Chapter 340: The Beginning

When there was talk and laughter at the table, the food came up one after another. It's still the same, the meals are luxurious and extravagant, and it's like the president's treatment.

Zhang Yi and his entourage didn't see Daoist Zifeng come over after eating, it seems that they are still dealing with the matter of the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain, and it is estimated that it will not be solved without a night of beating.

However, Zhang Yi and his party had nothing to do with this matter, and they didn't mean to mention it at all.

Anyway, I wasn't the one who was beaten! (￣～￣; )

Even Fairy Ying is dressed in a breezy appearance, and she seems to be very confident in Zifeng Daoist and not worried at all.

After everyone finished eating, they didn't chat too much together, and went back to their respective places directly. Because tomorrow is the day when Maoshan elects the head, he must get up early in the morning.

After Zhang Yi and his entourage separated from Ying Xianzi and Ah Ying, they walked slowly on the bluestone road, meeting all kinds of people along the way, and even saw a foreign priest holding a cross in one hand and a Bible in the other.

But come to think of it, a sect like Maoshan that has been inherited for many eras and has a profound heritage, such a grand event must be world-class.

Zhang Yi and his entourage scattered on the road and went back to their respective places of residence.

Zhang Yi arrived at the place where he lived, took a shower and dried himself, threw himself directly on the bed, played with his mobile phone, and went to sleep directly.

Little by little, time passed......

At three o'clock in the morning, a loud bell rang out, this bell was like thunder, directly woke up the people living in the wing, and this bell seems to have the effect of calming the soul, after being awakened by this bell, there is no feeling of head swelling and headache, but full of energy, very clear.

The bells rang one after the other, louder than the other, and each bell would be sounded for a minute in between. Zhang Yi had already come to the square during the time when the bell was ringing.

At this time, there were still many people in the square, but everything had already been arranged on the platform, and at the edge of the platform was full of Maoshan disciples, and there was a grandstand on the top of the platform, and on the stand was the head of Maoshan Ping.

At this time, the head of Ping was holding a brass-colored golden bell the size of a leather ball.

The head of Ping bent his fingers and flicked on the golden bell, and in an instant, the golden bell made a loud bell.

"! This ......" Zhang Yi couldn't help but open his mouth and scolded in a low voice.

This golden bell, which is only the size of a leather ball, can make such a loud bell. Moreover, the loudness of this bell is the same when it is in the wing room and when it is in the square, and the volume of the bell is not strengthened or weakened at all, as if it is sounding according to the sound that suits you best.

"Boom!"

The head of Ping held the golden bell in his hand, and bent his fingers and flicked it on the golden bell again. The golden bell rang out again, and every time it rang, Zhang Yi could feel that his spirit was much brighter.

The golden bell rang one after another, and in the time when the bell rang, people came one after another.

"Bang" again! Ping Zhangmen bent his fingers and flicked on the Admiralty again, and after this play, Ping Zhangmen did not continue to hold the Admiralty, and directly lifted the Admiralty to the side.

Two little Taoist priests came out from the side of the stands, one of them was holding a tray, and the other was a little Taoist priest with empty hands after respectfully taking the golden bell from the hands of the head of Ping, carefully placing it on the tray, and then picking up the red cloth to cover it, and the two of them retreated side by side.

The head of Ping flicked ninety-nine and eighty times, and in these eighty-one sounds, the people who originally lived in the wing room had already washed and prepared, and came to the platform square where the bell rang, and Yan Bo and his party also came to the square some time before the bell and crowded together with Zhang Yi.

Although the bell rang for a long time, eighty-one minutes long, it was so clear that no one in the room was impatient.

After the golden bell was taken away, the head of Ping stood in the stands and glanced at the platform square, regardless of whether the people were all there or not, he said directly: "Today! It is the day of my Maoshan selection of the head, thank you for being able to come. I will elect a new head with the will of heaven one day! ”

"At this point, I have finished speaking, and I will start to worship my ancestors and worship the sky!" The loud voice of the head of Ping echoed in the square as if he didn't need a horn.

After the head of Ping finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, jumped down from the stands, and after landing on the ground, he didn't even bend his legs, and fell straight to the ground like chopsticks.

"The ceremony begins!" After the head of Ping landed, he spoke directly.

As the words fell, four people came up from the edge of the platform, two of whom Zhang Yi and his party still knew, it was Zifeng Daoist and Ziliu. The other two were a little younger than Zifeng Daoist, but older than Ziliu. The other one is a young lady, a proper little fairy.

After these four people came up, they stood side by side behind the head of Ping without saying a word. Then a group of small Taoist priests came up on the edge of the platform, and I saw that this group of small Taoist priests was divided into three teams, and they were working together to carry the fragrance of three pillars as thick as an elephant's leg.

After one of the pillars was lifted in front of Pingzhangmen, I saw Pingzhangmen reach out and grasp the fragrant incense, and grabbed the fragrance as thick as a hoof with one hand.

After Ping Zhangmen grabbed the fragrance with one hand, he turned over with the other hand, turned out a yellow charm, and pasted it directly on the incense head of the fragrance.

With a "pop", the fragrant incense burned red.

After lighting the three pillars of incense, the head of Ping directly held the three fragrant incense pillars with both hands and inserted them on the oversized incense burner in front of him.

"This old man is also a cow!" Yan Bo said dumbfoundedly: "You can pick up such a thick incense with one hand."

"It's a good guy who is also in charge, can you do it if you don't do it?" Zhang Yi said disappreciatively.

"Then again! Wang Bald, can you pick up that incense with one hand? Yan Bo bumped Wang Fan on the side with his fat elbow.

"Lao Tzu can beat you with one hand!" Wang Fan's body twisted, and after dodging Yan Bo's fat elbow, he said in a dragging voice.

"! You ruthless beast! Yan Bo retorted directly.

When Wang Fan and Yan Bo were hurting and mocking each other underneath......

After Pingzhang finished inserting the incense, his palms were closed, and then they immediately separated, changing his Dao fingers.

"Bye!" After the head of Ping shouted, he bowed down to a wood carving of Taishang Laojun on the incense case.

With the bow of the head of Ping, the four people of Zifeng Taoist also bowed, and some Taoist priests who followed also bowed, and finally some people in the square also bowed, including Zhang Yi and Qiu Shaotian, because of the relationship between the square and the few places, Zhang Yi and Qiu Shaotian just pinched their fingers and bowed their waists slightly.

Zhang Yi and Qiu Shaotian worshipped, but Wang Fan, Yan Bo and Lu Jianbo did not, after all, their teachers are different.

Wang Fan was taught by Buddha, Yan Bo was taught by Fuxi, and Lu Jianbo was taught by Cao Cao (Brother Cao).