At this time, the heavy rain poured down, and Wang San was washed away for a while before he slowly woke up. He found that his hair and beard were gone, a crack appeared on his scalp, and the blood stains had been washed away by the rain.
He stood up unsteadily, not knowing how many thunder tribulations he had experienced. Just as he was looking up at the sky, another bolt of lightning struck, this time hitting the middle of the sandalwood.
With one blow, his chest was immediately burned to pieces of flesh and blood. He rolled on the ground in pain and almost fainted. But at this time, he was very conscious and did not faint from the pain. He could only continue to endure the severe pain.
Wang San couldn't bear it anymore, so he mobilized the Qi Sea True Yuan and circulated it toward his chest. He found that the pain was relieved, so he continued to circulate it. After a while, the bleeding on the chest stopped and the wound gradually closed. So he followed the same method and mobilized his true energy to the top of his head, and the gap on his scalp gradually healed.
Just as he was immersed in this novel feeling, another thunderbolt came down and hit the sea of Qi in Dantian. This time Wang San was hit and fell unconscious again.
I don't know how much time passed, but the master's voice could be heard faintly in Wang San's ears. Wang San woke up slowly and found that it was already night time, the sky was filled with stars, and the dark clouds had already disappeared. The master, in fluttering white clothes, was standing a few feet in front of Wang San, calling to him constantly.
"master……"
Wang San slowly sat up and found that his body was no longer hindered, there was no pain, and his Dantian was smooth. No traces of lightning strikes were seen. But the clothes on his body were nowhere to be found. Then he suddenly realized that it must have been completely destroyed by three thunders.
"Wang San kneels down to thank the Immortal Master for his kindness in reincarnation, and he will definitely repay you with a spring of water in this life and the next!"
Wang San solemnly kowtowed to Immortal Lin Yang three times and bowed nine times, regardless of whether he was wearing clothes or not.
"The fact that you can survive the three thunders is your blessing. In the future, you can take care of Yunjin Temple for me. After all, you and I are both benefited from it. If there are people with good talents, they can also continue my Taoism. "
"You need to work hard every day. In the realm of real people, your lifespan is only one hundred and fifty years. Before the end of your life, you need to find opportunities to advance to the realm of earthly immortals. Otherwise, after a hundred years, you will be just like a pile of loess."
"As a teacher, I will look for opportunities all over the world from now on. I don't know when we will meet."
"You no longer need to accompany me to my tomb."
"Going to become a teacher!"
After Lin Yangxian finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Wang San.
Wang San was already in his mid-seventies at this time, and he burst into tears. He was grateful to his master for reinventing him, but he also lamented that the master and his disciples were together less and separated more often.
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After Wang San entered the realm of real people, he felt as if he was twenty or thirty years younger, and his appearance slowly returned to his forties or fifties. The most amazing thing is that part of his hair turned from white to black. At this time, he looks like a man who has just entered his forties.
Wang San has been a filial piety to the master of Taiyi Temple for three years and traveled around the world, and has never returned. Ever since he met Lin Yangxian, he stayed in Yunjin Mountain for twenty years.
"Hey, there is no sun and moon in Xuanmen. I have been gone for twenty years. I have to go back to the sect to have a look."
Wang San rummaged through the shack and found a pair of old clothes, dressed neatly. I plan to have a good night's sleep and wait until I go back to Taiyi to watch it the next day.
The next day, at dawn, Wang San flew into the sky with his energy, flying towards the northwest. After flying only a few miles, I suddenly remembered that I should go to Yunjin Temple first to get to know their leader. After all, Immortal Lin Yang has entrusted him with an entrustment, and he must take care of Yunjin Temple more in the future.
So it turned in the air and flew towards the southwest.
Three months ago, Wang San went to Yunjin Temple to steal elixirs. When he came back, it only took more than half an hour to travel more than a hundred miles. This was his second time going to Yunjin Temple, so he was quite familiar with the journey. Over eighty miles, dozens of peaks, and just a stick of incense, Wang San arrived at Yunjin Temple. It was twice as fast as last time. The realm of real people is indeed extraordinary.
At this time, the morning sun has not yet risen, but the sky is just bright.
Wang San landed slowly one mile in front of the Yunjin Temple Gate. After tidying up my clothes a little, I slowly climbed up the stairs. When he was still dozens of feet away from the mountain gate, he saw two young Taoists coming up to him. They bowed their hands to him and said, "May I ask your distinguished guest's name and the palace and temple where he is? Allow me to report it to my master."
The two disciples were very unfamiliar with the visitor, having never seen him before. Wearing linen clothes and wearing straw sandals, although he was worn out, his whole body exuded an indescribable aura that made the two of them pay attention, so they spoke very politely.
"Two little Taoist priests, my name is Wang San, and I would like to make an appointment with the head of Guiguan. Please let me know."
Wang San responded by cupping his hands to the two gatekeepers.
"Wang San? Who is it?"
The two of them murmured inwardly, but after all, they were guests and it was inconvenient to question. Since this person said this, he must be an acquaintance of the leader. One person guarded the door, and the other went inside to report.
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The Dharma Transmission Hall is located in front of the Patriarch Hall. At this time, the master is taking the disciples to morning classes.
"Master, Master, there is a middle-aged man in the mountain sect who calls himself Wang San. I haven't said what sect he belongs to, and I can't tell either from the military, the monks or the monks. I want to make an appointment with you."
After a while, the gatekeeper came to the Dharma transmission hall and said to the headmaster who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed.
"Wang San?...Wang San!!"
"Where is this person?"
When the leader first heard about Wang San, he didn't know who he was. After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly remembered that it was the person who broke into the Patriarch's Palace three months ago? Awesome! The thought of that weird Xuan Gong movement makes me feel cold all over my body!
Moreover, in the stone wall behind the clay statue of the Patriarch, what was it that Wang San took away? Why is it never recorded in the Zong Zhi, nor has it been passed down orally from generation to generation.
As soon as the headmaster and the two elders heard that Wang San had arrived, they immediately jumped up from where they were sitting cross-legged, and flew directly towards the mountain gate without changing their robes into regular clothes.
The three of them are also very good at Qinggong. They are among the top masters in Jiangzhou County. The three of them rushed out of the Dharma Transmission Hall, nearly two hundred feet away, and flew past several halls and mountain gates, falling directly beside the disciples who were waiting outside the mountain gate. One foot in front of this disciple was Wang San who was waiting.
"May I ask Donor Wang, before March...?"
After the three heads stood still, the head bowed to Wang San and then asked.
"Exactly down there."
Since Wang San came with the attitude of turning enemies into friends, he naturally kept his posture very low. Before the leader finished speaking, he continued to answer what the leader said.
Even if he didn't answer at this time, the leader would not continue talking. After all, this is a test question. If the whole story is revealed, and the person who comes is not from that day, the secret matter of the sect may be spread.
"Zhang Ran and his two junior brothers are here to pay their respects to Third Master Wang!"
The three heads of the clan heard that the person in front of them was Wang San who entered the Patriarch's Palace that night and stole the sect's treasures. As for what kind of treasure it is, no one can guess.
When Wang San flew away that day, he left a message saying that he was a disciple of Patriarch Lin Yang. Then what is Patriarch Lin Yang's disciple and the master of the three of them? My family, please pay your respects quickly! Therefore, the three of them prostrated themselves, their foreheads touched the ground, and they did not dare to get up! When the disciples guarding the gate saw this posture, they quickly walked behind the master and prostrated themselves.
Wang San was suddenly fooled by the four people in front of him. What was going on?
At first, the three people flew out of Yunjin Temple, thinking that they were coming to accuse them, and they were planning to explain themselves. This is good, they directly regarded themselves as their ancestors, knelt down and worshiped.
This is difficult to handle. As an ancestor, I have not prepared any etiquette. Wang San was stunned.
It was not only Wang San who was trapped, but also the disciples who followed him.
I originally thought that the master and others would have a big fight with the newcomers. Unexpectedly, everyone rushed over, but they saw the master, the two elders, and the gatekeepers with their foreheads on the ground. They knelt down. It didn't look like they were forced, like It's voluntary. What style of painting is this?
The eldest disciple's mind changed and he immediately understood what was going on. In the past, he was also by the master's side and witnessed everything that happened. Then he took the lead and knelt down. The other disciples followed the lead of the senior brother and all knelt down one after another.
There was no way, he couldn't let this embarrassment continue, so Wang San took a few breaths, then stepped forward to help the four leaders in the front row up one by one.
"No need to be polite."
He couldn't help him, so he spoke loudly to the people who were kneeling. All the disciples then stood up one after another.
"Everyone - juniors,"
Wang San paused, not knowing what to say. Let's just call everyone junior. After all, regardless of the sect's seniority or age, it makes sense to call everyone junior. The only exception is that he may be similar in age to the leader.
"I am indeed the disciple of Immortal Lin Yang, the ancestor of Yunjin Temple, who was accepted outside the temple. I came here today to recognize my family, and to apologize for the theft of treasures from the Patriarch's Hall last time."
Wang San didn't know what to say, so he simply said he was here to apologize.
"You can't do it, you can't do it! The ancestor was taking his own things, not stealing, not stealing!"
Wang San's words caused the leader and others to kneel down and worship.
Immediately, Wang San was grandly lined up by all the disciples of the sect and welcomed into the Patriarch Hall of Yunjin Temple.
In the Patriarch's Hall, there was another round of kneeling and worship, followed by various disciples and disciples serving tea and getting to know each other.
After all the fuss, it was almost noon. Wang San has been cultivating Qian for many years and is no longer used to this kind of red tape. After enduring all the rituals, he looked at the leader Zhang Ran. The leader understood and let all the disciples go down, leaving only two junior brothers.
"Head Zhang Ran, you and I are of the same age, so there is no need to call me ancestor. You can call me master or senior brother."
When Wang San saw that his disciples had retreated, he was about to speak and explain his true intention.
"Everyone already knows my lay name. The Taoist tradition is located in Taiyi Temple, one hundred and sixty miles southwest of Jiangzhou County. More than 20 years ago, my master passed away. After observing my filial piety for three years, I traveled around the world. It was a coincidence. , I got to know your ancestor, Immortal Lin Yang. I can’t explain the reason in detail. Immortal Lin Yang accepted me as his disciple and taught me Xuanmen Taoism. I have been practicing for more than twenty years, and fortunately I have lived up to my master’s orders.”
"Three months ago, I came to the Patriarch's Palace to get something. To be honest with you, it was an Immortal Mysterious Pill that Patriarch Lin Yang had saved hundreds of years ago. You don't have to mind that Patriarch Lin Yang had saved it for hundreds of years. , I often go back to Yunjin Temple to check. But for hundreds of years, I have never met a disciple with good foundation who can withstand the power of this elixir. Therefore, Xuandan finally gave me an outsider."
"With the help of this pill, I have advanced to the realm of real people a few days ago. The realm of real people is the first realm of the immortal family."
"Immortal Lin Yang asked me yesterday to take care of Yunjin Temple from now on, so I'm here today."
"You can secretly select the six disciples with the best qualifications, plus three of you. In the future, I will teach you and other Xuanmen Taoist techniques to bring glory to our Yunjin Temple for Immortal Master Lin Yang. If there is another disciple who is in the realm of a real person, , should be worthy of Immortal Master Lin Yang’s trust.”
"I will first go back to Taiyi Temple, where I have been away for more than 20 years. I will be back in three months."
After saying that, Wang San stepped out of the Patriarch's Hall, then twisted and flew into the sky a hundred feet high, heading towards the north. The three leaders also flew out of the palace. When they saw the ancestor's figure, there was only a black spot heading north in the sky.
The three leaders bowed loudly towards the black spot that was quickly moving away in the sky and about to disappear, and kept thanking Ancestor Lin Yang and Ancestor Wang San.
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