Fortune Teller

In front of the grand palace, the bells rumbled, accompanied by a burst of Zen sound.

The disciples in Zhenyan Temple gathered one after another and were about to ask, when two old-looking deacon monks said: "In half a month, Patriarch Xianyun will give a sermon in the Sweeping Hall, and all disciples above the Douxiao realm can go, The Patriarch's sermon is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you should seize it."

"The Patriarch preached?"

The eyes of the disciples of Shingon Temple suddenly lit up.

Preaching is by no means simply talking about scriptures and Dharma. In addition to demonstrating Taoism and Dharma, it is also necessary to answer the questions of disciples.

How can these Douxiao realms be qualified to meet the ninth-grade ancestor?

Even if you have doubts about practice, you can only ask the masters of the temple, Ruxuan Zhenren and Shangmiao Zhenren. Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can see the eighth-grade master.

In terms of the realm of Taoism, the ninth-grade Patriarch is second only to the Venerable realm, ranking at the pinnacle of the Immortal Way. Guidance at that level is itself a great opportunity.

"I didn't expect that the Patriarch would come to our Zhenyan Temple to preach. In the past few thousand years, apart from the abbot, we have never seen a second Patriarch give a lecture!"

"Forget about the Patriarch, in the past eight thousand years, even the power of true artistic conception has rarely come."

"I don't know if this Patriarch Xianyun is from the Fenglei lineage or the Five Elements lineage?"

The monks at Shingon Temple started talking one after another, with expectations and worries in their eyes.

They hope that Patriarch Xianyun will cultivate the Five Elements.

The Zen Kung Fu is mainly based on the Five Elements, and almost all disciples are from the same lineage of the Five Elements. The Wind and Thunder Dao method... is of little use to Zhenyan Temple.

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In the ancient pagoda covered with moss, a bald monk sat cross-legged, with a thick layer of ash falling on his shoulders.

Suddenly, a message came from afar, "Shou Xin, Patriarch Xianyun is visiting our temple and will give a sermon in half a month. If you are willing, you can go and watch."

"Grandmaster Xianyun."

The bald monk opened his eyes, his eyes as indifferent as water, as if he had seen through the world of mortals.

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News of the sermon quickly spread throughout Shingonji Temple and even to other temples.

"Patriarch Xianyun? I've never heard of him before. Nine times out of ten, he's a visitor from a foreign land."

"The Dharma Incense Festival will be held in seven years. This person appears at this time. Could it be that he is a helper invited by the Shingon Temple?"

"So what if we need help? There was a traitor in the Shingon Temple, which made the venerable furious. They are destined to be demoted to an underground temple. No one can save them."

"It's better to be careful and send a few people to find out. Isn't he going to give a sermon? Let's go and join in the fun."

Among the sixteen ancient temples under the command of Zangxiang Temple, fifteen other temples took action after hearing the news.

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In the next half month, there was a huge crowd in Zhenyan Temple, and disciples rushed back from outside, including Zhenyijing Mighty Master.

The Ninth Grade Patriarch preached, and he was a Patriarch who came from across the realm. His Taoist methods were very different from those of Zen, which naturally aroused the expectations of countless practitioners.

In the quaint palace building, the cyan figure was sitting cross-legged, practicing with his eyes closed, and the black piglet was lying on his shoulder, looking bored.

"Gu Xiuyun, why do you want to hold a forum here to preach? Why don't you just find an eighth-grade person and just call him out to meet him!"

The black-striped golden dolphin drooped its head.

"To put it simply, Buse Luohan attaches great importance to this person. In all likelihood, he is his direct disciple. It is such a serious crime to betray the sect. I am afraid that all the disciples will be implicated," Gu Xiuyun said. "Even if Monk Shouxin is alive, He must be under house arrest, where can we see him just by asking? "

"What's more, giving a sermon at the forum can also establish cause and effect and affect the perception of the guardians of the Samsara Heart Array, which will be of great benefit to my next actions."

"cause and effect?"

The black-striped golden dolphin blinked, looking confused.

"It's useless to tell you so much. Remember, the Moro Realm is not another place. Don't take it upon yourself to steal treasures. You can't hide it from others, but you can't hide it from the guardians." Gu Xiuyun warned through a message.

The most powerful thing about the rules of cause and effect is to look for traces. Although the guardian cannot see the identity of the black-striped golden dolphin, he can easily sense the location of everyone.

The stealth power of the Kirin beast is a joke in the face of the rules of cause and effect.

"I know, I know." The black pig nodded.

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Half a month passed in a flash.

On this day, Shingon Temple was shrouded in a layer of golden light.

The statue of the Holy Buddha stands in the sky, thousands of feet high, completely illuminating the surrounding area for millions of miles.

Countless disciples of Shingon Temple knelt respectfully in front of the Golden Buddha. They first shouted the Buddha's name, and then sat down cross-legged, waiting for the sermon to begin.

A moment later, more than a dozen figures walked out of the palace. Each one was wearing a cassock and had a solemn appearance. Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level had reached the peak of the eighth level. The power of rules around him fluctuated like a frenzy.

The weakest one is also at the early stage of eighth grade.

"It is indeed an ancient temple that has lasted for hundreds of millions of years. It actually has fourteen great masters of true artistic conception."

In another palace, Gu Xiuyun's gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and fall on one of the powerful figures.

The status of Zhengon Temple is comparable to that of the first-class sects in the chessboard realm, and is far inferior to the top forces. It stands to reason that if there are three or four Zhenyijing in the temple, it will be the highest.

There are sixteen ancient temples under the Zangxiang Temple. If each family has more than a dozen powerful men, wouldn’t the total number exceed two hundred?

Including the disciples of the Zangxiang Temple itself, it is simply terrifying.

While thinking, another figure walked out of the Dharma Hall. The bewildered host's eyebrows and beard were all white, but the aura around him was several times more majestic than the true artistic conception. A pair of eyes contained bright divine light, falling into the void.

"Half a month ago, fellow Taoist Xianyun came to visit our temple and had a pleasant chat with the poor monk... Fellow Taoist Xianyun is proficient in the Five Elements Taoism. For him to be able to give lectures here is not only an opportunity for all of you fellow disciples, but also a great opportunity. This temple is full of glory.”

The host Wujie made some remarks, which made the disciple monk below excited.

"Did you hear that? Patriarch Xianyun is proficient in the Five Elements Taoism. It's not in vain that I came back from the Black Dragon Pond."

"The ninth-grade Patriarch of the Five Elements lineage, the young monk has doubts in his heart, and today he can finally ask questions!"

"The founder of the Five Elements lineage, I don't know what kind of origin he has understood?" the fourteen true artistic conceptions thought secretly in their hearts.

To the eighth-grade great master, the guidance of the ninth-grade patriarch is of little significance.

After all, most of the ancestors only understood one or two origins, and in other ways, they may not be as good as the eighth level.

Just when everyone was excited, the sound of spring water came from a distance.

The puzzled host's face changed slightly and he looked at the sky intently.

I saw a tall monk sitting on the back of a white-striped tiger with a hanging forehead. There were two cloth flags hanging behind him, and the words Qingquan Temple could be vaguely seen.

Behind the white-striped tiger with a hanging forehead stood two rows of monks, exuding an overbearing arrogance.

"Qingquan Temple...what are they here for?"

The monk Fuyan's excitement suddenly sank. The sixteen ancient temples under the Zangxiang Temple, Qingquan Temple and Zhengon Temple have always been at odds.

As early as when Patriarch Qi Xiang was in charge, the two major temples often fought and fought in the name of discussing Dharma and Taoism, and even an eighth-level master died for this reason.

Zen Buddhism has always turned a blind eye to the battles between ancient temples. As long as the sect's inheritance is immortal, even if all the monks are killed or injured, they will not interfere.

"The person who came here is evil!"

The other person in Zhenyijing narrowed his eyes, and the energy around his body surged like a tide, gradually condensing into Taoist secrets.

"Today is the day when Taoist Brother Xianyun opens the forum to preach. It is not appropriate to fight. Junior brothers, please be patient and calm." The host, Bujie, secretly transmitted the message.

Hearing this, the murderous intent disappeared from everyone's faces.

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums came from the distant sky again, and a mighty team appeared on the left.

"Jixuan Mountain."

The puzzled host's face darkened again.

The two ancient temples went hand in hand, obviously to destroy the Zhenyan Temple. In the past, many monks in the Zhenyan Temple had already taken out their weapons and were ready to take action.

But today is the day when Patriarch Xianyun preaches.

Taking action at this time was really disrespectful to the ninth-grade Patriarch, so everyone in Zhenyan Temple could only suppress their anger.

After Qingquan Temple and Jixuan Mountain, several more teams appeared, all coming from the Sixteenth Ancient Temple under the Tibetan Xiang Temple.

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"For the first time in eight thousand years, Zhengon Temple has a powerful person preaching from outside the temple. It's really lively today."

The tiger with white stripes on its forehead flew over the temple. The corners of the bald monk's mouth on the back were slightly raised, with a touch of disdain on his face. "Unfortunately, you are already yesterday's flowers. No matter how hard you struggle, it will not help."

"fart!"

The silent monk couldn't help but yell and curse.

"Don't say anything, have you forgotten the rules of the temple? You are the head monk, how can you speak rudely in front of juniors?"

The confused host gave a low scolding and said:

"Everyone who comes is a guest. Today is the day when Fellow Taoist Xianyun opens the forum to preach. No matter where you come from, Zhenyan Temple will welcome you without words, anger, or sadness to welcome disciples from other ancient temples. "

"Yes, host."

The three true artistic conceptions jumped up and flew into the distance.

Seeing this, the bald monk's face darkened. They were both from the Sixteenth Ancient Temple. Zhenyan Temple sent powerful officials to greet the other sects, but they ignored Qingquan Temple. This was not an obvious sign of ridicule.

Thinking of this, he hummed, but did not get angry.

On the day when Patriarch Xianyun opened the forum to preach, whoever dares to raise an issue on this day is going against the Patriarch. By then, the Tibetan Xiang Temple will not be able to help them.