Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 366: The Forum, with Fists
Nantianmen is the gateway to heaven.

There were thousands of golden rays of light and auspicious clouds on both sides, made of colored glaze and decorated with precious jade. On both sides were dozens of heavenly soldiers and generals, each holding a long weapon.

The one on duty today is the Southern Heavenly King Mo Liqing, who has purple hair and a green face, and is wearing armor. He has one hand on his waist and the other holding a sword.

There is also a magic mirror hanging on the Nantianmen Gate, which can reveal the true form of all demons.

Mao Ying brought An Yan and flew closer on a cloud, then descended from the cloud.

Sanmao Zhenjun is considered a relatively famous existence in the Taoist forces in the Heavenly Palace. Although he is not as famous as the Four Heavenly Masters, he is very famous among the people and is very popular.

So Mo Liqing naturally wouldn't put on a sour face for this kind of immortal god. He grinned and asked, "Master, who is the young talent next to you?"

Although An Yan had never seen them before, with Mao Ying leading the way, he just asked as usual. After all, under the magic mirror, as long as they were not monsters or ghosts, they would generally not stop them if they were led by gods or immortals.

Don’t underestimate these immortals and gods, as they are just as good at using connections as mortals on earth.

An Yan secretly looked at the Southern Heavenly King Mo Liqing in front of him, who was twenty feet and four feet tall, with a face like a live crab and a beard like copper wire. He was wearing a decent armor and had a strong aura.

To be honest, their cultivation levels may not be that high, because the Four Heavenly Kings lost their physical bodies during the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, and their cultivation levels were basically fixed after they were included in the Conferred Gods List.

But An Yan will not underestimate these immortals and gods who are on the List of Gods. The strength of these immortals and gods lies in their magic weapons and background.

If he guessed correctly, the sword in Mo Liqing's hand was the Qingyun Sword.

Mao Ying did not look down on the four heavenly kings who were guarding the gate because of his status as a true lord. Moreover, the four brothers of the Mo family were fighting fiercely with the Western Church. Although he was unhappy, there was no need to cause trouble. He smiled and said, "This is my disciple. He came here for the Dao Conference that will be held soon."

"Oh, so you are a disciple of Maoshan."

After a few pleasantries, Mao Ying took An Yan into the Nantian Gate.

Looking at the two people's backs as they walked away, Mo Liqing paused at An Yan's back, stroked his beard, and narrowed his big eyes like copper bells slightly, "This boy is not simple!"

He couldn't actually see through his cultivation level. Was he using some magic weapon to conceal his cultivation level?
The discussion conference.
Mo Liqing thought of the upcoming catastrophe in Journey to the West, shook his head again, retracted his gaze, and recalled how the four brothers did not understand the will of heaven during the catastrophe of Conferred Gods, and suffered misfortune, ending up in their current situation.

This time, the Journey to the West is in great calamity, and Buddhism will flourish.

This is the chance for the four brothers to turn things around. If they can board the Buddhist ship in advance, they may be able to go further.

There are many people who hold the same idea as him.

The Taoists wanted to stop this situation, but they were powerless.

Those great Taoist masters remained silent, so what else could the people under them do?
An Yan had no idea about the goings-on in the Heavenly Palace for the time being, and he just thought he was dazzled by the things going on in the Heavenly Palace.

After entering the Nantianmen, you will see several large pillars entwined with red-bearded dragons with golden scales shining in the sun. Then you will cross several long bridges, over which are hovering red-crowned phoenixes with colorful feathers.

The thousand-year-old medicinal herbs that cannot be found in the mortal world are just bonsai decorations, used to describe beautiful fairies, with their skirts fluttering by in rows.

The faint fragrance filled her nose, and An Yan couldn't help but whispered, "Grandmaster, your Heavenly Palace is too rich. You even wear such thick clothes."

"What are you talking about, you little bastard? This is Heaven, what other place do you think it is?" Grandmaster Mao Ying rolled his eyes. He had been to the modern world, so he naturally understood what An Yan meant.

"Don't be angry, Grandmaster. I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere." An Yan laughed, with some regret in his voice, and said truthfully: "Although the heaven is good, it is too boring. Although the mortal world cannot compare to the heaven, it is a good place to live freely."

"Why do you think so many gods like to sneak down to the human world?" Grandmaster Mao Ying also admitted generously.

Then, Grandmaster Mao Ying glanced at An Yan again and said, "Boy, calm down your mind. How can you play at your age?"

Now, it was An Yan's turn to be speechless, so he had to change the subject and asked, "Grandmaster, let's talk about the Taoist conference. You haven't told me in detail how to discuss the Dharma."

When it comes to the Dao Conference, the ancestor Mao Ying also put away his smile, and took An Yan to the Zhenjun Hall while saying: "I mentioned it to you before. It is mainly divided into two parts, discussing the meaning of the scriptures and discussing boxing and kicking."

"You can ignore the discussion of the meaning of the scriptures. The main focus of the discussion is on fists." "After all, everyone is from a decent Taoist sect and has a famous teacher to explain the meaning of the scriptures. They are all similar."

An Yan slowly typed a question mark, and after a moment of silence, he said sincerely: "Grandmaster, I am good at swinging fists. But when it comes to the meaning of the scriptures, I only understand the basics!"

Even though An Yan had reviewed it before, it is not enough to just recite the scriptures by heart. The most important thing is to give your own different opinions and annotations so that everyone can be convinced.

But he himself only knows how to win people over with virtue!

This time, it was Grandmaster Mao Ying's turn to be confused. He thought about it carefully and it seemed, as if, and indeed... he had never heard this kid say any profound truths.

Every time we asked him to come down, he was either on the way to a fight or already in a fight.

Grandmaster Mao Ying had no choice but to ask with a headache: "What do you know?"

"Tao Te Ching, Huang Ting."

"and then?"

"Gone."

Looking at An Yan's clear eyes that were not polluted by knowledge, Grandmaster Mao Ying covered his face with his hands, "You've only read two books?"

"There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts."

"You little rascal, luckily your cultivation is still up to par, otherwise I would have wanted to beat you up." The founder Mao Ying was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. Is there any Maoshan Taoist who doesn't learn Taoist scriptures and only studies the law?
This kid has not made any mistakes or gone astray. I don't know whether to praise him for being smart or stupid.

But now that things have come to this, Grandmaster Mao Ying could only say with a headache: "Stop talking, there is still one day left, I will hurry up and teach you some Taoist common sense."

"Otherwise, people will say that my Maoshan sect is just a bunch of reckless people who only know how to swing their fists."

An Yan muttered when he heard this: "Isn't it good to be a reckless man? Beat them until they obey. It saves time and effort."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Grandmaster Mao Ying’s face darkened.

An Yan quickly shook his head, indicating that he didn't say anything.

Then, the Second Mao Jun and the Third Mao Jun saw their eldest brother Mao Ying coming back with a young man with a gloomy face. Without saying anything, they asked the two of them to take out the Taoist classics.

An Yan was directly swimming in the ocean of books, literally, he was drowned in books.

A day in heaven is one year on earth.

In this way, An Yan's miserable life of studying and chanting scriptures began.

The golden crow and the laurel alternate, and a day passes by unknowingly.

There are thirty-six heavens, among which the thirty-three heavens, the Lihentian Heaven and the Tushita Palace, are where the Jade Emperor resides.

The conference on the Dao was held outside the Tushita Palace.

The Golden Crow was born, and a place for discussing Taoism had been arranged outside the Tushita Palace. All the Taoist masters from various sects had arrived.

The most eye-catching among them are the Four Heavenly Masters.

An Yan followed behind the ancestor Mao Ying, looking around with curious eyes, and finally his gaze fell on the tightly closed gate of Tushita Palace with a hint of excitement.

It’s Taishang Laojun!
This is the most transcendent existence in heaven in all the mythological stories.

(End of this chapter)