Because it was not at the headquarters of Penglai Xianshan, all the rituals and utensils that inherited the disciples had not been prepared, and now there is a mess, it is a waste of time to collect them with great fanfare.

So he took the solemn and solemn meaning, and placed a large tripod in the courtyard of the royal building of Taimiao, took a rock from Penglai Mountain, and added a Zixuan incense burner.

Not to mention that there are no tablets of ancestors of all dynasties, there is not even a table of incense for respecting heaven and earth.

This is really too "simple"!

This made Zhao Ming and Zen Master Yuanwu a little stunned for a moment. If it weren't for the one-armed Penglai Daojun standing in front of him, they would have thought that this was an inappropriate farce in front of him.

As if he saw the doubts of the country, he was looking up at the sky and turned around.

His two white eyebrows, which were very similar to Zen Master Yuanwu, were swaying on his cheeks. Behind the blue Taoist robe, there were also streamers flying around. Wherever he was, there seemed to be petals flying and auspicious clouds.

But if you look at it carefully, those things seem like illusions.

There was only a white-haired, white-bearded and white-eyed old Taoist.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry or be surprised."

Penglai Daojun twisted his beard and said softly:

"A thousand years ago, the immortal spirits were still there, and the way of heaven stood, and the three realms were investigated. Whenever you enter the school and become a disciple, you must pay tribute to the heaven and earth and seek witness. However, now, there is no spiritual energy, and there is no way of heaven.

Now the world has lost its power and has become ordinary people. However, our monks are still there and are still on the path of immortality.

Therefore, I, Penglai, cannot bear the incense stick.

When Your Majesty enters, you only need to advise the Taoist lords of Penglai to let the heaven and earth witness it."

Penglai Daozu said slowly.

His words are crazy and perverse.

Zhao Ming's heart also jumped.

The king and emperor called himself the emperor. The old Taoist in front of him dared to say that the world had perished and could not bear a stick of incense. This was like openly questioning the authority of the emperor on earth.

The Taoist Lord Penglai doesn’t care.

Seeing that the king had raised his arms with one arm and gently pointed his fingers in front of him. The empty air was like a wave of water being twitched, and the waves spread like a mirror, spreading out quickly in a ray of spiritual energy.

The entire Taimiao atrium seemed to be emerging in the emergence of the water waves, becoming unreal.

Auspicious clouds gather on the large cauldron that emits smoke.

There is also a ray of light like a candlelight, gathering and dispersing into a road that extends straight to the feet of the king of the country. In front of him, figures of human beings appear in the unfolding of auspicious clouds.

All the fairy clothes are floating, the clouds are facing their feet, and there are illusions surrounding them are entangled, holding various magical instruments in their hands.

There are also several others, riding on green cows and cranes, or standing on the black turtle and blue dragon.

A full atmosphere of immortals.

Their lists are clearly layered. The higher they go, the more the rays are, the more powerful they are. At the center, there is an elder in a long black and white dress, sitting upright on a rattan chair, twisting his whiskers with his hands, and his eyes are warm.

But it was difficult to see the man's cheek.

This is the picture of ascension to immortality.

There is also a copy in the Five Immortals Secret Realm. It is a catalog of ancestors who have achieved success in their cultivation. It is equivalent to the genealogy of the master's inheritance of the Wulin Sect. Of course, this one is the same.

But it is much cooler than the dry writing of the martial arts sect, just like a holographic projection, three-dimensional and real.

Those senior masters will look forward with gazes or encouragement.

Zhao Ming took a deep breath.

As the gaze of Zhishanjun and Penglai Daozu, he took a step forward and stepped on the flowing light, like stepping on the water surface. Every step he took would leave a faint ripples, fluctuating outward, which was extremely magical.

After walking nine steps, Zhao Ming came to the front of the big cauldron.

He took a deep breath.

He stretched out his hand and lifted his robe and bent his knees. He knelt on the cushion below like he was kneeling down to worship his elders and ancestors. He had already lit a stick of incense stick next to him, just waiting for the incense stick to be inserted into the incense burner.

"Bang"

The cold utensils hit Zhao Ming's calves.

Like a mountain, he leaned under his body, allowing his falling movement to stop in place.

"Um?"

This moment.

Zhao Ming, the Lord of Dingshan and the Lord of Penglai turned to the side at the same time.

There, the old monk, who was dry and thin, wearing a new Buddha robe, was holding a dragon in his hand and pressing against Zhao Ming's calf.

There was still a gentle smile on his old face.

But those eyes have opened again, still as clear as before on the Yangtze River, like the sky after rain, and like a calm sea, reflecting the wisdom of life.

"The old monk thought about it and felt that this matter was still inappropriate."

Facing the three of them watching, Monk Yuanwu said slowly:

"If Zhao Ming himself had entered the school, it would be nothing more than the immortal family to acquire more ordinary disciples. But if the lord of the Immortal World entered the immortal gate, he would probably not be able to block the world's long mouth.

It's better to do this."

The old monk took a deep breath, as if a cyclone formed in front of him, and he wanted to mix several feet of air around him with spiritual energy and suck it into his body together.

Zhao Ming felt a suffocating feeling when the wind blew.

The old monk's body expanded rapidly like a balloon. In just a blink of an eye, he changed from a dry old man to a strong and muscular man.

He is still bald and white-eyed, but he adds three points of domineering pressure.

He looked at the Penglai Ancestor and the Duan Shanjun in front of him.

He said:

"Why would you like to ask Zhao Ming to give up the position of the king first and abdicate to others, and then let him worship the wall of Penglai Gate, okay?"

"master"

Zhao Ming saw that the atmosphere in the venue was not good, so he wanted to persuade him.

Just as he spoke, the old monk Yuanwu stared back with a look.

The old monk said softly:

"Lord, you are the lord of a country, and millions of people are protected by you. You just told me that you were so proud, but the old monk was very sad and could not feel any joy.

You just want to use clever skills to take shortcuts to change the world's peace, but you don't want to really use your efforts to govern the court and win the return of the people.

You think you make sacrifices, but in fact you are like a child playing. If you really kneel down today, if you die in vain for thousands of souls in the past few years, who should you ask for to reason?

You, the king of the country, are really unqualified.

But now that things have come to this point, it is useless to blame. If you want to be relaxed and happy, you can leave the burden of the world and leave it to another person who can support it!"

"Bang"

The thousand-jung dragon gently patted Zhao Ming's abdomen, swept the king into the strong wind and whistled out of the Taimiao.

"Clang"

The Buddha's stick is leaning on the ground, several feet in a radius, and the bluestone is broken.

"Old ancestor, I'll catch him back!"

The monk shouted, and with an umbrella, he jumped out of the Taimiao with a loud bang. The fast ancestor didn't have time to call him, and in the atrium, there were only the old monk and the Taoist king.

"I don't see the misery of the world, I don't see the liberation of the immortal dust, I don't see the yellow springs and hell, I don't see the Pure Land Tathagata, Amitabha Buddha."

Yuanwu held the dragon in his hand, and the golden Buddhist scriptures emerged from outside his body like golden lotus flowers.

He pronounced the Buddha's name to the Taoist Lord in front of him and said:
Chapter completed!