Maoshan, Xuanxin is authentic.
"As the sect grows, so does the population. Today's visitors to Maoshan will all have a chance."
Looking at the remaining futons carefully and recalling what had happened before, especially the incident at the porridge shed at the foot of the mountain, Yan Chixia had already realized something.
"Please enter the mountain gate if you want incense, and those who have a stick will come forward."
Yan Chixia shouted loudly, and many people suddenly disappeared from the crowd. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the futon.
The young swordsman, Princess Wenzhu, Commander Meng, the old minister of Yan State... plus some people from the Jianghu, there were exactly forty-nine people in total.
Yan Chixia felt relieved when she saw these people appearing. He raised his head and glanced at Su Qing, knowing that he had guessed correctly.
"Hahaha, it's me! There's me, there's me!"
"Why not me? Why..."
"There are still people who are old and decrepit. How can you enter the Immortal Sect at that age?"
"I have broken through the realm, so I should be the one to do it!"
"And me, I also made a breakthrough. They all changed, and that bowl of porridge was all in vain. Why should I enter the immortal sect!...Wait a minute, could it be because of that porridge..."
Those who were selected were ecstatic, while those who were not selected were disappointed. After a brief period of confusion, someone gradually came to their senses.
The forty-nine people now standing in front of the futon were all rewarded quite generously after drinking porridge. Either an extremely important artifact, or a weapon that has been with you for many years.
When everyone's cultivation level changed just now, these people didn't move at all, which was strange for a while. Looking back now, it turns out that the opportunity is now.
What Yan Chixia said next also confirmed these speculations.
"Xianxian asked that there is no age, and the entry level is no longer young. Whether you can enter Xuanxin Zongzong or not is your own choice."
Many people originally felt that they were too impulsive when paying the bill, and they regretted it after leaving. But now it's all a matter of joy, and I'm glad that I was so impulsive at that time.
Those who used to think these people were stupid or even sarcastic looked at the distant fairy shadow in the clouds, and then thought about the porridge seller who was once within reach, and felt regretful.
I was unsure when it was delivered to me, but when I wanted to grasp it, it was already out of reach.
"Please give me a stick of incense and pass on the Xuan Ming Dharma to the three generations of disciples."
Immediately someone kowtowed.
When he raises his hand, a stick of incense appears, and when he prostrates himself, the incense burns out. Burning green smoke transforms into a black and yellow Taoist robe, and the jade plaque on the table floats in the hand.
"Thank you Immortal Lord, thank you Sect Master..."
"The Lord of Penglai is merciful, and my disciples are grateful..."
"Disciples must do their best to serve the Supreme Lord and die for the Sect Master..."
"Thank you, Master..."
Compared with just now, it is not uniform. Some people worship first and others worship later, which is a bit confusing.
But there are a few people who already have the incense in their hands. But he seemed to be worried about something, and he didn't bow for a long time.
"Sir, you should think twice." One of them was the Minister of Rites from Yan State, holding up the incense as if he was thinking about something. The old minister of Liang State was exhorting loudly, looking earnest and sincere.
"We all serve the imperial court, and we are no better than those unruly Jianghu people. Resigning without His Majesty's approval is the same crime as bullying the Emperor. If you join the Jianghu sect at will, your Majesty will know about it..."
"Thank you for reminding me." Yan Guo's old minister's eyes became firm. "Xuanxin Zhengsong is an immortal sect, different from Jianghu sects. Even if I resign first and then report later, Your Majesty will not anger my family."
After saying this, he kowtowed and prostrated. When he got up again, he was still wearing Taoist robes and immortal Taoist bones, holding the jade medal proudly.
"Hey, you are so old, and you are still a disciple of three generations, so you are not ashamed..." The old minister of Liang Kingdom seemed to be very shameless, and turned around after taking a sip. Then he slapped himself hard in the mouth, his face looking like he was crying without tears.
Princess Wenzhu was also holding the incense and thinking.
She is a royal princess, and her life experience is a little more sensitive. Becoming a disciple of Xuanxin Zongzong has more worries than the old minister. The Prince of Qing Kingdom stood in the distance and also kindly advised her.
"Princess, please don't forget that you are from the royal family." Prince Qing said solemnly, "Children of the royal family should not worship others lightly. There is no precedent for the children of the royal family of the Six Kingdoms to join the Jianghu sect."
The fourth prince of Chu State also said: "And as far as I know, the royal family of Wei State has very strict restrictions on their children. Even if you are an emperor, you must first go to the ancestral temple to become a disciple. If the princess wants to worship now, she is afraid that she will be punished by the royal family. Removed."
"Well, thank you, I've thought about it." Princess Wenzhu agreed, "I decided to make a trip for you to save you from worries when you want to become a disciple in the future."
Then he made a face at the two of them, Princess Wenzhu held incense and knelt down.
When I got up again, the noble princess was not there, replaced by a ghostly little Taoist priest.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?" Princess Wenzhu said to the two princes, "You can come too, no problem."
The Crown Prince of Qing and the Fourth Prince of Chu snorted and looked away.
It is not only the people in the court who are worried, but also the young swordsman who has not paid his respects.
"Master, I..." The young swordsman looked at his master.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you go quickly." The wayward senior sister of Young Swordsman stamped her feet anxiously, "It's impossible to miss such a good opportunity a second time. If you didn't want it, you gave it to me. Now you're still there Hesitate, are you trying to make me angry to death..."
"Listen to your senior sister." Zhang Meng knew what his apprentice was worried about and sighed, "You entered the Immortal Sect, and it doesn't count as a change of master. If I were a master with your understanding, I wouldn't be as hesitant as you are."
"Yes." The young swordsman kowtowed to Zhang Meng before holding incense and paying homage to the altar table. The same incense lingered, and in a blink of an eye, he changed his clothes and took the jade token.
Soon, more than 40 people entered the room, and only one person remained.
"Commander Meng?" Prince Qing was surprised, "What are you worried about?"
Among those with imperial background, Commander Meng should be the one most willing to worship Xuan Xin Zhengzong.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard had no real power. To put it bluntly, he was the head of the Emperor's personal bodyguard. It seems that the status is extraordinary, but in fact it just looks glamorous. Moreover, we also learned from previous conversations that Commander Meng had no relatives in the country and was very comfortable without worries. Even if Emperor Qi doesn't want to, he can't do anything to him.
"I can only be loyal to Your Majesty." Commander Meng was obviously moved, but in the end he decided to give up and said to Yan Chixia, "Sect Leader Yan, I..."
Yan Chixia was also a little strange and subconsciously raised her head.
"It doesn't matter." Su Qing sent a message: "Everything has regrets, and one of the fifty disciples must be missing. However, if you miss it, you can't ask for it again. If you kill yourself in this life, there will be no more immortality."
"Yes." Yan Chixia understood and looked at Commander Meng.
To be honest, he respected the commander's choice, but he just felt it was a pity. "It's okay to give up, but if you miss the opportunity, you won't get it again."
"I don't regret it." The incense in Commander Meng's hand did not burn, but turned into powder and disappeared bit by bit.
"Why……"
A group of people looked at the disappearing incense and felt sorry for it. But at the same time, they were also secretly excited, because they all felt that maybe they could get one more spot.
Commander Meng was a little hesitant at first, but after seeing this, he became more at ease.
To say that you don't care at all is impossible. But many things have been deeply rooted in his bones, and he will not regret it if he chooses it again.
Commander Meng Datong saluted Su Qing and Yan Chixia one after another, and silently retreated into the crowd under the strange gazes of a group of people.
"Please enter the mountain gate if you want incense. Those who have two sticks can come forward."
Yan Chixia shouted again, this time there was only one person.
The chief leader of Baisheng Hall, Han Silang.
"Brother Han..." Looking at this person, Yan Chixia felt a little sad.
When he was still a policeman, Han Silang was still the leader of the fourth branch of Yum Sheng Hall and was known for his ruthlessness and violence. However, this man always had a good attitude towards him, and the two gradually became close friends. But now...
"Master, please don't say that, disciples don't dare." Han Silang was frightened. "The disciple is the disciple of the sect master, how can he be treated as an equal? I hope the sect master will not dwell on the past and let the disciple bear the name of bullying the master."
Yan Chixia nodded.
"I was a close friend before, and now I am a master and disciple. You are the second generation disciple of Xuan Xin Zhengzong. You can teach me personally and practice Xuan Ming Zhengfa."
Han Silang burned incense and knelt down, stood up and put on his Taoist robe.
Baisheng Hall lost a chief hall master, and Xuanxin Zhengzong gained a true successor.
A group of Jianghu people looked on with envy.
Being a direct disciple of the sect leader has more advantages than ordinary disciples. There is a big difference between martial arts with a master and without a master. In the immortal way, there is no previous experience, so the role of the master is even more important.
"Two sticks of incense can be personally passed down by the sect leader, but I don't know what will happen with three sticks of incense." Some people couldn't help but sigh.
He does not mean that. Princess Wenzhu, who had happily become a disciple of the third generation, suddenly heard a buzz in her head and suddenly remembered something.
When she was in the porridge shed, she seemed to have three opportunities to burn incense.
"Sect Master..." Princess Wenzhu couldn't help but ask.
"When we were in the porridge shed before, the disciple wanted to give his body as compensation, and the Lord agreed. Later, the disciple went back on his word and gave other things instead. The Lord said that he could have offered three sticks of incense, but after the change, he only had one stick. The disciple wants to know , what would it be like if it were three sticks of incense?"
When everyone heard this, their ears stood up. Han Silang looked at the little girl with surprise on his face and regret in his heart.
I should have thought a long time ago that no matter how important something is, it is not as valuable as my own body. If I had known earlier, I would have used my body to counteract it, and it is impossible to say that I would have really gotten three sticks of incense.
Yan Chixia was also surprised, but she didn't know the answer.
"Three sticks of incense are a generation of disciples." Su Qing said, "Enter Penglai and take the path to immortality. I will teach the Taoist teachings from my seat. Return to Maoshan to recruit disciples and teach to strengthen the foundation of the sect."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and their hearts were beating fast.
The Lord of Penglai didn't speak much, but he could understand everything.
The people present are basically people from the Jianghu community, and they know very well that it is better to let a hundred flowers bloom than to stand alone. Xuanming Zhengfa has endless mysteries, but the development and growth of Xuanxin Zhengfa cannot only rely on this.
With three sticks of incense, you can go to Penglai and take the legendary road to immortality, and have the opportunity to be guided by the Lord of Penglai himself. In the future, he would return to Maoshan to preach and teach, and he would become a true master.
A group of people regretted it there, especially the disciples who had already started.
Of course you need to be content, but no one will be moved when they see something better. Among the annoyed disciples, Princess Wenzhu was blamed.
The circles under his eyes were already red, and he was feeling a little overwhelmed.
Others missed it, but she gave up.
Disciple of the Immortal, a great master. The opportunity that had been given to her had been thrown away by her.
First the eye circles turned red, then tears rolled down his cheeks.
Then, just burst into tears.
The mentality is broken.
…
The princess sought immortality, finally entered the palace, and cried loudly for her grandson's disciple. A passer-by asked, "It is a happy event to enter the house, so why are there tears?" The princess said, duh! Shuzi didn't know anything, and after going through thousands of hardships, he succeeded, and he cried with joy.
"Qingzhou Zhi·Wei Ji"
