Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

After half an hour.

The three-foot-high platform is two feet long and wide, and a Buddhist altar has already been erected on it.

This high platform was built by the Huang family in advance, which conforms to the shape and specifications of the altar of the Qingping Palace. There are also long yellow cloth flags inserted in the four corners, engraved with symbols and patterns like ghost symbols.

Several servants of the Huang family were busy on the high platform, making the final preparations, and soon attracted a large number of people to watch.

"It's time to start!"

"Quick, hurry up and call your second aunt and her family over, this is really rare!"

"With the way of real people in Qingping Palace, those little demons and little ghosts will definitely be killed soon!"

"Yes, the real people in Qingping Palace are very effective. In the past, the panacea and talisman water have saved many lives..."

The people gathered around the high platform, pointing and discussing, and the number of people gathered more and more, and almost all men, women and children from the entire Surabaya Town came.

After all, almost every household has paid for this ceremony, and the people who were haunted by the ghost before were panicked. They desperately hope to witness the real people's practice in Qingping Palace for peace of mind.

The noisy scene lasted for a while:

"Respectfully invite Qingping Palace to clean up the real person!"

The servants of the Huang family cleared the way, and amidst the beating of gongs and drums, the common people fell silent, and Taoist Qing Liang appeared on the stage.

He was born in the Dharma Hall, so he is naturally good-looking, plus he has practiced Taiyi Zhuang Gong all the year round, his body is tall and straight, his footsteps are steady and powerful, his face is solemn, and he looks dignified.

The surrounding people stepped aside one after another, looking at Taoist Qingliang with a trace of awe in their eyes.

Zhang Yao and Taoist Qing Yu followed behind Taoist Qing Liang, holding magic swords, edicts, yellow talismans, etc., with their chests raised and their heads raised, following each step.

"Ascension to the altar!"

After arriving at the high platform, Taoist Qingliang flicked his whisk and gave orders.

Zhang Yao and Daoist Qing Yu hurried forward to make arrangements, and soon the altar was set up, and it was Taoist Qing Liang's turn to "perform".

"drink!"

Holding the dharma sword in his hand, he picked up the yellow talisman, stepped forward to fight, muttered words, and began to practice.

Zhang Yao stepped aside, together with Daoist Qingyu, chanting mantras and scriptures in simple cooperation with Taoist Qingliang, while quietly observing his movements.

He found that Taoist Qingliang used different actions, spells, and talismans to cooperate with the "ghost" from the steps of finding, capturing, suppressing, and exterminating it...etc.

Although this is essentially just a performance, the strict procedures and cumbersome steps and rituals really look a bit bluffing. At least the common people are not aware of it when they see it, and they are very convinced.

"No wonder you can get 50%. It seems that there is still something in this Hongfa Hall."

Zhang Yao silently commented.

This ceremonial ceremony lasted for more than half an hour before it was announced that it was over, and Taoist Qingliang was sweating all over his body.

It is also fortunate that he has practiced Taiyi Zhuang Gong since he was a child. Although he has visited many kilns at the foot of the mountain, his body is still there, which can support a complete ceremony.

"With no one to help, it's still too difficult to open the altar by one person!"

Taoist Qing Liang took a few deep breaths, feeling a little joyful in his heart:

"However, if you go down the mountain alone, you can get more benefits, which is still worthwhile."

He sorted out his thoughts, then turned around, and declared solemnly:

"The evil spirits that plagued Sishui Town have been suppressed by me, and I have also prayed to Fu Sheng Tianzun. You folks, fathers and elders don't have to worry anymore!"

As soon as this statement came out, many people jumped up and down with joy, cheered and praised, and the scene suddenly became lively.

"Daddy..."

In the crowd, a little boy scratched his head and asked suspiciously:

"The ghost that was haunted before was really killed? Why didn't I see it?"

"nonsense!"

His father glared at him and said:

"You're not a real person, you haven't opened your eyes, how can you see ghosts? I can't even see you!"

"Don't worry, that little ghost must have been caught and killed by this real person. There have been ghosts in previous years, but as long as the real person from Qingping Palace comes, he will stop making trouble. It's very effective!"

"oh……"

The little boy nodded half understanding.

…………

Huang Fu.

After finishing the ceremony, Mr. Huang enthusiastically persuaded him to stay, and the few of them had another meal in Huang's mansion.

During the banquet, Taoist Qingliang drank a few glasses with Master Huang, and then began to chat, and soon talked about the chaotic situation nearby.

"……real or fake?"

Daoist Qingliang blushed and said in surprise:

"The refugee army came to our place after being dispersed?"

"right!"

Master Huang drank another cup and said earnestly:

"This news was brought from Changping by my Huang family's tea horse team. It is true."

"It is said that when the number of the refugee army was the largest, there were tens of thousands of people! But they wanted to attack Changping beyond their limits, but they were defeated and scattered everywhere."

"That's a little dangerous."

There was a trace of worry in Taoist Qingliang's tone:

"Changping is only a few tens of miles away from our place, and they might have wandered to our place."

"rest assured."

Master Huang waved his hands nonchalantly, and said casually:

"It is said that the refugee army was killed and injured on the spot, and tens of thousands of people were captured and sent to the mine as slaves."

"The rest were completely broken up and divided into tens or hundreds of shares, each with at most one or two hundred people. Even if they really came here, it would not be a big deal."

Taoist Qingliang was really relieved when he heard this.

The refugee army is all low-level people who can't survive and are forced to rebel. Not only lack of weapons and armor, but they are also starving, yellow and emaciated, and almost have no strength to kill people.

If there are tens of thousands of refugees, like ants attached to a torrent, it is indeed something to be afraid of, but if there are only one or two hundred people, then it is not worth mentioning.

For example, in Sishui Town, there are hundreds of households, and almost every household has a male. Even if they all carry hoes and bamboo poles, they are enough to easily resist small groups of refugees.

As for the Qingping Palace, they are not afraid of these refugees at all.

Cuiping Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Qingping Palace has been passed down for hundreds of years, so it must have the capital to settle down.

"This world is too chaotic, there are soldiers and bandits everywhere..."

Taoist Qing Liang and Master Huang were not worried anymore, but Zhang Yao, who was listening to their conversation, felt a little worried in his heart.

The small army of migrants running around may indeed not pose any threat, but the world is so chaotic, it is hard to guarantee that there will be other natural and man-made disasters in the future.

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

In Zhang Yao's heart, he secretly woke up:

"It seems that the days on the mountain still gave me a sense of comfort, which is absolutely undesirable."

"We must plan ahead and find some escape routes in advance, so as not to have any accidents, be caught off guard and lose our lives..."