Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

Zhou Yun frowned, and his eyes became more and more puzzled.

What do you mean by death?
The old man seemed unwilling to say more, and just stared at Zhou Yun.

He obviously has no eyes, but Zhou Yun can see that the spirit of the old man is staring at him.

Until, the old man suddenly softened.

"Uncle Master!"

Mao Xiaofang and others discovered what was wrong with the old man.

Zhou Yun also noticed the strangeness of the old man, and grabbed the old man's hand with his backhand.

The old man staggered, and the rotten air almost gushed out directly.

But on the eve of this outbreak.

"Wong..."

It seems that there is a gust of wind blowing into Tianfu Palace, and what is delivered is the boundless incense.

The incense burns around, and the old man tightens his exhausted hand suddenly.

Holding the branch, he slammed it hard, and immediately the whole person stood still.

Until the appearance of falling down when the wind blows was restored, the strong and decadent aura of the old man was also suppressed.

"call……"

The old man let out a long breath.

"It's not time for me to leave. Regardless of the final outcome of the dilapidated situation, the end of the era needs a witness, and I am that witness."

The old man murmured in a low voice, and turned around holding the branch.

Zhou Yun's eyes were full of doubts, but he subconsciously let go of the old man's hand.

Immediately, the old man walked to the back of the statue step by step.

The rest of the people looked at the old man without saying a word, even Mao Xiaofang quietly watched the old man disappear behind the statue.

Immediately, Zhou Yun looked up at the others, and this matter was full of doubts for him.

The doubt in Zhou Yun's eyes naturally fell into the eyes of other people.

"Brother, all doubts will be answered by brother later."

Mao Xiaofang broke the silence, turned around and walked under the statue.

There are two futons standing under the stone statue.

Mao Xiaofang walked slowly and sat on the futon on the left.

The only young man in the crowd walked over and sat on the futon beside Mao Xiaofang.

After sitting on the futon, the other elders lined up on both sides

All eyes fell on Zhou Yun.

"Mao Yun."

Mao Xiaofang spoke softly, the voice was not loud, but there was a trace of ethereal sound in the reverberation of the palace.

Zhou Yun suppressed the doubts in his eyes, bowed slightly and stood in the middle of the palace with Tai Chi Yin.

"Master accepted you as an apprentice when he was dying, and he never brought you back to the mountain, nor did he tell the world. It's your fault." Mao Xiaofang said softly.

Zhou Yun straightened up slightly upon hearing the sound, looked at Mao Xiaofang and did not speak.

"Now that you have returned to the mountain, what do you think about returning to the temple?" Mao Xiaofang continued.

Zhou Yun raised his head slowly.

If it is said that Zhou Yun did not have much sense of belonging to Maoshan before.

If you have a choice, get busy with what you are doing.

Zhou Yun wanted to see how far Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai could go under his command.

But when I met Mao Zhen before, the relationship between master and apprentice is here.

Moreover, Maoshan's luck is like a dragon, as well as what happened just now, all of which are puzzling.

Moreover, Zhou Yun could faintly feel that returning to Maoshan this time was for him.

Incomparably important.

"Let senior brother decide." Zhou Yun said softly.

Hearing the sound, Mao Xiaofang nodded, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his ethereal face.

"That's great." Mao Xiaofang nodded.

On the side, an old man with white hair sat up on the futon on the left.

Holding a square order in his hand, the old man went under the statue and flicked his sleeves.

Fang Ling swayed a layer of dense light, which echoed with the statue.

Finally, a ray of incense light appeared, and a sky curtain was erected like this.

In the light curtain, numerous names flickered.

Near the end, Zhou Yun saw the names of Mao Xiaofang, Mao Wu and others.

"Disciple of Maoshan, Mao Yun!" the old man turned his head and shouted in a deep voice.

Zhou Yun immediately understood and knelt on the ground with a flick of his skirt.

"Born in the year of Yihai, Mao Zhen, the 135th generation disciple of Maoshan, was accepted as an apprentice at the end of his life. He was six years old at the time. The earth is turbid, let all directions tell you!"

There was a grand sound in the old man's voice, which didn't sound rich.

But at this time, the entire Maoshan shook violently, and countless incenses swept across the sky crazily

Halfway up the mountain, in a palace.

Lin Jiu was in the palace with Qiusheng and Wencai, but he just stood on the sidelines full of restraint.

In addition to Lin Jiu and others, there are dozens of Maoshan disciples in this palace.

These disciples were curious, doubtful, and disdainful about the appearance of Lin Jiu and others.

All kinds of expressions were not concealed, so that the three of them were full of unease.

Lin Jiu has outstanding prestige in the outer sect, but he is really not a figure in the inner sect.

The distinction between inside and outside is not just a name, but more often a difference in identity.

Take the present as an example, the hundreds of people at the foot of Maoshan Mountain.

At this time, they are all staying at the halfway up the mountain, and they are not even qualified for the upper halfway up.

And the reason why Lin Jiu came here was because the elder who preached the law in this palace was once one of his juniors.

Lin Jiu didn't know where to go when he got down from the top of the mountain, so he wanted to find this junior brother, at least he had a place to stay.

But I didn't expect the three of them to stand here, but they were obviously out of place.

Faintly, someone seemed to be singing in my ear: "I was eighteen that year, standing like..."

But after all, at this age, Lin Jiu can still hold back.

But behind him, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were honest, completely honest.

Honestly, it's almost pathetic.

The two of them didn't dare to move, and they didn't dare to kick their mouths out of breath.

Suddenly this time.

"Ok!"

A Taoist priest in his 40s raised his head
He was Lin Jiu's former junior, and also a preaching elder in the teaching hall.

"The scent of incense has increased for a few minutes, and a great event has happened in Maoshan!" The preaching elder stood up excitedly.

The rest of the inner disciples also whispered to each other.

On the side, Lin Jiu also laughed when he heard this.

There is no one else except Shi Shu for this happy event.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiu couldn't help but look up into the distance, with a smug smile on his face.

mountain top.

Inside Tianfu Palace.

Zhou Yun seemed to be bathed in the scent of incense all over the sky, and at the same time, he seemed to faintly see beyond time and space.

There was a pair of gentle eyes looking at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun blinked his eyes, but he was not sure whether it was his illusion or...

After a few breaths, the incense dissipated.

But Zhou Yunneng felt that he and Mao Shan seemed to be fused together.

"Is this a fusion of my luck and Maoshan luck?"

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

The luck of the ascetics, all those who are powerful are people with great luck.

Entering the Taoist door requires talent, wisdom, and opportunity, all of which are indispensable.

And on the road of cultivating the Tao, if you can gain something and achieve something, it is one in a hundred, and thousands of people rush to the beach.

Naturally, as long as you are a powerful person, you must have great luck.

Now Zhou Yun could feel his luck blending into Maoshan.

Although I dare not say how much Maoshan has been strengthened, it also has a taste of sharing weal and woe.

"Entry is complete!"

The old man flicked his sleeves, and the dense light fell back into Fang Ling.

The other Maoshan elders were all looking at Zhou Yun at this moment, their eyes were a little more kind than before.

Although it is fleeting, it is also expressed.

"Junior brother, you should already know my identity. I am the current owner of Maoshan Mountain. The person next to me is my apprentice Mao Xiaoyun, the 138th generation head teacher of Maoshan Mountain." Mao Xiaofang said softly.

The young man in his 30s immediately stood up.

He didn't greet Zhou Yun before, not because he didn't respect Zhou Yun.

Rather, as a head teacher, he represented Maoshan.

Zhou Yun has not entered the ancestral hall yet.

So he has intentions, but he can't lose the status of the head teacher.

Now with Zhou Yun's entry into the sect, naturally everything is logical.

"Mao Xiaoyun, I met my uncle!" The young man bowed.

Zhou Yun immediately smiled and nodded.

This Mao Xiaoyun is much younger than Lin Jiu, and now he has entered the celestial master realm, which shows his talent.

Subconsciously, Zhou Yun had a golden light in his eyes, wanting to see how extraordinary Mao Xiaoyun was.

But seeing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but froze his smile.

There was a crack in Mao Xiaoyun's soul.

Such a gap was left by a blow from an external force.

The rest of the people naturally noticed the change in Zhou Yun's expression, and couldn't help but feel a bit more embarrassed.

And this also made Zhou Yun notice the other people, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at everyone.

But seeing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help being terrified.

Everyone sitting here has cracks in their souls.

Either light or heavy.

But no one was spared.