Yang Di felt very regretful and sighed: "Then find a quieter place on Tianxian Mountain and just take things as they come. Anyway, I'm not the kind of picky person."
Taoist Yuan Zheng was embarrassed again. This boy asked to open his own dojo in the Immortal Mountain as soon as he entered. Such an excessive request, but he still had the nerve to say such things.
"Haha, by the way, where is the inner court hall?" Yang Di changed the subject and asked, looking up now, he saw that it was still far away from the top of Tianxian Mountain.
In fact, Yang Di was wondering why the old man didn't fly up with him. It could be said to be a test when he first started, but it seems unnecessary now, right?
But in fact, Yang Di still doesn't know that this is a special rule of the two monasteries. For the disciples who are cultivating, they are not allowed to fly to the sky and escape in the celestial monastery at will, and they must keep their feet on the ground.
Moreover, this Great Wall-like stone staircase is not just a decoration. It has the immortal charm of the Great Dao. It is said that it contains the true breath of the source of Taoism. Whether you are a disciple or a disciple, it is very beneficial to walk on it frequently.
It’s not that it’s completely incapable of flying, but it requires special circumstances. It’s actually possible to fly now, but Taoist Yuan Zheng was probably angry and deliberately took Yang Di up to give him a hard time.
The old man said expressionlessly: "The Inner Court Hall is the direct manager of the foreign affairs and ordinary internal affairs of the Celestial Academy. On weekdays, all the affairs of the Celestial Academy are basically handled by the Inner Court Hall. As long as there are no problems, the old man said without any expression. If it is important enough to alert the headmaster and respected master, it will be handled by the Inner Court Hall."
The two courtyards are aloof and supreme. The masters of these two behemoths are almost the pillars of this world. They also study the Tao on weekdays and will not come out to give orders easily.
Through the old man's explanation, Yang Di knew that the existence of the Inner Court Hall was almost equivalent to a substantive administrative organization, responsible for handling various trivial and routine issues. Only major events that have a far-reaching impact on the two courts would be dealt with by the Inner Court. Ask the giants at the higher level for instructions.
Yang Di asked curiously: "Since there is an inner courtyard, there should also be an outer courtyard, right?"
"Haha, of course, those elders with authority and in charge of affairs at all levels are members of the outer court. If it is a problem within the sect, the inner court is generally only responsible for making a final decision. Most of the time, people from the outer court are still responsible for the execution." Taoist Yuan Zheng. He smiled calmly.
He is an apostolic elder and a member of the inner court, so he has never been involved in guiding new disciples to familiarize themselves with canon rules and regulations, as well as in arranging various basic details.
He even didn't say much about the previous dispute in the woods. Apart from taking away the brat, the law enforcement elders were always handling the problems at the scene.
These are the two courtyards. The academic style has created that even though they are cultivators, they still do everything in an orderly manner, and the various figures in the courtyard will not easily exceed their authority.
To Yang Di's expectation, the inner court hall was not on the top of Tianxian Mountain, but on a flat and huge cliff a few floors down from the top of the mountain.
There is a tall ancient palace there, which is quite grand and surrounded by clouds and smoke, like a palace in the mountains.
Going up the white jade steps, the two of them soon entered the palace.
The interior of the palace has the layout of an ancient temple, with many cultivators' sacrificial utensils. In the courtyard in front of the main palace, there is a large stone furnace with purple smoke rising and a refreshing aroma.
Yang Di smelled it carefully and smacked his tongue and said: "You old men are very good at enjoying it. You actually burn red sandalwood and jade incense here all day long."
Red sandalwood and jade incense is a very precious medicine that is worth a lot of money. During important moments of practice, ordinary monks often gnash their teeth and bleed heavily to buy some and burn them back in the practice place.
The curling smoke clouds drifting by can make people feel ethereal physically and mentally, and quickly enter the state of mind.
But here, the purple clouds of smoke billowing from the big stone furnace almost filled the entire palace with that aura, which was quite luxurious.
Later, Yang Di was even more dumbfounded. There was a cliff dozens of meters away from the side of the incense burner. It was not blocked by the courtyard wall, but was built inside the courtyard wall to its advantage.
The cliff is mottled with vicissitudes of life, covered with thick moss, and a waterfall falls down, forming a natural pool there.
The water in the pool gurgled and passed through the yard. There were many little creatures in it that made Yang Di drool.
Those old men actually raised a lot of rare treasures here, many of which Yang Di had only heard of in legends. In addition, on the cliff, the clouds were floating, and there were some plants that were vaguely pearlescent and bright in color, and bursts of medicinal fragrance floated from time to time.
Among them is an old tree, rooted in the cracks of the bare cliffs. It is tall and vigorous. Its bark is like armor. From time to time, it breathes clouds and mist, like a fairy tree. Its branches and leaves are as bright as jade needles, and there are several jade fruits hanging on it, as if
It is as green as a majestic one, and exudes an extraordinary Taoist charm, which is intoxicating.
But it was not a fairy tree, but a tall holy tree. Yang Di was immediately shocked. It was hard to imagine that the holy medicine could actually grow to such a huge size, as tall and tall as an ancient pine in the mountains.
Taoist Yuan Zheng stopped, looked at the holy tree, and said with a proud smile: "That is a fairy pine, which has existed for endless years. In this world, it is almost the oldest holy tree, and it is a natural tree.
The holy medicine has been transformed many times since then. If it can transform into a spirit in the future, it is very likely that it will achieve enlightenment."
"Gulu!" Yang Di swallowed. Thinking about a sacred pine tree that has the opportunity to transform into a spirit and achieve enlightenment is shocking. The foundation of Tianxian Yuan is really scary.
He subconsciously asked: "Can those jade fruits be picked?"
Taoist Yuan Zheng's face froze, and then he said angrily: "You bastard, do you want to die? The immortal pine is here, and we all respect it like a god. How dare you pick the fruit? Aren't you afraid that a group of old immortals in the immortal courtyard will fight for you?"
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These words really scared the old man. The fairy pine has an extraordinary status in the fairy garden, just like the spiritual roots of the Tianxian Mountain.
Now the fairy pine has been in the stage of transforming into spirits for a long time, and it is becoming more and more extraordinary. It is not easy to transform plant creatures into spirits, especially the holy medicine. Every step requires the creation of heaven and earth.
This old fairy pine is famous in the world. It is regarded as one of the ancient totems of the fairy garden. It grew here countless years ago.
Even the senior officials of the Immortal Academy do not dare to regard the Old Immortal Pine as a medicine. They, the elders of the Inner Academy, are in awe of it and often gain enlightenment under the Old Immortal Pine.
Now this kid is standing here, talking nonsense, which is really annoying. Fortunately, those stubborn old guys are not here, otherwise they would not only slap this brat to death.
Because in the past, many important figures in the Immortal Academy understood important truths under the old fairy pine. Later, their strength improved by leaps and bounds. They were also grateful to the old fairy pine and could not tolerate others desecrating them.
Seeing that the old man was so nervous, Yang Di reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the jade fruit of the old holy tree and said nonchalantly: "Old man, why are you excited? I'm just talking. Besides, it's not like I haven't picked the holy fruit before." , I don’t care about your treasure.”
"Don't brag, kid. How many holy medicines can there be in the world, and how many can produce holy fruits?" Taoist Yuan Zheng scoffed, naturally not believing it.
Whether it is a magical medicine, a precious medicine or a holy medicine, those that can bear fruit for a long time and drip with the essence are unique treasures.
Holy medicine is extremely precious to begin with, and there are very few that can produce holy fruit like this. Looking at the entire secret world, there are only a handful of them.