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Chapter 84 Postponed Dharma Conference (please subscribe)
  After returning to the mountaintop dojo, Wang Ping's life returned to peace.

A month later.

The twenty century-old iron bamboos he purchased all arrived, and they were all top quality. Some were even hundreds of years old. Daozang Palace purchased them through the Northern Council of the Far East Continent.

Of course, the price is not cheap, one stick is [-]% more expensive.

Iron Bamboo, as its name suggests, is as hard as iron but has the toughness of bamboo. However, in order to make a magic weapon, it must be refined with true energy. This step is not very difficult, but it is a bit time-consuming.

The hundred-day refining mentioned in the light screen panel is only the foundation. After success, it must be nourished with spiritual energy every day. Only over time will it become connected with the user's mind.

The seven long swords took shape in less than two days. Because Wang Ping did not need to use them to kill people, he only designed the plainest sword blades and the simplest hilts.

Wang Ping couldn't wait to put a seal into the sword talisman to test the water, but the moment he summoned it, the sword shattered into bamboo slag.

Taoist Tongyu complained: "There is no shortcut in cultivation, and there is no shortcut in refining a weapon. You have to refine it first, otherwise even a century-old iron bamboo will not be able to withstand the true energy pressure of the monks who have entered the country."

So, Wang Ping was refining seven iron bamboo swords while waiting for the ceremony in Daozang Hall.

But just three days before the Daozang Hall Dharma Conference was to be held, he received a document with the seal of Daozang Hall and the signature of Mr. Xiaoshanfu, officially informing him that the Dharma Conference would be postponed until next year.

Wang Ping first asked Zhao Qing to inquire about the situation, and then reported to Taoist Yucheng.

five days later

News came back that the list of candidates for promotion to the fifth seat turned out to be all members of the Taoist tradition passed down by the five Taoist religions, and no one was from the side sect.

This immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the monks from the side sect, and some monks from the Third Realm even wrote letters or came to inquire about the situation in person.

The answer obtained after the investigation is that there are indeed no side sect monks who meet the standards in the recent period. This answer is embarrassing, so the puja can only be postponed to next year, and it may even continue to be postponed until a sufficient number of candidates appear in the side sect. .

It is worth mentioning that the side sect referred to here is a sect that is completely unrelated to the five Taoist religions. In fact, if we really want to count, Qianmu Temple can also be considered a side sect.

"Master, they all talk about the five Taoist religions. I know there are Zhenyang Sect, Linshui Mansion, Jinshan Temple, and Dikumen. So which sect does our "Taiyan Talisman" belong to?"

Wang Ping asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"My master once said that our inheritance comes from Taiyan Sect, and now the inheritance of "Taiyan Talisman" is in Daozang Hall, so today's Daozang Hall is also regarded as one of the five religions by default, but it is only a default, there is no real claim."

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more than three months later.

Wang Ping successfully refined his first long sword. He couldn't wait to seal it in a sword talisman and summon it. There was no other feeling, except that it was smoother when used.

I went to an isolated island in the South China Sea to test my power...

Well, when cutting things, the information sent back from the soul is more solid, not as light as before, and the power is also enhanced.

Time has entered winter unconsciously.

After winter, Zhao Qing specially brought news about Mozhou Road to Wang Ping: some of the monks who supported the Mozhou Road rebels defected before the battle, causing the rebels to be defeated and General Niu Man seized the opportunity.

Now, the rebels have fled south, robbed some ships and fled to the sea to become pirates.

The turmoil in the south seemed to be completely resolved because of this battle. After the good news reached Beijing, rewards were immediately handed out. Niu Man became the first demon prince in the Xia Dynasty. Many of his demon armies also received rewards, and in Half a month after receiving the reward, he and Niu Man were transferred to Shangjing.

After Wang Ping heard the news, he was not as indifferent as before, because he knew that Wen Yang and Yuan Zheng were planning behind this incident, and behind them there were also the calculations of the Zhenyang Sect and Xiaoshanfu Jun.

Since Mr. Xiao Shanfu supports the rebels, this defeat will not end so simply. I am afraid there will be even greater chaos in the future.

"Senior Brother Su was named the Commander-in-Chief of the Nanlin Road Governor's Yamen this time and became the second most important person in the Governor's Yamen. If he can gain some connections with the imperial court, he might even be able to become a governor. When he is about sixty years old, he can join the imperial court and become a governor. Maybe the Minister of War."

Zhao Qing's words were filled with sighs. Not a month after he sighed, Wang Ping met Su Dun. He brought his two young sons and six young grandsons with him.

The reason...

I just wanted Wang Ping to see if he had the guts to practice.

"You have changed so much, I almost don't recognize you anymore." Wang Ping sighed when he saw Su Dun sighing. At this moment, Su Dun's face was already crisscrossed with ridges, his temples were all white, and his beard was fluffy and sparse.

Su Dun looked at the full-blooded Wang Ping, who was still in his twenties, and said with some envy: "Maybe I shouldn't have gone down the mountain in the first place!"

"If you can hold your temper, then you are not Su Dun!"

"It's true!"

The two of them were sitting in the yard, and the juniors were all standing neatly. Su Dun pointed at his children and grandchildren and said, "My younger brother is here to ask my senior brother for another favor. Do you think who of these juniors can stay?"

Wang Ping did not visit Su Dun's children and grandchildren, but asked, "Do you want them to devote themselves to cultivating Taoism, or do you want them to strengthen their bodies and then return to secular life?"

"It's best to leave one or two to practice!"

"Then let's keep them all first. Stay at the outer gate for observation for a while. Those who can endure hardship and endure loneliness will stay. The others can go back and forth wherever they want!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then just wait a few more years!"

"All right…"

Su Dun came in a hurry and left even more urgently. After all, he was the governor and general soldier along the way and could not be as idle as before. When he left, he also donated five thousand taels of incense and silver.

Soon, it will be the Spring Festival again.

As usual, Wang Ping stayed in Taoist Yucheng's courtyard for a few days. As soon as he returned to the dojo on the top of the mountain, Zhao Qing came up with a child.

He was a barely qualified boy selected from Su Dun's children and grandchildren. His name was Su Hai. He was the child of Su Dun and his concubine. He was only thirteen years old.

Wang Ping kept his promise and accepted him as a registered disciple, but left him under the care and guidance of Liu Shuang.

Then, when Wang Ping successfully refined the third Iron Bamboo Sword, news came from Daozang Hall that this year's ceremony would be postponed to next year.

Wang Ping was too lazy to ask Zhao Qing to inquire about the news this time, but Zhao Qing consciously reported the information to him on a regular basis, or perhaps the intelligence agency of the inner court itself. Ten days later, he went to the mountaintop dojo to report:
  "The Daozang Hall postponed the Dharma conference this time because Baishuimen reported that during the last Yongming Port war, you organized people to surround and kill their disciples!"

"Has this happened several years ago?"

"There is a disciple at Sanhe Temple who is not keeping his mouth shut. However, as long as this kind of thing is not grasped at the time, it will be most disgusting for us to investigate now!"

"kindness!"

Wang Ping nodded to express his understanding and acted very calmly.

After Zhao Qing left, he frowned, this Bai Shuimen... was a bit too annoying.

"What are you doing?" Yu Lian felt Wang Ping's irritability and woke up from the eaves.

"We're thinking about how to deal with our enemies..."

All kinds of thoughts in Wang Ping's mind passed by like lightning, and within a moment, a slightly too vicious idea emerged...

(End of this chapter)