Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 223
The Taoist discussion was interrupted by a sudden monk, and the rules of the discussion were simply canceled. This is something that has never happened in the Double Ninth Festival of the Taoist sect for more than a hundred years.Due to the sudden emergence of the Chunyang Palace, which triggered the coming of the gods and Buddhas, many Taoist powers not only did not have much regret, but gathered together in twos and threes around the Ziyun Terrace, talking about the grand scene of the previous day with great interest, and the discussions were successful. Spit flying everywhere.

Among the thousands of Daoists, there are dozens of senior Daoists who are most proficient in the teachings standing in one place and discussing something in a low voice. Most of them look sluggish and their eyes are bloodshot. How tired I was last night.

"Headmaster Xiao is here!"

I don't know who yelled, and the crowd was in an uproar. Many people rushed up to take a look at this legendary figure who showed great power yesterday and could even talk to Taishang Daozu.

An old Taoist with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes suddenly squeezed away the crowd and ran over, while running, he also shouted: "Headmaster Xiao, please wait a moment, please wait a moment!"

This strange old man who was approaching quickly attracted the attention of everyone in Chunyang. Liu Suifeng and Chu Xun rushed forward from both sides, stared at the old man vigilantly, and shouted: "Stop coming!"

A few Emei disciples also stepped forward to persuade them, but the old Taoist stared away and snapped, "Go away, what do you know? Are you going to stop the Daoist foundation passed down from generation to generation?"

The old Taoist's clothes were disheveled, and it seemed that he hadn't washed it for a long time, and his body exuded a strange sour smell, which was unique among the guests of the six-yearly Daoist Ceremony.However, this old Taoist seems to have a very special status, so even if he kept sternly yelling, the few Emei disciples around him just smiled and didn't dare to retaliate in the slightest.

"Handed down dao foundation?"

Xiao Qianli took a look at the old Taoist with a half-smile, and he already had calculations in his heart, he smiled and said: "Dare to ask this Taoist brother, why are you looking for Xiao?"

There was a group of people from the Qingcheng sect walking by, and the leader, the elder Qingcheng to the true Taoist, saw the old Taoist, and hurriedly bowed down and said: "I have seen you, senior!"

"Zhizhen..." The old Taoist turned his head and glanced at the Taoist Lord Zhizhen, and waved his hand impatiently, "The old Taoist has some important matters to ask Headmaster Xiao, so the common etiquette will be avoided."

Elder Zhizhen was thrown aside like a fly, but he didn't take it seriously, he laughed at Xiao Qianli and said, "It's easy to teach Master Xiao to know that this is a Taoist from Heming Mountain. He is a living ancestor of my Taoist school. Since the old ancestor has important matters to discuss with the head teacher, the poor Taoist will not bother him much."

Xiao Qianli thanked Jishou, but was impatiently poohed by the old Taoist, and said: "What old ancestor? The old Taoist's common name is Li Jue, you can call me whatever you want, just don't call me ancestor, senior, it makes the old Taoist get goosebumps pimple!"

Xiao Qianli couldn't help laughing, opened his mouth, but didn't know how to address him for a while, and said with a smile: "Dao... I don't know what's important, brother?"

The hidden Taoist Li Jue was very satisfied with this appellation, he glanced at Zhizhen Daojun, and hummed: "Did you hear that? This is what a serious person does. A word of Taoist brother makes the heart of an old Taoist warm. Unlike you Little baby, on the surface you are very respectful, but behind your back you don’t know how many times you have scolded the old man for being old and immortal.”

Zhizhen Daoist smiled wryly, and said to Xiao Qianli, "Headmaster Xiao is busy first, and the poor Taoist went to the side to have a look at the scenery."

Rao Xiao Qianli couldn't help but be a little surprised. Seeing the appearance of Zhendao Lord, he was clearly at least six or seventy years old, but he was called a "little baby". This hermit Taoist Li Jue's seniority can be imagined. Know.

The Emei disciples who maintained the order had already persuaded everyone to disperse, and the Taoist priest Li Jue looked around impatiently, then dragged Xiao Qianli to the wooden pavilion of Chunyang Palace.

"The old way doesn't know martial arts, so I hurried to hurry, but I was a day late. Last night, I heard a few fellow Taoists talking about a story about Huahu. I felt that there was a lot to do. So I took the liberty to wait for Xiao Zhangjiao here. Just to ask for a few details in the story."

"I don't know martial arts?" Xiao Qianli was taken aback. Looking closely at the appearance of this old man, he saw that his footsteps were flimsy, and he really had no cultivation.I also saw him travel and dusty, his Taoist robe had been torn many times, and there were several scars on his skinny hands, which were probably scratched by vegetation while climbing.

Xiao Qianli couldn't help being awe-struck, and respectfully gave a Daoist gift, saying: "Brother Daoist, you've really worked hard!"

The hermit Li Jue shook his hand and sighed: "The old Taoist has studied the teachings of Taoism all his life, but he only feels that there are many flaws, especially the theory of Huahu is even more inconsistent. If one day the Buddhism uses this to make trouble, the Taoist will have no power to resist. I heard a few words last night. When a fellow daoist talked about the mysteries of Zhangjiao Xiao, the old Taoist suddenly felt enlightened, and all doubts were easily resolved, so he spent a little time to sort out Zhangjiao Xiao's remarks with several fellow daoists."

As he spoke, he took out a large stack of papers from his arms. Xiao Qianli glanced at a few chapters, only to see that what was recorded on the papers were all his foolish "Xiao Family's Conferred Gods". Xian's words were revised carefully, and the description was wonderful, and Duan's literary talent was flying, so I couldn't help admiring him.

"It is precisely because of the existence of such sages that Taoism can survive thousands of years under the strong suppression of Buddhism..."

In Xiao Qian's heart, he felt sincere admiration for this sloppy hermit, and suddenly his heart moved. He turned his head to look, and saw a group of tired old Taoists sitting or standing not far away, but they were all paying attention to him. On my own side, even though the Ziyun Terrace was full of excitement, I always regarded it as nothing, with only myself and the hermit in my eyes.

He stood up and bowed to the group of old Taoists, but those old Taoists just smiled and returned their salutes.

Xiao Qianli calmed down, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, what's your puzzlement? Xiao naturally knows everything to say, and he can say everything."

The hermit Taoist Li Jue was very happy, pointing to a passage and asked: "According to Zhangjiao Xiao, the three Qings are originally one. Why do you insist on separating from Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun because of the mind and nature of the Lingbao Tongtian leader of the Qing Dynasty?"

Xiao Qianli chuckled, and then explained to him in detail.The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, but it was already the time when the sun was rising.

On the ceremonial platform on the east side of Ziyun Terrace, the highest-status person from the Five Great Dao Sect who participated in this grand ceremony sat, and more than a dozen powerful people who were well-known in the Taoist sect sat around the high platform to make judgments.When the preparations were ready, only the sound of the horn sounded. Xuanguan Daojun, the head of Emei, stepped onto the stage and announced the rules. Each faction sent a representative to put the names of the contestants into the wooden boxes of the two groups. in the lottery.

Seeing that Xiao Qianli was having a good time talking with Taoist Yin, Lu Wuyan could only shake his head helplessly, and ordered: "Suifeng, write down our names!"

Liu Suifeng nodded, reached out to take the writing brush on the small table in the pavilion, and was about to write on the note, when suddenly his face showed a strange look, and he raised his head and asked, "Uncle Lu, you said it is...'us'?"

Lu Wuyan smiled softly, "This competition only has an age limit, and I'm not over 40 years old, why can't I join the battle?"

Liu Suifeng suddenly smiled, raised the pen, and wrote "Pure Yang Palace, Lu Wuyan" on the note in a correct manner.

(End of this chapter)