Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 274 Entry
After everyone had finished their meal, a young monk with an honest appearance walked in about 27 or [-] years old.

He cupped his hands to everyone, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Wei Yi, and I am a disciple of the Lingdao Academy. The head of the academy sent me to bring you into the sect."

The teenagers got up one after another, stepped forward to salute: "I have met Senior Brother Wei."

Senior Brother Wei glanced over everyone's faces, nodded and said, "45 people are all here, follow me to the Spiritual Dao Academy."

There are seven peaks in Hanchi County, and the Wendao Peak where Lingdao Academy is located stands in the middle, protected by other peaks.

Wendao Peak is only more than 300 feet high, but under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the ancient trees are towering, the pavilions are like covers, and exotic flowers and herbs exuding attractive fragrance can be seen everywhere.

The teenagers followed Senior Brother Wei to the foot of the mountain and walked up the stone steps. At the beginning, they were divided into two groups, the local teenagers and the teenagers from the mortal world walked on each side.

But the mountain road was winding, and over time, the two sides gradually got mixed together.After tentatively chatting a few words, and found that they could actually chat, they quickly warmed up.

The most popular one is Lin Chaoran. He is the one with the highest spiritual root rank among his disciples. Before he arrived in Xuanyuan Continent, his name has already been spread among local teenagers. birth.

Zhao Lin deliberately walked last, listening to the conversations of the teenagers silently, and collecting some useful information.

In less than half an hour, walking halfway up the mountain, a piece of buildings and pavilions built against the mountain appeared in front of everyone.

There are three large characters written on the top of the door of the front hall: Lingdao Academy.

Wei Yi said with a smile: "This is the Lingdao Academy, and the words on it were mentioned by the head of the Academy himself."

The teenagers shouted, "Good word!"

"penetrating!"

"It has the shape of a dragon and a tiger."

Zhao Lin wanted to laugh when he heard that, so the words written by the Foundation Establishment cultivators must be good?
Although his calligraphy skills are limited, after he became the Duke of Zhen, he has seen many famous copybooks, so he has a good eye.

These three characters are written... not to mention the shape of a dragon and a tiger, but the shape of a reptile is quite impressive.

The Lingdao Academy was very quiet, occasionally a few monks walked between the halls.

"This is the Chuan Gong Hall, where the practice is taught..."

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

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

Brother Wei led the crowd to watch while walking, and at the same time explained the purpose of each building, as well as the practice after getting started.

There are more than [-] monks in Lingdao Academy, more than half of them are disciples.There are three foundation-building monks: Zhou Hongfang, the head of the academy, Nie Kui, the elder of the Taoist governor, and Wu Chuanqi, the elder of the Chuangong.

Senior brother Wei mentioned by the way that the master of Chuangong, Wu Chuanfei, is the uncle Wu who brought the young people from the small world to Xuanyuan Continent.

In addition to the three foundation-building monks, there are also many deacons, stewards, and disciples who pass on the merits.

"Sure enough, they are of the same origin."

Zhao Lin understood in his heart that the Xiuxian sect was almost the same as the martial arts sect in the mortal world in terms of organizational structure.

Brother Wei went on to introduce that the disciples will practice in the Lingdao Academy for three years after they get started, and it can be extended to five years under special circumstances.

During this period, disciples only need to concentrate on practicing the sect's exercises and spells, without having to undertake any chores. After one year of study, they can also choose one or two Taoism arts for further study.

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

Senior Brother Wei has an easy-going personality. During the explanation process, young people kept asking questions. He didn't show any look of impatience, but answered every question.

When a young man asked which Taoist art to choose would have a bright future, Senior Brother Wei said with a smile: "Cultivation of all arts, as long as you practice well, any one of them will have a bright future."

"Personal advice, first look at what you like, and second, whether you are good at it. You just entered the sect, so don't rush to make a decision, you still have a year to think about it slowly."

Zhao Lin heard that there were hundreds of arts of cultivation, and asked, "There are really so many arts of cultivation?"

Senior Brother Wei laughed and said, "Not only are there, but if you calculate carefully, there are probably more than a hundred kinds."

"In addition to the four most practiced Taoist arts: alchemy, weapon refining, formations, and talismans, there are also spiritual plants, animal husbandry, insect control, puppets, brewing, spiritual tea, and vestments."

"Manoeuvring, divination, medicine, pulse detection, tracking, poison making, treasure appraising, spiritual meal master..."

Senior Brother Wei talked about dozens of Daoist arts in one breath, as if declaring the name of a dish. Seeing the astonishment on everyone's faces, he stopped, "Let's put it this way, most of the professions that exist in the mortal world also exist in the realm of comprehension."

"It's just that some things don't need monks to take action, so they are left to mortals and people with spiritual roots."

After wandering around the Lingdao Temple for more than half an hour, Senior Brother Wei led everyone to the last hall to meet the three foundation-building monks of the Taoist Temple.

"Meet the head of the academy, the elder Taoist, the elder Chuangong."

Under the guidance of Senior Brother Wei, the disciples bowed and saluted.

Zhao Lin looked up, and his eyelids twitched a few times. The director Zhou Hongfang and the Taoist elder Nie Kui were the two old men who had played chess 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 nodded with a smile, and said kindly: "Very well, from now on, you will be disciples of Cheng Huazong."

"Whether you were born in the Xuanyuan Continent or from a small world, I hope you can support each other and be of the same family."

He paused, looked at the boy standing on the left, and asked, "What's your name, how old are you this year? Where are you from?"

The young man was a little nervous, and he stumbled and said, "Disciple Liu...Liu Zhizhen, 16 years old, from Hanchi Realm."

Zhou Hongfang clapped his palms lightly when he heard the words, and praised: "Liu Zhizhen, that's a good name! Only Jindan cultivators can be called real people, true to true, cultivated to the Jindan realm!"

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

Zhou Hongfang nodded with a smile, and continued to ask questions one by one in a soft voice, chatting a few words with each boy, which made people feel as if they were in the spring breeze.

When it was Zhao Lin's turn, he intentionally didn't ask his age, but praised: "What a heroic young man, he is gifted in martial arts, he is really extraordinary!"

Zhao Lin hurriedly said modestly: "The head of the academy is absurdly praised, and the disciples dare not be."

Zhou Hongfang waved his hand and said seriously: "You don't need to be humble, I might as well tell you that this old man was also from the Da Yue Dynasty. I have practiced boxing and kicking in the martial arts gym for several years when I was young, and I know how difficult the journey of martial arts is!"

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

Zhao Lin replied: "Disciple understands."

After everyone's introduction, Zhou Hongfang's expression changed, and he said, "I am Chenghuazong, and I abide by the law and rituals, and there are ceremonies for joining the sect. You follow me."

After speaking, he got off his seat and led his disciples through the main hall to a courtyard.

But seeing the vast courtyard, small bridges and flowing water, rockery verandahs, flowers and trees have been carefully trimmed and arranged like a garden.

There is an ancestral hall deep in the courtyard, and the plaque reads: Chihancheng Huazong Gongde Temple.

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

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

Zhou Hongfang turned around and said slowly: "It has been 5 years since I was founded as Huazong, and I have been standing in the forest of sects in Xuanyuan Continent. What is the reason?"

"It is precisely because of the Taoism created by the ancestors and sages of the past dynasties, the Taoist arts that participated in the research, and the military exploits made."

"The ancestors and sages we enshrine are all people who have made great contributions to the sect. As younger generations, we must not forget our ancestors."

"It is because of their efforts that today's Cheng Huazong and the Nine Small Worlds exist!"

There was an unnamed tablet in the center of the altar. Zhou Hongfang looked solemn and his eyes were slightly red, "There are very few people who can leave their names in the ancestral hall, and there are countless meritorious seniors that we must not forget!"

"Their names are not known, and their deeds live forever!"

"Thousands of years ago, I, Cheng Huazong, was seriously injured. Now I am gradually recovering. It is time for us to work hard. I hope that everyone can be like the sages of the past..."

Hearing the words, the teenagers present could not help but feel agitated, with respect in their eyes.

Zhao Lin suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Why does our civilization always have a strong sense of family and country, and always respect our ancestors?
He couldn't understand this question before.

No matter in the previous life or in the future world, people always attach great importance to sacrifices.

The royal family builds ancestral temples, the folks build ancestral halls, maintain ancestral tombs, and abide by ancestral precepts...

Do ancestors really have souls and know what their descendants do?

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 the ancestors have souls or not, what matters is that we remember and commemorate them, inherit their behest, and move forward in their footsteps.

Only in this way, we have roots!The nation has roots!
Some civilizations solve this problem through religious means, relying on the so-called omniscient and omnipotent "gods".

In our civilization, we believe in our ancestors, but we actually believe in ourselves!Believe that man will conquer nature!
The towering trees must have their roots; the waters of Huaishan must have their sources.No matter when and where we are, it is our spiritual root to be cautious about the end and pursue the distant future and respect our ancestors!

Only in this way can our family, clan, and country be closely linked together and passed on from generation to generation!

"Come here, straighten your clothes, wash your hands, and write your name."

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

Zhao Lin also went up, washed his hands in the clean basin, straightened his robes, picked up a pen and wrote: Zhao Lin.

In this way, it is officially registered.

(End of this chapter)