Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

As the sun sets in the west, the yellow and clear sun slowly sinks into the sea level like a big glutinous rice dumpling with stuffing. The afterglow left behind turns the sparkling waves into gold, one wave after another.

On the back of the little white fox that was walking in the air, Chen Ze lay leisurely on his side. He used his fingers to pick up a wisp of golden light to pave the smooth road. He closed his eyes and hummed a tune. The syllables turned into spiritual essence and spread all the way, attracting thousands of sea fish and whales to jump into the waves. , like jumping over a dragon gate.

he's gone.

But behind him, the turbulent waves of reckoning were just beginning.

Although the scar is good, the memory is still fresh.

As long as there are people alive, the truth of history will not be buried.

Countless instigators and accomplices who think they have escaped the limelight, who think they have washed away their past, and who think they can draw a line with the mud-legged people by wearing human skin, will eventually be found out and face trial until they are repaid. Clear away sins.

Shu region, Qingcheng Mountain.

Taoist rituals often include nine altars and three altars, the upper three altars are the universal altar, the middle three altars are the Zhoutian altar, and the lower three altars are the Luotian altar.

The Luotian Dajiao was originally worshiped by the common people and was the lowest level. However, as the world changed and the princes and nobles disappeared, among the three Jiaos, the Luotian Dajiao was preserved and gradually became the most solemn ritual in Taoism.

And today is the day when the Luotian Dajiao is held.

But at the top of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, there are seas of people everywhere. The dense crowds of people almost bury the mountain forest.

Qingcheng Mountain is one of the four famous mountains of Taoism. Zhang Daoling once preached here, so it has a transcendent status. Not only domestic Taoist friends are invited to host the Luotian Festival, but also overseas Taoist temples have responded and sent people to participate in the grand event.

Jiao is a ritual ceremony performed during a fasting ceremony, and all that is desired is to protect the country and the people, prolong life and survive death, eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, and pray for blessings and thanksgiving.

The Luotian Dajiao contains many rituals, and if you look closely at the sect, you may not even be able to tell clearly the masters who hosted it.

But there is great strength in numbers, so the Dajiao is divided into two parts: inside and outside.

In the outer court, there are high altars everywhere, dressed in various colors of Taoist robes, most likely wearing a round hat-shaped Hunyuan scarf, or else it is a pure Yang scarf that is folded on top and is common in movies and TV dramas.

Of course, Dai Yunli, who is more unique, wears strange clothes. As long as you can explain why, you will be welcome to the big ceremony.

As a result, the crowds gathered here and there like colonies, the flashlights were on from time to time, and the Taoist priests passing by were shoulder to shoulder. They were not annoyed when they happened to meet each other occasionally. They greeted each other in a friendly manner, exchanged names and chatted with each other. And talk.

Although there were many people, they were well organized and the sound of chanting was non-stop, forming the background of this grand event.

The outfield is like this, but the infield is much more particular.

Not only are there strict restrictions on shooting and recording, but there are also high thresholds for admission.

If you are not a well-known big shot in the Taoist world, you really are not qualified to come in.

Of course, the Taoist priests are not so domineering. If you want to force your way in, you can't stop them, but no one will take you to play.

But today is an exception. All the big guys in the industry are very impatient with a certain person. They hide when they see him and take a detour when they hear the sound from all the way.

However, the infield is such a big place. You can't escape the first day of the Lunar New Year, but you can't escape the fifteenth day. The Luotian Dajiao will be held for seven or forty-nine days.

So Hu Lincheng was not upset. He just wandered around happily when he couldn't catch anyone. When he caught an old friend, he discussed with him the fortune of his family.

The acquaintances were shocked and asked where Lao Hu took the Mandarin training course.

How can you twist the old Qin opera that you have spoken for decades into top-level Mandarin, and make tongue twisters just by opening your mouth?

However, apart from this minor episode, the infield rituals still performed at the highest level.

Burning incense, opening the altar, clearing water, raising banners, announcing the announcement, raising the banners, inviting the saints, taking the call, following the stars, raising the altar, lowering the flags, sending the saints off

The center of the inner court, and the core of the entire Luotian Festival, is the Xuhuang Altar.

Xuhuang is the Xuhuang of the Yuan Dynasty, the lord of all gods.

In the core of this core is the inner altar, which is built of clean solid soil. It has ten doors around it and is sandwiched by red scrolls. There are 1,200 tablets for summoning the supreme beings of all realms, the immortals and gods from all directions, and everything. Welling.

At this time, the road leading to the inner altar was paved with a red carpet. High-level masters dressed in red and gold-patterned robes were holding wat boards, carrying jade swords, holding high their seals, taking Yu steps, stepping out of the Gang Dou, accompanied by The magnificent sound of wind music slowly walked towards the altar.

The red flags held high on the side of the team were raised, and the thickest and tallest faucet incense in front of the altar was lit. The smoke merged into the vast mist rising over the mountain, as if the entire Qingcheng Mountain had been turned into an incense burner.

Since there is an incense burner for offering, there will naturally be people who accept the offering.

At the highest point of the inner altar, two people were sitting on the throne set up by Yuanshi Tianzun.

One of them was an immortal, with a purple robe and a high crown, and an extraordinary bearing. Only a few strands of white beard fluttered in the wind, which made him sneeze urgently, completely breaking his appearance.

"Don't be nervous." Chen Zezheng, who was lying next to him like an idler, was lying on his side as if lying on his own sofa, watching the demeanor of the Taoists below.

"They can't see us."

This relaxed posture is in sharp contrast to the white-haired Taoist priest who is sitting upright, as if he is the abbot of Qingcheng Mountain.

As if he was still a little nervous after seeing the elderly abbot, Chen Ze chuckled and reached out to catch a wisp of mist. Purple smoke filled the sky and poured into the teacup in his hand like a shrinking typhoon.

Qingcheng Mountain has four unique features, one of which is "Dongtian Tribute Tea".

Chen Ze handed the seven-quarter-full tea cup to the abbot, his meaning beyond words.

But the abbot was trembling and couldn't stretch out his hand for a while.

What kind of method is this to feast on the fireworks of the world!

Chen Ze raised the teacup higher. The abbot was frightened and quickly took the teacup.

The tea cup was very light and very close to him, but it still almost spilled a few times.

The abbot was cruel and blew directly into his mouth and drank it down.

Gulu, Gulu.

As soon as the teacup left his mouth, the abbot glared.

Huh? It seems like nothing special?

But the vision that immediately appeared in front of him shocked the abbot, and he almost couldn't hold the teacup firmly.

The comrades in the audience were all emitting smoke of varying shades!

The smoke is not clear. It is obvious at first glance, but there are layers of double images when you look closely. Some people are rich, and some people are dull.

And a beam of light reaching the sky almost blinded the old Taoist's presbyopic eyes.

What the hell is this? !

Ah, sin, sin, sin

While the abbot was sincerely confessing what he had said in his heart, he also saw clearly the source of the beam of light.

Hu Lincheng? !

But Hu Lincheng, who was flying around like a fly, had a faint light on his body. Although he was wearing clothes, he was clearly as moist as jade. A golden pillar reaching the sky around him made him stand out from the crowd, as if an immortal descended from the earth and mingled among his Taoist friends. middle.

The abbot looked at Chen Ze in shock and asked what the smoke on everyone's bodies meant.

Chen Ze smiled and said nothing, just because he didn't want to explain it clearly to him.

As a result, the abbot became even more confused, and immediately his mind went to the sky. He felt that Chen Zhenren in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to see through, and he was becoming more profound and distant.

On the stage, Chen Ze smiled and said nothing, and the abbot was shocked.

In the audience, everyone who witnessed the vision of purple energy in the sky was noisy for a while. They all thought that the ancestors of various families had appeared, and they were rushing to advance their own flags.

A little feedback of the power of faith came, and Chen Ze knew that the time had come and he had gained a believer again.

The abbot of Qingcheng Mountain, who presides over all affairs of Qingcheng Mountain, has always been a thorn in the side of the Yinxian Society and a thorn in the flesh.

This is a bit exaggerated. The relationship between the two parties has not reached the point of incompatibility. It is just because of Qingcheng Mountain's special status and deep foundation, plus the obstruction of Xuanhu Palace and other factors that have not been officially included in the establishment.

Today, Qingcheng Mountain, which once gave the doctor endless headaches, came under Chen Ze's control with a few words and a cup of tea.

After achieving his goal, Chen Ze laughed, jumped up, mounted the white fox and floated away.

The abbot obviously wanted to ask something else, but Chen Ze would not give him this chance. Since ancient times, how can there be any legend about immortals doing things from beginning to end?

Immortals always come and go without a trace.

Only with distance can there be awe.

The rest can only be left to the abbot to figure out.

So half a day later, when the flag-giving ceremony for the separate altars was held, the abbot, who had calmed down, suddenly rushed out and directly welcomed Hu Lincheng to the front.

Everyone was shocked, but Lao Hu, who had already finished thinking about it, started thinking silently in his heart.

Fusheng Nether Lord!

At night, it's quiet.

Although the Luotian Dajiao takes a long time, there is still time for rest.

So the abbot, who finally fell asleep, encountered enlightenment from the Dream Lord in his dream.

Zhenjun asked him if he had ever met a Taoist priest named Zhang Zhishun, and the abbot told him everything about his past.

At that time, Zhang Zhishun went there alone, intending to read the ancestors' classics kept by the Taoist temples on Qingcheng Mountain and borrow magical instruments and talismans.

He meant that he wanted to break down barriers, educate people without distinction, organize these things and pass them on.

But in Qingchengshan’s view, isn’t this just a waste of money?

Naturally, there was no answer.

After that, Zhang Zhishun often came to ask for help, but he never got what he wanted.

Later, I heard that Zhang Zhishun visited famous temples all over the world, and finally got in touch with Buddhism. He made a lot of noise in the Western Regions, and he seemed to have had many interactions with monks.

At this point, the abbot woke up from his dream.

And it's not over yet.

As soon as I woke up from the dream, there was an earthquake.

Qingcheng Mountain is famous all over the world. Earlier, Yin Changsheng, one of the "Eight Immortals of Sichuan", lived here in seclusion. Later, Zhang Daoling, one of the four great heavenly masters, settled here, finally establishing his transcendent status.

There are many legends, we don’t care whether they are true or false.

At least for now, in front of Chen Ze, the formation of earth veins revealed after removing the mountain cannot be faked.

In the dark night, the moonlight was shining brightly, like a thin veil covering Chen Ze's face, which was full of boldness.

It's just a few hundred million points bigger.

Although the statue of Chen Ze is not as exaggerated as the giant statue that was used to revise the territory of Malaysia, it can still be compared with the size of Mount Qingcheng.

At this time, the entire green mountain was hanging in the air like shoveled cake slices, sucked by a round wine gourd, and it was actually much smaller than before.

This is the space law that was previously obtained from the "Bottomless Pit" in the South China Sea, and was slightly used by Chen Ze at this time.

Taking another look at the thick clouds gathering on the horizon, Chen Ze knew.

There is a little emotion in this world.

If you don't hurry up, you'll probably get punched in the chest with a big iron fist.

So Chen Ze held Qingcheng Mountain, connected the magic formulas in his hands, and quickly peeled off the boundless array on the ground. The magic weapons and artifacts holding the array were pulled out one by one and put into the underworld.

In a few breaths, Chen Ze saw the essence of this earth vein formation.

It's been folded here.

The Qingcheng Mountain boundary originally seemed to be much larger.

To put it simply, the real area, or space, of this area should be more than a hundred times larger than it is now. However, after the compression and condensation of the large array, although the place is a bit narrower, Yuan Qi has been enriched a lot.

Just like the ground suddenly folds and sinks into a pit, water droplets will naturally flow in and collect.

There is no doubt that there are traces of divinity here, and they come from more than one immortal god.

It's a pity that it is too weak, and there is no power of law that can stop Chen Ze.

All kinds of magic weapons and spiritual weapons were passed over in front of Chen Ze, picking and choosing, taking out some, stuffing some back, and then reinforcing the formation as if nothing happened.

Chen Ze is sitting on the Huang Zhijian and Xuan Zhi Seal, and he doesn't think much of other magic weapons anymore. He only took these for the doctor's consideration and let him go back to study the special features.

After all, there are always some inconspicuous little things that may contain incredible mysteries.

After that, a fragrant clear spring flowed out of the gourd mouth and washed back and forth around Qingcheng Mountain. Most people were unaware of it, but some people with special origins were marked with special marks.

When the clear spring was washed and flowed into the ground, Qingcheng Mountain continued to expand and expand along with the traction until it reached normal size, and then quietly settled back down.

Apart from Hu Lincheng, the only one who stayed overnight in the mountain was the abbot who noticed all this.

Because the "Jiutian Demon Emperor" appeared in person and told him that there were demons lurking among them, and that heaven was about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, and the abbot was the one who did justice for heaven.

The next morning.

The abbot, who had not slept all night, stood at the door of his residence, staring blankly at the sky, the earth, the mountains and the water.

Everything is the same as usual.

But he knew something had changed.

Then he fell into great distress.

The veteran Taoist has practiced Taoism for decades. Although he is guarding the legacy of his ancestor and has heard a little about the truth about immortals and gods, he has always had a vague expectation in his heart.

But it doesn’t have to be so violent, right? !

One day and one night, three gods appeared one after another.

Who should I trust?

The abbot pondered.

Winter is approaching, and the cold wind is coming in bursts in the dim light of dawn.

The abbot was not fully clothed, but he was like a furnace, drawing away the cold wind.

A cup of tea yesterday was worth more than half a lifetime of hard work.

The abbot became enlightened.

Can’t I even believe it?

There is no conflict between these three!

In an instant, the abbot seemed to be dozens of years younger and full of energy.

He thought that the superficial work of erecting statues of gods and erecting tablets should be slowed down for the time being, and he should first take care of the matters assigned by the Jiutiandang Demon Emperor.

So next, the Xuanhu Palace was located in Qingcheng Mountain, or the tribesmen who came from other places to participate in Luotian Dajiao were captured one after another, and were all transferred to the headquarters of the Yinxian Society and handed over to the doctor.

Unknowingly, the layers of fog shrouding Xuanhu Palace have become lighter and lighter.

Maybe next time, it will be the turn of the most mysterious "Palace Master". (End of chapter)