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Keming Island.

The island where the Southeast Sea Taoist Palace headquarters is located, it is rumored that the Dragon King once attained enlightenment here for a hundred years. After thousands of years of peaceful development, the city of Keming on the east coast of the island is comparable in size to Shangjing City in Zhongzhou.

This city is famous for its trade and is one of the important transit points for maritime goods in the secular world. If the goods are not transferred here, Linshui Prefecture will charge a large toll. At the same time, it is also the largest place for selling stolen goods in the entire Zhongzhou continent, thus driving the prosperous business around the island.

In the central area of ​​Keming City, there is a large hall with red bricks and golden tiles. It was originally the place where the fourth and fifth seats of the Taoist Canon Hall held election meetings. After the establishment of the Taoist Palace, it was naturally under the management of the Taoist Palace. There is a blank plaque hanging in the hall because when the palace was first built, several parties argued over the name for several months and finally just hung a blank plaque.

The main hall is usually empty unless it is hosting a large gathering of the Taoist Palace. But today, the door under the blank plaque in the main hall is open, and all the prominent cultivators of Linshui Prefecture have gathered together. Only cultivators of at least the second realm are qualified to enter the main hall, and foundation-building cultivators can only serve tea and water.

Two days ago, when it was already evening, all registered cultivators above the second realm in Linshui Prefecture received an invitation letter, which roughly stated that several second-level masters from the Taoist Palace were coming to Linshui Prefecture and that they were required to go to Keming Island to pay homage.

All the monks who received the invitation letter rushed to Keming Island as quickly as possible. After all, they had witnessed two fights between monks of the Four Realms in the past month, and they were in awe of the power of the Four Realms from the bottom of their hearts.

As soon as it got light this morning, the square outside the main hall was filled with monks, but the strange thing was that even with so many people gathered together, the atmosphere was unusually quiet, and not even one person was talking.

Three quarters of a hour.

The door of the hall was opened at the push of two of the five members of the Taoist Palace. Yun Que, the second prince of Linshui Prefecture who had rushed back from the north of Zhongzhou, led a group of his younger brothers and monks of Linshui Prefecture into the hall in an orderly manner.

The interior of the hall is spacious and magnificent, giving people a feeling of solemnity and majesty. In front of it, there is a temporary platform built with sandalwood, on which there are five cloud beds arranged in order.

As the sound of footsteps echoed, the hall was unknowingly filled with people, but still no one spoke.

Just as the hour of Chen was about to pass, the Ninth Prince Jiang Cun tugged at the clothes of the Second Prince Yun Que who was standing in front of him on the left, and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, what is Third Brother going to do?"

His voice was small but clearly audible.

"Banned!"

Yun Que scolded softly.

Jiang Cun couldn't help but let out a breath. The others seemed not to have heard his question just now. They all waited quietly with their eyelids lowered in respect.

Not only was he confused, Wang Ping, Rong Yang, Cang Ji and Kai Yun also didn't know what Ao Bing was going to do. After Ao Bing accepted the conditions proposed by Wang Ping a few days ago, Wang Ping wanted to leave, but Ao Bing invited them to have tea and discuss Taoism as the host, and Monk Kai Yun agreed immediately.

They chatted until the evening, when Ao Bing brought up the idea that since they were present in Linshui Prefecture, all disciples of Linshui Prefecture should come to pay homage to them. This was actually a hard and fast rule recorded in the Taoist Palace regulations, but the second-in-commands themselves did not take it seriously because they found it troublesome, and the cultivators below would not have the opportunity to come even if they wanted to.

However, when Ao Bing formally proposed it, they had no reason to refuse. After all, they had revealed their true forms in front of the disciples of Linshui Mansion.

After the hour of Chen.

Hundreds of monks in the hall only felt a colorful light flash before their eyes, and then they felt a series of pressure coming from the cloud bed on the high platform.

"I greet all the masters of the palace!"

Yun Que sang loudly while extending his hands and clasping his fists in a bow.

When the others heard this, they followed suit, clasped their fists and bowed, and shouted, "I greet all the masters!"

These eight words are very meaningful, because among the five people they met, Ao Bing had been stripped of the title of Lord of the Mansion. Originally, this title was to be given to Ao Hong, but unfortunately an accident happened now.

Lord Rongyang obviously wanted to say something, but Wang Ping immediately sent a message to tell him to stay calm.

This kind of thing is not something they can decide, nor can it be decided by some second- or third-level cultivators just shouting. The ones who can really decide are the True Lords. Since Ao Bing can do this, he must have obtained the approval of the Dragon Lord, otherwise he would be shooting himself in the foot.

Wang Ping could only mourn for Ao Hong in his heart. If he had to blame anyone, he could only blame himself for not handling the matter carefully enough.

"The souls of these people are full of piety at this moment. They are the best believers in the Kingdom of God and can produce the purest light of faith!" Yu Lian's voice sounded in Wang Ping's spiritual sea.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping subconsciously looked at the hundreds of monks in the hall. With the bonus of divine power, he quickly felt the piety emanating from these monks, and the five of them shared the faith provided by these monks in the hall.

The piety of these monks made Wang Ping realize at this moment that in the eyes of these ordinary monks, he was no longer a cultivator, but a legend and myth.

When Wang Ping first started practicing, he also worshipped and believed in the cultivators of great realms, and regarded them as legends and myths. Fortunately, his master, Taoist Yucheng, quickly helped him see the evil thoughts and desires in the nature of the Lord of the Mansion, and helped him break free from his worship. Otherwise, his cultivation of humanity would not have been so easy.

Perhaps in the eyes of most ordinary people and even monks, Wang Ping and others are really as benevolent as the gods in myths. This is a very funny joke that cannot be laughed at.

When the rituals were over, Wang Ping and others used their magic to bless the hundreds of monks in the hall in turn. To put it simply, it was to clear the hidden injuries in their bodies caused by their practice.

After finishing, Lord Rongyang was the first to get up and leave, as if he was afraid that Ao Bing would come up with other tricks, and Wang Ping followed closely behind.

When the two of them flew above the clouds of Shang'an Mansion, Lord Rongyang said, "That bad guy is using us to practice his magic!" The 'bad guy' he was referring to was naturally Ao Bing, "That bald ass Kaiyun actually helped the tyrant to commit atrocities. I really can't guess what he was thinking."

"I guess these two families have completely united together!"

"It's not that easy. The interior of Linshui Prefecture is more complicated than you think. The Dragon King has nine sons in total. Although the other princes who have not been promoted to the fourth realm don't have much say, who dares to ignore them? What's more, there are two people in the fourth realm of humanity. Speaking of this matter..."

Lord Rongyang looked at Wang Ping and said, "Your move of letting Ao Bing choose who to go to the border is a good one. Perhaps Linshui Prefecture will be in chaos because of this, which is good for us. I just didn't expect Ao Bing to agree so easily. I'm afraid he already has some ideas. Alas, it's useless to think too much. We should first firmly grasp the Zhongzhou Continent in our hands to prevent others from disturbing the spirituality."

After he finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, "At the second meeting in a while, I hope fellow Daoist can say more on behalf of our Zhenyang Sect." After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and went north, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ping didn't pay attention to leaving Rongyang Mansion. He turned his head to look at the southeastern sea and said to Yu Lian, "Why do they always hold on to this piece of land?"

Yu Lian climbed onto Wang Ping's shoulders, tilted her head, thought for a while, and said, "Perhaps for them, that one acre and three mu of land is everything. If they don't hold on to it, their lives will lose their meaning."

Wang Ping nodded slightly, and as the magic formula in his hand flashed, he had already returned to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. He then called Liu Shuang, who was busy in the front hall, and told him that the disciples of Qianmu Temple should listen more to the opinions of Zhenyang Sect when they were preaching in the northwest.

...

One morning two days later, Taoist Wu, led by Liu Shuang, appeared beside the old locust tree.

Wang Ping was stunned when he saw him for the first time, because at this moment Taoist Wu no longer looked sloppy. His half-white hair was neatly tied on his head with a jade crown. He wore a neat blue Taoist robe, and a jade belt around his waist carried a gourd and two identity cards. One identity card was the logo of a disciple of the Diku Sect, and the other was the logo of a member of the Taoist Palace.

"I greet Lord Changqing!"

When Wang Ping looked at him, Wu Laodao immediately clasped his fists and saluted.
Wang Ping first waved his hand to dismiss Liu Shuang, then stood up and personally walked forward to help Wu Laodao up, inviting him, "Senior, please sit here."

Taoist Wu couldn't refuse, so he could only bow and sit down according to Wang Ping's instructions.

"Senior, you were so cool and unrestrained when you came to Qianmu Temple in the past. Why are you so cautious now? Did I do something wrong?"

"How dare I? It's just that the times are different now!"

"Senior, being so cautious is not good for your cultivation. Don't you want to make further progress?"

When Wu Laodao heard this, his eyes lit up a little, but then he shook his head and said, "I have wasted seven or eight hundred years, and now I have just barely touched the edge of the second level of perfection. How can I go further?"

He said this with a breath short, as if he had no hope for the future. But in his breath there was a little hope, and his hope naturally came from Wang Ping.

"My Qianmu Temple has a pill that can extend the lifespan of a second-level cultivator by 300 to 500 years." Wang Ping's eyes dimmed as he spoke of this. He pushed the teacup to Old Taoist Wu and whispered, "Originally, this pill was made for my master to take, but he took too many longevity pills in his early years, and after taking them, he only lived a few years longer."

Taoist Wu looked at the teacup pushed over. When the tea was poured in, he stood up and saluted. Then he said, "When Qianmu Temple encountered a disaster, Daoist Yucheng had just been promoted to the second realm. He overused the 'Luck Borrowing Talisman' and caused his spiritual veins to dry up. At that time, the spiritual herbs we could obtain were pitifully few. He could only take some low-quality longevity pills to maintain his lifespan. He needed to take one pill every ten years."

"This is equivalent to wasting his vitality in advance. Even if he untied his knot later, he actually didn't have much chance to continue practicing. He was able to continue to live thanks to the elixir made by Fellow Daoist Yuanzheng, but..."

When he said this, he felt Wang Ping's mood change and stopped talking.

Wang Ping held the teacup in silence for more than ten breaths before he regained his spirits. He first reached out to touch the rain lotus leaning on his cheek, then his eyes fell on Wu Laodao and he said directly, "You are my master's friend, my elder, and a member of the Sanhe Mansion gathering. I won't beat around the bush with you..."

"Master Yuanwu gave me a fourth-level position in the Diku Gate and asked me to select a talented person from the Diku Gate and arrange his promotion. I don't want to be involved in too much karma with the Diku Gate, so I thought of you, Senior."

When Taoist Wu heard that Wang Ping had a place in the fourth realm of the Underworld Gate, he could no longer control his emotions, and his spiritual veins almost went berserk. Fortunately, his humanity was strong enough to control his thoughts at the critical moment.

When Wang Ping finished speaking, Wu Laodao also regained his composure and said self-deprecatingly: "The spiritual veins in my body have been overused. I estimate that I can only reach the third realm at most in this life. I really have no chance of reaching the fourth realm. I dare not even think about it."

After he said this, he realized that Wang Ping was not trying to give him the fourth realm quota, but wanted to push him to the third realm and use him to train disciples suitable for promotion to the fourth realm, and also let him bear the cause and effect.

Wang Ping picked up the teacup and asked, "Have you heard about the matter of Lord Liuyun?"

"There is a rumor coming from Haizhou Road that Lord Liuyun suffered a serious injury in outer space and can no longer sustain his life. I just don't know if it's true!"

"It's true. The body of Lord Liuyun is still in outer space, waiting for other cultivators from the Cavern Gate to collect it. His soul is in a dormant state, and he can only rely on the sealing formation to maintain the most basic vitality."

When Taoist Wu got the exact news, there was shock and a hint of fear in his eyes, but when he heard that no one was taking care of Lord Liuyun's body, greed naturally appeared in his eyes.

Then he said, "I don't know..."

"Don't think too much about it. I didn't even bother to mention it at the time."

Wang Ping waited patiently for Wu Laodao's mood to change. After confirming that Wu Laodao's mood had stabilized, he smiled and said, "The loss of Liuyun Mansion Lord in the northwest left a big piece of cake, and the inheritance of the Cavern Gate will definitely be affected. You go to Xishi Road. As long as you can be promoted to the third realm, the inheritance of the Cavern Gate in Xishi Road will fall on you in the future."

Wu Laodao did not bow down upon hearing this, because he had not received any substantial promises. He showed an awkward and tangled expression and said, "Such an opportunity is rare, but my lineage is weak, I am afraid..."

"Go find Liu Shuang and ask him to take you to Tuyuan to find some disciples."

"In that case, thank you for your mercy, Lord!"

Taoist Wu then clasped his fists and bowed. Afterwards, he put away his previous cautiousness, as if he had regained the spirit and energy he had hundreds of years ago, and decisively said goodbye to Wang Ping.

Yu Lian waited for Wu Laodao to leave, and asked in human language: "Can he be promoted to the third level?"

“The chances are low.”

"That…"

"What I want is his heritage, his orthodoxy!"

"Are you even calculating against the old seniors?"

"This is not a calculation. We both get what we need. Qianmuguan will fully support him in his promotion to the third realm."

Two hours after Taoist Wu left, when it was almost time for lunch, Liu Shuang landed beside the locust tree and reported in detail what Taoist Wu had asked for and the disciples he had selected from the Tuyuan.

Wang Ping didn't actually listen carefully, because none of this mattered to him. He was just enjoying the human pleasure of talking to his apprentice.

After Liu Shuang finished his report, Wang Ping asked someone to prepare a meal for him and Liu Shuang to enjoy together.

After lunch, when Liu Shuangyao said goodbye, Wang Ping casually instructed: "After Wu Quan moved away from Nanlin Road, the inheritance of the Nanlin Road Cave Gate has been vacant. If Wen Hai can be promoted to the third level this time, you should find a way to push him to the top!"

"Yes!"

After Liu Shuang left, Yu Lian flew down from the old locust tree and asked, "Is the burden on Shuang'er's shoulders a bit heavy?"

Wang Ping shook his head and said, "She needs these to cultivate her humanity." (End of this chapter)