Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 624: Seeking the Truth is Difficult and Asking the True Heart
After listening to this, Huang Ningbing looked at the map of the celestial bodies in the hall. Just then, a star suddenly rose up, slowly moving upward with a brilliant color, almost reaching the front of the stage. The cold light hit his face, making his expression shrouded in light and shadow, very complicated.

Zhang Yi, the younger generation of my good friend, is extremely gifted and has amazing comprehension. His reputation as a genius has spread far and wide, but he does not have the sword bone, so it is difficult for him to enter the Taibai Sword Sect. He is not a woman, so if he enters the Doumu Palace, his future development will be overshadowed.

In this case, the two major upper Xuan sects are not the best choices, and the only one left is the middle Xuan sect.

"Zhongxuanmen." Huang Ningbing paused, with a deep look in his eyes, and said, "Are you not going to let Zhang Yi charge at Laojun Temple?"

It looks like a question, but the tone is actually affirmative.

Although Laojun Temple is far ahead of others in Zhongxuan Sect and its influence is catching up with that of Zhouxuan Sect, it seems to be the best choice, but the cicada is aware of the undercurrents surrounding Laojun Temple before the autumn wind blows. Even peripheral families like them have now noticed it.

If you enter Laojun Temple now, you may be drawn into a big whirlpool, and it is unknown whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the future.

Zhang Wenyue nodded. His nephew Zhang Yi had just entered the Dao and was like a small boat that could not withstand the impact of possible stormy waves. It was better to be safe.

At this point, the two fell silent again. There was silence in the hall except for the smoke rising from the cauldron on the jade table, which lingered in the surroundings and exuded a slight chill.

It is not easy to practice Taoism. One wrong choice can easily affect your future growth. It is too cruel.

Like the Zhang family of Yunhuai, young men from other aristocratic families are also faced with a difficult choice.

There is actually an undercurrent surging in the entire Jingchen Mountain.

In a large hall, the jade tiles on the ground were polished and as smooth as an endless mirror. The sunlight outside was reflected in, and the countless cold colors seemed to be close at hand and within reach.

At this moment, rays of sword light leaped out from the mirror, like a dragon emerging from water, boiling and moving back and forth, agile and majestic, gathering at the feet of the great monk of Taibai Sword Sect, forming a circle, reflecting him to make him look even taller and more handsome, with a pair of eyes glowing with the color of glass, spotless.

He has received news that some of the noble families who came to participate in the Jingchen Dharma Assembly are not content, and he does not rule out the possibility that some of their descendants will choose the Zhenyi Sect after the Dharma Assembly begins.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this situation is actually "the result of their own actions" by Taibai Sword Sect and Doumu Palace. If these two major sects spread the word that they would lower the admission standards at this Jingchen Dharma Assembly, the children of the noble families on the mountain would naturally not "give up the near and seek the far" and choose Zhenyi Sect instead of Taibai Sword Sect and Doumu Palace.

But in fact, the disciples accepted at the Jingchen Conference are at least inner disciples, or even the seeds of future true disciples. Any upper Xuan sect has strict standards for this, and would rather have nothing than have someone of poor quality, so as not to dilute the sect's fortune.

After all, although Taibai Sword Sect and Doumu Palace are both Shangxuan Sects, they are also Shangxuan Sects with extremely distinct characteristics. One wants peerless geniuses with sword bones, and the other likes female cultivators with astonishing talents the most, and inherently excludes some people.

Now that the Zhenyi Sect has appeared on Jingchen Mountain, the young people from aristocratic families who claim to have "unappreciated talents" have found a new target.

“It depends on what they choose.”

The great monk from the Taibai Sword Sect had a cold face and a chill all around him. The Zhenyi Sect did not have many places in this Dharma Assembly, and with many people being chosen, the competition would be more cruel than they could have imagined.

One day, Zhou Qing woke up from his cultivation, his eyes lit up, and the whole hall was like a bolt of thunder, illuminating the surroundings with a layer of lightning.

He looked outside, waved his sleeves, stood up from the platform, came down, and pushed the door open to go out.

Outside, a Taoist boy had already prepared the chariot. Zhou Qing sat steadily under the canopy, pulled by a stunning rainbow, and headed straight forward to the top of the mountain.

There was no conversation on the way until a flying palace appeared in front of him, overlooking the mountain. Then he came down, straightened his clothes, and walked in calmly.

With a quick glance, Zhou Qing saw that there were already three monks sitting on their respective cloud couches.

One was a nun with a jade-like face and an immortal figure, with the shadow of a celestial being looming behind her, and the sound of chanting and praising could be heard constantly; the other had an upright figure, with a sword ball moving around freely, pulling out wisps of cold light and starlight, colliding with each other.

These two men were clearly getting the upper hand, and the remaining third cultivator looked as powerful as the two, but he was sitting a little further away, which made it clear who was the most important and who was the least important.

After all, although they are all great monks, the last one is a great monk from Laojun Temple. How can he be on par with the two great monks from Shangxuanmen?

Zhou Qing thought about it, with a gentle smile on his face, and greeted Guo Fubo, the great monk of Laojun Temple, before going forward and sitting on the remaining cloud couch. As soon as he sat down, his Nascent Soul Dharma Body emerged from his body, and he had a majestic aura, competing with the two great monks of Shangxuan Sect who were not far away, and there was no difference between them.

Tang Lingmin glanced at Zhou Qing, her face cold and calm. She looked outside and said, "It's almost time. The ceremony should begin."

Zhou Qing ignored the other party's scrutiny, still smiling gently, and said, "In that case, Fairy Tang, you should ring the Mingfei Bell. I think the little guys on the mountain are getting impatient."

"brat."

Hearing these three words, Tang Lingmin looked at Zhou Qing expressionlessly again. She signaled to the great monk from Taibai Sword Sect, paused for a moment, then raised her hand and shot out a beam of light, which, like a meteor, hit the ancient bronze bell hanging dozens of feet high outside the hall.

The next moment, a melodious bell sounded from the top of Jingchen Mountain. The sound was solemn and simple, exciting and clear. Wherever it went, it attracted the energy and formed a sound wheel, which was red on the outside and purple on the inside, carrying a kind of transcendent power, sweeping everything from top to bottom.

For a moment, everyone on Jingchen Mountain heard the bell and felt a solemn feeling in their hearts.

When the bell rang, it meant that the three-month Jingchen Dharma Assembly officially began!
"here we go."

Hearing the bell ringing, it seemed as if it was right next to his ears, and every sound was pleasant to the ear. As soon as he heard it, he felt a kind of joy like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. Zhang Yi opened his eyes, and colorful light flashed in his pupils, dazzling.

This is the most critical step in the practice of Taoism. Whether you are a dragon or a snake depends on this.

With a gloomy face, the genius of the Yunhuai Zhang family went out and came to the central hall of their family’s residence in Jingchen Mountain.

Zhang Wenyue was standing on a high platform, with a rainbow light descending behind him. Tiny and fragmented rays of light flickered in it, making him appear shrouded in a layer of brilliance. He saw his nephew coming and waved for him to come over.

Zhang Yi came closer and bowed, saying, "Uncle."

"Have you thought about it?" Zhang Wenyue said, "Choose the sect's talisman."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a row of talismans appeared in the air, arranged neatly. Each one represented a sect and emitted a halo of light.

Among them, there is no doubt that the halos emitted by the three talismans are obviously much larger than the others, which represents the majesty of Shangxuanmen.

Zhang Yi's eyes slowly swept over. At the Jingchen Dharma Assembly, all young people who were eligible to participate could choose a sect they wanted to join, take the sect's talisman, and carry it with them. Then, instructions would appear on the sect's talisman for the holder to complete.

As for what instructions will appear, how to judge the completion of the instructions, and whether they have passed, everything is in the hands of the sect leader on Jingchen Mountain.

Based on the experience of previous ceremonies, it is not easy for each sect to pass the test, and the difficulty of Shang Xuanmen is higher than that of Zhong Xuanmen.

Zhang Wenyue waited for a while. The clouds on the top of the door turned, and a bright color emerged, illuminating the surroundings. He looked at his outstanding nephews and nieces below and said, "You only have one chance. Think it over before you choose."

According to the rules of the Jingchen Dharma Assembly, even if you fail in the first selection, you can still make the second and third selections, and even as long as the Dharma Assembly is not over, you can keep selecting. It seems that there are many opportunities, but considering that the Dharma Assembly lasts for three months, most monks only have one chance.

Because every sect’s selection and assessment would rather have no one than have someone who is not qualified. If one fails, it would waste a lot of time and energy, and the ceremony would be almost over.

At the moment that concerned his future destiny, Zhang Yi did not seem to have any fluctuations in his heart. He took a step forward, waved his hand, and a talisman fell into his hand. A warm feeling instantly ran through his whole body.

The two characters "Zhen Yi" on the talisman looked like they were carved by a sword, and a bright light shone on his body.

Seeing that his nephew chose Zhenyi Sect, Zhang Wenyue didn't say much, but just patted him on the shoulder.

Families have their own difficulties, and individuals have their own choices.

The success or failure depends on the outcome.

(End of this chapter)