Five peaks of Mount Wutai stand tall, above the clouds. Shen Yuanjing is carrying the sword light. The five pillars can be seen from afar and are approaching again. But there are no trees on the top of the mountain, like a platform of earth.

One of them is particularly high, as if it is raised from the flat ground, and there is no path to the upper and lower, so it is difficult for birds to rise higher. The palaces above are lined up, with bright red walls, and yellow tiles seem to be aimed at the sky with bronze mirrors, reflecting dazzling golden light, which is very spectacular.

Most immortal mansions are hidden in the mountains and isolated from people. There are not many people who are exposed in front of people like the Wutai Sect. Besides, they are so flashy that they are not as good as the portal of the Taoist practice.

Following the guidance of a golden pillar soaring into the sky, Shen Yuanjing landed on a specially built high platform. A pair of handsome boys and girls dressed in red quickly came up and bowed together and said, "Welcome to the immortal to grow up!"

He was asked to the side and led him to the red chair on the side. Two younger boys and girls stepped forward, holding up the tray, each with exquisite white jade-carved cups.

The girl said sweetly: "If the fairy-elder is a wedding wine, please drink a cup of welcome wine; if you love tea, please taste a cup of dust-washing tea!"

The young man whispered: "Please give me a name, so I will inform you to send the elders in the inner world to welcome you!"

Such etiquette is naturally to show the respect of the owner. In this direction, there are dozens of such high platforms, all of which are so handed and arranged, which shows luxury.

Shen Yuanjing had just reported his name and saw two people falling from the high platform next door, wearing fire robes, dressed in barbarian monks, and were tall. One was particularly majestic and fierce. He didn't speak. He just drank the glass of wine in one go. He felt that it was not enough and asked someone to take the jar and drink it all in one breath.

Another big head and round eyes, with wind-catching big ears hanging two golden rings, and a white face as paper. He stood aside, then said, "I am Yu De, the pink-faced Buddha. This is my master, the Dianxi Poison Dragon Venerable. I will quickly lead us to meet Zen Master Xiaoyue and Xu Feiniang."

These men and women who came to serve as reception naturally had to give instructions and understand the weight of this name. One girl hurriedly led the Venerable Poison Dragon to the front hall, and the other boy hurriedly reported it inside.

Soon, several people came, including two familiar ones, one was Xu Feiniang and the other was sick Vimo Zhu Hong, but she still looked like she had no hair.

The monk who was ahead was born with a full moon face, tall and righteous face, and thought it was Zen Master Xiaoyue.

The two sides met and introduced themselves, including the Golden Arhat Dharma Yuan and the Xuandu Yushi Lin Yuan. Because Yu De had learned Buddhism under the seat of Fa Yuan, he stepped forward to kowtow. Then Venerable Poison Dragon exclaimed: "These five platforms have extraordinary scenery. The prosperity here is a hundred times better than that of my western Yunnan."

Zen Master Xiaoyue said a few humble words and was about to lead him into the hall, but Xu Feiniang called him and said, "Let's go! There is another master here, I told the Zen Master the last time, Qingxuan Zhenren, Sanzhe Cliff, Taihang Mountain."

She led everyone to the high platform here. Zen Master Xiaoyue saw that Shen Yuanjing was so charming, and did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly said, "This is the successor of Chunyang Zhenren. It is indeed a rude monk."

After saying that, he bowed his hand and didn't seem to care that the other party had taught his disciples a lesson. However, Zhu Hong's face was indeed gloomy and his eyes were filled with fierce light.

Shen Yuanjing knew that Zen Master Xiaoyue was not very energetic. He was so angry that he passed over the senior brothers and passed the position of Emei to Qi Shuming. He ran away angrily and worshipped the ancestor Changdi Cave, the wild man in Guizhou. Hahaha.

If he really doesn't take this matter to heart, he will just ask Zhu Hong to reborn his hair and "spoil his face and fuck him". Keeping this outfit is obviously a grudge.

When the group arrived at the hall, there was already a lot of people inside. When Shen Yuanjing entered the door, he saw that it was a gathering of bulls, ghosts, gods and snakes. Some were as big as a bucket, some were as small as a bowl, some were as powdered as a face, yellow eyebrows, but with Adam's apples, some were not able to tell a man or a woman, some were as white as a pig, some were as black as a ghost... Here, even people with broken arms and lame legs seemed extremely normal.

The Poison Dragon Venerable naturally sat in the upper few positions. When someone stood up, someone came forward to greet him. One of the young girls was particularly eye-catching. She wore a magic crown on her head, climbed the clouds, and wore a yellow forged monk's robe. She held a whisk in her hand. She looked solemn and very beautiful.

She looked righteous, but she was sitting in the right position opposite the Poison Dragon Venerable, but she didn't know how these two people would have a relationship.

However, Shen Yuanjing was taken to the row of the nuns, and the people sitting here were still normal, and there were no strange shapes. Xu Feiniang seemed to have some disputes with Zhu Hong, and came with anger, barely squeezed out a smile, and said:

"But I'm neglecting fellow Taoist. I'll introduce you to several fellow Taoists. The four of them above are Zen Master Yougen, Zhuge Ying, Canglang Feather Suixinyi, and Daoist, who are all high disciples of the Wudang Sect Lingzi Zhenren."

The Wudang Sect inherited the Taoist tradition of Sanfeng Zhenren, which is authentic Taoist, and the partial palace worships Lu Zu, which is somewhat related. However, these four people have never heard of the figure Shen Yuanjing, so they greeted him casually and did not say much.

Seeing that Shen Yuanjing's face had not changed, Xu Feiniang couldn't guess whether the other party would mind the seat. She secretly hated Zhu Hong in her heart and insisted on refuting the face and putting the person she invited to the next place.

According to her idea, even though Shen Yuanjing was not as good as the Zen Master Zhifei, the hidden sword immortal Mr. Zhong, and the Youlongzi and Wei Shao, who came from the Kunlun School, may not be as good as the female nun. Fairy Moga, Master Yuqing, is a disciple of Master Youtan, but he is definitely not inferior to those of the same generation of people, such as the Golden Grandma Luo Ziyan, the White Bird Cave in Hengshan.

Now it makes no sense to put him together with some "juniors" in Wudang Mountain.

At this time, there was another acquaintance of the welcome fairy boy, and she could not say anything else. She comforted her words and left in a hurry. However, she attached such importance to it, which attracted many people in the hall to look at her side.

Shen Yuanjing came here with the idea of ​​watching the fun, so he naturally didn't care about these red tape, nor did he drink wine, drink and tea on the table, but just closed his eyes to rest, and ignored anyone.

After a while, the noise became even more frequent. Many evil sects despised the light taste and wanted to eat blood and were led to the side hall to entertain. After two hours, it was getting late and everyone was almost the same, but the other protagonist, Emei sect, who was booked today, was not present.

The Poison Dragon Master couldn't hold back his breath and said with a loud voice: "Zen Master, I've filled my stomach with wine and ate a lot of blood and food. I saw that it was getting dark. When will your sect ceremony begin?"

Next to him, a boy of eleven or twelve years old spoke, "What are you anxious about, you barbarian monk? The Zen master set up the ring. If the other party doesn't come, what's the feeling of singing this play alone?"

The boy had a red face as round as the full moon, thick eyebrows and eyes, a big nose and wide mouth, wearing a short red shirt, naked red feet, and two strings of paper money and a string of skeleton rosary beads hanging on his neck. Judging from the seating level alone, his status is even higher than that of the Venerable Poison Dragon.

"The Five Ghosts Kings are right!" The top man, with a white gray face, wearing a white numb costume and a numb crown, looked cold and fierce, and his mouth was cold, like a cold wind swelling, making his skin stand on his feet.

"You little red thief has some knowledge with the ghost Taoist priest. Unlike this barbarian monk who has become a wild man, there is granite in his mind." A voice suddenly came out from the door of the hall. When everyone saw that it was two short men and six or seven men, women, monks and Taoist people entered.

Among them are Master Gu Xia and Qi Lingyun, who had fought with Shen Yuanjing, who were obviously from Emei.
Chapter completed!