In the Cangyundao Hall, the noise disappeared immediately, and there was endless silence. The immortals looked at the old Zen master woodenly, and the three sects including the leader An Wenzi were watching their noses and their hearts, as if they had turned into wooden sculptures.

As I saw it, the old Zen master's lips trembled slightly.

"Disciple...Disciple..."

"Um?"

The old voice of Songhe Ancient Immortal dragged the long tail sound, as if he had not yet woken up.

But the old Zen master hurriedly bent over and bent over for a long time.

"Report to senior, my sect... there is no elder in my sect in the upper realm!"

As soon as the words were finished, the voice of the ancient immortal Songhe sounded.

"Oh? It's strange! Guizong is also the lineage of my Xuanmen. Why did no one prove his enlightenment and become my immortal friend? From which region does Guizong's legal tradition inherit?"

The ancient immortal Songhe seemed very confused.

"Report to seniors, my sect's law system is inherited from the egoistic Immortal Realm."

After hearing the old Zen master responded like this, Songhe Ancient Immortal nodded immediately.

"I heard from my friend that I was confused more and more. The Great Awakening Realm is also one of the realms of the Immortal Land. I think the Taoist Dharma of the Sect should be extremely clever. Why hasn't anyone ascended? But your mistake? I've been lazy on weekdays? Otherwise, how could I fall to this point!"

At first, the voice of the ancient immortal Songhe was still calm. At the end, he made an angry sound for no reason. As he spoke, the old Zen master's body continued to tremble, his knuckles that were pinching the seal turned white, and sweat dripping on his forehead condensed.

"I dare not! Disciples and others dare not slacken in their practice!"

"Well, so it's not your fault, but I'm increasingly unable to understand why no one has ascended to the sect? But... someone else secretly bullies me? Do you want to ruin my Xuanmen luck?"

While speaking, the old Zen master shook even more.

His teeth were trembling and constantly touching each other. Even Liu Yuan was sitting upright in his position and could hear the sound.

"Brother...Disciple..."

"Don't talk, don't talk, look at your expression. I feel that you are probably really wronged. Come slowly. I think about it carefully and think clearly. I think about it over the years. Who is the one who secretly oppresses the Dharma lineage of your sect, and has made the sect still no one ascend to this day, which will ruin my Xuanmen's fortune!"

After saying that, Songhe Ancient Immortal paused and her old eyes stared at the old Zen master like an eagle and falcon, "You must think it clear before you can talk about it."

silence.

A long silence.

There was a silence in the Taoist temple.

The old Zen master gritted his teeth tightly, but he still couldn't help but tremble.

Sweat drips as big as beans slid down from their foreheads.

He still bent down, and even under the eyes of the ancient immortal, he did not dare to raise his head.

During this long silence, the old Zen master's breathing became rapid.

He finally spoke, with a crying voice in his voice, hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Sir! It's the West's escape from Zen in the lower realm! It's the Western Buddha's evil! It's the people who are ambitions! It's them who are secretly oppressing our sect! It's the people who are not prosperous in their sect's Taoism! It's the people who are not in high spirits! It's them who want to destroy the fortune of our Xuanmen!"

The drunkenness on the face of the ancient immortal Songhe completely disappeared, and the old immortal leaned forward.

"My friend, do you think this is serious?"

"really!"

"Oh! Sit, my friend, hurry up and sit down."

When the old Zen master trembled under the table and looked at the ancient immortal Songhe with a pale face, he saw the ancient immortal Songhe holding a spiritual pen in one hand, and a new picture was hanging in front of him. At this moment, what was written in one corner of the scroll.

After a while, Songhe Ancient Immortal wrote a pen.

The ancient immortal raised his head and sighed a long time.

He then turned over the scroll in front of him.

"Everyone, all the immortal friends, let's take a look at this picture carefully. Why did it come here? Why did it come here? Everyone said that the sects of my Xuanmen are in harmony, why... how could this happen?

If I hadn't asked today, when would I know? There are such ambition in this world! They are humiliating my brothers and feet! They are destroying my luck in the Xuanmen! This is your fault of my misunderstanding! Now it's time to think about repairing the problem of the dead."

The ancient immortal's voice was sad because the immortals and cultivators all came and went together.

Looking at this scroll, the ancient immortal syllable method of Songhe is even better than that of ancient and elegant immortals.

In the middle of the scroll is an old Zen master with a sad face and a stern voice. You can even see a hand tightly clutching in your sleeve, as if you are telling something.

Behind the old Zen master are all practitioners of Baiyang Zen Buddhism. When they heard what the old Zen master said, they all showed a look of pain and sadness.

Not far away are the three sects, and their expressions are also different in the scroll, as if they were moved by the old Zen master's accusation. When you look carefully, the expressions of the seven friends who listened to the Dharma were even more agile.

Even further away, there are groups of immortals who are painting their faces, either angry, compassionate, or meditate.

At one corner of the scroll, Songhe Ancient Immortal wrote in ancient seal script: "The Zen Master Crying Banquet Picture".

In this way, the ancient immortals hung up this picture, allowing all the immortals and cultivators to see it, and then they reached out and rolled up the "Zen Master Crying Banquet Picture" and put it in their sleeves.

"My soul is shaking now, and my heart is confused. I don't know what to say to you. But if there is a cause in this world, there should be a result. I want to go to the Zixiao Dao Realm to meet the saints. It is rude. I will take a step first."

While speaking, the ancient immortal Songhe had already stood up. As soon as he took a step, his body paused again and turned his head to look at the ancient immortal.

Immediately, the ancient immortal also stood up.

"I will go to Zixiao Dao Realm with my senior."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone to react, the ancient immortal Songhe and the ancient immortal had already sprinted away, and their figures disappeared outside the gate of the Taoist Palace.

At this time, the fairy Gu Hong seemed to have woken up during the meal. Shi Shi stood up straight and drank the wine in the glass.

"Oh, there are more things in this world that I can't bear to say. In this situation, I shouldn't have been having a banquet anymore. I'm not at ease now. Everyone, this elixir banquet will be over."

Speaking of this, Immortal Gu Hong turned his head and looked at the old Zen master who was sitting in the same place, with a dull expression.

"My friend, please be at ease. You are a monk from Xuanmen. We are a family. In the future, if you suffer grievances, you must speak in time. If you delay it for a long time, you will make a lot of noise. But it doesn't matter. Since you mentioned this, the saints of the Immortal Land will make the decision for you. If there is any change, our immortals in the Xuanqing Realm are willing to drive them away!"

As the old immortal spoke, many immortals in the hall had already stood up, and their bodies blurred. When they looked at it again, their figures were gone, as if they had dissipated among the white clouds.

Old Immortal Gu Hong also stood up and when he walked to the head of Master An Wenzi, he patted Master An Wenzi's shoulder kindly.

"Let's go away. When you return to the gods, you should be diligent and practice happily. If you have the fate in the future, we will have a banquet together."

Master An Wenzi and the elders also stood up and bowed.

In this way, I saw that the old immortal Gu Hong stood up while the cultivators stood up. When I arrived in front of the elders of Xuanqing Immortal Sect and Taihua Immortal Sect, the old immortal Gu Hong also stopped and encouraged him a few words. When I finally walked to the Baiyang Zen practitioners who were close to the door, the old Zen master was still sitting there in a daze.

"Little friend?Little friend?"

After the old immortal called out a few more times, the old Zen master stood up in a hurry and responded to the old immortal's encouragement, he was just timid.

Looking horizontally and vertically, the old Zen master seemed to have lost his soul.

The old fairy shook her head, said nothing, and walked straight out of Cangyun Dao Palace alone.

In the same place, only Zhu Xiu stood at the door, looking at each other.

When the group practitioners walked out of the side gate one after another, the old Zen master suddenly stopped and turned to look into the hall.
Chapter completed!