People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 84
Celestial master acting? !
Su Yingliu Yuemei couldn't hide her shock. The people who visited Longhu Mountain around spread the word to ten, and after ten to a hundred, a restless crowd suddenly formed.

Even in this era when Taoism is not flourishing, the performance of the celestial master is an exciting event.

Those who are devout naturally want to witness the real way of Taoism.

Those who were dubious also wanted to get a taste of immortality.

Even those who do not believe want to take a critical look.

As the crowd surged, the Longhushan Taoist who called the crowd was a little at a loss.

The Vientiane Dharma Altar only has such a large space, and it is usually not open to pilgrims. How can so many people come to observe the Dharma now?
So we can only pull up the cordon and let those who have donated sesame oil money and have merit books go in first, and the people behind can only wait for the next opportunity of the celestial master to perform.

Su Ying waved the reporter's notebook in her hand, "I'm a reporter from Taiwan, and I'm invited here this time!"

Did the Heavenly Master invite reporters?

The two Taoist priests guarding the gate looked at each other suspiciously, but the reporter in the opponent's hand was genuine, so they let Su Ying in as well.

Entering the Vientiane Dharma Altar, there has already been a celestial spectator, and the crowd lined up in an orderly manner under the arrangement of a Taoist priest.

After all, this is a holy land of Taoism, and the prestige of Longhu Mountain still has some weight in people's hearts.

In this land of immortals and gods, people have gradually become less impetuous.

There was a pleasant sandalwood fragrance in the air, which made people feel more peaceful, even with a somewhat solemn heart of seeking Tao.

This fragrance lingers for a long time, and under the gradually evening sky, it is like a mist in the forest, exaggerating a bit of grotesque.

Li Changqing saw the people gradually calming down and nodded secretly, and his soul-suppressing incense was not ignited in vain.

He checked the altar again to make sure there was no problem.

Walking up to the old heavenly master respectfully, "Teacher, the altar is ready for offering sacrifices to the yellow scarf warriors."

Seeing Li Changqing handing over a human-shaped talisman, the old heavenly master calmed down a bit, and said with a smile, "You really know how to be lazy."

This time the officiant, Li Changqing insisted on him as the main priest.

After calming down for a while, the old celestial master looked dignified, straightened his clothes, pinched the three clean seals with his hands, and purified his heart, mouth, and body to show respect for Taoism.

He stands tall in a pine shape, and his grand red Taoist robe rises in the sandalwood like a brilliant sunset.

Even before the spell casting started, the people watching the ceremony already felt dignified.

As a secondary priest, Li Changqing followed the old celestial master's footsteps, and the aura surged all over his body, communicating with the entire dharma altar, resonating with the inspiration of heaven and earth, and providing a steady stream of power for the dharma altar, so that the old celestial master can continue to cast spells.

In front of the entire Wanfa Zongtan, the two Luohansong trees stood silently, without even a breath of wind, as if the flow of air was restrained the moment Li Changqing stepped on his feet.

But in the senses of the old heavenly master, the heaven and the earth came alive.

The beating human candle in his dark spirit altar became brighter and brighter. Even though the altar hadn't been opened to receive inspiration from heaven and earth, at this moment, with the help of this altar, he really felt the existence of Taoism.

The aura that starts at the very end but runs through the world is everywhere, and the whole world is like a complete living body, and the Tao follows nature with every breath.

For a while, the old master was a little crazy.

"teacher."

Li Changqing whispered a reminder beside him.

The old celestial master came back to his senses, and sighed, "I heard the Tao in the morning, and I can die in the evening, so it is so, so it is so! But I can't die now, I still want to witness the prosperity of my Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

His old eyes seemed to be conceived with light, and he stopped hesitating. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, pinched his sword fingers, and in the golden basin, the yellow paper spontaneously ignited without any wind, telling the world, all the gods, today the celestial master opened the altar and sacrificed wrestlers!

"Is Fang's guardian here?"

The yellow talisman in front of him rises without wind, and as the brilliance rotates, a majestic god will appear. This god will have a face like a jujube, holding a moon-cutting knife in his hand. The blade is as red as the sunset, and he is wearing a cold armor. A piece of cold frost is like a silver moon.

As soon as the god general appeared, he immediately half-kneeled respectfully in front of the altar, "The last general is here!"

Li Changqing had communicated with Elder Fang before, so he knew that today was Li Changqing's teacher performing a spell sacrifice, and he became more and more hesitant, and didn't dare to raise his eyes at all, for fear of offending the celestial master.

Seeing a god-man walking out of the brilliance, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but burst into exclamations.

This is a trick?

Or the latest 3D projection technology?
After a while, they recalled where they were?

What if, hypothetically, Taoism really exists?

"quiet!"

Li Changqing shook his lungs and stirred up his spirit energy.

A majestic voice like the roar of a tiger suppressed the noisy crowd.

In front of the sound of the roar of the tiger, people held their breaths and became more solemn.

Su Ying carefully held up her mobile phone to take a video, even though the picture she took was not as good as a professional camera, and with the divine light and smog around her, it was still a first-hand account!
"Mr. Fang, you have devoted yourself to practicing, and you have been photographed as a yellow scarf warrior. Now you have been awarded the title of eighth-rank mountain patrolling general in Longhu Mountain. You can split mountains, split rocks, and whip all ghosts. Would you like it?"

Sacrificing yellow scarf fighters is different from making offerings to ghosts.

For general ghosts, you only need to use the "Sweet Rain Technique" to purify the incense, and then feed it to the ghosts.

But the sacrifice is equivalent to helping the Yellow Turban Warriors practice, and it is necessary to continuously increase their equipment capabilities.

The earth vibrated slightly, and countless black and yellow earth turbid air floated up, stirring up the surroundings, making people on the ground feel like floating in water.

The dark blue sky pressed down, as if it was about to fall in the next moment, and after a closer look, it was found that it was a thick cloud layer, with a purple color and the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

In this mighty change, even though the spectators were extremely shocked, they turned into unspeakable.

Li Changqing carefully watched every detail of the change.

The air of the earth veins, the power of the wishes of all beings, and the spiritual energy of the heavens, the three are integrated into one. With the luck of the Dragon and Tiger Mountains as the fire, a small copper-colored seal in the shape of a lion and dog condenses in mid-air, turning into a stream of light, falling into the square. Veteran.

After getting the seal, the scales on Elder Fang's body became deeper and deeper, like a whitebait jumping out of the water under the moonlight, and the Guan knife in his hand, which was changing with the evil spirit of soldiers, also faintly hovered with the spirit of a dragon and tiger, as thick as a hill.

Fang Lao only felt that he had fallen into a fairyland. The vast luck and the terrifying wishes of all living beings were extremely surging, making his strength rise steadily, as if he was about to become a fairy and a Buddha in the next moment.

But just when he thought he was going to get closer to the next floor, Li Changqing's voice came from his ears, "Collect your mind, it's easy to digest, don't be greedy, too much is too late."

Mr. Fang broke out in a cold sweat, he was only a ghost for a long time, if he hadn't been enlightened by the master, now he is rewarded by a celestial master, how could he have the power he has today.

So he stopped absorbing the power of luck and wishing, and worshiped the old celestial master again, turning into a streamer, and blending into the statue of the yellow scarf warrior enshrined on the east side of the Earth Temple.

It is so, it is so!
Li Changqing was overjoyed for a moment, it turned out that Dao Seeds can really be artificially created!
(End of this chapter)