The Crown Scarf Conference is not without barriers. You must first submit an application half a month in advance, state your ancestral home, place of birth, which society or temple you have attended, state the reasons for practicing Taoism, and which Taoist lineage you want to worship. After passing the review
, I will let you know when you will go up the mountain to receive the crowning ceremony test.
After Zhan Changfeng received the Si Xun Mansion token, the person in charge directly informed her of the time for the crown ceremony trial, eliminating the need to apply.
The Crown Ceremony Trial was seven days before the Crown and Scarf Conference. Early that morning, Zhan Changfeng came to the north peak of Qiankun Mountain and looked at the nine-story tower-shaped Chaotian Temple on the top of the mountain.
Chaotian Temple is a place where incense is flourishing, and the precious light is hidden in the steaming clouds and haze. It is said that the venerable person once appeared.
On this day, there was no one on the mountain road that was usually crowded with people. Only a dozen or so Xiantian monks attending the Crown Scarf Conference were standing beside the first stone staircase, either silently, or chatting and laughing, giving advice.
Zhan Chang's demeanor is in line with the rhythm of nature, ordinary and unattractive, standing alone, waiting for the trial to begin.
Then twenty monks came one after another, both martial arts and Dharma practitioners. There was also a demon cultivator dragging an old donkey, which attracted all the monks to look at her several times.
Demon cultivators and demon tribes are two different concepts. Demon cultivators are also a type of Taoist cultivators. Demon cultivating Taoism is more difficult than human cultivation. They must first restrain their demonic nature and understand the meaning of the scriptures of heaven and earth.
However, this demonic cultivator is full of human flavor at first glance. He wears his hair in a bun, his feet are bare, his trouser legs are rolled up, and his smooth legs are still stained with mud. His smile is not hazy, and he is a bit naughty.
Fang Jie Wa is a character who gives all kinds of elders a headache.
"Old man, if you continue to be slow, I will kick your ass."
When we were still about thirty or forty meters away from the stone staircase, the old donkey stopped moving. It was wagging its tail and eating grass on the roadside. No matter how hard the demon cultivator pulled it, it couldn't move it.
Some of the monks saw it and laughed. This was the first time they saw such a demonic cultivator.
"Did you hear that? She called a donkey "old man". It seems that she is also a donkey spirit." Xie Baiyao shook his head and looked at her and laughed with the monks who came with him.
"Horses and donkeys are also related."
They are all young in appearance and dressed in gorgeous clothes. The young master looks like a martial artist from his family, and his words are quite wanton.
We were all monks, so even if we were seven or eight hundred meters away, we could clearly hear what they were saying. However, the demon cultivator didn't look angry, he just smiled, and was worried about how to persuade the old donkey to move away.
Xie Baiyao and the others became even bolder, "They are really donkeys."
"Sure enough, everything in this world can become a spirit, and the animals we eat can also cultivate like us."
"The donkey tastes delicious, especially the shank meat. It's most enjoyable when marinated and eaten with wine."
"Donkey lungs and donkey liver can make you live two hundred years. My old man eats them every day."
Some monks couldn't stand listening anymore, and because of their status, they couldn't stand out, so they could only turn their faces away.
The only big man with two axes on his waist stood up and said politely, "Guys, be careful, this is at the foot of Qiankun Mountain, and we are here to participate in the crowning ceremony. Don't lose the face of the cultivators."
Xie Baiyao said with a smile, "Where are you from? What should we say carefully? Are you guys getting together to discuss eating? Is it bothering you?"
"Just go, go, don't join in the fun."
"Seeing as you are a very energetic person, could it be that you have taken a fancy to someone else's face? Oh, why are you blushing? Are you really being poked into your mind?"
The big man was so angry that he wanted to chop off these ugly mouths with an axe, but luckily he was grabbed by the monk next to him, so he didn't cause any trouble.
One person advised, "If they want to say something, let them say it. The people involved will ignore them. Why are you trying to catch up?"
"Bah, if this kind of guy can get out, he will be killed sooner or later."
"Stop talking about it. They are all people who rely on their families. The boy named Xie also has an uncle who works at Zangyun Palace."
The big man's face changed slightly and he spat, but he didn't pay any more attention to it.
Zhan Changfeng noticed that there were several spiritual consciousnesses paying attention here, and guessed that the trial had already begun, so he continued to close his eyes and rest.
After a while, the old donkey ate grass all the way and finally reached the stone staircase. The demon cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.
The big man next to her felt uncomfortable. He was laughed at for her by the young master, and he was very angry, but she didn't even look at him!
Ask, "Hey, little girl, they just said this to you, I stood up for you, why didn't you react at all?"
The demon cultivator pulled the old donkey's tail to prevent it from eating grass. He took a moment to look at the big man and said, "To be honest, you and I are strangers. You helped me because you were kind-hearted. It was your duty not to help, but you insist on asking me to thank you."
You are wrong."
"I didn't ask you to help, and your help had no actual effect. Instead, it gave them another point to laugh at."
Xie Baiyao heard this and laughed, "I like what you said and your appetite for this young master. Hahaha, that brave man, since people don't accept your favor, how can you come forward to ask for praise!"
The big man was extremely ashamed and angry, and quickly walked away from her, "He is indeed a demon cultivator, selfish and very cold-hearted."
The demon cultivator laughed heartlessly, only looking at her old donkey, "You have eaten a piece of grass, and you don't have to worry about a stomachache."
Xie Baiyao gloated over the misfortune, "You earth demon cultivator who has no vision, those are wind and grass, specially planted here to prevent wind and dust. Be careful that the guards will come to settle accounts with you."
The demon cultivator let go of his hand on the donkey's tail and hurriedly took a few steps away. He seemed innocent and said, "I just happened to be walking on the same road with it. I'm not familiar with it at all."
The old donkey probably understood, and kicked her half a meter away. The demon cultivator patted the ground and stood up. He stepped forward with a smile and apologized. Everyone was amazed. Even Xie Baiyao and the others stopped joking.
At this time, there were horseshoes in formation. When I looked around, I saw six horses pulling a chariot. All the knowledgeable monks took a breath, because the horse was a cloud-riding horse with the blood of monsters, and the chariot was driven by
A master of foundation building, the entire carriage behind him is made of fine yew nanmu, with a canopy woven with feathers on top!
Looking at the emblem on the car, it turned out to be the great uncle of one of the seven aristocratic families!
The carriage made a beautiful tail swing and stopped in front of the stone staircase, forcing several nearby monks to step back for fear of being run over.
"Master Yang, Qiankun Mountain has arrived." The foundation-building monk who was driving the carriage greeted him respectfully.
An eleven or twelve-year-old boy came out of the carriage, with a cold face and deep eyes, not like an ordinary person.
"Such a young innate monk deserves to be from a noble family."
"It's the one newly found by my uncle's family, right?"
The Foundation Establishment monk who was driving the carriage glanced at the speaker, and the atmosphere became silent.
Zhan Changfeng felt that this young man looked familiar. He was the uncle's child who was almost kidnapped by the river thieves when they took a boat.
I heard that this boy was originally a branch of Taishu's family. Later, during the admissions process of the Sixth Hospital, he was found to have some terrible physical condition and was taken back by Taishu's family.
When I saw him at that time, he was still childish and innocent, but now he seemed like a completely different person, very mature. No wonder she didn't recognize him at first glance.
This crown scarf conference is getting more and more interesting.
Taishu Yang stood aside with a sullen face, his eyes passed over the faces of the monks, and he focused on the demon cultivator and the old donkey. When he looked back, he stopped at Zhan Changfeng for a while, closed his eyes and pinched the palms of his hands.