After everyone had finished their meal, a young monk of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old and good-looking walked into the hall.

He arched his hand to everyone and said in a deep voice: "My name is Wei Yi, and I am a disciple of the Spirit Dao Academy, and the head of the academy sent me to bring you into the sect. ”

The teenagers got up one after another and stepped forward to salute: "I've seen Senior Brother Wei." ”

Senior Brother Wei's gaze flew over everyone's faces, and he nodded, "Forty-five people, all here, come with me to the Spirit Dao Academy." ”

There are seven peaks in Hanchi County, and the Asking Peak where the Reido Temple is located stands in the middle and is protected by other peaks in the middle.

Asking Dao Peak is only more than 300 zhang high, but under the nourishment of the aura, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the pavilions are like covers, and you can see the strange flowers and plants that exude an attractive fragrance everywhere.

The teenagers followed Senior Brother Wei to the foot of the mountain, and walked up the stone steps, and at first they were divided into two groups, with the local teenager and the teenager from the mortal realm walking on one side.

But the mountain road was winding, and over time, the two sides gradually mixed together. I tried to talk a few words, and found that I could actually talk, so I quickly became warm.

The most popular is Lin Chaoran, he is the highest level of spiritual root among his disciples, and before he arrived in the Xuanyuan Continent, his name has already spread among the local teenagers, and now when he sees him, he has gathered around to inquire about his age and origin.

Zhao Lin deliberately walked at the end, silently listening to the teenagers' conversations and collecting some useful information.

In less than half an hour, halfway up the mountain, a building built on the mountain appeared in front of everyone.

On the top of the front temple door are written three big characters: Lingdao Temple.

Wei Yi said with a smile: "This is the Spirit Dao Academy, and the words on it were personally mentioned by the head of the Academy. ”

The teenagers shouted, "Good words! ”

"Three points into the wood!"

"It's in the shape of a dragon and a tiger."

Zhao Lin wanted to laugh when he heard it, must the words written by the Zhuji monk be good?

Although his calligraphy level is limited, after becoming the prince of Zhenguo, he has seen many famous calligraphy, and his vision is naturally good.

These three words are well written...... The shape of the dragon and tiger cannot be talked about, but the shape of the reptile is deep in the samadhi.

The temple was very quiet, with the occasional few monks walking around the halls.

"This is the preaching hall, the place where preaching and preaching......"

"This is the Magic Pavilion, protected by a magic circle, and used to demonstrate destructive spells......"

"This gray stone building is the alchemy room......"

Senior Brother Wei led everyone to walk and see, and at the same time explained the purpose of each building, as well as the cultivation matters after the entry.

There are more than 200 monks in the spiritual monastery, and most of them are disciples. There are three foundation building monks: Zhou Hongfang, the head of the courtyard, Nie Kui, the elder of the Dao Governor, and Wu Chuanqi, the elder of the Gong.

Senior Brother Wei mentioned by the way, Elder Wu Chuanchu is the Uncle Wu who brought the young man from the small world to the Xuanyuan Continent.

In addition to the three foundation building monks, there are also many deacons, stewards, and disciples.

"Sure enough, it's the same ancestry."

Zhao Lin knew in his heart, in terms of organizational structure, the Immortal Cultivation Sect was almost the same as the Martial Dao Sect in the mortal world.

Senior Brother Wei continued to introduce that after the disciple enters the Academy, he will practice for three years, and under special circumstances, it can be extended to five years.

During this period, the disciples only need to concentrate on the practice of the sect's exercises and spells, and do not need to bear any miscellaneous labor, and after one year of study, they can also choose one or two Taoist arts for further study.

Zhao Lin nodded secretly after hearing this, this can be said to be compulsory education in the cultivation realm.

Senior Brother Wei has an easy-going temperament, and during the explanation, there are constantly questions from teenagers, and he does not show any impatience, but answers all questions.

When a teenager asked which Taoist art to choose had a future, Senior Brother Wei smiled and said, "Cultivating the true hundred arts, as long as you cultivate well, you will have a future in any of them." ”

"My personal suggestion is to look at your own preferences and see if you are good at it. You have just entered the sect, so you don't need to make a decision in a hurry, and you still have a year to think about it slowly. ”

Zhao Lin heard that there were Xiuzhen Baiyi, and asked, "Xiuzhen Baiyi, there are really so many?" ”

Senior Brother Wei said with a smile: "Not only do there be, but if you calculate carefully, I'm afraid there are more than a hundred." ”

"In addition to the four Taoist arts that are practiced the most: alchemy, refining, formation, and talisman, there are also spirit plants, beasts, insects, puppets, brewing, spiritual tea, and magic clothes."

"Boat manipulation, divination, medical Taoism, pulse exploration, tracking, drug making, treasure appreciation, spiritual dieter......"

Senior Brother Wei said dozens of Taoist arts in one breath as if announcing the name of the dish, and only when he saw the surprised look on everyone's faces, did he stop, "Let's put it this way, most of the industries that exist in the mortal world are also in the cultivation realm. ”

"It's just that there are some things that don't need to be done by monks, so they are handed over to mortals and mortal spirit roots."

After wandering around the spiritual courtyard for most of the hour, Senior Brother Wei led everyone to the last hall to meet the three foundation-building monks of the Taoist Academy.

"Meet the head of the courtyard, Elder Daodu, Elder Chuangong."

Under the guidance of Senior Brother Wei, the disciples made a bow.

Zhao Lin raised his eyes and looked, his eyelids jumped a few times, Zhou Hongfang, the head of the courtyard, and Nie Kui, the elder of the Dao Governor, were the two old men who were playing under the pine tree before.

Although both of them had changed their clothes and their appearance had changed slightly, he still recognized them at a glance.

Zhou Hongfang smiled and said kindly: "Very good, from now on, you will be the disciples of Chenghua Sect." ”

"Whether you were born in the Xuanyuan Continent or from a small world, I hope you can support each other and do your best."

After a pause, he looked at the young man standing on the left and asked, "What's your name and how old are you this year?" Where did it come from? ”

The young man was a little nervous, and stumbled in his mouth and said, "Disciple Liu ...... Liu Zhizhen, 16 years old, is from the Han Chi Realm. ”

Zhou Hongfang gently stroked his palm when he heard this, and praised: "Liu Zhizhen, this name is good!" Only Jindan monks can be called real people, true to true, and cultivated to the Jindan realm! ”

Hearing him say this, the teenagers all laughed, Liu Zhizhen was not so nervous, and said loudly: "Thank you for the compliment, the disciple must work hard to live up to his name." ”

Zhou Hongfang smiled and nodded, asked softly one by one, and chatted with each teenager for a few words, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

When it was Zhao Lin's turn, he deliberately didn't ask about his age, but praised: "What a heroic young man, martial arts are innate, and he is really extraordinary!" ”

Zhao Lin hurriedly said modestly: "The head of the courtyard is falsely praised, and the disciples dare not be it." ”

Zhou Hongfang waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be humble, you might as well tell you that the old man was also a member of the Dayue Dynasty." When I was young, I practiced boxing and kicking in the martial arts gym for a few years, and I know how difficult martial arts are! ”

"Now that you have come to the Xuanyuan Continent, the path of cultivation has just begun, and I hope to make persistent efforts and persevere."

Zhao Lin responded: "The disciple understands. ”

After everyone finished introducing him, Zhou Hongfang's expression turned whole and said: "I am a Chenghua sect that abides by the law and etiquette, and there is also a ceremony for entering the sect, so you come with me." ”

After speaking, he stepped down from his seat and led the disciples through the main hall to a courtyard.

But I saw that the courtyard is vast, the small bridge and flowing water, the rockery verandah, the flowers and trees have been carefully trimmed, and the arrangement is like a garden.

There is an ancestral hall in the depths of the courtyard, and the plaque reads: Chihan Chenghuazong Merit Temple.

When everyone walked into the ancestral hall, they saw hundreds of tablets on the offering table, and there were two stone tablets on the left and right, engraved with inscriptions.

The three monks washed their hands in the basin, lit three sticks of sandalwood, and bowed respectfully to the tablet three times.

Zhou Hongfang turned around and said slowly: "It has been 50,000 years since the establishment of my Chenghua Sect, and I have been standing in the forest of sects in the Xuanyuan Continent, why? ”

"It is precisely because of the Taoism pioneered by the ancestors and sages of the past dynasties, the Taoist art that he participated in, and the military exploits he made."

"The ancestors and sages we worship are all people who have made great contributions to the sect, and we, as juniors, must not forget our ancestors."

"It is precisely because of their dedication that there is today's Chenghua Sect and the Nine Small Worlds!"

There is also a nameless tablet in the center of the offering table, Zhou Hongfang's expression is solemn, his eyes are slightly red, "There are very few people who can leave their names in the ancestral hall, and there are countless meritorious predecessors We can't forget!" ”

"Their names are unknown, but their deeds live on forever!"

"A thousand years ago, my Chenghua Sect was greatly injured, and now it is gradually recovering, it is the time for my generation to work hard, I hope you can be like the sages of the past dynasties ......"

The young men present couldn't help but feel agitated when they heard this, and their eyes showed respect.

Zhao Lin suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Why has our civilization always had a strong sense of family and country and always respected our ancestors?

He couldn't figure it out before.

Whether in the past life or in the world to come, people always attached great importance to sacrifices.

The royal temple is repaired, the people build ancestral halls, maintain the ancestral tombs, and abide by the ancestral teachings......

Did the ancestors really have souls and know what their descendants did?

At this moment, he suddenly figured out that as a human being, he always needs to find a sense of belonging.

It doesn't matter whether our ancestors have souls or not, what matters is that we remember and commemorate them, inherit their legacy, and follow in their footsteps.

Only then do we have roots! Only the nation has roots!

Some civilizations solve this problem through religious means, pinning their trust on the ethereal, so-called all-knowing and all-powerful "gods".

And our civilization believes in its ancestors, in fact, it believes in itself! Believe that man will win the day!

The tree that towers to the sky must have its roots; The water of the mountains must have its source. No matter when we are or where we are, it is our spiritual root to chase the distance and respect our ancestors!

Only in this way can our families, clans, and countries be closely linked together and passed on from generation to generation!

"Come here, dress up, wash your hands and clean your heart, and put pen to paper."

Zhou Hongfang personally took the pen and ink, a silk brocade silk, and asked the teenagers to write their names on it.

Zhao Lin also walked up, washed his hands in the clean basin, straightened his robe, picked up the pen and wrote: Zhao Lin.

In this way, it is officially enrolled.

(End of chapter)