A white-haired old man in a gray robe, at some point, seemed to fall from the Nine Heavens, stopped in mid-air like a ghost, and looked at Xuanjizi expressionlessly. Wu Xuan looked at it slightly, and he couldn't help jumping up, this old Taoist priest must be the senior master of the Zhengyi Sect of Longhu Mountain, and he couldn't see his cultivation realm at all when he looked at the past.

Xuan Jizi was even more nervous, only to feel that an extremely dangerous qi machine locked him as if it were nothing, as if it could turn into a thunderous blow at any time. He lifted the Yellow Dragon Sword in the air, forced out a sword ray, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and asked cautiously, "Here is Xuan Jizi, the seventh generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, who was sent by the Palm Sect this time to come to the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhengyi Sect to meet Zhang Tianshi Zhang Zhenren, I don't know which ancestor of the Heavenly Master Mansion is the predecessor?"

The old Taoist heard Xuanjizi's inquiry, and his body was slightly rickety, slowly straightened, and replied coldly, word by word, "I, Zhang Zhen, am also with me." As each word spat out of his lips, the momentum of his whole body continued to rise, bringing gusts of wind on this Tianren Peak.

When Wuxu heard Zhang Zhen's three words, he knew that it was not good, and hurriedly flew out. As soon as he slid 1 meter, he saw that the old Taoist who claimed to be the twentieth generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhensui, seemed to take a step forward, and a white giant palm made of aura rumbled down towards himself and Xuanjizi from mid-air.

In terms of direction, Wuxu and Xuanjizi are opposite to the old Taoist, but in fact, the three of them are distributed in a triangle, but the old Taoist and Wuxu Xuanjizi are far away, and if they come from others, Wuxu is sandwiched between this old Taoist priest and Xuanjizi. Yes, the old Dao took out a huge palm, and it was logical to hit Xuanjizi, but it was the first to pass by Wuxu's side.

Under the heavy pressure, he almost couldn't move, looked up in horror at the palm print that was about to press on his body, and lost his mind slightly, as if he had returned to the scene when he had just come out of the Hualien Mystic Law Sect and was targeted by Mo En. Suddenly, the Dharma decree from the scroll of Paspa Pa in his bosom flew out, unfolded rapidly, and became the size of a robe, emitting a soft yellow light, enveloping Wuxu inside. As soon as the cyan aura from the giant palm came into contact with it slightly, the decree shook for a while, and it floated to the side like a living thing. Although the poor Wuxu had the yellow light to remove most of the impact, he was still shocked to the point that his limbs were weak and he spat blood, and he hurriedly used his spiritual sense to communicate with the mandala Dharma realm and perform exercises to heal his wounds. The old Taoist priest snorted, his eyes staring at the decree of the Eight Sipa, and the giant palm was still running towards the Xuanjizi who had been locked in the distance.

That Xuanjizi knew so much that he didn't dare to block it at all, and sprayed a piece of blood on the Yellow Dragon Sword, intending to break through the invisible prohibition around him, and fly down the mountain with his sword. But how could he escape the angry blow of Zhang Zhensui, the twentieth generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, who was cultivated in the later stage of the real person. Wuxu was in the yellow light cluster, and he vaguely heard that not long after Xuanjizi flew out, there was a strange scream, and his body was like a stubborn stone, falling straight down.

That Zhang Zhensui, and no longer chased after Xuanjizi. Went straight to Wuxu's side, looked at the roll of yellow silk floating on Wuxu's head and turned into the original size, and slowly recited:

After resurrection, Hui Yingming, asked in the north and south, like a dragon and a tiger.

After a moment of silence, he reached out to take the yellow silk and floated away.

Wu Xuan couldn't imagine that this volume of the Dharma of Ba Si Pa was like a supernatural power, and he could automatically protect the lord and block the angry blow of the real person's later cultivation for himself. Seeing that the law was taken away by this old Taoist priest, he didn't dare to make a sound, but he couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart. After Wuxu waited for this old way to leave, he hurriedly sacrificed the sheep scroll mandala magic weapon, flew down Tianren Peak, and returned to the quiet room of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

In the middle of the night, Tianren Peak in the mountain behind the Heavenly Master's Mansion made such a movement, but no one came forward to inspect. Even the three princes, Baltsoda, did not show up. Wuxu sat in the meditation room of the Heavenly Master's Mansion all night, using exercises to heal his wounds, and no one came to inquire during this period. When the sky dawned, a little Taoist priest respectfully delivered the meal to the door, and did not say anything. Wuxu is also rarely confused, closes the door tightly, and sits on the couch to recuperate. It wasn't until night fell again that Changqingzi came and invited him to the banquet in the land of yesterday.

Wuxu followed the fairy wind and the smiling Changqingzi, bypassed a few corridors, passed through the pieces of green lotus, sat down, and saw the Xuanjizi in the distance also coming in the distance. The Xuanjizi was held in the dust, carrying the Yellow Dragon Sword, walking in all directions, seeing Wuxu, nodding his head as if nothing happened, and also took his seat. Aside from the slight paleness of his face, Wuxu couldn't see any difference between him and yesterday.

After a while, as yesterday, everyone gathered and sat down at one time, and it was still the Changqingzi who mainly came forward to socialize with everyone, and Zhang Zhenren, the contemporary Zhang Tianshi of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, only occasionally whispered a few words with the third prince sitting on the right. When the Taoist priest by the pool finished playing a song of Sanqing Entering the Tao, Changqingzi walked to the edge of the pavilion and clapped his hands, and the Taoist priests who played music retreated one after another. After half a sound, Changqingzi clapped his hands again, only to see a sound of heavy footsteps, more than a dozen young people walked to the pavilion in the lotus pond, led by Changqingzi, Yuguan entered the pavilion, lined up, stood in the middle, and respectfully greeted Zhang Tianshi Zhang Zhenren. Zhang Tianshi faced this group of ordinary people, but he unexpectedly stood up, waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite. Since you have gone through all kinds of tests, let's stay here and cultivate. As soon as the words fell, these people were overjoyed and knelt down one after another. The Taoist priests of the Heavenly Master's Mansion on the side had already spoken one after another, praising these people for their sincerity and determination, and they came to worship all the way, and went through countless hardships and tests. Wu Xuan saw that one or two of these hungry and dusty people were the ones he had seen moving stones and repairing walls on the way to the Heavenly Master's Mansion before, although he didn't care much in his heart, he secretly sneered disdainfully, "If you do this, can you block the mouths of the people?"

After waiting for a commotion below, Zhang Zhenren, the Heavenly Master, waved his hand and said, "It's just that there is a general, to join my Longhu Mountain True One Sect, you must follow the Tao and worship the law, be pure and do nothing, respect the teacher, and do the right thing for the sky." Can you remember?" suddenly resounded in the pavilion, "Disciple remember" replied. Zhang Tianshi Zhang Zhenren looked at the new disciple with an excited face and a pious expression, nodded slightly, and casually pointed to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old student below, "You have a clear heart." The little student he was referring to couldn't help but be overjoyed, and kowtowed to Zhang Tianshi again. Zhang Tianshi waved his hand, "Tonight, the sages and sages gather, and the good teachers are full." Wait for the road number, and then seek your own chance at the banquet. ”

The people in the pavilion, hearing what Zhang Tianshi said, bowed to everyone at the table and asked for the Tao. Seeing this scene, although everyone at the banquet felt that there was a suspicion of deliberate arrangement, it was difficult for them to make fun of these frightened, joyful and pious people, and they meditated on their own.

Changqingzi, Tianxingzi and other Taoist masters of the Heavenly Master's Mansion followed the Mingxin taken by Zhang Tianshi Zhang Zhenren before, and gave a series of Dao numbers starting with Ming characters, Ming Dao, Ming Jing, Ming Qing, and so on. The third prince, Bal Tsoda, groaned a little and gave the Ming Yuan Dao number. Xuanjizi, reciting mantras, dancing with his hands to whisk the dust, and saying the word "Ming Zhen".

Wuxu sat on the seat, looked at the man who was in his early twenties and less than thirty, but had faint wrinkles on his forehead, saluted respectfully to himself, recited the Taoist number "Immeasurable Tianzun", sighed lightly, folded his hands, and sang, "I was a person who moved stones and built walls, and I didn't want to enter the gate in the pool." The wind and frost are blowing in the dust, and there is no trace of Qinglian. The number of your way is bright dust. "Say it, with a flick of your finger, a white lotus appeared on your finger, spun for a moment, turned cyan, and flew into the head of this man.

That's right

The old Tao was angry, and the little monk vomited blood.

Two sideburns are seeking the Tao, and a green lotus is out of the dust.