The Crown Scarf Conference is not without barriers. You must first submit an application half a month in advance, state which society or temple your ancestral birthplace came from, state the reasons for practicing Taoism, and which Taoist lineage you want to worship. After passing the review, you can apply again. I will inform you when you will go up the mountain to receive the crowning ceremony test.
After Zhan Changfeng got the Si Xun Mansion token, the person in charge directly informed her of the time for the crown ceremony trial, eliminating the need to apply.
The crowning ceremony trial was seven days before the crowning ceremony. Early that morning, Zhan Changfeng came to the north peak of Qiankun Mountain and looked at the nine-story tower-shaped Chaotian Temple on the top of the mountain.
Chaotian Temple is a place where incense is at its peak. The precious light is hidden in the steaming clouds and misty clouds. It is said that the venerable person once appeared.
On this day, there was no one on the mountain road that was usually crowded with people. Only a dozen Xiantian monks attending the Crown Scarf Conference stood beside the first stone staircase, either silently or talking and laughing.
Zhan Chang's demeanor is in line with the rhythm of nature, ordinary and unattractive, standing alone, waiting for the trial to begin.
After that, twenty more monks came one after another, including martial arts practitioners and law practitioners. There was also a demon cultivator dragging an old donkey, which attracted all the monks to look at her several times.
Demon cultivation and demon clan are two different concepts. Demon cultivation is also a type of Taoism. Demon cultivation is more difficult than human cultivation. They must first restrain their demon nature and understand the meaning of the scriptures of heaven and earth.
However, at first glance, this demonic cultivator is full of human flavor. He has a bun, bare feet, trouser legs rolled up high, and there are mud spots on his smooth legs. His smile is not hazy, and he is a bit naughty, just like the kind of person who doesn't wear a mask all day long. Fang Jie Wa is a figure that gives all kinds of elders a headache.
"Old man, if you continue to be slow, I will kick your ass."
When we were still about thirty or forty meters away from the stone staircase, the old donkey stopped moving. It swung its tail and ate grass on the roadside. No matter how hard the demon cultivator pulled it, it couldn't move it.
Some of the monks saw this and sneered. This was the first time they saw such a demonic cultivator.
"Did you hear that? She called a donkey "old man". It seems that she is also a donkey spirit." Xie Bai shook his head and looked at her and laughed with the monks who came with him.
"Horses and donkeys are also related."
They are all young in appearance and dressed in gorgeous clothes. The young master looks like a martial artist from his family, and his words are quite wanton.
We were all monks, so even if we were seven or eight hundred meters away, we could clearly hear what they were saying. However, the demon cultivator didn't look angry, he just smiled, and then he was worried about how to persuade the old donkey to move.
Xie Bai... and the others became even bolder, "They are really donkeys."
"Sure enough, everything in this world can become a spirit, and the beasts we eat can also cultivate like us."
"The donkey tastes delicious, especially the shank meat. It's most enjoyable when marinated and eaten with wine."
"Eating donkey lung and donkey liver can make you live 200 years. My old man eats it every day."
Some monks couldn't stand listening anymore, and because of their status, they couldn't stand up, so they could only turn their faces away.
The only big man with two axes on his waist stood up and said politely, "Guys, be careful, this is at the foot of Qiankun Mountain, and we are here to participate in the crowning ceremony. Don't lose the face of the cultivators."
Xie Baixiao said with a smile, "Where are you from? What should we be careful about? Is it bothering you if you guys get together to discuss eating?"
"Just go, go, don't join in the fun."
"Seeing as you are a very energetic person, could it be that you have taken a fancy to his face? Oh, why are you blushing? Are you really being poked into your mind?"
The big man was so angry that he wanted to chop off these colorful mouths with an axe, but luckily he was grabbed by the monk next to him, so he didn't cause any trouble.
One person advised, "If they want to say it, let them say it. The people involved will ignore them. Why are you rushing to do it?"
"Bah, if this kind of guy can get out, he will be killed sooner or later."
"Stop talking about it. They are all people who rely on their families. The boy named Xie also has an uncle who works at Zangyun Palace."
The big man's face changed slightly and he spat, but he didn't pay any more attention.
Zhan Changfeng noticed that there were several spiritual consciousnesses paying attention to this side, and guessed that the trial had already begun, so he continued to close his eyes and rest.
After a while, the old donkey ate grass all the way and finally reached the stone staircase. The demon cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.
The big man next to her felt uncomfortable. He was laughed at for her by the young master and became angry, but she didn't even look at him!
Ask, "Hey, little girl, they just said this to you, I stood up for you, why didn't you react at all?"
The demon cultivator pulled the old donkey's tail to prevent it from eating grass. He took a moment to look at the big man and said, "To be honest, you and I are strangers. You helped me because you were kind-hearted. It was your duty not to help, but you insist on asking me to thank you." You are wrong."
"I didn't ask you to help, and your help had no actual effect. Instead, it gave them another point to laugh at."
Xie Bai... heard it and laughed, "I like what you said and your appetite for this young master. Hahaha, that brave man, since people don't accept your favor, how can you come forward to ask for praise!"
The big man was extremely ashamed and angry, and quickly walked away from her, "He is indeed a demon cultivator, very selfish and cold-hearted."
The demon cultivator smiled heartlessly, only looking at her old donkey, "You have eaten even a piece of grass, and you don't have to worry about a stomachache."
Xie Baixi gloated, "You earth demon cultivator who has no vision, those are wind and grass, specially planted here to prevent wind and dust. Be careful that the guards will come to settle accounts with you."
The demon cultivator let go of his hand holding the donkey's tail and hurriedly took a few steps away, feeling innocent and said, "I just happened to be on the same road with it, and I'm not familiar with it at all."
The old donkey probably understood, and kicked her half a meter away. The demon cultivator patted the ground and stood up. He stepped forward with a smile and apologized. Everyone was amazed. Even Xie Bai and the others stopped joking. .
At this time, there were horseshoes. Looking around, they saw six horses pulling a chariot. The knowledgeable monks all took a breath, because the horse was a cloud-riding horse with the blood of monsters, and the driver was A master of foundation building, the entire carriage behind him is made of fine yew nanmu, with a canopy woven with feathers on top!
Looking at the emblem on the car, it turned out to be the uncle of one of the seven aristocratic families!
The carriage made a beautiful tail swing and stopped in front of the stone stairs, forcing several nearby monks to step back for fear of being run over.
"Master Yang, Qiankun Mountain has arrived." The foundation-building monk who was driving the carriage greeted him respectfully.
An eleven or twelve-year-old boy came out of the carriage with a cold face and deep eyes, unlike an ordinary person.
"Such a young innate monk deserves to be from a noble family."
"It's the one newly found by my uncle's family, right?"
The Foundation Establishment monk who was driving the carriage glanced at the speaker, and the atmosphere became silent.
Zhan Changfeng felt that this young man looked familiar. He was the uncle's child who was almost kidnapped by the river thieves when they took a boat.
I heard that this boy was originally a branch of Taishu's family. Later, during the admissions process of the Sixth Hospital, he was found to have some terrible physical condition and was taken back by Taishu's family.
When I saw him, he was still childish and naive, but now he seemed like a completely different person, extremely mature. No wonder she didn't recognize him at first sight.
This crown scarf conference is getting more and more interesting.
Taishu Yang stood aside with a sullen face, his eyes passed over the faces of the monks, and he focused on the demon cultivator and the old donkey. When he looked back, he stopped at Zhan Changfeng for a while, closed his eyes and pinched the palm of his hand. , silently.
