After all the ordinary disciples walked out, there were only forty-nine elders left in the hall, four refining masters from the casual cultivators, and Lang Fei and the other core disciples. [ ]]
At this time, the people in the hall were almost scattered, and it was quiet and lonely for a while. Only a few disciples who were on duty and an old man were sorting out the documents. Wu Zhenzi led Lang Fei in, raised his hands to the old man and said: "Senior brother, I understand!"
The old man raised his head and looked at where he was, smiled slightly, and said politely: "Junior Brother Wu Zhen, it's been a long time since I last saw you. I wonder why you came to Chengzong Pavilion today?"
Wu Zhenzi smiled and said: "Thanks to my senior brother for caring about me, my junior brother is very grateful. Today I am here to register him. ( ]
"This... Why don't you enlighten me, senior brother, and look at the Dao numbers of the other registered nephews and help me choose the number one?"
The old man glanced at him sideways, looked at the roster of flowers, and said with a strange expression: "Today, according to the names of the disciples of the Miaozi generation, the recent ones are listed in order, namely Chun, Jiang, Yue, and Ye. There is a "Spring River Flower" in the ancient Tang Dynasty.
"Moonlight Night" is a poem that praises the five sceneries in the south of the Yangtze River. In the future, my Ji Lei Mountain will not be without the five characters of "Miao Hua" to respond to it, but now there is just one word "Hua" missing. If my junior brother does not follow this elegant deed, how about giving him the name "Master Nephew Miao Hua"?
"Moonlight Night on the Spring River?" Wu Zhenzi had never read anything. He only listened to a few sentences and occasionally heard these words. He didn't care whether they were right or not. He hurriedly put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, okay, just pick a flowery character."
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The old Taoist priest had nothing to do and used Wu Zhenzi to make tea, but he burned the fire on his own head. Miaohua, Miaohua, at first sounds like the name of a brothel singer, but if you think about it more deeply, it also seems like the six impure roots and the lustful heart.
The shameless and obscene monk. Lang Fei was not willing to do anything. He pulled Wuzhenzi's sleeves and winked at him.
Although Wu Zhenzi was naive, he was not stupid. Seeing that Boss Lang Fei was not happy, he had no choice but to laugh again and said: "Brother, change it to another one, change it to another one?"
Wu Zhenzi had just been fooled and was fooled. How could the old man wait for him to regret it? At this moment, he had already written the name of Miaohua on the roster. He hurriedly closed the roster, covered it with one hand, and picked Wu Zhenzi with the other, muttering in his mouth: "No change! No change.
! These have already been entered into the register. If you check them off, wouldn't it be disrespectful to your ancestors? Junior Brother Wuzhen, you personally agreed just now. It's too late to regret now. If there is more trouble, we will go to Senior Uncle Qinghe for comment.
Judge and see whose fault it is."
When Wu Zhenzi heard this, he felt as if his tail had been stepped on. He quickly picked up Lang Fei and pulled him out of the front hall. He walked out of the back door and walked towards the ancestral temple. As he walked, he muttered, "Old guy, if you don't want to change, you won't change, but you take it."
Why does Master Qinghe's name scare me?"
Lang Fei was pulled by him, with a grimace on his face, about to cry without tears. This was really a fire at the city gate that affected the fish in the pond. I don't know what kind of evil he had done. He had provoked whom, but he got such an obscene name. If
In the future, if this news reaches the ears of Zhu Ganglie, the Tianyu Peak of Danmen, he may make fun of him.
Wu Zhenzi took him and turned around the vermilion lacquer corridor and the green tiled hall, and came to a solemn and solemn hall with simple furnishings. When he stopped, Lang Fei looked up and saw a red jade frame in the middle, rising from the top.
Below, there are countless tablets. Under the jade frame is a thousand-year-old agarwood altar table. On the table are purple gold incense burners, red gold sacrificial tripods, incense, paperweights, offerings, etc., and there are rows of thousand-year-old sandalwood frames on both sides of the table.
There are countless numbered tablets on it.
"Yun Fang, this is my Ji Lei Mountain Ancestral Temple!"
Although Lang Fei had been prepared for it, he was still a little surprised when he heard it. The furnishings in the ancestral hall of Ji Lei Mountain were so simple, and they were even inferior to those of ordinary famous families in the secular world.
Seeing the confusion on his face, Wu Zhenzi smiled slightly and explained: "I think that I, the founder of Jilei Mountain, Li Ting, was always known for his simple daily life and poor life. I think back then, although Jilei Mountain was an evergreen sect, the founder... He didn't care about anything beautiful at all, so he only built a house in a valley behind the mountain. Thousands of years later, the ancestor was buried in heaven. In compliance with his last words, the ancestors of later generations built this temple to worship the spirit of the ancestor. After that, the elders on the mountain passed away. They all have enshrined the tablets here, and it has lasted for thousands of generations."
After hearing this, Lang Fei nodded solemnly, with a little more respect for Master Li Ting in his heart.
"Okay, let's stop talking. Yun Fang, please bow down to the ancestor three times and bow nine times, and then perform the teacher's salute again. After that, I will take you to pay homage to the ancestor."
"Yes!" Lang Fei nodded, stepped forward, looked at the memorial tablet of Li Ting, and kowtowed several times respectfully. Then he turned to look at Wuzhenzi, only to see that the short Taoist was trying his best to show off as a teacher. With a serious face, head raised and chest raised, waiting for Lang Fei to kowtow to him. The look on his face made Lang Fei curse inwardly.
"Disciple, what are you waiting for?" Wu Zhenzi lowered his head and glanced at Lang Fei. Seeing that he was hesitant, he couldn't help but urge him.
"Yes, Master!" Lang Fei smiled slightly, stared at Wuzhenzi, and slowly bent down.
The smile on Wu Zhenzi's face grew wider, and he wanted to imitate Wu Xuanzi and say a few words of admonishment to show off his pretense of being a master. Suddenly, for some reason, he felt dizzy between his eyebrows.
When he came to his senses, he lowered his head and looked, only to see that Lang Fei had slowly stood up and called Master with a respectful face.
"Is this the end?" Wu Zhenzi was stunned, eyes wide open, mouth open, extremely shocked.
Lang Feisha nodded matter-of-factly, stretched out three fingers on his hand, and said: "Well, Master, I've kowtowed too much, there are three of them? Is there anything wrong with what my disciple did?"
Wu Zhenzi heard this and shook his head suddenly. "Yes, yes, you did it right."
Despite what he said, Wu Zhenzi always felt that there was some disagreement. Just now, his head was dizzy. Not only did he not see Lang Fei kowtow with his own eyes, he didn't even have time to say what he had been thinking about for a long time.
"It's strange, it's strange. A foundation-building monk is immune to all diseases, let alone an expert in refining. How could I faint for a moment for no reason just now?" Wu Zhenzi couldn't think of a reason, and looked at Lang Fei. , he felt really unhappy. He was confused just now and didn't see Lang Fei kowtow. Now he had the nerve to let Lang Fei kowtow a second time. He had no choice but to mumble in response.
Wu Zhenzi stood there like a monk Zhang Er who was confused, and the bastard opposite him was so excited. No matter how he could get away with this, of course it was this bastard who was playing tricks, and Yun Ju Shen suddenly made Wu Zhenzi think about it. In a daze, he took the opportunity to put on a show and fool his cheap master.
This bastard has only known Master Xuan Yu in his life. When he thought about it, Wu Zhenzi and he were of the same generation, so how could he deserve his respect? It was a good thing that Wu Zhenzi "judged the situation" and chose such a quiet time, otherwise it would have been like this , the bastard may wonder how much trouble he will go through.
"Let's go! Go and pay your respects to your master." The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Wu Zhenzi, short of Lang Fei, was weak and short of breath, and was defeated early. He hurriedly called Lang Fei and led him away. Meet Master Qinglan.
Lang Fei heard this and followed him. After walking seven or eight steps, he suddenly stopped and said sternly: "Master, wait a minute!"