Zhongzhou, Tianji City.
To the south of the three human states, Changji Mountain traverses the two states of Zhongzhou and Jinzhou. This city is on the north side of the mountain. Under the rule of Zhaoyan Xianzong, it is one of the giant cities in Zhongzhou. It faces the giant city of Hezhao under the jurisdiction of Taiyuan in the north. It is cold and snowless, and there are no four seasons all year round.
There are many disciples of the Immortal Sect in the city, and Zhao Chun and the others only need to make some inquiries to know how to join the sect.
The Zhaoyan Immortal Sect established its sect in a small world, and non-initiated disciples were not allowed to enter.
At the foot of Changji Mountain in Tianji City, there are three thousand outer courtyards. Once a year, people who have never introduced Qi into the body are admitted. After the foundation is built, they are introduced into the small world and become the entry disciples.
Like Zhao Chun and Qi Yunrong, they came from the lower realm and have already reached the realm above the foundation. They need to go to the outer courtyard to control the place and be led by the guru to the small realm.
After receiving this news, the two of them went straight to the outer courtyard.
Along the way, I saw many little Taoist children. They all looked solemn and very smart. They were only twelve or thirteen years old. Most of them were already at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training. That is to say, in the big world, nurtured by abundant spiritual energy, in the small world, you can People who are called geniuses are quite ordinary here.
He was not surprised when he saw the two of them. He thought that there were not many people from the lower world who came to seek Taoism from the Immortal Sect, and Zhao Chun and Qi Yunrong were not surprised either.
Walking into the small hall, the people who greeted them built a foundation for the two young men. They stood on the left and right holding whisks, and asked:
"Are you two here to join the sect?"
"exactly."
The two of them nodded at the same time and said, "Please follow me in."
Zhao Shun and Qi Yunrong entered the inner hall one after another. When they saw many people sitting on the futon, they realized that they were not the only ones who came here to seek Taoism.
Think about it, there are so many Fenxuan people who have ascended to the heavenly realm, and those who have been guided by others. The Immortal Sect's reputation is so great that it will naturally attract many monks to come.
After the two of them entered the hall, there were a total of eighteen monks in the hall, including three who were building foundations, five who were condensing yuan, and a full ten who were Fenxuan. After waiting for a long time, a Taoist priest in green clothes came in and said: "The fifteenth day has passed. Please follow this path and join the sect and be selected."
Zhao Shun and Qi Yunrong looked at each other. It turned out that the people in this palace had been waiting for fifteen days. It was a coincidence that they had arrived.
The person in charge of the outer courtyard was Guihe Zhenren. With just a flick of his sleeves, he attracted everyone and flew away through the air.
Everyone saw him throwing a small order. After it touched the air, it appeared like heavy waves. Then he felt a blunt force and pushed it forward. In an instant, the scenery in front of them changed drastically, and they actually entered a complete small world!
Taiyuan and Zhaoyan, the small realms of the Immortal Sect and Taoist Sects, are independent of the three thousand worlds. They were created by immortals and left in the sect. Luck brings back blessings, and many heavenly and blessed places are born, and talents and heroes are constantly created.
From Hengyun to Zhongxiao, Zhao Shun has already felt that his spiritual energy is dozens of times more abundant. Now that he has entered the Zhaoyan Immortal Sect, he realizes what the world of Xianmen is, and even Zhongxiao cannot compare to it.
If you practice in this small world, why worry about the hopeless future?
The eighteen lower realm monks had never experienced such a blessed land. Although it was not obvious on their faces, the surprise in their eyes was hard to hide.
The Taoist priest in Qingyi then led everyone to the jade palace of Yiqiong Palace and paid homage: "He Xiang, the leader of the outer courtyard, sends those who seek the Tao here. I also ask Senior Wu Jiao to have a look."
When the door opened, I realized that there was only a deep pool of black water in this palace. After a long time, I heard a strong voice saying: "Bring in!"
Above the mirror-like water surface of the deep pool, a wave of water suddenly rose into the sky. A tall man in a dark blue robe, wearing water-wave boots, and a beard on both cheeks stepped out of the water wave. At the end, he yawned. : "Let me see what's coming this time."
He looked down with his big eyes, until he walked in front of everyone, and people were shocked to realize that he was more than ten feet tall, and an adult man was only half as tall as him.
"Tsk, I'm a little thin, and it's not enough for me."
The man in front of him was a Fenxuan after all. Hearing these words, his whole face turned pale, let alone someone like Yuan Ning Yuan Establishment.
The Qingyi Taoist knew this person's temperament, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Wu Jiao, please don't joke around anymore. I'm still waiting to lead you out. There are many affairs in the outer courtyard, so we can't delay you."
Wu Jiao seemed to have a good relationship with him. He shook his head and said, "I blame your master for choosing a troublesome job for you."
After saying that, he turned into a big chair and came out, reclined on it, and said casually: "You guys, use all your strength to hit me."
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Seeing this, the Taoist priest in Qingyi raised his eyebrows and said, "Just the order in which the Tathagata came. You will know it clearly."
Having said this, he saw Yifenxuan standing up, holding his breath and concentrating, taking out the magic weapon in his hand. The soul around his body split the light and became almost solid. Then he knew that Yifenxuan should be perfect and ascended to the sky from the lower world. Come on the road. But when he shouted, he put his two fingers together, and thousands of water blooms shot straight through the witch dragon on the chair!
However, Wu Jiao just held his chin with his hands and raised his eyes slightly, and all the spells dissipated in an instant.
Fen Xuan, the only one left in the field, looked pale, showing that he had used up all his strength.
"I am cultivating the path of weak water. I seek to be extremely soft, but I have gone to the side path of softness and weakness. I am mediocre and not a genius. He Xiang, please send me back."
This person's qualifications were determined with just one word. Wu Jiao's eyesight was really terrifying. He Xiang, the Taoist in Qingyi, led Fenxuan, who seemed to be in a state of despair, to his side and sighed slightly.
The people who come from this lower realm are all geniuses in the small world, and they are praised and praised all the way. Now that Wu Jiao weighs their talents according to the standards of the upper realm, they have become ordinary people, not to mention their talents. The psychological blow was already very severe.
After looking at several people, Wu Jiao's expression never changed. They all looked indifferent and said:
"It's too common. Let's see if any sect in the small town wants you!"
"Do you think you'll accept me, Zhaoyan, just because I'm a human being?"
"What kind of genius is a self-proclaimed genius?"
Words like this really hit these monks to a pulp. Some had dull eyes, while some monks frowned unwillingly. In short, they could not touch the witch dragon and could not enter the Zhaoyan Sect.
Zhao Shun took advantage of the magic dragon's ability to test people and asked He Xiang softly: "May I ask Master He, is this the case for all the disciples of the Xianzong?"
He Xiang's face twitched for a moment, and he replied: "No. When a disciple enters the sect, he must undergo three selections: spiritual root, physical constitution, and understanding. Only those who are the best in the three selections can enter the sect. However, the elder responsible for selecting disciples has left the sect recently. Senior Wu Jiao has taken over this responsibility, so he can draw up the rules on his own."
He seemed to be afraid that the remaining monks would misunderstand, and explained: "Don't look at the senior who likes to make fun of others. His eyesight is the best among all the elders. There is no need for three choices. He can tell at a glance what his talent is. He will definitely not be able to do it." There was a mistake.”
"Senior Wu Jiao is extremely sincere. If he really has talent, he will take the initiative to lead him to the elder, so that the pearl will not be missed."
The monks were all ashamed. The original Tao was so sincere that it almost made the first few Taoists shake their minds. However, after thinking about it carefully, it made sense. If we can't overcome this adversity, what's the way forward? Wu Jiao's move only allowed him to face the bleak reality in advance.
