The Enlightenment Conference is a major event in the metaphysical world, held every five years, and the organizers are different each time, but most of them are hosted by the elders of the family, and the official office Xuanmen, that is, the Special Incident Investigation Bureau, will send people to participate as guests.

For a grand event like this, although Xuanqingmen will not send people to participate in it every year, in fact, in private, they will still find juniors from two sects to increase their knowledge.

After all, at the Enlightenment Conference, there is also a link to learn Taoism, which can be regarded as a competition between the young generations of various families and factions and an opportunity for each family to accept disciples.

Yu Lin walked to the door of the Fang family's mansion, took out the invitation from his pocket and handed it to the greeter at the door.

After being tested to be correct, Yu Lin was successfully put in.

The people who came to participate this time were all Taoist priests from all over the world, or wild paths who had not yet entered the Tao but had already begun to cultivate.

Before entering the front hall, Yu Lin heard a whispered discussion between the two people beside him.

Both of them were wearing Taoist robes, and they looked like uncles and nephews of that small sect.

The older one specially lowered his voice and said, "I heard that this enlightenment conference, the Fang family directly invited the master of Xuanqing Gate to sit in the town, you kid can see this kind of scene for the first time you participate, make money, come in later, don't talk nonsense, listen more, watch more, learn more!" ”

Hearing the familiar three words, a question mark was instantly placed above Yu Lin's head.

The younger one muttered twice unconvinced: "Xuanqingmen? Is this an unpopular sect, why haven't I heard of it, Uncle Shi? ”

Then listening to the sound, the older one directly gave his own teacher and nephew a punch.

"You know the! Bah, Bah, Fusheng Immeasurable Tianzun, this is the first sect in the world, your uncle and I also learned about the existence of this sect by chance, the master of the Xuanqing Sect definitely belongs to the level of the hidden boss, you remember to be cautious in your words and deeds! ”

In the occult world, those who can know the existence of the Xuanqing Sect are basically the famous families or the sects that have been inherited for a long time, and it seems that this person should indeed know it unintentionally.

That's what it says......

Yu Lin pressed the cap on his head, leaned over and lowered his voice and said:

"Is what my brother just said true? I know a little bit because someone in my family was accepted as an apprentice by those big guys, and this time I just came to see the world, but I didn't expect to see this kind of scene. ”

The man glanced at Yu Lin, but he didn't doubt it, and took the initiative to say: "Oh-I also heard about it, but the news should be true, and the head of the Fang family should also announce the news when I go in." ”

After the two finished speaking, they went directly into the front hall.

Yu Lin's eyes narrowed under the brim of his hat, pressed the cap again, and turned to follow the flow of people into the hall.

After all, it is a family that hosts such a grand event, and as soon as you enter the front hall, you can see several rows of long tables with various dishes on the table.

In the first place, there was a row of people sitting horizontally, and in the middle was the head of the Fang family, Fang Zhuji, who had already sat down, and there was an empty seat next to the seat of the head of the family, which was not surprisingly reserved for the master of the Xuanqing Gate.

Fang Zhuchen cleared his throat, wrapped his spiritual power in his voice and said: "Thank you for giving face to the Fang family and coming from afar to participate in this enlightenment conference, please sit down first, the dishes on the table are a little bit of our heart, everyone pad their stomachs first." ”

At this time, the time had reached seven o'clock, and everyone looked for a place to sit down after listening.

Yu Lin casually picked a position close to him and sat down, ready to start listening to Fang Zhuji's pretended annual nonsense.