At around midnight the next day, the sky had not yet brightened, but the whole Changbaifeng was already noisy.
It's not the hustle and bustle of a wet market, but the popular Xinxinran.
When you open the door, you can see the "auspicious clouds" floating high in the sky on the main peak. They are colorful and especially beautiful in the sky that is not yet bright.
"Chang Baifeng is also willing to give up. This kind of Jiyun is good-looking, but the cost is astonishing. Driving a Jiyun of this size in one day may consume hundreds of middle-grade spiritual stones, but it also looks really grand. That’s it.”
Shen Hao stood at the door and looked up. Nie Yun came out behind him and revealed the auspicious cloud in the sky in one breath.
Shen Hao nodded. He didn't dare to think about consuming hundreds of middle-grade spiritual stones in one day. However, his views were slightly different from Nie Yun. Given the sect's momentum, he still felt that this fee must be spent. It's about face. Many people only watch what is served. If you don't keep your face straight, the outside world may look at you as if you were in the mud.
You can go to Chang Baifeng's canteen to have breakfast, or you can do it yourself. Shen Hao and Nie Yun did not go to the canteen to join in the fun. They took out the meat patties they had bought in Fengri City from their respective storage bags and simply drank them with hot water.
In fact, after one day, Shen Hao's curiosity about the sect has been reduced by most, and he discovered that there is actually nothing mysterious here, it's just that the more monks there are, the stronger they are. At least that's the case with the first image. By the way, there are indeed very few fireworks in the sect. "Survival" is not the primary theme here, but "cultivation" is.
In the secular world, "survival" has always been the first priority.
"Let's go. If you go up early, you can grab a good seat to watch the ceremony."
Shen Hao didn't understand, so he could only follow Nie Yun out the door and go up to the main peak. There was an endless stream of monks along the way. In addition to Chang Baifeng's disciples, there were also many visitors. Shen Hao was a little dazzled to distinguish the outfits or emblems of these people. As Nie Yun said before, Chang Baifeng's centenary celebration was a bit confusing. Face is still appreciated by many people in the Jingxi area, and basically all the sects whose names you can name have sent people to come.
Compared with yesterday when he went up the mountain, Shen Hao found that there were obviously many more eyes falling on him along the way. These glances had different meanings, some were obvious disdain, some seemed to be curious about him, and some were kind. No matter what, Shen Hao no longer had the same treatment of being ignored by everyone when he went up the mountain yesterday.
Many people came up to chat, thinking that they were all acquaintances of Nie Yun, but they would change the subject of conversation to Shen Hao after only a few words.
"What's your last name, this little brother?"
"How long has it been since you started?"
"Such a good young man is still just a registered disciple in your Guishan Monastery? That's quite strict!"
"Little brother, you haven't become a disciple of [Begonia Bookstore] yet, right?"
Although none of these people said anything explicitly, the foreshadowing in their words was barely concealed, and the expression on Nie Yun's face gradually turned cold. Although Shen Hao's identity was established by him, he was not really a registered disciple of Guishan Monastery? But others didn't know that this was a false identity? Why did you say this so blatantly in front of him?
"You are not caring about your face, right?"
"Ouch? Deacon Nie, what are you talking about? I'm just curious, just asking? Don't mind, I'll leave now? See you later!"
There are no people who dare to betray themselves in public? But a "see you later" shows that these people are not giving up.
However, Shen Hao, who had been silent until now, saw clearly and found it funny.
"Did you see that? I said there will be many people poaching you, right? Do you have any ideas of your own?"
"what idea?"
"Join the sect. Although your talent was good before, you were past your prime, so the sect wouldn't care about people like you. But now you have an epiphany? Your potential has been tapped even though your talent remains unchanged. A lot of it comes out? This is obvious, as long as you don't slack off and don't die young, then at least you will be a monk in the Yuan Dan realm, which is already eye-catching to second- and third-rate sects."
Shen Hao asked: "What about Guishan Monastery?"
Nie Yun smiled slightly: "It's hard to say. I think you can do it, but it's up to the master to get started. And I don't think you will enter the mountain gate to cultivate."
"Why do you say that?"
"The poverty on the mountain is nothing compared to the splendor of the world? Didn't you say that you just like to wallow in the world of mortals? What? Have you changed your mind?"
"Tsk tsk? Then I can't hang my name in the sect and hang out in the secular world?"
"That's a good idea. But have you ever seen any sect disciples serving in your Xuanqing Guard? Or have you heard of sect disciples in local government offices or the military?"
Shen Hao was stunned when he heard this, and then he immediately reacted: "Senior brother Nie, you mean that the sect and the dynasty system are two separate lines?"
"Of course, the system of Jing Jiu Dynasty and the disciples of the sect do not interfere with each other? It's okay to move around and make friends with each other, but it is not possible to hold two identities in your hands. I hope you can understand the moral inside."
It's nothing more than the sect and the Jingjiu Dynasty being wary of each other. Both sides are worried about being pushed in by the other side? So it has become this unwritten boundary.
Shen Hao really had never thought about this before.
Nie Yun said again: "But if you are willing to resign? If you join the sect again, then it will be no problem. What do you think? Do you want to try a life of pure cultivation?"
Qingxiu? Shen Hao shook his head quickly. He was just a layman, and the days of pure cultivation were not suitable for him.
The two of them went up to the main peak while talking.
The top of the peak is a huge flat land, which was leveled by manpower. At least thousands of people can stand on it without it being too crowded.
There is a high platform on the ground, and there is a life-size stone statue on the platform. It is a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe in a long gown. He is holding a book behind his back in one hand and stroking his beard with the other hand. He lowers his head slightly and has a soft face. But the eyes are carved extremely sharply, as if the statue is staring at you.
"That is the founder of Chang Baifeng, Lin Zhengfeng. It is said that he was one of the most powerful swordsmen at that time. It is a pity that he finally fell in front of the gate of creation."
Shen Hao had heard about Lin Zhengfeng, but only a few words, all of which came from the introduction of the documents in the Xuanqingwei Library. He knew that he was a very powerful person, but he had been dead for nearly three thousand years.
There is a large open space under the high platform that is fenced off. On both sides of the open space are temporarily arranged stepped upward viewing platforms.
"That's where disciples of Chang Baifeng will be standing. We guests who are watching the ceremony will be divided into two sides. Look, that's our place over there. Let's go and take a seat in the front row to watch the fun."
Nie Yun quickened his pace, walked out more and more, and found two seats in the first row on the left.
"Senior brother, what are you watching?"
"Let's compete. The centenary celebration is not only a time to honor our ancestors, but also a time to show our strength to the outside world. Isn't a competition the most straightforward?"
