongling Xianjun.

As long as the Immortal Monarch wakes up, he can be reincarnated and reincarnated without the slightest sequelae.

Hongchenjun was unlucky.

His spiritual weapon, the Red Dust Sword, was destroyed by the Folding Mountain, and he didn't even carry the inheritance, so he could only temporarily find some hosts with similar fates.

Fortunately, Hongchen Immortal Dao, incarnated into tens of millions, is not very particular about these.

The number of true disciples is scarce, and what is important is quality and thousand-year-old events, such as the inheritance of the Onmyoji of the Wa Kingdom, which is not even an outer door, at most it is to throw it to a few ghost path secret books that do not have too many problems, and cultivate it yourself.

However, from the perspective of this teaching, at least one-third of the martial artists in the entire world can be regarded as Penglai's subordinates.

But today's apprenticeship is an exception.

Thousands of people's guard of honor stopped in the square in front of the Imperial City Taimiao, and in the solemn and majestic drum music, Zhao Ming, who was dressed in a crowned dragon robe, was escorted by several important ministers, crossed a steady pace, and walked towards the Taimiao.

Daojun waited in it.

The fairy girl who moved the mountain was led at the door.

She held her beloved purple oil-paper umbrella, combed in a bun, with a veil, and the meaning in her big eyes was incomprehensible.

She looked at Zhao Ming walking in front of her.

Although she was already familiar with this young man, she still looked at the lord in front of her with a rather critical, scrutinizing, as if she had seen it for the first time.

It's not about looking at faces.

It's about looking inside.

Root bones, talents, spiritual rhyme, Dao hearts, and so on.

Cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts, although they are different in all aspects, but in the end, they are also the same way, and hard work can decide most things.

But the rest, including the height of the start and end points, is determined by a lot of factors.

The young man in front of him.

Root bones, a mess.

talent, not to mention.

Lingyun, not at all, bathed in dragon energy, made him physically strong and full of energy, but it also washed away the only trace of aura he had, and everything in this world was a peck and a drink.

Dao Heart...

Hehe, that's not to mention this.

Although walking in the world, there are thousands of red dust, all kinds of martial arts, all kinds of Taoist hearts, and their obsessions are strange.

Some people are for the achievement of a generation of masters, and some are for the family and friends, and for all sentient beings.

There are also people who only think about happiness and revenge, and ignore the rules as nothing.

Qianshan Jun is also well-informed, and she has seen all kinds of Dao hearts.

Even if you haven't seen it, you've heard of it.

She didn't dare to say that she had read everything in the world.

But what she can be sure of is that for a man with such soft knees, it is absolutely impossible for the Dao heart to exist.

Sum up.

Zhao Ming walked the immortal road, and there was no hope at all.

It's better to start practicing martial arts now, using the dragon qi to add to the body, and practicing a few sets of Penglai's secret imperial martial arts, what Beichen Heart Sutra, Ziwei Knife Technique, Heaven and Earth Dragon Fist and other peerless skills that can only be cultivated through dragon qi.

In the end, it should be okay to live a long life.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the inside of the Taimiao, perhaps, the ancestor thought so, just like Dongling and Hongchen under his command, this immortal sect inheritance, how can a mortal come in?

As for the apprenticeship ceremony in front of him, it is nothing more than a formality.

The symbolism is far greater than the actual meaning.

As for the symbolism, what is it?

Yishan Jun glanced at the Yuanwu Zen Master standing on the other side, who had changed into a new monk's robe and robe as she persuaded today, and the dragon qi was transformed into the Ten Thousand Souls Array, and there was no need for Qiu Long to suppress it.

Therefore, this old monk is also holding a dragon Buddha staff today.

This dry, thin, bald and white-eyed old monk, paired with a mighty and domineering black rod dragon, should not be a match, but at first glance, there is not much of a feeling of astonishment.

The dragon Buddha staff bathes in the dragon energy, the spirit rhyme is more and more real, when it is like the real dragon circling, the demon spirit wants to break the rod and come out, shocking the heart, but it is detained by the old monk in his hand, and it is like a Zen dragon, which makes the dragon extremely docile.

This old monk is indeed not ordinary.

A thousand years ago, it would definitely have made a name for itself.

The mountain mover thought about it, retracted his gaze, and nodded to Zhao Ming, the lord of the country who came in front of him.

He said softly:

"After today, Lone should ask the national teacher to be called 'senior sister'."

"Haha, that's what Your Majesty said."

Yishanjun nodded with a smile and said:

"Today, this is a big day for me to inherit one more family in Penglai for a thousand years, and it will definitely be very solemn and exciting.

Go inside with me, Daojun is already waiting for you. ”

She turned around and led Zhao Ming to the temple.

He took a step forward and said to Zen Master Yuanwu:

"Today's major event, I should have invited the world's heroes and nobles to come to watch the ceremony, but it was born in a national war. Great monk, you are one of the strongest martial arts in the world, and you have also been a national teacher who protects the country, and you have a good relationship with Your Majesty, so come along.

Just ask the great monk to be a witness.

After all, it is His Majesty's entrance ceremony, and it is really not beautiful without a master to witness it. ”

"I don't dare to ask for it."

The old monk smiled and replied in a crepe manner.

His old face was wrinkled, his eyes were smiling into a line, his shoulders were slumped, and he followed Qianshan Jun and Zhao Ming to the Taimiao, looking drooping and old.

But the heavy dragon was as light as a feather in his hands.

"Fang Cai saw it from a distance, and Master Yuanwu had a smile on his face."

While walking, Zhao Ming whispered:

"Master, this is a happy event? Or is it joy because you are lonely in what you do today and foresee the future? ”

"As Your Majesty expected, there is indeed a happy event."

The old monk Yuanwu said while turning the Buddha beads forward:

"These days, in the palace to protect the national fortune dragon energy, it is rare to get away from the hustle and bustle of the world, Buddhism has improved, and the old monk is happy in his heart. But I don't know what the lord of the country means by the future? ”

Hearing that the old monk was so uninteresting, Zhao Ming was not angry.

He's in a good mood today.

He took the initiative to explain:

"Lonely ask the immortals to take action, but the world is a disaster, the confrontation between the north and the south is like an enemy country, but there is no sword soldier from now on, there is no bloodshed in the world, the world is unified, the rivers and mountains are restored, the country and the people are safe, isn't it beautiful?"

"Well, I see."

The old monk nodded approvingly.

He said:

"What the lord of the country thinks in his heart is indeed a great wisdom, cut off the delusions of the world, the old monk didn't even think of this layer, and he didn't know the hard work of the lord of the country, he was really ashamed.

The lord of the country is so kind that he should be a Buddha of all families.

Why don't you go after that, the old monk is in the temple, and he also sets up a Buddha card for the lord of the country, so that the fireworks can spread the good thoughts of the lord of the country? ”

"It doesn't have to be."

Zhao Ming smiled.

Maybe it's because of psychological reasons, so that this Zen master of Yuanwu speaks a lot better today.

Because it is not in the headquarters of Penglai Xianshan, all kinds of ritual utensils for inheriting and receiving disciples have not been prepared, and in the current chaos, it is too much time to collect it with great fanfare.

So it takes the solemn meaning, in the courtyard of the royal building of the Taimiao, put a big ding, take a piece of mountain stone from Penglai Mountain, and add Zixuan incense burner.

Not to mention that there are no ancestral tablets of the past dynasties, and there are not even incense cases used to worship heaven and earth.

This is really too "simple"!

Let Zhao Ming and Yuanwu Zen Master be a little stunned for a while, if it weren't for the one-armed Penglai Daojun standing in front, the two of them would have thought that this was a nondescript farce in front of them.

As if seeing the doubts of the lord of the country, Penglai Daojun, who was looking up at the sky, turned around.

His two white eyebrows, which are very similar to those of Yuanwu Zen Master, swayed on the cheeks, and behind the cyan Taoist robe, there were also streamers flying and lingering, and where they were, there seemed to be flower petals flying, and there were auspicious clouds.

But when you look at it, it all looks like an illusion.

In place, there is only an old man with white hair, white beard and white eyebrows.

"Your Majesty need not be worried, nor surprised."

Penglai Daojun twisted his beard and said softly:

"A thousand years ago, the fairy spirits were still there, the way of heaven was standing, and the reincarnation of the Three Realms was checked. However, in these years, there is no aura, and there is no heavenly way.

Now the heavens and the earth have lost their power and have been relegated to the mundane, but our generation of monks is still there, still walking the path of immortals.

Therefore, I Penglai is a pillar of incense, and heaven and earth are afraid that they can't stand it.

Your Majesty enters, you only need to tell the Taoists of Penglai and let the heavens and the earth witness it. ”

Penglai Daozu said slowly.

His words are wild.

made Zhao Ming's heart skip a beat.

The emperor of the country, who claims to be the Son of Heaven, dares to say that heaven and earth are dead, and he can't stand a stick of incense, which is tantamount to openly questioning the authority of the emperor in the world.

Penglai Daojun didn't care.

Seeing the lord of the country, he raised his one-armed lift, and lightly touched his finger in front of him, and the empty air, like water waves being moved, spread like a mirror, in a wisp of spiritual energy, quickly spread out.

The entire atrium of the temple seems to have become unreal in this water wave-like streamer.

The auspicious clouds gathered on the big ding, which emitted the smoke of the Dao.

There is also a glow like a candle flame extinguished, gathered into a road, extending to the feet of the lord, in front of his eyes, auspicious clouds stretching, looming Taoist figures.

The fairy clothes are fluttering, the clouds are on the feet, there are surrounding illusions entangled, and they are holding various magic weapons.

There are also a few people, riding green ox cranes, or standing on top of the turtle and dragon.

Full of immortal atmosphere.

In the center, an elderly man in a black and white robe sits upright on a rattan chair, twisting his beard with his hands and warm eyes.

But it was hard to see the man's cheek.

This is the Ascending Immortal Diagram.

There is also a pair of Five Immortals Secret Realm, which is a catalogue of the ancestors who have achieved cultivation in the inheritance of the Immortal Gate, which is equivalent to the genealogy of the master inheritance of the Wulin Sect. Of course, people do this.

But it is much cooler than the dry writing of the martial arts sect, just like a holographic projection, three-dimensional and real.

Those who have come before will also look forward with gaze or encouragement.

Zhao Ming took a deep breath.

Under the gaze of the Moving Mountain Jun and Penglai Daozu, he took a step forward and stepped on the streamer, just like stepping on the water, and every step he took would leave a faint ripple, fluctuating outward, magical and abnormal.

After walking nine steps, Zhao Ming came to the front of the Dading incense burner.

He took a deep breath.

Stretch out your hand to open your robe, bend your knees, and kneel on the futon below as if you were kneeling down to your ancestors, and the mountain mover next to you has lit a stick of incense, just waiting for this pillar of incense to be inserted into the incense burner...

"Smack"

The cold utensils were against Zhao Ming's calf.

Like a mountain, it was pressed against his body, and the action of making him fall was forcibly stopped in place.

"Huh?"

This moment.

Zhao Ming, Qianshan Jun, and Penglai Daojun's eyes turned to the side at the same time.

There, the old monk who was thin and thin, wearing a new Buddha robe, was holding a dragon against Zhao Ming's calf.

There was still a gentle smile on his old face.

But those eyes have been reopened, and they are still as clear as they were on the edge of the Yangtze River, like the sky after the rain, and like a calm sea, reflecting the full wisdom of life.

"The old monk thought about it and felt that this matter was still inappropriate."

Facing the gaze of the three people, the monk Yuanwu said slowly:

"If it is Zhao Ming himself, he has also entered, it is nothing more than the immortal family accepting an extra mortal disciple. But if it is the lord of the mortal dust country, he will enter the immortal gate, I am afraid that he will not be able to block the mouth of the world.

Why don't you do it like this? ”

The old monk took a deep breath, as if an atmosphere was formed in front of him, and he wanted to mix the air around him with spiritual energy and inhale it into his body together.

Zhao Ming, who was blown by the wind, felt a sense of suffocation.

The old monk's body, like blowing up a balloon, swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a dry old man to a strong man.

is still bald and white-eyebrowed, but it adds three points of domineering coercion.

He looked at the Penglai Ancestor and the Mountain Mover in front of him.

He said:

"Why don't you ask Zhao Ming to give up the position of the lord of the country to others first, and then let him worship the wall of Penglai Gate, okay?"

"Master..."

Zhao Ming saw that the atmosphere in the field was not good, and he wanted to persuade him.

As soon as he spoke, he was glared back by the old monk Yuanwu.

The old monk whispered:

"O lord of the country, you are the lord of a country, and thousands of Li people are protected by you. You just told me that you were proud, but the old monk was very sad in his heart, and he didn't feel the slightest joy.

You just want to borrow ingenuity, take shortcuts, and change the world for peace, but you don't want to really work hard to govern the court in exchange for the hearts of all the people.

If you really kneel down today, who should you talk to for the sake of thousands of souls in vain in the past few years?

You, the lord of the country, are really very unqualified.

But at this point, it is useless to blame, if you want to be easy and happy, leave the burden of the world over there, and give it to another person who can support it! ”

"Smack"

Qianjun Qilong, gently patting Zhao Ming's abdomen, swept the lord of the country into the strong wind, and roared out of the Taimiao.

"Bang"

The Buddha's cane is on the ground, the radius is several zhang, and the bluestones are broken.

"Old Ancestor, I'll go catch him back!"

The moving mountain gentleman shouted, and jumped out of the temple with the umbrella in the explosion, and the fast ancestor didn't have time to call it, and in the atrium, only the old monk and the Taoist were left.

"I don't see the misery of the world, I don't see the liberation of the fairy dust, I don't see the Yellow Spring Hell, I don't see the Pure Land, Amitabha."

Yuanwu held a dragon in his hand, and the golden Buddha text emerged from outside the body, like a golden lotus flower.

He pronounced the Buddha's name to the Daojun in front of him and said:

"Today, seeing that the Yellow Spring has appeared, and Rahu is here, the old monk will sacrifice himself to eliminate the demons!"