Cultivate with an African God

It was dusk when they arrived at Chang Gung Hall.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell into the Changgeng Palace, but there was not even a speck of dust.

Several statues are bathed in this evening light, the statues are carved lifelike, with a natural expression, it seems to be a bit out of this world when you look closely, and your mind seems to become clear when you look at it.

There was only one thin old man guarding the Chang Gung Hall. The thin old man had a very leisurely posture, leaning on a chair with half-closed eyes, and the deacon disciple brought a group of people over, but he didn't even open his eyes to look over.

Until the deacon disciple went over and saluted: "Meet the master."

Everyone was shocked. All the people they had seen with a higher level of cultivation were either charming or powerful. This old man didn't seem to have any sense of immortality, nor did he have the slightest majesty to be in charge of a large sect. Their leader!

A group of people imitated the deacon's disciple's salute in a jagged manner. The sect leader nodded and said, "You have passed the entrance test, and you will be real Yunfu disciples from then on. The Yunfu sect has always paid no attention to etiquette, so you don't need to be so nervous."

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

The head of the sect walked out of the Chang Gung Hall. The setting sun outside the hall was boundless, and the large expanse of cloud sea was gilded by the setting sun. Under the setting sun at dusk, a stone monument stood quietly outside the hall.

The headmaster walked up to the stele and watched quietly with his hands behind his back.The surroundings were silent, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

The stele has been eroded by wind and rain for many years, and it no longer has the edges and corners of the past, but the words engraved on the stele are still clear.

"This is the handwriting of the Yunfu Sect patriarch, engraved on it is my Yunfu Sect's entrance oath," the headmaster suddenly turned to look at them, and asked in a deep voice, "In front of this monument, making an oath connects cause and effect. Don't violate it, are you still willing to get started?"

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the stone tablet, some words were clearly visible, but some words were hidden in the dark, maybe no one could fully see the entrance oath, but everyone responded decisively and said in unison: "The disciple is willing."

The headmaster glanced at them again, against the light, his outline was covered with a hazy halo, the headmaster's eyes brushed across the faces of the disciples like water, and the expression did not know whether it was pity or expectation.After a brief silence, the headmaster nodded to the deacon disciple, who walked into the Chang Geng Hall knowingly, and came out holding an ancient scroll in a short while.

The pages of the scroll had turned yellow, with a thick smell of dust and vegetation.Mu Xinghe had heard before that senior cultivators used jade slips to record things, but he never thought that the Yunfu Sect would be so back to basics.

"This is the sect file." Someone said in a low voice.

The deacon disciple unfolded the yellowed scroll, and the smell of ink and dust scattered all over the floor as if shaken off by him.

He recited the ancient oath in a low voice, his voice was low, echoing inside and outside Chang Geng Hall.Outside Chang Gung Hall, on the bluestone slabs, the disciples knelt down one after another, as if driven by some indescribable force, repeating the entrance oath that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"As a cultivator, I enter this Taoist gate and search for a ray of life in the boundless world. From the heart to the Tao, I will study the mystery with painstaking efforts, regardless of appearance, appearance, fame, and do not avoid hardships, hardships, and calamities. , see the mountains and rivers and everything; experience the torrents of the years, and understand the true nature of the original heart. Travel thousands of miles, seek up and down, form the supreme magic, and prove the great way of nothingness."

Long live the future, the pines and cypresses leave a sound.

"Keep the supreme wonderful method, prove the great way of nothingness—"

The world is silent, as if only this voice remains forever.

Those voices are long or short, some are fledgling voices and some have been wandering for many years. They all seem to be integrated at this moment, reciting the thousand-year vow in unison.

The setting sun shone heavily outside Chang Gung Hall, dyeing everything with a gentle color.Large clusters of clouds were dyed a touch of gold, and the smoke from the peak was billowing, presenting a kind of twilight like in a dream.The coolness fell down layer by layer like tulle, and when all the voices fell silent, a bell suddenly rang in the depths of the distant mountains.

Seven deep bells rang through the clouds and mountains, disrupting the silence at dusk. The birds were startled by the bells, and flew up from the branches and leaves, breaking through layers of red clouds.

The sun was about to lose its brilliance, and some faint rays fell on Mu Xinghe's eyebrows. In the rays, his eyes were amber-like in color, shimmering uncertainly like a lake where egrets flew over.The boy's outline is still immature, with a hint of cynical malice and casualness, as if he has never experienced hardships, or maybe the crisis has long been hidden in his body, he is still so relaxed and calm.

The dust and twilight seemed to condense into one, turning into tiny words and falling on the ancient scroll.

The vastness of the world, the insignificance of a mote of dust, the sect files are gently closed, and their names will last forever with the Yunfu sect along with the dust of the years.Many years later, they still remember this day.

Since then, their names have been associated with the Yunfu faction.

The sky is wild and wide, and the sunset is infinite.The deacons and disciples left holding the files, but the head was still standing in front of them.

The head of the sect stood with his hands behind his back, with a sea of ​​clouds behind him, he said slowly: "These are the words handed down by the founder of the mountain. As the current head, I also have a few words to say."

Mu Xinghe's scalp tingled when he heard this sentence. When he was a student, what he was most afraid of was this kind of leader's speech. For some reason, those leaders have unlimited energy and can talk for an hour or two at a time. With stop.

But the master was beyond his expectation and spoke very briefly.

"The Yunfu sect has been passed down for thousands of years, not because of some supreme skills, nor because of the efforts of some peerless powerhouses, but because of the mutual support and participation of the disciples of the sect for thousands of years. Yunfu rebelled these years You have a lot of disciples, if one day your Dao diverges from the sect's way, don't forget the friendship you helped each other in the Yunfu Sect back then."

After the ceremony, the disciples also went down the mountain one after another. In order to celebrate each other's entry into the inner door and to get acquainted with each other, they found some drinks and food, lit a bonfire by the riverside on the mountainside, and talked in twos and threes.

They are still talking about what they saw and felt today, discussing today's exciting competition, talking about the initiation ceremony not long ago, and talking about the head, some people said: "This head is so strange, he said later that it seems that some of us will betray Yunfu Pie is the same hahahahaha, who would be so stupid."

He said so, but he couldn't stop looking at Mu Xinghe from the corner of his eyes, the meaning was very obvious.After all, Mu Xinghe was the one who was reported in public for his demon skills. Everyone here has devoted a lot of time and effort to practice, and it is common to waste many years, but this person relied on demon skills and was able to enter the inner sect in the first year , is really dissatisfying.

Mu Xinghe was looked at by several people, and he looked very calm. He said leisurely: "That's right, the Yunfu faction has a great career and is number one in the world. Who would be willing to betray..." He said this and said nothing If it was the same, he took another chicken leg and gnawed on it, as if he didn't feel that the atmosphere was wrong at all.

At this time, Ren Jing suddenly said: "The head of the sect is indeed a bit of a maverick. At the beginning, a very important disciple of our Yunfu betrayed the sect and joined the magic way, and other sects came to ask Yunfu to speak out, take responsibility, and arrest him together. , the head of the sect came out slowly at that time, and said, it was his master he stabbed, not you and me, his master is not in a hurry, why should we be nervous for others."

Someone in Ren Jing's family is a master of Jindan, so he naturally knows a little more than ordinary disciples like them. Now that this is said, the disciples are all silent, listening to Ren Jing's talk about the past of this sect.

"Then others refused to accept it, and some people said that the person who joined the demonic way will cause endless disasters, and the disasters must be eliminated before he is fledgling. If you Yunfu sect is so indulgent, you will return the tiger to the mountain. After hearing this, the headmaster said slowly, the devil cultivates the Tao. Cultivating monsters, cultivating swords, three thousand ways, which one is not cultivating truth? Your cultivation is different from Yunfu sect. Can I say that you are evil demons and heretics who will kill you? They are all seeking longevity and truth. Whoever has time to see a person joins the magic way will take care of it. For those big sects of magic cultivation, don’t we politely invite them to the Dharma meeting? In the end he said, come on, whoever blocks the way can deal with it by himself. The rules in this world are like this, no one can say a word of no, and it is shameful to borrow a banner to deal with a junior."

Ren Jing drank his saliva, and then slowly said: "So this brother rebelled and rebelled. It seems that Yunfu Sect has never had this person since then. Even if he became a demon king later, other sects never came to fight Yunfu Sect again. idea."

It was the first time for everyone to hear such secrets, and they couldn't help being amazed.

Mu Xinghe brought a piece of fruit wine and drank it without a sip. He thought more than others.

The Yunfu faction did not erase the traces of that person, at least his courtyard is still vacant, as if waiting for the return of the master.Mu Xinghe didn't know whether he was grateful for that person's previous contribution to Yunfu or had some other purpose, but he knew that the headmaster's words could only be used once.The reason why other sects are quiet is because the Yunfu Sect is at its peak and is a well-known orthodox sect. It still has power in this world. If there is another person like this, the Yunfu Sect will definitely not be able to keep it.

It's just that Mu Xinghe didn't understand the deep meaning of what the headmaster said to his disciples at the time.Those days in Yunfu were Mu Xinghe's loneliest time, he still didn't know what is to help each other, what is the friendship of sect.

The author has something to say:

There are still many things Mu Xinghe doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter, life is a continuous learning process^^