Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 92 I have a plan

"Huh? So busy."

Jiang Lan said with some embarrassment: "It seems that we came at the wrong time."

Zhang Zezhi waved his hand: "Hey, what's your nephew talking about? I'm busy, but I can always find time.

And you came at the right time, and in a day or two, all the Daoist sects will come to attend the meeting one after another. Although most of them are not as good as our Tianshi Mansion, they are still famous people everywhere.

You might as well stay to watch the ceremony, if you can get to know some heroes, it will be of great benefit to you in the future. "

Seeing that what Zhang Zezhi said was sincere and not hypocritical, Jiang Xi looked at the crowd and saw that there was no objection from them, so he agreed.

"In that case, if you are idle, you are idle. I will take you to the back mountain to have a look."

Zhang Zezhi said with a smile.

The guests did as they wanted, and the group followed Zhang Zezhi out of the Tianshi Hall and walked towards the back mountain.

After arriving at the back mountain, everyone understood.

How can Tianshi Mansion be deserted and quiet, it is clear that all the disciples and disciples have gathered in the back mountain, busy inside and outside making various arrangements.

Everyone was doing their duties in an orderly manner, those who arranged the venue, those who carved the magic circle, those who transported materials, etc., everything was so orderly.

And this naturally shows that although Zhang Zezhi's strength is average, his ability to handle affairs and the means of organization and distribution are indeed brilliant.

At a glance, hundreds of Taoist priests are busy in and out, but there is no confusion. It can be seen that they are usually well-trained elites.

Just when Xuan Qing was lamenting that there was indeed a great sect in Tianshi Mansion, Jiang Xi was attracted by one of the black Taoist priests.

His cultivation base is not low, and he has a sixth rank, so he can carry a large stone several meters square and run back and forth by himself.

"Okay, okay! That's right!" Jiang Shou was overjoyed: "This is very in line with my imagination of black people."

"Oh? Black man? You mean John." Zhang Zezhi looked at the black man and talked about his origin: "When he was a child, he came here to travel, his parents were killed by the gluttonous ghost, and he was also taken away by the gluttonous ghost and made a slave." .

It was supposed to wait until he grew up to be a ghost slave, but my brother rescued him by chance, seeing that he had a deep hatred for glutton ghosts, but he still had kind thoughts in his heart, and he was upright and strong, so he was left behind. Teach him how to do good deeds and practice.

More than ten years have passed, and he has already cultivated to the seventh rank. Although he is not of my race, he is deeply loved by his brother. "

Jiang Shou is even more delighted: "My name is John. Both parents died. I was a slave. After being rescued, I aroused the desire to resist. It's too right, too right, and it's all right! If it's a bisexual environmentalist transgender vegetarian Christians, that would be lore!"

"For what?" Zhang Ze was puzzled, his face full of doubts.

"Uh..." Jiang Xi was quick-thinking, and immediately explained: "That's right. It fits well with my saying that when the heavens are about to place a great responsibility on people, they must first suffer from their minds, exhaust their bodies, and deplete their bodies. From the understanding of the words, I feel that he is the son of heaven, a natural material for cultivation."

"So that's the case, it's true to say so." Zhang Zezhi nodded. Although he always felt that there was something more to it, he didn't want to ask more questions.

Clearing his throat, Zhang Zezhi continued to introduce: "What you see now is just a prototype. When the grand ceremony starts, you will see the most magnificent venue in recent decades."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Jiang Chen nodded with a smile.

"Daozhang Zhang." Qin Shenbo bowed his hands suddenly and asked earnestly, "Dare to ask the Daoist Ceremony to build such a large venue, but there is a competition?"

Zhang Zezhi didn't hide anything, and he didn't show off, so he answered directly: "Yes."

After a pause, he explained: "The Daoist Grand Ceremony is held every 30 years. It has been passed down from more than 1000 years ago to the present, and it has always been a ceremony for selecting the next leader of the Daoist sect.

According to the previous rules, six ranks, three ranks, the unity of heaven and man, one person for each, corresponding to the younger generation, the middle-aged generation, and the famous generation, the test is the comprehensive strength, to prevent the emergence of a sect that is incomplete but has a profound and strong person. bit.

But that’s all in the past, now it’s difficult to practice, and the threshold of Master Tongtian is like a moat. Strictly speaking, many sects don’t even have the qualifications to participate in the grand ceremony. Since my grandfather’s generation, for more than 100 and 200 years, it has been my Heavenly Master’s Mansion Occupy the top position.

Therefore, today's Taoist ceremonies are all in the same form, there are no strict rules and thresholds, and the competition is more in the nature of the program, and it will no longer be to the point of life and death. "

Seeing that Qin Shenbo was eager to try, he smiled and said: "If the gatekeeper wants to participate, it is also possible, but no matter whether it is a victory or a loss, the gatekeeper cannot become the leader of the Taoist sect."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can compete with practitioners of the same level on the same stage." Qin Shenbo is already satisfied.

Jiang Lan shook his head secretly: Violent maniac!
Just as he was talking, a young Taoist priest came over to ask Zhang Zezhi for advice, and the latter frowned and said, "No rules, didn't you see any guests?"

"But it's a very important matter, master, you should go and have a look." The young Taoist priest was troubled.

Zhang Zezhi had no choice but to smile wryly: "The discipline is not strict, I'll make you laugh."

"It doesn't matter." Xuan Qing shook his head: "Go and do your work. I have been to the Tianshi Mansion many times, and I am familiar with it. I will show them around."

"Then excuse me first." Zhang Zezhi said embarrassedly: "Nephew, just take a look around at your own home and go to you when I'm done."

"Uncle Zhang is being polite." Jiang Shou replied politely.

After getting a reply, Zhang Zezhi went with the young Taoist priest.

Xuan Qing waved: "Let's go, I'll show you around, now is the day to eat watermelon, I'll take you to Zhang Zezhi's backyard to pick watermelon and eat it."

Lou Leshan smirked and shouted: "Fight the autumn wind, fight the autumn wind!"

Xuan Qing's face changed: "I can't even say a word! You can pick it for us when the time comes!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Lan, who received half a piece of watermelon handed over by Sima Mian Lou Leshan, was thoughtful, and suddenly said:
"Everyone be quiet, I have a plan!"

Everyone who was originally excited became serious, leaning against Jiang Xie, Xuan Qing asked curiously: "What plan?"

Jiang Shou's face was full of seriousness: "At this time, the old Tianshi and Tianshi are not here, and Zhang Zezhi is only in the five qi dynasty, why don't I inform Master Kuzhen that tonight we should cooperate with each other and take down the Tianshi Mansion!"

Everyone gasped, and Xuan Qing couldn't help shouting like seeing a ghost: "Are you crazy?"

"Don't worry, I have everything planned. When the time comes, I will come up with a series of tricks, let Kuzhen and Lingxun put on masks, first pretend to be gluttonous ghosts, and then you go to meet Master Kuzhen first, Master Xuanqing, before Zhang Zezhi makes a move." Flip palms, pretending to be invincible, and then Zhang Zezhi will make a move!
At that time, I will arrange Master Kuzhen to pretend to be struggling, and then suddenly use Buddhist exercises to catch him off guard.

In this way, the Taoist sect must suspect that the Buddhist sect pretends to be a gluttonous ghost to deliberately target, and with the lessons learned from the Lushan School, let them think about it by themselves.Under the influence of preconceived ideas, he will definitely make up the details by himself, and conclude that Buddhism is the culprit.

At that time, we will not only be able to pick it out, but also reap the benefits of the fisherman. When the strength of both of them is almost exhausted, we will take it down in one fell swoop. how? "

(End of this chapter)