Mahayana is the only way for practitioners to pass.
After the Mahayana, it was the period of tribulation, and in this way, it was not far from the little disciple's journey through tribulation.
Thinking that the little disciple would fly to the immortal to overcome the tribulation soon, Lian Shun felt a little sad.
It has been half a year since the young disciple came to him, but he has not been able to calculate the future of this child yet.
He has been dragging Ziwei Xingjun to do something, and there is no news yet.
I went to Ziwei Palace several times to inquire. In the empty hall, there was no sign of Xingjun except those disciples.
Lian had no way of knowing what day Qingyin's tribulation was, and what tribulation she had survived. For this reason, he was worried.
"Mahayana? So, the disciple will soon become an immortal?" Qingyin was looking forward to it when she became a fairy soon.
The master is the god. If she is a little fairy, she will not lose face if she follows her master in the future.
"Do you hope to become an immortal soon?" The little disciple was looking forward to it and fell into Lian's eyes.
Qingyin nodded and said without hesitation: "If a disciple can become an immortal, he will be qualified to be a master's disciple. He will not be verbal."
After hearing what she said, Lian seemed to understand something, curled up the corners of her lips, and a gentle look flashed across her brown eyes, "You don't have to care about other people's words. You will always be a disciple of your master, this is an unchangeable fact.
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It is noon, and the warm sun is empty.
The lotus stands behind the sunlight, and the golden halo forms an arc-shaped halo around him, colorful.
The lotus at this moment is like a god who appears in the world.
At that moment, Qingyin was in a state of distraction. She stared at Master Ruyu's cheeks, his eyebrows, his eyes, his lips, the charm was still there, the divine light was cluttered, the intoxicating people like wine...
Qingyin didn't hear what the master said later in this loss of mind.
When she came to her senses, the master had already entered the house.
In a flash, another month passed.
The most lively day in the fairy world is ushered in the Furong Banquet.
There are so many such banquets in the fairy world, and after a while, there will be similar banquets.
Of course, Lord Lian has never been disdainful to attend such a banquet.
But this year's Furong Banquet is different. Since Xiaobao heard about this from someone, Qingyin begged Lian to take her and take her to see it.
Although Qingyin is familiar with the fairy world, there are many places that have never been to.
What's more, there are many gods and immortals she doesn't even know.
She wanted to take this opportunity to increase her knowledge.
After half a day of soft and hard work, Lian finally agreed to take Xiaopai and Xiaobao to attend the Furong Banquet.
The Furong Banquet is set up in Shixiantai, where the fairy world holds banquets every day.
Lian took Qingyin and Xiaobao, and took the Golden Lotus down the thirty-twoth level of heaven, heading towards Shixiantai.
The God of Phantom Lotus, who has never attended various banquets, suddenly appeared at the Furong Banquet, shocking all the immortals and gods present.
Many fairies saw the rumored gods appearing, each showing shy gestures, hoping to attract Lian's attention.
"Follow me, don't get lost." Lian whispered to her little disciple, and she grew lotus step by step and walked into the bright red carpet.
"The little fairy pays homage to the God..."
"The little god pays homage to the god..."
All the immortals and gods salute.
Lian responded lightly, and the immortals and gods stood up straight, but they lost their initial excitement.
The God of Illusion Lotus is here, and the Dignified God of Judicial Heaven in the Divine Realm, who dares to be presumptuous in front of him?