Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 158 Penglai Dharma Assembly, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

This is Jiang Sheng's intuitive feeling about these people.

Even if there is only a clone here at this time, Jiang Sheng can clearly feel the difference of each qi mechanism below.

Jiang Sheng commented softly: "That Ye Qian doesn't look like a fifteen or sixteen year old."

"There is nothing wrong with his Qi mechanism, but there is always something wrong."

"There is also Huang Wensheng, who is in his twenties and at the foundation-building level. His conversation and experience are all normal."

"But he also seems to be hiding something."

Lin Fan smiled and said: "Brother Yuan Chen, I am very lucky to have so many talents coming to Penglai now."

Jiang Sheng closed his eyes lightly: "If it hadn't been for this moment, these people would never have climbed up Yuanqiao and arrived at the Green Bamboo Courtyard."

After the three worships, Lin Feiyu said: "According to the order of the leader: after this ceremony, the Penglai Taoist Sect will not have any more disciple-receiving ceremonies in the next thousand years."

At a rough glance, there are as many as a thousand disciples in the Purple Mansion Realm.

While the monks from Penglai Taoism never showed up, these people who landed on the island were not in a hurry.

After that, Lin Feiyu took out a token. After infusing it with mana, as the token glowed, a clear light shot into the mountain.

I saw a speck of light sinking into the mountain path like a galaxy, but it didn't make a single ripple.

The monks bowed again and said, "I have met Master Zhang."

Among Yuanqiao, Ye Qian chatted happily with Huang Wensheng and Tian Ming'an, and they only had eight friends as friends.

At this time, there were auspicious clouds in the sky, and one Penglai disciple of the Purple Mansion Realm was seen standing on the clouds, each wearing a green robe and jade hairpin, with a solemn expression on his face.

All the monks in the Green Bamboo Courtyard quietly looked at the vast auspicious clouds in the sky and waited quietly.

This number is actually not much. Every time Yuanqiao Island appears, millions of monks will rush to the East China Sea from all over the world to try to board Yuanqiao Island.

Immediately afterwards, the kind-faced old man smiled and said: "I am a poor Taoist, Wang Fang, the chief official who will inquire about the way of thinking for this Dharma assembly."

"They should sink in the East China Sea!"

Because there are still some new people arriving every day and living in the small courtyard.

Dang~dang~
The melodious bells seemed to ring in everyone's ears. The monks in the Green Bamboo Courtyard came out of their bamboo houses one after another and looked into the sky.

Following a period of tremors, the towering mountains suddenly cracked open, revealing a long and narrow mountain stream path in the middle.

Lin Fan shrugged and said nothing.

The wind and waves of the East China Sea will sift away more than 90% of them, and only the remaining ones are qualified to come here.

Such momentum indicates that the Penglai Taoist disciple recruitment ceremony is about to begin.

Not only Ye Qian, but all the monks who participated in the ceremony disappeared.

Suddenly a bell rang.

The monks all worshiped together: "I have met Master Lin."

Tian Ming'an stayed in this small green bamboo courtyard for thirty days.

Except for waiters bringing food and water every morning, noon and evening, the people of Penglai never showed up.

This is the last chance!
Seeing that the densely packed monks below were all serious, Lin Feiyu nodded with satisfaction: "The first test of the Dharma Assembly, the Climbing Immortal Bridge is right in front."

Ye Qian looked around. With so many people in such a place, could it be possible that there would be a queue?

The middle-aged man with a majestic look among the twelve Golden Elixir Masters slowly said: "Lin Feiyu, a poor Taoist, is the chief official of Climbing Immortal Bridge for this Dharma conference."

Finally, the elegant middle-aged female cultivator said: "Ning Yan, a poor Taoist, is testing the chief official of Tianmen Pass for this Dharma conference."

Hearing this, everyone felt shocked.

Thousands of years to come!

Some newcomers stay behind closed doors and practice hard when they arrive, while others visit monks in other small courtyards to gain experience.

In front of these Zifu Realm disciples, there are twelve square jade beds.

When the light in front of him dissipated, Ye Qian found himself standing in front of the mountain stream, with no one else around.

The monks bowed again: "I have met Zhenren Wang."

As expected, Lin Feiyu said again: "The nameplate on your body has recorded your aura. Now you only need to activate the nameplate with spiritual power, and you can set foot on the Dengxian Bridge."

At this time, there were a hundred thousand monks waiting to join the Penglai Tao Sect in Yuanqiao.

One early morning after March.

Ye Qian did not hesitate. After activating the nameplate, with a flash of light in front of his eyes, Ye Qian disappeared into the Qingzhu Courtyard.

In other words, during the thousand years from the 39,900 to 40,900 years of the Shanhe Calendar, the Penglai Taoist Sect would not recruit any more disciples.

The mountain path is extremely narrow, and it is difficult for one person to pass, let alone more people.

Not only Ye Qian was curious about this issue, many monks also had doubts, but none of them dared to speak out and waited quietly for Lin Feiyu's next words.

Twelve golden elixir masters sit cross-legged on the jade bed, wearing crane crowns and feather robes, their breaths are vast and misty.

"This is the method of Xuanmen Holy Land?!"

Ye Qian was surprised and carefully stepped onto the mountain path.

The mountain stream trail seems to be just an ordinary trail.

It is narrow and narrow, with towering mountain walls on both sides. From time to time, water droplets fall along the mountain walls, making the trail even more slippery.

After Ye Qian sensed it, he found that he had turned back into an ordinary mortal without any magic means.

But Ye Qian didn't panic and walked forward step by step.

The mountain stream is not long. After ten thousand steps, Ye Qian walked out of the mountain stream and found that there was a cliff in front of him.

Below is a vast sea of ​​clouds, with strong winds roaring on both sides, and only three thin ropes in front of him are submerged in the clouds.

This seems to be the Dengxian Bridge.

A gust of wind blew, and the three ropes kept swaying, as if they were about to be blown off at the next moment.

Ye Qian chuckled lightly and stepped onto the rope.

This method is nothing more than a test of the monk's courage. He will not be fooled!
Sure enough, after stepping onto the rope, Ye Gan discovered that the rope was extremely tough and showed no signs of shaking.

What you see on the cliff is nothing more than an illusion.

At this time, there was a strong wind blowing from both sides, but Ye Qian turned a blind eye and walked forward very steadily step by step.

This scene was also seen clearly by Lin Feiyu and the others.

In that phantom, the performance of all the monks could not escape the sight of the law enforcement disciples.

I saw a monk walking, and suddenly the wind blew, and the rope under his feet made a snapping sound.

He was so frightened that he quickly jumped onto another rope, but fell directly into the cloud.

The other monk ignored the break of the rope under his feet and continued to walk forward.

As a result, halfway through, I found that the rope in front of me had ended. At this time, only the ropes on both sides were still extending.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to change the rope, and then he screamed and fell down.

After a while, many monks fell out of the mountain stream.

These monks looked at their intact bodies in horror, then looked at the expressionless Penglai disciples outside, and then left dejectedly.

Many of them couldn't help but burst into tears, turning back step by step, but still didn't dare to act recklessly.

The performance of these people was directly ignored by Lin Feiyu and others.

If you can't even climb the Immortal Bridge, why are you talking about practicing in Penglai?

They are all weak-minded people. Ye Qian walked along the thin rope under his feet. Even if the rope suddenly broke, he continued to move forward calmly.

When he reached the top and found that there was no road ahead but there were still roads on both sides, Ye Qian took a step forward without any hesitation.

It is God's favor to live a new life. If destiny is mine, then I will be successful in everything I do!

In the misty clouds, Ye Qian maintained his forward speed and strode forward along the direction of the rope.

After walking about a thousand feet, a flat land appeared in the clouds and mist ahead.

If you look closely, you will find that this flat land is actually the top of a mountain peak, which was flattened and paved with jade.

At this time, there were several monks sitting cross-legged on the platform, waiting.

Ye Qian even discovered Huang Wensheng's figure in the same Qingzhu courtyard.

This surprised Ye Qian. He thought that among the four people in the same hospital, Tian Ming'an should be the first to arrive, but he never thought that he was ahead.

After Ye Qian stepped onto the platform, he turned around and saw a masked female cultivator walking over.

That was the one in the same house who had been silent.

It didn't take long for Tian Ming'an to walk step by step very solidly.

After the four people from the same hospital gathered together, they silently found a place to sit down cross-legged. Although there were no words, there was a tacit understanding.

Not long after, there were thousands more people on the platform.

Tens of thousands of people followed.

In the end, more than 70,000 of the 100,000 people who set foot on the Immortal Bridge came to the platform.

Those who were eliminated were only more than 20%.

Soon, with a bell ringing, Wang Fang appeared on the platform.

Everyone looked at the real man and heard Wang Fang smile and say: "Congratulations on crossing the Dengxian Bridge."

"The next level is to ask for your thoughts."

"Everyone, please take a look."

With Wang Fang's finger, the fog surrounding the platform dispersed, revealing a rugged and winding path extending from the front to the distance.

"That's the way to ask your heart. You can also step on it by activating the nameplate."

"You still have three-quarters of an hour to rest. After three-quarters of an hour, if you haven't embarked on the path of self-questioning, please leave voluntarily."

After saying that, Wang Fang closed his eyes and stopped making any sound.

Monks, look at me and I look at you. Some people couldn't help but entered the path of questioning first.

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people also entered one after another.

In less than a quarter of an hour, tens of thousands of people disappeared from the platform.

Three quarters of an hour later, all the monks on the platform embarked on the journey of questioning.

Wenxin Road looks simpler than Dengxian Bridge. It seems that you only need to follow this rugged and winding road to the end.

But even so, it didn't take long for someone to crawl back to the platform, their faces full of fear and fear.

After Huang Wensheng embarked on the journey of asking for help, his vision immediately went dark and he lost his vision.

But at this time, he can still perceive with hearing and touch, as well as the sense of smell, and can smell the smell in the air.

Although you have to be careful, you can continue walking on the rugged trail.

After walking about a hundred feet, hearing disappeared, leaving only touch and smell.

At this time, Huang Wensheng was inevitably a little panicked.

Huang Wensheng, who couldn't hear or see, and whose vision was pitch black, suppressed the panic in his heart and walked forward bit by bit.

As he walked, Huang Wensheng suddenly realized that he had no sense of touch.

Although I have been walking, I can't feel anything under my feet.

When did the feeling of touch disappear?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Huang Wensheng found that he couldn't even speak.

He couldn't speak, couldn't see, hear or touch anything, and eventually even his sense of smell disappeared.

At this time, Huang Wensheng seemed to be in chaos, not knowing where to go.

In the darkness and silence, it seemed like there was no other existence except myself.

Huang Wensheng, whose five senses had disappeared, felt that all kinds of emotions in his heart were amplifying and affecting his mind.

In the projection, Huang Wensheng's originally honest and honest face had become quite ferocious.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Huang Wensheng to calm down and continue to move forward step by step.

At this time, every step he took was like a heavy burden pressing on him, making Huang Wensheng sweat profusely.

One hundred steps? Two hundred steps?

Huang Wensheng didn't know how far he had walked. The road seemed to have no end.

But Huang Wensheng knew that as long as he could move forward, it meant that he was still on the journey of asking questions.

Carrying a heavy burden and losing all five senses, Huang Wensheng moved with difficulty, step after step.

Finally, there seemed to be a sound of wind in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Wensheng smelled the fragrance of vegetation.

Then the sense of touch and vision came back one by one.

Only then did Huang Wensheng realize that this seemingly winding and rugged road to spiritual inquiry was only three thousand steps long.

After walking three thousand steps, the front is bright.

The moment he left Qinxinlu, Huang Wenchang let out a long breath.

At this time, in Huang Wensheng's consciousness, an anxious voice sounded: "Xiao Shengzi, are you okay?"

Huang Wensheng quickly replied: "Mr. Ding, I'm fine. The question about my mind just now seems to have blocked the five senses, so I can't contact you."

But Old Ding, who was in his spiritual consciousness, said: "This Penglai Dao Sect's method of questioning the mind is extraordinary. It is not an ordinary way of blocking the five senses. It also blocks me."

"It is worthy of being the Taoist holy land in the world of mountains and rivers. Climbing the Immortal Bridge and asking questions about your heart are endless mysteries."

"Xiao Shengzi, if you can pass the three levels, you can practice in Penglai with peace of mind. Don't think about revenge. Doomsday will happen in the future. You can still protect yourself in Penglai."

Huang Wensheng said: "Mr. Ding, what are you talking about? This kid is today thanks to your help. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to turn over."

"I promise to avenge you, and I must do it. Only in this way can I live up to my seven-foot body!"

Mr. Ding said happily: "If you have this heart, it is enough."

Above the sky, Lin Fan looked at Huang Wensheng who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, Lin Fan said: "On the way to ask questions just now, this kid seemed to be calling someone?"

Jiang Sheng nodded: "Well, he was calling someone."

"Although I am not here, my eyes are not blind."

"It's getting more and more interesting." Lin Fan smiled, as if he was thinking of something fun.

Jiang Sheng glanced at Lin Fan: "Why are you paying attention?"

"I was thinking, if these people can pass the third level, how about assigning them to you and me and see who can train them better?" Lin Fan said with a smile.

Jiang Sheng refused very directly: "I don't have that much time. If I recruit a few more disciples, you, Lin Yunxuan, will teach me?"

Lin Fan laughed: "Don't be anxious, let's see how they perform first."

(End of this chapter)