Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 45 The Mountain Gate Opens

   Wei Dao was dressed in a plain Taoist robe without any decoration, and sat in the center of the main seat.

   "I wasted a hundred years of my life without much achievement. I am deeply honored to have so many fellow Taoists present at the banquet today!"

  Weidao has been the head of the Qingfeng Sect for forty years.

  At this time, he raised a jade statue, respected the guests from a distance, and drank it down in one gulp.

   "The head of He Wei is evergreen, and his life is as long as the sky!"

  The guests in the venue quickly stood up, raised their wine glasses in front of them, and congratulated in unison.

   Even the foundation-building cultivators of the Wanshou Gate, who had always looked indifferent, toasted after everyone toasted.

   "Let's have a feast!"

   After toasting and staggering, Wei Dao clapped his hands, and exquisite spiritual meals were brought up.

  For a while, all the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

  At the end of the birthday banquet, Wei Dao took the stage again and gave a speech about his experience in Taoism cultivation.

   During monks' birthday banquets, it has been a thousand-year tradition in Mizhou to preach their cultivation experience and reward guests.

   It doesn't involve exercises or spells, it's just Wei Dao's understanding of Dao, which is mysterious and mysterious.

  Everyone in the arena was confused, only the foundation-builder monks of Wanshoumen and a few late-stage foundation-builders looked upright and listened attentively.

   It is said that in ancient times, building a foundation was considered the entry into the immortal journey, and forming a pill was a leap in the essence of life, involving the fur of the true meaning of the Dao.

  What Wei Dao explained was part of his own understanding of the Dao. Those who are not in the realm are of course like listening to heavenly scriptures.

  …

  Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, four months have passed since the 100th birthday of the head of the Qingfeng Sect.

  For Sanxiu of Heishan County, these few days are life-changing important days.

  The Qingfeng Sect opens its gate once every ten years, and the day to recruit disciples from the whole county is just around the corner.

  As long as you have a clean background and no crimes, you are eligible to run for election. ,

   Every year, nearly a hundred lucky casual cultivators become handyman disciples and complete the process of leaping over the dragon gate as they call it.

  Outside the Qingfeng Sect sect, groups of loose cultivators can be seen on every hilltop, and the total number may not be less than a thousand.

  There is a Lingli casual repairer, who has already occupied a conspicuous place and set up a booth to start selling goods.

  With such a large flow of people, dozens of stalls quickly developed, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the business was very lively.

  But everyone is short of spirit stones, and they basically barter.

   "I heard that there are several hundred more famous loose cultivators than usual. I don't know if my meager cultivation level can make Qingfeng sect pay attention."

Opposite this temporary small market, a tea shed was propped up, and four people sat on a wooden table, all of whom came to open the mountain gate to the Qingfeng Gate, wanting to change the gate and become a Qingfeng gate. A disciple of Fengmen.

  The man who spoke looked to be in his thirties, and his facial features looked like a man's, only a pair of thick eyebrows were extremely eye-catching.

  Wearing a worn-out Taoist robe, although it was washed very clean, the corners of the clothes where the cleaning runes were embroidered were loose and scattered, which still exposed his embarrassing financial situation.

   "Why should you be worried, Xiaoyou Lu? Although a large number of monks from other counties have moved in this year, I think the emperor will understand the hard work of us local monks in Montenegro and give more consideration when dividing the number of places."

  Sitting opposite, a gray-haired old man pouted in disdain, motioning to look across.

   "A group of outlanders want to grab our spot!"

  Outside the tea shed, more than a dozen rogue cultivators walked by together, each with a magic weapon in their hands, with a **** murderous look on their bodies. They were just rogue cultivators who had moved from other counties.

   "Of course you don't have to worry, Mr. Tong. He has a craft of spiritual planting. He was once employed as a spiritual farmer in the Xiuxian family, and he has the experience of independently looking after ten acres of spiritual fields."

  Lu Song sighed, his two thick eyebrows almost joined together due to anxiety.

"Casual cultivators with a skill are the most popular in the Qingfeng Sect, and they are sure to be a handyman disciple. It's not like me, in my early thirties, I only have the fourth level of Qi Refining, and I haven't mastered a single skill... If I were an immortal master of the Qingfeng Sect, I will never recruit such a waste to get started!"

  The new casual cultivators who moved out of the country basically have the middle stage of Qi refining. Even the masters in the late stage of Qi refining sat in the tea shed for half an hour and saw two of them.

  No matter how low the cultivation base is, they basically died on the way to escape, and they couldn't persist in coming to Heishan County.

  Lu Song's cultivation is not outstanding, and his age has no advantage. In previous years, when there was not much competition, he still had the opportunity to be a handyman disciple.

  But in this mountain gate recruiting ceremony, the competitiveness is not as good as that of the third-level Qi refining old man Tong.

  A monk like Lu Song can't create value for Qingfeng Sect at all, and he doesn't have much potential at this age.

   Unlike Old Tong, as soon as he enters the sect, he can play a role and take care of the Lingtian.

   "Haha, I'm going to be sixty soon, if I can really become a disciple of Shangzong's handyman, this life will be worth it!"

  Old man Tong stroked his goatee, finding a sense of superiority.

  The four of them just met three days ago on the way to Qingfeng Gate, because casual cultivators gathered and the flow of people was chaotic. Although there is the threat of the Qingfeng Sect signboard, and there are sect disciples patrolling with swords everywhere, but there is no guarantee that there will be a bold Jiexiu, so the four people agreed to move here together.

  This Lu Song relied on his mid-stage Qi-refining cultivation in the past two days, so he looked down upon Old Tong's cultivation and spoke contemptuously.

  After all, when it was the most relaxed time in the past, it was safe for casual cultivators to cultivate as a handyman disciple.

  Lu Song originally had an unrealistic dream of ascending to heaven, but when he came near the mountain gate and saw the monks all over the mountains and plains, as well as casual practitioners in the mid-stage of Qi refining, he instantly became a frosted eggplant.

  Even if recruiting the most low-level handyman disciples, Qingfeng Sect seems to have countless better choices than him.

  However, when Old Man Tong turned his eyes to the sides, that sense of superiority immediately disappeared.

   "Of course, the most stable person here is little brother Bai! You are less than seventeen years old and the fourth level of Qi refining. I really don't know how you practiced, brother. Maybe it started in the womb!"

  Old man Tong exaggeratedly yelled, blowing his beard and staring.

  This young man surnamed Bai has good features and a slender figure. Although he can't be called handsome, he has a calm demeanor and is very comfortable in his behavior and conversation.

  Looking at the young man, Lu Song was also filled with emotion: "Yes, at this age, little brother Bai has the same level of cultivation as me. Maybe he can directly become an outer disciple... When we become prosperous in the future, you must support us."

   "A few fellow daoists are exaggerating. I think there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the registered monks. It's my turn to stand out."

  Bai Zichen said with a smile while drinking the dull Fancha.

  A week ago, he packed up his clothes and saluted. After bidding farewell to the elders, he set off to Qingfengmen by himself, and came to be the inner disciple according to the agreement that day.

   It was the first time for Bai Zichen to go out alone for a walk, and when he was not far from Qingfengmen, he saw many teams of loose cultivators.

   According to him, he has practiced with an elder since he was a child, traveled all over the world, and has no fixed residence.

  Cultivation, I just refined the fourth level of Qi.

  However, this level of cultivation, coupled with Bai Zichen's age, is still enviable among casual cultivators. The three people in the company all believe that he can securely accept a spot as a Qingfeng Sect disciple.

   As for whether it is a handyman disciple or an outer disciple, it depends on the specific situation of the Qingfeng Sect's opening of the mountain gate this time.

  (end of this chapter)