Wang Rui has rarely appeared in public in the past fifty years, let alone such a grand event in the world of immortality. The people who come are all elites of their respective sects, such as the member of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect in front of him.
"I have met the king's leader, the poor monk Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect Yuan Kong." Yuan Kong saluted without any pretense. As a Nascent Soul monk, he took the initiative to put down his body and say hello to a Dan Jie monk, even if the other party was the leader of a sect.
A kind of elevation.
Wang Rui cupped his fists and saluted, and said, "Wang has met Master Yuankong."
"More than fifty years ago, when Headmaster Wang took over as headmaster, a poor monk came to congratulate him. Unexpectedly, when I saw him today, Headmaster Wang's demeanor remains the same without any sign of aging." Yuan Kong took the initiative to mention the two of them.
A trace of origin.
Wang Rui just remembered something, but he really couldn't remember clearly what happened more than fifty years ago. Moreover, he saw too many people on the day he took over as the leader, so he really didn't have a deep impression of this bald man, although he looked good.
Very handsome.
"No, Master Yuan Kong's style is even better than before." The two complimented each other, which deepened their impression.
Since Yuan Kong learned that both he and Wang Rui were ranked one or two on the list of strange people of the younger generation, he really started to pay attention to each other. However, Wang Rui was too low-key, and his reputation has not been obvious in the past fifty years. Although he is
The leader, however, is not as famous as the several rotating deacons and elders under his sect. He has now fallen out of the top ten on the list of strange people, and many people have almost forgotten his identity as the leader.
The two chatted for a few words and then separated. After all, they were not too familiar with each other. Besides, Wang Rui was more familiar with Jiuyang Guan, Hong Maple Valley, and Litian Sect. After all, there was a good friend in those three sects.
On the Buddhist side, there really isn't much of a good relationship.
After Yuan Kong left, Lu Nanzhai couldn't help but said: "Brother Wang, this monk is the future head of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. If you can make friends with him, he will be a great help in the future."
"Haha, thank you Brother Lu for the pointer, but I don't know much about Master Yuankong. Although I have heard some comments and rumors, I can't believe them to be true." Wang Rui seemed very calm, and he was very concerned about someone who could be as famous as Yuankong in the world of immortality.
Celebrities are not too keen on getting involved with each other. They have their own rules for making friends.
Lu Nanzhai shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, you are still as cautious as ever. I don't know what to say to you."
"We are brothers, so stop talking nonsense and let's go. I think everyone is almost gone." Wang Rui reminded that there were five people following him this time, namely Li Hongji, the guardian elder who also serves as the deacon elder.
, has long been an alchemy monk, achieved a breakthrough forty years ago, and is in the middle stage of alchemy.
In addition, there is the protector elder Chen Yan, who is also an elixir-forming monk. His cultivation level is slightly lower and he is in the early stage of elixir-forming.
The other three are Wang Rui's direct disciples: Lu Hu, a peak foundation-building monk; Tong Cheng, a peak foundation-building monk; Lei Minghe, a peak foundation-building monk.
These five people are Wang Rui's absolute confidants. Tong Ling originally wanted to come, but there was something going on in the family and he couldn't be distracted, so he had to give up.
Since he began to retreat more than fifty years ago, Wang Rui has once again entered a state of concentration in cultivation. In addition to refining a batch of Dingyan Pills on a regular basis and obtaining a large number of spiritual stones for the sect, the rest of the time is spent improving his cultivation.
As for Wang Rui's appearance, there is almost no change. Naturally, it is because he has taken the anti-aging pill. Even because he took a top-quality anti-aging pill that he occasionally refined, his current appearance is a few times better than that of Land Rover.
Disciple, you need to look younger.
Everyone who is close to Wang Rui has received a high-grade anti-aging pill. Li Hongji, Chen Yan, and Lei Minghe have already taken it. The three of them, Lu Lu, considering that they are still young, plan to wait until they are a hundred years old before taking it.
This time, not only the Xutian Sect was invited, but almost all the first-rate and second-rate sects in the world of immortality were invited. The four major sects hosted it and Jiuyang Temple was responsible for organizing it.
A grand event.
Wang Rui, led by Lu Nanzhai, quickly entered the meeting hall of Jiuyang Temple earlier than expected.
The main hall is very spacious, but those who can enter here are the talkers of each sect, most of them are the heads, followed by the deacon elders or supreme elders, etc., and finally the core disciples, the senior brothers or senior sisters of the sect.
of.
As a result, although a lot of people were reduced, when everyone arrived, Wang Rui's spiritual consciousness sensed that there were at least a thousand people, and most of the first-rate and second-rate sects had come.
Because Wang Rui lives in seclusion, not many monks around him know him, and naturally he doesn't know him very well. However, as a Dan-Jie monk, he is still respected by monks below Nascent Soul. Occasionally, some monks from small and medium-sized sects will get close to him, and everyone also
Make a fuss and make mistakes.
Suddenly, there was some commotion in the first few rows of the crowd, as if someone had come in. Wang Rui stopped talking to those people and looked up to the front.
A row of high-ranking monks wearing various colors and styles of robes came together, about twenty of them.
These monks obviously came from the four top sects. Among them, the monk from Jiuyang Temple was the easiest to identify. He was wearing some gorgeous and expensive robes and a dharma crown. Among them was his good friend Lu Nanzhai.
The leader, a silver-haired old Taoist, was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, and the three people around him were wearing purple Taoist robes. Lu Nanzhai and another old man from the same disciple were wearing dark blue Taoist robes.
Looking at the six or seven people next to them, they are a group of monks wearing apricot yellow robes. The leading monk is also wearing a red and gold cassock. But among these people, the most outstanding one is the monk wearing moon white robes.
A handsome monk, he was probably the lowest in seniority, standing at the end, but regardless of his appearance or temperament, coupled with his reputation whispered by people around him, it was difficult for people not to look at him. Wang Rui couldn't help but sigh.
The disciples of Jiuyang Temple and Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect stood in the middle, and there were more than ten people in total. The other two sides were people from Litian Sect and Red Maple Valley.
The four people standing on the right side of Jiuyang Temple, three women and one man, were all dressed in red robes. Among them, Wang Rui saw another friend, Li Changqing, still holding a flute in his hand and looking like a handsome and suave man.
The four people on the left side of the Wanfo Sect are from the Litian Sect. They are also two men and two women. They are all dressed in black and gold brocade robes. Two of them even wear black masks, which makes them look different.
Wang Rui also saw his friend Qiu Ling in the Litian Sect. At this time, Qiu Ling seemed to have a much more mature temperament. She had the demeanor of a senior sister, but she didn’t know if she was also mature on the inside. The leader was a man wearing a black
The woman wearing a mask has sharp and bright eyes.
These people are the representatives of the four major sects hosting this conference, and they are also representatives of the top forces in the world of immortality today.
"I'm very grateful to all of you for taking the trouble to come here. Some of my colleagues and friends have even come from thousands of miles away to watch the leader of Jiuyang in the sky." The old man in the bright yellow Taoist robes at the head said. He is quite famous and is a famous figure in the world of immortality.
The famous "Taoist Changkong".
This person's aura is very reserved, almost like a mortal.
Wang Rui's current cultivation level is already at the peak of pill formation, but he still can't sense the opponent's aura at all. It can only be said that the gap between the two realms is too big, and the opponent has already surpassed the Nascent Soul realm.
Afterwards, Master Kongyin, the head of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, He Qiushui, the deputy head of the Litian Sect, and Zhong Liyun, the left protector of the Red Maple Valley, saluted everyone.
Wang Rui followed the others and returned the gift. After all, everyone's status was inferior to these people.
"Everyone is called here this time because of the recent series of tragic disasters that have occurred in various parts of Dongxuanzhou. There were originally more than 1,600 speakers who were supposed to attend the meeting, but now there are only about 1,000 people.
Most of the fellow Taoists who could not come were killed. This was an unprecedented disaster. We have every reason to believe that the world of immortal cultivation is now suffering from a disaster, and the mastermind behind this disaster is the Shadow Society!" Taoist Changkong!
His words immediately changed the expressions of everyone in the audience, and the Shadow Society gave everyone a huge impact.
Wang Rui sighed inwardly, understanding that the overall peace in the world of cultivating immortals was over. He originally thought that
Facing the noisy audience, Zhong Liyun, the left guardian of Red Maple Valley, took a step forward and said, "Quiet - quiet -"
The sound caused pain to the eardrums of everyone in the audience, and the monks below the Yuanying level were all in a bit of pain. Even the faces of those Yuanying monks changed, and it was obvious that they were not feeling too well.
Wang Rui felt the strength of the other party's voice, and immediately resisted without wanting to make a fool of himself. The thunder spiritual power only had time to create a layer of protection in a hurry, and was broken by the voice. It was instantly transmitted to his ears, causing an impact, and his face instantly changed.
Yi Bai, but still held it back, his figure only swayed slightly before he stabilized.
The rest of the people were not so relaxed. Even the alchemy monks were still staggered by the sound. Some people even covered their ears with their hands and squatted down, looking very embarrassed.
In this way, Wang Rui seemed to stand out from the crowd and quickly attracted everyone's attention.
"Is this person Wang Rui, the head of Xutian Sect?" He Qiushui from Litian Sect asked.
A female elder behind her, none other than Qiu Ling, replied: "Master, this person is the fellow Taoist who helped me in the treasure hunting battlefield. We have a good relationship, and this person is worth getting to know deeply."
"Haha... The strength is indeed good. It is not easy to be able to withstand Zhong Liyun's Taoist sound with the help of his alchemy cultivation. No wonder he can become the leader of a sect as a registered disciple." He Qiushui deepened his impression of Wang Rui and felt that this son was
Talent that can be created.
Zhong Liyun stared at Wang Rui for a while, and then stepped back, seemingly indifferent. Li Changqing behind him looked dumbfounded. The elder next to him asked: "Brother, do you know this person?"
"Well, I am a close friend. I didn't expect that after decades of not seeing each other, I am still surprised by his strength." Li Changqing said with emotion.
Yuan Kong on the side also turned his attention to Wang Rui at this time, feeling that this person was worthy of being an opponent who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him on the list of strange people.