Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 45 The mountain gate is wide open

Wei Dao was dressed in a plain Taoist robe without any decoration. He sat down in the center of the throne room.

“I have wasted a hundred years without achieving much. I am deeply honored that so many Taoist friends are here at the banquet today!”

Wei Dao has been the head of the Qingfeng Sect for forty years. He has sole authority and authority, and no one in the sect refuses to obey him.

At this time, he raised a jade statue, saluted the guests from afar, and drank it all in one gulp.

 “He Wei’s leader’s road will be evergreen, and his life will be as long as the sky!”

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

Even the foundation-building cultivator of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, who had always looked indifferent, made a toast after everyone raised their glasses.

 “Let’s have a party!”

After drinking and drinking, Wei Dao clapped his hands, and exquisite spiritual meals were served one after another.

 For a time, the whole hall was full of guests and hosts enjoying themselves.

At the end of the birthday banquet, Wei Dao went on stage to talk about his Taoist cultivation experience.

 At the monks' birthday banquet, it has been a tradition in Mizhou for thousands of years to preach their cultivation experience and reward the guests.

 It does not involve exercises or spells, it is just Wei Dao’s understanding of the Dao, which is as mysterious as it is mysterious.

Everyone in the audience was confused. Only the foundation-building cultivators of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect and a few late-stage foundation-building cultivators looked upright and listened attentively.

It is said that in ancient times, foundation building was the beginning of the path to immortality, while elixir formation was a leap in the essence of life, touching on the true meaning of the great road.

What Wei Dao explained was his partial understanding of the Great Dao. Those who were not at a higher level were of course just like listening to a book from heaven.

 …

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 casual cultivators in Heishan County, these days are important life-changing days.

 The Qingfeng Gate opens its gate once every ten years, and the day to recruit disciples from the entire county is not far away.

 As long as your background is clean and you have not committed any crime, you are eligible to run for election. ,

 Every year, nearly a hundred lucky casual cultivators become disciples and complete what they call the process of leaping through the Dragon Gate.

Outside the Qingfeng Sect, groups of casual cultivators can be seen on every hilltop. The total number is probably no less than a thousand.

 There are smart casual cultivators who have occupied a conspicuous place, set up stalls, and started selling goods.

With such a large flow of people, dozens of stalls were quickly developed. There was a constant flow of people coming and going, and the business was bustling.

However, everyone is short of spiritual stones, so they basically barter.

“I heard that there are hundreds more registered casual cultivators than usual this time. I don’t know if Qingfeng Sect, with my modest cultivation level, can take this seriously.”

Opposite this temporary small market, a tea shed was set up. Four people were sitting on one of the wooden tables. They all came to the Qingfeng Gate to open the mountain gate. They wanted to change the gate and become a Qingfeng Gate. Disciple of Fengmen.

The man who spoke looked to be in his thirties, with average-looking facial features, except for a pair of thick eyebrows that stood out.

 Wearing a tacit robe that is not old but not old, although it has been washed very clean, the clean runes embroidered on the corners of the robe are loose and untied, which still exposes his difficult financial situation.

"Why should you worry, little friend Lu? Although a large number of monks from other counties have moved in this year, I think the Shangzong will definitely understand the hard work of the local monks from Montenegro like me and give more consideration when allocating the quotas."

A gray-haired old man sitting opposite raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, motioning to look across.

 “A group of foreigners want to take our place!”

Outside the tea shed, more than a dozen casual cultivators were passing by, each holding a magic weapon in their hands and with **** murderous aura on their bodies. They were the casual cultivators who had moved from other counties.

“Old man Tong, of course you don’t have to worry. He has a skill in spiritual planting. He was once employed as a spiritual farmer in a cultivating immortal family, and he has the experience of independently caring for ten acres of spiritual land.”

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

"Rogue cultivators with special skills are the most popular in the Qingfeng Sect, and they are almost certain to become a handyman disciple. Unlike me, who is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining in my early thirties and has not mastered a single skill... I am the immortal master of the Qingfeng Sect. You won’t recruit such a useless person!”

The newly arrived casual cultivators who have moved abroad are basically all in the middle stage of Qi refining. Even the great 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 level is, they will basically die on the way to escape and will not be able to make it to Heishan County.

Lu Song's cultivation is not outstanding, and his age has no advantage. In previous years, when the competition was not great, he would still have the opportunity to become a handyman disciple.

 But in this mountain sect recruitment ceremony, his competitiveness is not as good as that of Old Tong, who is only at the third level of Qi Refining.

Monks like Lu Song can't create value for Qingfeng Sect at all, and they don't have much potential at this age.

Unlike Old Man Tong, he can play a role as soon as he joins the sect and take care of the spiritual field.

“Haha, I’m almost sixty. If I can really become a servant disciple of the Shang Sect, my life will be worth it!”

 Old man Tong stroked his goatee and felt a sense of superiority.

The four of them had just met three days ago on the way to Qingfeng Gate. Because of the gathering of casual cultivators, the flow of people was chaotic. Although there was the intimidation of Qingfeng Sect and the sect disciples patrolling with swords, there was no guarantee that there would be a daring Jie Xiu, so the four of them agreed to move here together.

This Lu Song relied on his cultivation in the middle stage of Qi refining in the past two days. He looked down upon Old Tong's cultivation and spoke with contempt.

After all, during the most relaxed times in the past, it was safe for a casual cultivator to become a handyman disciple based on this practice.

Lu Song originally had an unrealistic dream of ascending to heaven, but when he came to the mountain gate and saw the monks all over the mountain, as well as the casual cultivators in the middle stage of Qi refining everywhere, he instantly became a frozen eggplant.

Even when it comes to recruiting the most junior servant disciples, Qingfeng Sect seems to have countless choices that are better than him.

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

"Of course, the most stable person here is Brother Bai! You are at the fourth level of Qi Refining when you are less than seventeen years old. I really don't know how you practiced, brother. Could it have started in your mother's womb!"

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

This young man surnamed Bai has regular features and a slender figure. Although he is not very handsome, his demeanor is calm and his behavior and conversation are very comfortable.

Lu Song looked at the young man and sighed with emotion: "Yes, Brother Bai is as good as me at this young age. Maybe he can become an outer disciple directly... When he becomes prosperous in the future, he must support us."

“A few fellow Taoists are exaggerating. I think there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the monks who have signed up. It’s not my turn to take the lead.”

Bai Zichen said with a smile while drinking the weak Fan tea.

A week ago, he packed up and bowed, bid farewell to his elders, and set out for Qingfeng Sect on his own to become the inner disciple as agreed that day.

It was the first time Bai Zichen went out alone for a walk. Not far from Qingfeng Gate, he saw many groups of casual cultivators. He simply lowered his sword light and changed his identity and pretended to be an ordinary young cultivator.

 In his words, he has been practicing with an elder since he was a child, traveling all over the country and having no fixed residence.

Do you want to do it, just refine the four floors.

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

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

 (End of this chapter)