Chapter 162： Satoko Fumiko (1/2)
”Ugh……”
After Zhang Jintong spoke, he was sighing.
It's the same sigh. Different people sigh, they have different meanings. Zhang Jintong is not a real heavenly master, it is only supported by him, and the former heavenly master must be enlisted by the court in order to be regarded as orthodox. However, in modern society, the official head is drawn to you for encyclopedia?
Therefore, his identity has always been embarrassing. Of course, he has presided over Tianshifu for many years, and the prestige has already existed, extruding a low voice from that rough and hoarse throat, like grief and intimacy, making everyone shiver.
Immediately, the tone of Lao Dao was changed again, with a strange sense of excitement: ”I have three things for you today. One is to observe the ceremony, and the other is to rewrite the sectarian general manager. I will report to the association. Twenty-four to six, we are the only remaining gate of Zhengyi. ”
He paused, and the excitement came out like a snake, saying, ”The third thing, if you go back this time, you must choose the best disciples in the school and go to Beijing every day!”
Buzz!
The house seemed to boil water with fierce fire, first it was boiling with bliss, followed by it, the noise became louder and louder, and finally became a piece.
”I don't understand what you mean,” Wu Songbai said.
”What is this excellent disciple?” Li Jingxiu said.
One is the Maoshan faction, and the other is the Lingbao faction. It is also called Fushan Sanshan, and is like a brotherhood. The two people's speech also represented everyone's thoughts.
Zhang Miaoxian also satirized in a timely manner, saying: ”Since we have been brought to us, we have opened our minds when we have something to say, why do we make it mysterious?”
”The meaning is very simple, we should light up the family ...”
Zhang Jintong swept the audience, Huang Shoushan's face was positive, and he slowly and powerfully uttered a sentence: ”You old practitioners, the Taoism is here!”
boom!
If you said it was boiling water just now, fry the pot now. Except for Wang Ruoxu and Tan Chongzhen, the remaining fifteen suzerainmen were all shocked, terrified, and unbelievable.
Let's say that although the religious world is madly moving towards commercialization, some things are immutable. These last for thousands of years, have gone through the calamity, and still have a little bit of afterglow legacy, which is the foundation of the door.
People are good in the mundane world. It's not too longing for longevity, strength, or proud travel in my heart ...
Therefore, the majors such as Qingwei and Lingbao have been clearly assigned by the previous chairmen. They divided the disciples into two types, one for making money, and then selecting the most savvy from them for the training of the next chairperson. Because you have to deal with the world and the government to ensure the longevity of the martial arts.
The other is naturally sincere, about one thousandth, or even one millionth. Like disciples, these disciples are hidden by various factions and never exposed.
They are all for the continuation of Taoism, but the former is face and the latter is lizi.
Since the Ming Dynasty, Reiki began to deplete sharply, and quickly entered the end of the Fa era. In the following hundreds of years, countless people asked for truth, and countless people gave up halfway, thinking that it was a rumor of the ancestors, and there was no law at all.
The very few remaining were almost desperate, insisting on just a little thought.
And at this moment, in this Shangqing palace, someone actually said in front of himself: The Taoism is now alive!
”You, are you serious?”
Xue Mingxin, who was more than 80 years old, suddenly stood up, tremblingly pointed at Zhang Jintong, his old eyes were extremely sharp, staring at each other for fear that he would deny himself the next second.
”Don't dare to make a fuss, absolutely take it!”
Xue Ming's heart is very high, Zhang Jintong also quickly got up and gave a gift.
”Where did you get this news?”
”Is there any evidence?”
”A bunch of old guys are all in the ground, but I can't stand your joke!”
The others looked and asked with different expressions. Zhang Jintong stretched out his hands and pressed down, saying, ”I have no reason to speak, let's see for yourself.”
As he said, he opened the large display behind him, and a flash of the screen showed a young man.
Ok?
The crowd was weird, and saw the man holding his finger and yelling, ”Sick!”
boom!
A huge shadow suddenly jumped out and landed on the ground. The young man pointed again, this dark shadow jumped into the forest, his hands spread out, ten sharp claws protruded, and there was a gloomy black light.
Boom!
This thing is like a savage wild beast, raging wildly in the forest, sweeping the claws back and forth, those trees and mountains are like cutting tofu, the branches and leaves fly, the rocks are cracking.
Then, the young man drank again: ”Close!”
The dark shadow suddenly jumped back, standing still, the fierceness and **** smell of his body seemed to rush through the screen to the crowd.
”this is……”
Wu Songbai saw the cold sweat, and suddenly exclaimed, ”This is the autopsy of Xia Maoshan?”
”It's really like morgue!”
Wang Ruoxu paced in a timely manner and was shocked: ”But I heard that the conditions for corpse smashing are extremely harsh. It has not been recorded for hundreds of years. Is it false?
”No, this bone can't be wrong, and the appearance can't be wrong. If I'm not wrong, this corpse should be in the Iron Corpse Realm!”
As the two talked, slap! The picture turned dark again, and the conference room seemed to be still shaking.
”...”
Everyone was silent, but they believed nine points.
Zhang Jintong took a look around and briefly introduced: ”This person is called Li Suchun. He came from the 72nd house of Maoshan, and Master has died.”
”Where is he now?” Zhang Miaoxian said.
Zhang Jintong glanced at him with a subtle look: ”Beijing.”
Beijing!
As soon as these two words came out, everyone who was present understood it. Simply put, this is called learning literary and martial arts, and selling it to the emperor's house. As long as you nod, you have a lot of resources leaning towards you.
Whether it is the Leifa of the Qing Dynasty and the Fuyu of Maoshan School, there is hope to reproduce.