Wanjie Dream Harvester

Chapter 28 Invitation
Shaoshi Mountain, also known as Jishi Mountain, is adjacent to Taishi Mountain in the east, about [-] miles away from Taishi Mountain. According to legend, Xia Yu's second wife, the sister of Tu Shan, lived here. Later generations built the Shaoyi Temple at the foot of the mountain. 】Respect, so the name of the mountain is Shaoshi Mountain.

In Shaoshi Mountain, there is a thousand-year-old temple called Shaolin Temple, which is not a holy land of martial arts, but is better than a holy land.

During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Bodhidharma, a monk from Tianzhu, traveled eastward to the Central Plains. He preached scriptures on this mountain and received courtesy from Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is a temple hidden deep in the dense forest at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

In the Daxiong Hall, a gold-plated Buddha statue of Sakyamuni sits in the center, majestic and full of compassion.

In the main hall, dozens of heads from all the halls of Shaolin gathered together, and Abbot Fangzheng sat at the head. This man was short in stature, thin in appearance, and kind-hearted, and he was one of the top ten masters in the Jianghu.

The sound of "Kacha Kacha" as the beads rotate echoed in this magnificent hall of gold and jade.

At this time, Fang Zheng was holding an invitation card in his hand. Logically speaking, such a trivial matter should not alarm the powerful people in the temple, but the content of the invitation card was too appalling, and Fang Zheng was a little uncertain.

It turned out that this invitation card came from the Huashan School of the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance, and the main content was: to celebrate the promotion of Chen Hengzhi, the No. 14 disciple of the Huashan School, to the Innate Realm, to hold a grand ceremony, and to invite all eminent monks from Shaolin Temple to come.

The grand ceremony will be held next month, which is November [-]th.

When Fang Zheng told the contents of the invitation to many heads, there was an uproar in the hall.

"Amitabha, brother abbot, is this absolutely true?"

Dialect, the head of the Bodhi Courtyard, immediately asked.

"Amitabha, the invitation was personally signed by Mr. Yue, the head of the Huashan Sect. If I want to come, I think it is most likely true."

Fang Zheng raised the invitation in Yang's hand and said calmly.

The chief seats talked a lot, and those who sat nearby whispered and exchanged opinions. For a while, the hall was buzzing, as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Amitabha! Be quiet!"

Fang Zheng got lucky secretly, and resorted to the lion's roar method, and said something, and suddenly, the window paper on both sides of the hall was shaken "rustling", almost bursting.

The scene immediately fell silent, and Fang Zheng said, "What's your opinion on this matter, gentlemen?"

"Since it was signed by Sect Master Yue himself, the authenticity of this invitation cannot be doubted, but the poor monk can't believe the content of this invitation."

The head of Bodhidharma Academy, Fang, was a big fat man, he said aloud.

"That's right, the poor monk has also heard about the name of Chen Hengzhi, who defeated Yu Canghai and killed Tian Boguang, but how old is he? It is said that he is only at the age of a weak crown, even if he started practicing from the womb and reached first-class The master is as good as the sky."

The head of Arhat Hall nodded in agreement.

"The poor monk also means the same thing. The legendary Xiantian Daoist has not been born for hundreds of years. Over the generations of my Shaolin, hundreds of seniors have been searching for it. It is as difficult as reaching the blue sky."

Fang Yan shook his head and sighed, and said: "Even if this donor Chen is extremely talented, it is a blessing for him to be able to touch the peerless master at this age. As for the so-called innate immortal realm, a poor monk would never dare to believe."

The head of the Prajna Hall, the head of the Discipline Academy, the head of the Zhike Academy, and other senior Shaolin officials spoke in echoes of the dialect.

"Then, what do you guys mean? Who will I send from Shaolin to this grand ceremony?"

Fang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the table, remained silent. After they all finished talking, he asked aloud.

"Amitabha, brother abbot, the younger brother is not in charge, so let the younger brother take a trip."

All the heads were silent, and Fang Sheng, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but speak out.

"Brother Fang Sheng went there, it doesn't appear that I, Shaolin, is slowing down Huashan, and it doesn't delay the official affairs in the temple. The poor monk agrees."

"The poor monk also agrees!"

"Agree!"

The chief seats are all human spirits, they are not willing to participate in this kind of thankless thing, and the next student recommends himself, and they naturally agree loudly.

"Amitabha, it's hard work, junior brother, to take a trip."

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Fang Zheng sighed secretly in his heart and said to Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng smiled and said nothing.

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Wudang Mountain is located in Shiyan, Hubei Province.

Since Zhang Zhenren, the founder of Wudang, founded the Wudang School here and accepted disciples, Wudang Mountain has become more and more prosperous.

However, "Taijiquan" created by Zhang Zhenren is easy to learn but difficult to master, and it has very strict requirements on comprehension. Therefore, since Zhang Zhenren disappeared, Wudang gradually declined.

To add insult to injury, 80 years ago, when the Demon Sect realized that Wudang was strong outside, a large number of masters rushed to Wudang, wounded the head of the time, and snatched the "Taijiquan Sutra" written by Zhenren Zhang and the real martial arts sword with him. walk away.

The predestined person of the third generation, wading through the water and climbing mountains to pilgrimage;
The sound of Infinite Life shocked the world and shook Xuandu City.

Different from the magnificent Daxiong Hall in Shaolin Temple, the Zhenwu Hall, the main hall for Wudang discussions, is slightly shabby, and the statue of Emperor Zhenwu is enshrined in the center of the hall.

Under the ever-burning lamp, Wudang leader Chongxu Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a futon, facing outside the hall. Opposite him were several old Taoists with white hair and beards.

Compared with Shaolin Temple, which is full of talented people, Wudang Sect is really unable to do anything and is faced with the dilemma of a lack of younger disciples.

"Masters, what do you think?"

Daoist Chongxu told about Huashan's grand ceremony and asked.

A tall and thin old man waved his hands impatiently and said, "How else can you see it, just look at it like this."

"That is, do you think it is so easy to be in the realm of the innate real person? Back then, the patriarch went through untold hardships before he entered the innate realm when he was nearly a hundred years old, created "Tai Chi", and reached the realm of the real master. How old is a brat, cut it!"

The other old man was also full of disdain.

But there was a fat old Taoist who had a different opinion. He said: "I say, you are too underestimated of the people in the world. What if, I mean what if someone is extremely talented and not one in ten thousand, and really enters the world at a young age?" Where are you in the Xiantian realm, you two fools?"

"Old man Liu, who are you calling a fool?"

The tall, thin old Taoist puffed his beard and glared, and said: "Don't think that because you started earlier than me, you can do whatever you want. I tell you, your brother Zhang won't do this. Since you believe so, then just go to the Huashan Grand Ceremony."

The fat old Taoist was not annoyed, nodded and said: "I'll go as long as I'm going, I'm afraid you won't make it, if that boy Chen from the Huashan sect is really a genius, the old Taoist will ask him for advice even if he is humble, and he will starve you to death. "

Chongxu, who was sitting in the first place, looked at his uncles with a headache. Their personalities, at best, were innocent, spontaneous and informal, but at worst, they had low emotional intelligence.

Fortunately, someone is willing to come forward, that's enough!
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This scene happened not only in Shaolin and Wudang, but also in all major powers in the world. However, unlike the two masters with profound backgrounds, many sects are completely confused about the innate realm mentioned on the invitation, and have never heard of it.

(End of this chapter)