It was approaching the opening day of the Festival. Most of www.biquge.info invited guests have arrived at Kunlun Immortal Mountain. There is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in the Mixed Yuan Immortal Valley, and it has almost reached the state of the Heavenly Master walking all over the ground. The Organizing Committee of the Mixed Yuan Palace has also raised the security work to the highest level. The strange thing is that no one came forward to stop the earth-shattering drama of Shangde Pavilion, and those yellow-shirted Taoists don't know where they have gone?

The people at the other major gates have nothing to do with themselves, and they hang high. only pointing at the distance, discussing the rise and fall of the rivers and lakes. Zhengyi Maoshan is not known for being brave and ruthless, but he is a good hand at making money. In modern times, the ancestral court of Maoshan, which originally belonged to the Shangqing faction, has been classified into the category of Zhengyi after changes and reorganization, but the mental method still adheres to the path of "thinking about the gods", but this kind of meditation practice is not enough to support the family, so it gradually developed a side business for the general public, that is, subduing demons and catching ghosts and feng shui.

Chun Yufan's demonstration of ghost hunting at Jiuliao Mountain in Yilan is a typical example. And what really makes a lot of money is Kanyushu. The Celestial Empire has turned into a prosperous era, hiding the wealth from the people, and the hobby of some of the newly rich class, in addition to colluding with the public and powerful, is to make friends with the masters. As the real estate industry continues to be inflated, land has become the most lucrative resource. And which piece of land to choose is what the local tyrants are most concerned about.

A large number of talents from the Maoshan Sect have transferred to this side business, but they have buried the essence of their teachings. When the world mentions Maoshan Mountain, all that comes to mind is ghosts, ghosts, money, money, money, and money. The suzerain does not think that development is the last word. He believes that with money, the cultivation resources will also be tilted over. It's a pity that he overlooked the fact that a big fist is more important than more money.

The prosperity of Maoshan's economy must have squeezed the space of other gates in terms of market share. Quanzhen Qingcheng bore the brunt of the attack and took the lead. And Longhu Mountain, which is also Zhengyi, took the opportunity to fall into the well, and they believed that Maoshan was a standout, which must have originated from the secret method originally contained in the [Shangqing Dadong True Scripture]. You can't eat good things alone, even if I break your teeth, I'll have to pick out the flatbread!

In this Crane Ming Festival, the Maoshan Sect intends to take the opportunity to propose arbitration, expose all kinds of dumping and bullying incidents, win public opinion in the cultivation world, and make the opponents restrained. But he never thought that in front of everyone's eyes, Longhu Mountain would openly do it, and the Mixed Yuan Palace, as the organizer, would be silent - the mystery was intriguing.

Maoshan Dao people cleaned up the battlefield and treated the wounded. Chun Yufan took Du Yuan's hand and walked up to the fourth floor of the wooden pavilion together to introduce the team leader. The sect master of the Maoshan Sect was about sixty years old, with a high forehead, deep-set eye sockets, and a slightly obscene beard. People are very enthusiastic, and when they saw Du Yuan, they quickly stepped forward and took the lead in giving a salute, "Immortals are young and young, and they can distinguish between right and wrong." Today, I helped Maoshan retreat from the enemy, and Lin was honored. Chun Yufan didn't wait for Du Yuan to answer, and rushed to introduce, "This is the Sect Master of Zhengyi Maoshan Mountain, Lin Zhenying Heavenly Master." This Danyuan is not an outsider, my brother-in-law. ”

When Du Yuan heard this, his heart moved, and he looked at this sect master carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, and then he returned the courtesy, "Master Lin is polite." Forgive me for being abrupt, what do I think...... Where do I seem to have seen you?" Lin Zhenying had a clear heart, knew what he was referring to, and laughed, "I am commensurate with the private brother of Master Chun Yutian, so Mr. Du is also my brother! Since I am not an outsider, I will not hide it from you—I am the person you want to say but dare not say in your heart." ”

These words were like Hong Zhong Da Lu, causing a lot of ripples in Du Yuan's heart. "God, it's really you! I've watched a lot of your movies since I was a child, and I'm fascinated by it! Hey, no? I vaguely heard that you've already ......" "Hang up, aren't you?" Sect Master Lin looked like he had succeeded in his trick and said with a smile, "In ninety-seven years, I officially became a monk and completely buried my secular identity, leaving only a well-dressed mound in Hong Kong. Externally, it is said that people are hung up, and there are not many friends who know the truth, and you are one today. I've played too many Taoist roles, and I'm obsessed with this myself. With the convenience of his profession, he got acquainted with Maoshan Master Yang Dongming, worshiped under his disciple, and belonged to the same sect as Chunyu Heavenly Master. It is said that my Taoism is not as good as that of the Heavenly Master, but everyone thinks that I am a few years older, and I have the worldly law, so it is more convincing to take care of mundane affairs. I was promoted to the position of suzerain. I'm ashamed, in fact, it's just brushing my face and asking for some business for Maoshan. Most of those local tyrants also grew up watching my movies, and they don't believe in others but me, hahahaha......" He said about the excitement, grabbed the shoulders of the little fans, and whispered mysteriously, "I won't tell you, I just received an order from Mr. Ma, the richest man in the Celestial Empire, last month." Where is the main altar of your Danyuan? Do you want me to help you take a look? Your own people can get a 50% discount. ”

It's rare to meet such a down-to-earth big star sect master, Du Yuan likes his character very much, it doesn't seem to be as old-fashioned and stubborn as in the movie, he is a neighbor's uncle. "Yes, yes. But don't worry, let's get through the festival safely first. Lin Zhenying patted him on the shoulder, "Yes! Brother is reasonable." This left dragon and tiger, right Qingcheng, is full of dangers. Let's take care of ourselves first. In a few words, Du Yuan has been classified into the Maoshan lineage camp.

Chun Yufan assisted the sect master and commanded the Daoists to re-strengthen the defense line of Shangde Pavilion and strengthen the patrol manpower. Du Yuan saw that there was no major problem here, so he said goodbye and left. Lin Zhenying personally sent him out of the door, and said intimately, "Come to me after the end of the festival, and I will take you to Hangzhou to see the freshness - you won't regret it." ”

Du Yuan didn't know why, so he thanked politely. When I returned to Laiyi House, I met Red Sleeves in the corridor and was scolded by the split, "Everyone is good luck and avoids evil, you monkey is good, where is there any danger." Du Yuan knew that she cared about the chaos, and he didn't defend it, so he took her arm and coaxed and persuaded her, and entered the room together, and found that in addition to Zhizheng and Aya, Zhang Liao and Wen Congxin were also there.

"Wow, Brother Liao, you two have finally appeared. If you don't show up again, you'll elope. "Du Yuan is never serious, especially to old friends. Zhang Liao was familiar with his temperament, and he was also very yearning for this hypothesis, and he smiled, "There is an ontological Dao method from the heart, and no one can find us." That Luo's father and son are not too bad, especially Xiao Luo, a very simple teenager, we sent them back to Qingcheng Station. Watching from afar, there was no danger, and he came back. Have you seen Senior Brother Hu's group?"

Red Sleeves waved his hand, "Don't worry about them, Brother Hu has been training in the rivers and lakes for the longest time and has a wide range of contacts." Under the guise of being together with Yunshan, you can eat anywhere. I've already seen each other last night, so let's pretend not to know each other for the time being. Let's just cooperate secretly. ”

Wen Congxin opened the room and asked for two suites, she didn't worry about Aya living alone. But in this way, Zhang Liao didn't seem to have much chance, and Du Yuan was secretly anxious for his brother.

The two groups of people in Danyuan were combined into one place, and they did not take a single step out of the guest house. Wait for the Ming Dynasty.

On the 15th day of the 10th lunar month, the 20-year Crane Singing Festival finally kicked off. At nine o'clock in the morning, nearly 1,000 guests sat down on the edge of the deep pool waterfall. The stone platform slowly rose from the pool, and the host floated on the stage and loudly announced, "The 81st Crane Singing Festival, officially opened-" The applause was thunderous, and many guests were very excited to participate in the conference for the first time in their lives.

The salute roared, and 10,000 white doves hovered low in the sky for a long time. Not at all inferior to the Olympic posture. The host invited the chairman of the organizing committee, Zhenjun Mingyuan, to speak, and there was a buzz from the audience. This Mixed Yuan Sect has been hidden for a long time, and almost no one has penetrated its organizational structure, and this general person in charge is really high-profile enough to dare to call himself a "True Monarch", is this what it means to be on a par with the Three Sages? Everyone does not know the depths, and they do not dare to rashly make trouble, but just stretch their necks and wait to see what this "Mixed Yuan True Monarch" looks like.

The grand symphony played, accompanied by the climax bar, the waterfall suddenly divided into two from the middle, like a water curtain that had been opened, revealing the tall hole behind, the inside was brightly lit, and a yellow-shirted Taoist walked slowly, walked to the protrusion at the entrance of the cave, and stood still. His eyes swept along the fan shape of the thousand-person venue, and he said: "Ladies and gentlemen, this Fa meeting, the number of ninety-nine into one, the world's Daomen, should take advantage of the situation to clear the source. I am a mixed faction, far away from the turmoil for a long time, on the occasion of this grand event, clear the clouds and see the sun, and reunite with Taoist friends. I also hope to help each other, Ben Zhenjun is here to thank you. The sound spread far and wide throughout the valley, and could be heard clearly in every corner. There was no amplification device, and it was obvious that this person's breath was very solid and long.

The previous ones are all very polite, except for the last sentence that claims to annoy one. Someone shouted loudly from the audience, "What qualifications do you have to claim to be a true monarch? We and other Taoist sects are all Heavenly Masters or real people, and your Mixed Yuan Sect has neither great virtue nor imperial edicts." The flat ground is a head higher, too inflated, right?"

The yellow-shirted Taoist smiled slightly, "Kunlun Immortal Mountain is the ancestor of all mountains, echoing with the dragon vein of West Kunlun, and the immortal valley here is the pearl of dragon spit, and all the true dragon vitality gathers here." As for the great virtue of the true monarch, you need to understand it slowly, and you can taste it now. ”

As soon as the words fell, he made a simple lifting gesture. Within a thousand meters below the platform, the earth collapses and the ground cracks, and the three-ring stone platform rises from the ground, takes the deep pool as the center of the circle, and rises outward in turn, forming three huge natural stone platforms in the field. Looking down, it looks like the terrace seats of an opera house, everyone feels the seats shake, but no one falls or is injured, and when the ground stabilizes, the whole scene has completely turned into a semi-circular gladiatorial arena - low and flat in the middle, surrounded by stands on three sides.

This earth-shattering method of crying ghosts and gods makes no one in the world change color!