There were portraits of the ancestors hanging on the wall of the Temple of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The portrait of the first ancestor fell without any wind. A dozing Taoist boy guarding the hall was so scared that he did not dare to pick up the scroll. He hurriedly reported the situation to the residence of the Taoist master. Zhao Danxia, who was in charge of all Taoist affairs, quickly walked into the Temple of Dragon Tiger Mountain. She was pleasantly surprised, but there was still a trace of worry in her heart. She knelt down in front of the Temple of Dragon Tiger Mountain and carefully picked up the scroll. Bai Yu, an outsider of the residence of the Taoist master, slowly stepped over the threshold. Mr. White Lotus, who thought he was a bookworm, had hurt his eyes from reading, so he walked slower than others. He squatted beside Zhao Danxia and was lost in thought. Zhao Danxia, the head of the Liyang Taoist, asked softly, "It's inevitable that fortune and misfortune depend on each other. But in Mr. White Lotus's opinion, how much fortune and misfortune are there?"
Bai Yu shook his head and said, "The divinations are a mess. But since Attentive Mind was able to invite the first ancestor of Dragon Tiger Mountain, compared to inviting the three modern ancestors a hundred years ago to kill Liu Songtao of the Devil Cult with the Ten Thousand Miles Sky Thunder Nail, Attentive Mind can rest assured. Since he is enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven, he will most likely use great fortune to eliminate misfortune. Bai Yu really can't think of anyone in the world who can suppress the first ancestor. Wang Xianzhi is only a few people who can fight, but on the Spring God Lake, Attentive Mind will undoubtedly win. After this battle, it will be a great thing for Dragon Tiger Mountain. "
Zhao Danxia respectfully hung the portraits of the ancestors in the middle of the wall. After hanging them up, she knelt down and kowtowed. Then she stood up and took a few steps back, looking at the wall that was filled with the portraits of immortals from different dynasties. Even a Zhenren like her felt a little high-spirited. Most of these ancestors who had ascended were the biggest protective talismans of Longhu Mountain. They had stood tall for nearly a thousand years, while the Liyang Dynasty had only been around for two hundred years. If it wasn't for the fact that the number one blessed land of Taoism, the Earth Lung Mountain, produced an evil dragon that was related to the Dragon Tiger Mountain and affected the Dragon Pool Golden Aura Lotus, this place would have almost become a pillar of luck that was on par with the Heavenly Gates. Then, it would be guaranteed that the next 500 years of great fortune would be unimaginable. Zhao Danxia suppressed the haze in her heart and thought of Zhao Ningshen, a direct descendant of the Taoist Master's Mansion, who had blocked Đồng Thái's sword when he came up the mountain to greet the ceremony. Her mood was undoubtedly better. She smiled while twirling her beard, "With such a good seedling like Ningshen, we can invite the ancestor so quickly. It's twenty to thirty years earlier than we expected, so we don't have to worry about the lack of manpower. With Mr. White Lotus's wholehearted support, Mount Longhu will have no worries."
Bai Yu suddenly rubbed his eyes hard and stared at the dozens of portraits on the wall with a horrified expression. Mr. White Lotus's vision was weak, but his mind was sharp. He vaguely sensed that there was a strange phenomenon. Zhao Danxia's cultivation was profound, so she was only a step slower than Bai Yu. She noticed the abnormality of the portraits on the wall, which had never been seen before. Almost all the portraits of the ancestors showed signs of collapsing. Only the portrait that looked like Qi Xianxia was able to escape. None of the others were lucky enough to escape. Bai Yu muttered absent-mindedly, "Impossible, impossible."
The Feather Minister was uneasy. He knelt down heavily with his right hand covering the back of his left hand and sobbed, "This unfilial descendant, Zhao Danxia, kneels down and begs the ancestors to show mercy!"
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In the night, Mount Longhu seemed peaceful, but in fact, there were turbulent undercurrents. A year after Mount Wudang was sealed off, most of the Taoist temples began to welcome pilgrims from all over the world again. However, the temple with a statue of Zhenwu the Great was still closed to visitors. Chen Zhao and Song Zhiming, who were the most senior Taoist priests, lived in seclusion and rarely came out. They only occasionally went in and out of this temple. Fortunately, Mount Wudang was used to these kind old Taoist priests being elusive. Unlike other famous Taoist Caves and Blessed Lands, the slightly senior Taoist priests were busy entertaining high-ranking officials and dignitaries. How could they have the time to concentrate on cultivation? After the old chief, Wang Zhonglou, Mount Longhu had two young new chiefs. However, the incense in Mount Wudang did not decline but instead became more and more prosperous. This made the Taoist and Taoist children on the mountain feel happy. However, with the example of the senior Taoist, they did not feel that they should be condescending when the incense was prosperous. Even the youngest chief in the history of Wudang, Li Yufu, was no different from an ordinary Taoist. Other than personally teaching subjects every day, he often set up a stall to tell the fortunes of ordinary pilgrims. Some illiterate pilgrims also asked him to write letters home. Li Yufu did not refuse any of them and wrote in regular script meticulously. The pilgrims all said that after sending letters, their families became more prosperous. In the beginning, pilgrims from scholarly families advised the people that disturbing the chief would delay the Great Taoist Master's cultivation to achieve immortality. However, Li Yufu personally comforted the people, saying that cultivation was to cultivate to be an ordinary person. It did not matter if one could not cultivate to become an immortal. Eating, sleeping, reading, and writing were all part of the cultivation, which meant that they were cultivating to be an ordinary person. Once they cultivated to have a normal heart, it did not matter if they could not cultivate to become an immortal. Eating, sleeping, reading, and writing were all part of the cultivation. A maxim began to circulate in Jianghu. The people of Jianghu cultivated immortality, but Mount Wudang cultivated ordinary life.
In the temple, Chen Yao, the most senior person of Mount Wudang who was in charge of discipline, stood solemnly at the threshold of the temple. He looked at the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor in the temple. Beside him was Song Zhiming, who was more than 140 years old and had experienced four chiefs, and Yu Xingrui, the master of the current chief of Mount Wudang, Li Yufu.
The three Taoist priests looked extremely solemn. Yu Xingrui was a person who could not hold back his words. He whispered to his two senior brothers, "When His Royal Highness returned to Beiliang after traveling Jianghu for the second time, he kept asking us about the difference between Mount Longhu and Mount Wudang's methods of inviting deities. According to the scale of this Grand Ritual of Zhou Tian, which deity of Mount Wudang would you like to invite? Originally, if Little Junior Brother was willing to ascend, it would not be too difficult to invite Ancestor Lu to descend. At least it would be slightly easier than attaining immortality. But then again, even if it is not as difficult as ascending to heaven, with His Royal Highness's current cultivation, the key has never been cultivation. Even with Mount Wudang's eighty-one peaks as the Grand Ritual of Zhou Tian, it may not be possible to invite a deity who should not be tainted by the mortal world. Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Song, to be honest, I've always been unwilling to let Mount Wudang get involved in the secular world's struggle for tripod cauldrons. It goes against Ancestor Lu's teachings! "
Song Zhiming smiled and said, "Mount Longhu is anxious. They can't wait to transfer the fate of the entire Dragon Lake to that little celestial master so that he can enlighten his orifices. But cultivation is like climbing a mountain. One has to be down-to-earth and climb the stairs. There is no such thing as letting the mountain come and help me. Mount Longhu has produced many deities with the surname Zhao, but …"
Before the old Taoist priest could finish, Chen Yao suddenly turned around. A bolt of purple thunder smashed down from the sky. Chen Yao frowned and said, "That little celestial master is indeed not vulgar. He forcefully enlightened his orifices at such a young age. How good would it be if he could do it step by step? There is one more fully deserving Taoist priest in the world. So what if he suppresses Mount Wudang? "
At this time, the three seniors of Mount Wudang did not know that the five words "Banishment to Three Thousand Miles" on the statue of Zhenwu the Great behind them were gradually disappearing.
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