Chapter IV

There was sandalwood on the elm desk, and a few wisps of green smoke curled over the sky of the Wulongfeng Sutra Hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A middle-aged Taoist with high cheekbones sat on the seat with his eyes down, wearing a purple and white Taoist robe, fairy wind bones, and the gilded incense burner beside him glowed with cold light.

In the hall, the disciples walked in one after another, hurriedly knelt on the ground, lined up in dozens of columns, and respectfully bowed and worshipped.

Yunhai came with Luo Tianxing, who looked ignorant, tiptoed to his own position, and knelt on the ground with him.

"It turns out that today is Uncle Pu Luozi's preaching......" Yun Hai cautiously glanced at the high platform, then hurriedly withdrew his gaze, turned his head and whispered to Luo Tian.

"Oh......" Luo Tian replied as if in a dream, and his eyelids couldn't stop fighting.

As long as a certain uncle has spare time from cultivation, or on a whim, and wants to teach some of his own experience to his disciples, the bell of Wulong Peak will ring, and all the disciples of the Luoyan Sect must be present after ten generations.

And this Pu Luozi is the eighth generation disciple of the Luoyan Sect, majoring in the art of casting patterns of spiritual weapons, but his cultivation is not high, only in the middle stage of foundation building.

At this time, all the disciples had already arrived, and more than 100 people filled the scripture hall in a staggered manner.

Pu Luozi raised his eyes lightly, put the jade bead in his hand on the table and made a crisp sound, and after coughing lightly, he said slowly: "Let's start......"

Hearing this, the disciples present raised their heads, put their hands flat on their knees, and listened respectfully.

"Hey ......"

Yun Hai saw that Luo Tian beside him still looked drunk and dreaming of death, and touched the latter with his elbow.

Luo Tian woke up suddenly, and saw that the senior uncle on the stage had already started preaching, so he hurriedly cheered up and his eyes widened. But the sleepy little fat man stayed up all night yesterday, and now he can't get rid of the sleepiness like a tide.

His head became more and more dizzy, his eyelids were suddenly heavy, his vision began to blur, and the figure of the senior uncle on the stage suddenly turned into two or three, sometimes overlapping together, sometimes spreading out.

"Grandma's. ”

Luo Tian gritted his teeth, his hands holding the ground trembled slightly, and sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead.

In desperation, Luo Tian had to pinch the tender flesh on his fingertips, and with a sudden force, the pain in his heart hit, which finally made him stop sleeping, and in a trance, he was already covered in sweat.

Yun Hai found Luo Tian's embarrassment, frowned slightly and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The little fat man Luo Tian was angry, his face was flushed, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head, and said, "I can hold it." ”

As if he heard a disciple whispering in the audience, Pu Luozi coughed dryly as a warning, and did not interrupt his words and continued to preach.

Yunhai had no choice but to sit upright, not daring to make any more noise, glaring at the little fat man and motioning for him to hold on.

But the good times didn't last long, and the sleepiness hit wave after wave like ocean waves, destroying Luo Tian's fragile nerves, which could be broken at any time.

Luo Tian pinched his fingertips again, but he used too much force and almost jumped up, and in this situation of silence in the audience, he didn't dare to make a sound, so he only blushed and swallowed his moans back into his stomach.

Looking around, and finding that no one seemed to find out where he was, Luo Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately looked at his fingers, a red blood mark was extremely bright.

In this way, once Luo Tian couldn't support it, he forcibly pinched his fingertips to prevent himself from falling asleep, and the cycle continued.

In the scripture hall, Pu Luozi's leisurely voice echoed, accompanied by the urging of spiritual power, making the aftermath linger.

Some disciples were fascinated by what they heard and benefited a lot, while others looked bored and even yawned, feeling bored. But no one is like Luo Tian, who is sitting in the penultimate row, his body is shaky, and it seems that he may faint at any time.

Finally, about an hour into this sermon, Luo Tian's fingers were already swollen, and no matter how much he pinched them, they were so numb that he couldn't feel the pain at all.

All of a sudden, the surrounding scene, everything, seemed to start spinning.

Pu Luozi's voice reached the ears of the little fat man, and it also turned into a buzzing sound like a fly flapping its wings.

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, in the scripture hall where the needle could be heard, under the shocked gaze of the sea of clouds, a bloated figure leaned forward and fell down violently, like a mountain and river collapsing, and slammed into the ground.

The eyes of all the disciples were attracted, and at the same time, Pu Luozi's voice also stopped abruptly, and he frowned and looked over, ready to see whose disciple it was, daring to interrupt himself while preaching in the scripture hall.

Luo Tian, who was in a coma, didn't know that he was in trouble, he leaned forward, his head was tightly pressed against the ground, and his legs were even in a half-kneeling state.

It is this embarrassing and comical sleeping posture that looks like a pious kneeling person from a distance.

The senior brother Yun Hai beside him looked left and right, at a loss, crying and laughing.

"It's ...... What are you doing?"

"I don't know......"

"This fat man looks familiar......"

The whispering slowly spread among the disciples, and their eyes were all focused on this, which made the sea of clouds next to the focus feel like pins and needles.

Pu Luozi on the high platform didn't speak, but his eyes fell on Luo Tian quietly, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Suddenly, in a hurry, Yun Hai's expression moved slightly, and he actually bowed down, and shouted excitedly: "What Uncle Shi said is really incisive, I will benefit for life, and the disciple will be respected!"

Park Luozi was stunned.

The disciples in the audience were also stunned.

It sounds like this, it seems that this pair of brothers was moved after listening to Pu Luozi's experience in casting patterns, and they couldn't help but bow down? !

Although this kind of thing is unlikely, everyone has already done it, and Park Luozi is still quite useful. The rest of the disciples also had to bow down, and suddenly the crowd was crowded, and a large piece was poured.

Pu Luozi squinted his eyes, stroked his beard, nodded and said, "Get up." ”

Yun Hai was busy at this time and took the opportunity to shoot Luo Tian, who suddenly had a spirit, and finally woke up and escaped this catastrophe.

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A few miles away from the Five Dragons Peak, there is the highest small peak, which is called the most forbidden peak by the disciples of the Luoyan Sect, this is the important place in the sect, only the sixth generation of disciples can enter and exit at will, even Pu Luozi must have the sect master's edict to enter.

On the forbidden peak, there are dozens of figures sitting around an incense hall, which are scattered.

The old man sitting on the head of the futon was dressed in a brocade gossip robe, holding a black and white separator in his left hand, and whisking dust in his right hand.

The fourth generation of the Luoyan Sect, Xu Banchen.

The most powerful voice in the Luoyan Sect is not the sect master, but the sect holders of the past dynasties. Once the sect leader has something important, even if it is the sect master, he has to stand aside, just like today, Xu Banchen didn't speak, and the sect leader Tang Gu didn't dare to say anything, and sat obediently in place like the other disciples.

"There are two main things that call you today. The old man swept away the dust and spoke slowly.

"The sting is coming, and the tea cup of my sect is also approaching, and I hope that you are all ready for this, so that the disciples can show their demeanor at the big competition. ”

Xu Banchen swept across the hall at a glance, and found that the eyes of several people were dodging, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows angrily, and coughed lightly: "Although my Luoyan Sect is a Dan Sect, but the different paths will eventually end, the inner disciples are all cultivators, and at the same time, the Danshu cannot be left behind, and the cultivation cannot be left behind!"

"At that time, several major sects of the Tuoluo Sea will send disciples to come, you better not let the juniors have no power to fight back in front of others!"

"The immortal meeting of the hundred sects that is compared every ten years never expects you to win the noun, but this time the tea cup is big, the old man doesn't want to see the disciples of the Luoyan Sect being laughed at, you guys, can you understand?"

"Understood!"

Dozens of people in the main hall all responded, crisp and neat.

Xu Banchen nodded without a trace, shook off the dust, folded the talisman in his left hand, and said lightly: "Then let's disperse." ”

"Soji, wait. The Fifth Generation Disciple Yukong Venerable hurriedly got up.

"What?"

"Didn't you say there are two things...... You only said one thing. The Jade Sky Master was sweating all over his forehead and sneered.

"Oh. ”

Xu Banchen straightened his posture again, shook his head and sighed: "It's still old." ”

seemed to be thinking about something, for a long time, Xu Banchen raised his head, with a faint sadness in his old eyes, and asked, "You guys, have you ever heard the news of Yunlei?"

Dozens of people in the hall looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Alas......"

The old man's voice seemed to be a little older, revealing endless desolation.

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