Xuanzang, Oh no, Jin Chanzi knelt down again after hearing this, and said, "Disciple Jin Chanzi, pay homage to the master."

It has been two days since Jin Chanzi entered the sect. Huang Junming has basically lying on the couch like a zombie in the past two days, neither preaching nor practicing martial arts. He has completely asked all the disciples to develop themselves. He just asked everyone to prepare some small things, and the bottles and jars are so mysterious. When he has nothing to do, he will make fun of Jin Chanzi, who is shaved with his head and lit with a scar on the ring but is wearing a Taoist robe.

At this time, Qingfeng had been buried and buried in the back mountain. Mingyue had not recovered from the assassination that day and was in a daze every day. However, Huang Junming heard that Mingyue often ran to Qingfeng's tomb alone when there was no one. Jin Chanzi completely took Qingfeng's burden. It happened that Huang Junming played something that Jin Chanzi could not understand except lying down. It was very attractive, so he ran away with his legs, and then squatted behind Huang Junming and stared at him with wide eyes.

Because Mingyue was unable to fulfill his Taoist responsibilities for the time being, and Xiaolu, a servant who was accused from Fulinlou, decided to become a female Taoist priest under Huang Junming in order to save her life. Xiaolu and Jin Chanzi happened to be similar in age, so Huang Junming simply brought her to her side, and the boy and girl were together.

It was rare for Huang Junming to have some energy for dinner that day. The knife in front of him and behind him had begun to heal and scab. As long as the wound was not directly touched, there would be no problem. It was just that the blood flowed a little more, making the body feel weak. Fortunately, Huang Junming still remembered that when he was a pseudo-taoist, in order to fool girls online, he checked the blood replenishment prescription. There was really no brown sugar at this time. Huang Junming searched for a long time and only found some sugar that could be called inferior quality, black beans, and pork liver. However, at this time, black beans were for horses, and pigs could not be added to the table. If Huang Junming ate black beans in public, the pig liver would definitely be despised by everyone.

So Huang Junming ate lotus root and red dates for two days under the gaze of everyone. Every time he asked the kitchen to make a large pot of red date lotus root porridge. At first, the kitchen didn't know how to make it, but when the finished product was made, it became very popular. Especially Jin Chanzi eats the most.

After dinner, Huang Junming took out the battle post from everyone and handed it to everyone. The disciples passed it one by one, with different expressions. Ge Yanlin looked at Huang Junming with admiration. Wan Mingzi, Mu Xuanzi, Mingyue seemed to be unrelated to you, you could do it. Huai Jingzi was not surprised or expressed her opinion. It seemed that she had expected it. Li Yuanheng said that she would invite Li Yuan to watch tomorrow. As for Jin Chanzi who followed Huang Junming around the past two days, Xiaolu had some experiences with Huang Junming's "spells" and expressed deep sympathy for the author of this battle post.

"All have you finished reading it?" Huang Junming looked at the expressions of everyone and whispered: "I've finished reading it, I'll go back tomorrow to prepare. Don't wait until the time comes, and let someone talk about gossip about our Tianxian Palace."

The next day, we arrived soon. The Taoist priests of the Tianxian Palace wore the Taoist robe for sacrifice and looked very formal. The Taoist priests of the Tianxian Palace were divided into seven levels, namely the Taoist sect, Zhengyi, Daode, Cave God, Cave Xuan, Cave Zhen, and Sandong** Master. The only three cave master was Huang Junming. Huang Junming was wearing the Taoist robe when he asked the gods to consecrate, and sat quietly in the garden in front of the Sanqing Hall facing the mountain gate. Behind him were the Taoist priests of the Tianxian Palace arranged according to their ranks. The pilgrims coming and going were surrounded by the outside without knowing the situation, and Huang Junming did not answer. His eyes were slightly closed and he pretended to sleep.

Not long after, gongs and drums came from the foot of the mountain. Huang Junming said softly to Jin Chanzi beside him: "Go, ask the disciples guarding the gate in front of the mountain gate to stand upright. Take out the momentum of my Tianxian Palace." Soon, the gongs and drums sounded from afar. Looking out from the vermilion gate of the mountain gate, two Taoist priests in brown Taoist robes were holding two signs. The sign between them read: "Sweep the demon atmosphere, clear the three thousand realms of the country; promote the orthodox religion, and benefit the whole country and the family of all Dharma masters." The person holding the sign followed two gongs and two gongs. Huang Junming looked inadvertently and thought that the middle school was rehearsing at a sports meeting.

When the team completely entered the mountain gate, there were no less than thirty or forty people in the team, including those holding signs, those who beat gongs, those who beat drums, those who sprinkled water and flowers, those who carried sedan chairs, those who carried lights, and those who drove flies with whisks, which was a big show.

Huang Junming saw that Tian Chanzi was so arrogant, and he couldn't help but take him seriously. Seeing that the team of ceremonial guards were getting closer and closer, Huang Junming suddenly thought of a sentence that the old Taoist priest told him when he was in modern times. It happened to be used to point out the disciples behind him, so he said, "Disciples, do you know that 'man is a rule of heaven and earth, and you don't care about the dry place, always be purity, and purity is the right thing in the world, truly think about the ultimate Tao, and learn to know purity'?"

Huang Junming's sudden question shocked everyone who was unprepared. Li Yuanheng, who had the best knowledge, first responded and answered: "Return to Master, my disciple thinks that this sentence means that people imitate the world, so there should be no impatient place. We should always regard purity as our own affairs. Purity is the journey of the world. If you really want to think about and prove the Tao, you must learn to know the meaning of purity. I wonder what the disciple said is correct?"

When Huang Junming heard Li Yuanheng translated the words literally, he nodded secretly: "Yuanheng was right, but it was not concise enough. To put it bluntly, this sentence can be explained in eight words to "clear, inaction, keep a low profile." Now many people cannot understand the meaning of this sentence!" Huang Junming sighed while looking at the ceremonial guard of Tian Chanzi who was approaching.

All the disciples were not stupid people, and they understood what Huang Junming wanted to say when he saw this. They couldn't help but secretly remember these eight words in their hearts, but they didn't expect that Huang Junming just said casually, perhaps this is what is called unintentional planting willows. As for whether they can be made into shade, it depends on the future.

Tian Chanzi walked down from the sedan chair, took four steps, followed by a group of Taoist priests, walking towards Huang Junming. Huang Junming raised his eyes and neither stood up nor spoke, but sat quietly as before, leaving the disciples behind him anxious. Look at this formation that Tian Chanzi really didn't seem to be fighting. No matter how he looked, he seemed to want to fight in a group fight. He was a little impatient and even wanted to stand up. In order to turn around, Huang Junming knew that some people could not sit still after hearing the sound of the cushions rubbing behind him. He pressed his hands back for a moment.

When Tian Chanzi walked to Huang Junming less than a step, Huang Junming stood up gently, looking at Tian Chanzi who was about to fight with him. The Taoist priests behind him who had been impatient for a long time were not as elegant as Huang Junming. Huang Junming stood up, and then bounced up from the cushion, staring at each other. Tian Chanzi's side had a few steps back, even though he was the Tian Chanzi, who claimed to be the Lord of Wanfa, was shocked.

Huang Junming stared at Tian Chanzi for a few seconds. Seeing Tian Chanzi's throat slightly moved, his lips were about to open, he said in a speechless tone: "Are you the Tian Chanzi who wants to compete with me for magic?"

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