Eternal Tranquility

As Zuozhishan sang, Liu Qinghuan, who was wearing a black embroidered bamboo pattern piping robe, walked out of the Liangyi Hall. His calm eyes swept over the guests, and the vague noise in the crowd suddenly disappeared. Many people with low cultivation levels disappeared. The monks all bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

Amidst the solemn ringing of the bell, Liu Qinghuan whispered to Zuo Zhishan: "Thank you, senior brother."

In order to hold this grand ceremony, many disciples of the Wenshi sect have been busy for several months, especially those close to Liu Qinghuan. One of the two disciples is responsible for welcoming guests in the front, and the other is in charge of miscellaneous matters in the rear. They are extremely busy every day. .

His two senior brothers also had their own responsibilities. Ji Yue took Liu Qinghuan's place to send out appointments and receive relatives, while Zuo Zhishan was the master of ceremonies for the ceremony.

A smile flashed across Zuo Zhishan's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Go, junior brother, today is your day of glory."

After speaking, he shook out a bamboo slip, used magic power to amplify his voice so that the entire Immortal Mountain could hear it, and read:

"The emperor ascends to heaven and shines down on the earth. He gathers the spirits of the earth and sends down sweet wind and rain. Each has its own place, which is popular in the present and the past. There are no less luxuriant flowers and immortal things. Following the example of my immortal ancestor's kindness and fragrance, the benefits will spread far and wide. , Yishi Guizhang, has a long history. Today, there is a Taoist Qingmu in our Wenshi sect. He inherited the ambition of his ancestors, worked hard day and night, and worked diligently to gain knowledge. He finally achieved the great road and became one of the twenty-one cultivators of our sect. He prayed and offered sacrifices to heaven. , Worship to..."

Amidst the sound of ritual music and blessings, Liu Qinghuan walked steadily forward, passed among the god-transformation monks in the front row, and climbed onto the high platform.

On the high platform, there are seven floors of stone altars covered with azure spirit-patterned satin. There are the sun, moon, stars, clouds, rain, wind and thunder and other gods in sequence. In the center, there is the seat of Wenshi Zhenren, the founder of the Wenshi sect. It is a dazzling array of things. There are hundreds of sacrifices and ritual utensils, and the aura is ethereal.

Kong Wu and Yun Yi stood on both sides of the altar, one holding a wine cup and the other holding sacrificial incense, watching him step forward with a smile.

The bells stopped ringing, the drums started, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was successfully completed, followed by the ceremony of paying homage.

Liu Qinghuan was sitting on a high throne, with a large group of Wenshi sect disciples wearing black sect costumes below, kneeling down while shouting "Tai Zun" in unison. Although other people from other sects watching the ceremony did not need to kneel down, they also The face was respectful and the scene was solemn and spectacular.

Liu Qinghuan thought to himself: No wonder everyone wants to sit in a high position and be admired and worshiped by others. It is indeed easy to feel satisfied and complacent.

At this moment, a long horse neighed suddenly from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw nine celestial horses flapping their broad wings, pulling a wedding sedan through the bright sunshine. flew over.

The crowd watching the ceremony was in an uproar. Such a stunning appearance made many people exclaim in exclamation. The nine extremely rare Pegasus heterogeneous Wuyunji alone were very dazzling, and their all-white and vigorous posture made them stunned. Many male cultivators showed expressions of love and yearning, while many female cultivators looked at the wedding sedan behind with envy.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile: His bride has arrived!

The rogue Chi Chi holds cloth and silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come to plot against me. When the wedding sedan came down, Liu Qinghuan opened the curtain and saw Mu Yinyin's delicate and beautiful face, set against the backdrop of the prosperous red makeup and emerald jade steps, just like the bright moon in the sky. She couldn't help but be stunned.

After Mu Yinyin looked at him for a moment, she lowered her head shyly, with red clouds flying on her jade-like face.

"Junior brother." Ji Yue, who was on the side, suppressed laughter and reminded in a low voice: "We will see if we have time to see it later. Let the younger brothers and sisters get off the sedan first."

Liu Qinghuan smiled and stretched out her right hand. Mu Yinyin gently put her left hand on his hand and stepped off the wedding sedan.

A fiery red wedding dress unfolded, with a golden-winged phoenix shining brightly on it, as if it were alive and ready to fly into the sky at any time.

Someone from the crowd watching the ceremony shouted, "The bride looks like a fairy," which caused the whole room to laugh, and the previously solemn atmosphere became filled with joy.

At this time, the sounds of ritual music also turned into joyful and festive sounds. Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin stood opposite each other, and Zuo Zhishan walked up to them.

"When my son returns home, the emperor rejects his horse. We marry him personally, and with ninety-nine etiquette, please make a double vow."

Liu Qinghuan looked at the woman in front of him, and thought of the first time they met, because the wife in the illusion he had experienced in the Dashumi Qiankun Pagoda was exactly the same as her, and he recognized her from then on. Now that I think about it, maybe they were destined to be together in this life because of their fate.

"Good man Liu Qinghuan, I made a vow today that I am willing to marry Mu Yinyin as husband and wife, and practice the Tao together. From then on, we will be reincarnated in the heavens, and we will be married, and we will have a broad life-and-death bond, and we will never leave."

There were a few tears in Mu Yinyin's eyes, and she also said: "Mu Yinyin, a faithful woman, today I made a vow that I am willing to marry Liu Qinghuan as husband and wife, and we will practice together on the great path. From then on, we will never doubt our love, stay together in life and death, and stay close together hand in hand." , Never give up.”

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a beam of golden sunlight suddenly fell down and shone on the two of them. At the same time, an invisible power of oath lingered, linking the fate of the two people.

"It's done!"

Zuo Zhishan shouted happily, and the people watching the ceremony burst into cheers.

Liu Qinghuan calmed down his excitement a little and said softly: "Let's go, let's go see the master."

Mu Yinyin smiled as brightly as a flower, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and let the other party hold her hand and walk down the stage.

When passing through the crowd, Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and a piece of cyan aura spread out from his fingertips. It was full of vitality, clear and ethereal, and it seemed as if a heavy rain had fallen on the entire square in front of the Liangyi Palace.

"Wow, it's Qinglin who can bring the dead back to life, heal wounds, and expel evil spirits!"

The crowd watching the ceremony was instantly boiling. Monks are always easily injured. If something goes wrong during practice, they fight with others, or they compete for treasures, they will inevitably get injured one way or another. Some people have even accumulated hidden wounds because of this, and their cultivation has stagnated since then, and their path to immortality has been abandoned halfway. Even if you are not sick or injured, the rich vitality contained in the Qi of the Green Wood can strengthen your body, providing hundreds of benefits without any harm.

So it's no wonder that everyone was ecstatic, bathing in the green spiritual rain, showing expressions of comfort and enjoyment. Even most of the god-transforming monks present did not move away, letting the rain pour on them, but looked at him with a hint of meaning.

However, Liu Qinghuan is not worried about being found out as the Holy Body of Qingmu. His reputation as an alchemist is world-famous, and many people think that he is swaying spiritual liquid. Or it is speculated that he is made of pure wood, and the wood energy has healing effect.

A pure wood body is also a rare physique, although it is not at the same level as the Aoki Holy Body.

Yunzheng raised his thumb at him from below. He and Jingjue stood in a corner, raising their hands as if they were intoxicated to catch the rain.

However, Liu Qinghuan also noticed that there were two people with the same disdain on their faces. One was Hong Li from the Shaoyang Sect, and the other was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it seemed that he was also from the Shaoyang Sect.

Regarding this situation, Liu Qinghuan laughed it off. They didn't want to receive benefits, so naturally he couldn't force them.

In the square in front of the temple, various shouts of gratitude were heard one after another. In such a lively atmosphere, the two finally entered the Liangyi Palace.

In the hall, Mingyangzi was already sitting at the head, radiant and smiling. Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin were even smiling from ear to ear when they bowed to their disciples.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly! Zhishan, help your junior brother and younger siblings up quickly."

He dug around in his arms again, took out two lumps of stuff, and stuffed them into their hands without any explanation.

Liu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, glanced at the thing in his hand, and said in surprise: "Master?"

Mingyangzi hissed: "The elder's gift is indispensable. Master doesn't have anything good, it's just a little thought."

Seeing this, Liu Qinghuan had nothing to say and signaled to Mu Yinyin to accept it before standing up.

Seeing this scene, there were already whispers outside.

"As expected of the Wenshi sect, Taoist Qingmu is already a great cultivator of the gods, but I still respect senior Ming Yangzi as my master."

"Yes, I have long felt that it is too ruthless to completely respect strength in the world of immortality. Only in such a large sect has always maintained such persistence, respecting relatives and teachers, and never forgetting the roots. This kind of inheritance That’s the right way.”

There are not so many red tapes in the ritual of dual cultivation of monks. After Ming Yangzi said some words instructing the two of them to live in harmony and find the path together as the elder, today's ceremony was considered to be over. After that, there were disciples of Wenshi sect. Invite the spectators to take their seats at the already full banquet at the foot of the mountain.

In the following days, the grand ceremony of this ceremony was widely spread in the world of immortal cultivation. Everyone knew the name of Taoist Qingmu, and even the reputation of the Wenshi Sect increased to a higher level.

I caught a cold and had a headache for a day. I can't finish the update today. I will try to make up for it tomorrow.