My little country

On Baiyun Mountain, thousands of kilometers away from Jiankang City, there is a well-known Taoist temple called Baiyun Temple.

This Baiyun View is also an ancient famous view with a glorious history of hundreds of years, plus the geographical location is close to the imperial capital.

Therefore, this Baiyun Temple has always been a place where high-ranking officials and nobles from all over the world have come to pray for gods and worship Buddha. It is a famous incense holy place in the world.

At the same time, the master of the Baiyun Temple was also the chairman of the monk association established by the court decades ago, and was responsible for dealing with the matters of monks registered in various places.

In the monastic world where the number of registered people has exceeded 36,000 in recent years, they are also elderly people who are respected and represent the official attitude.

His words are still very useful to many major factions in the monastic world.

After all, every year subsidies have to be passed through his hands. Who hasn't asked the government for decades?

Therefore, at the same time that the imperial court announced that it would hold the so-called All-World Monk Conference in Jiankang City.

A small-scale gathering of prominent monks in the monastic world was also quietly held.

In the Baiyun View on Baiyun Mountain, there is an antique bamboo garden hall that is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Already in his seventies, but still seems to be full of energy, the red-faced Baiyun Guanzhu sits at the head of the seat, with two middle-aged men from members of the security department, smiling at the monks sitting below.

The position of Zhuyuan was already sitting seven or eight, and as the last white-haired old man in a gray robes walked in, the wooden door was gently closed by his followers.

At the same time, a burst of discussion spread from the participants.

"It's the old mountain master of Longlang Mountain!"

"The last time I met was ten years ago, the old mountain master seems to be in good spirits, and he really has gained the skill of Taoist health preservation!"

These monks who smiled and said hello, and only regarded this meeting as a meeting of appropriations, never expected.

After they entered this bamboo garden, the modern state's full-strength mobilization force is collecting every subtle movement of their bones, and then passing them to the investigation team office building in Jiankang City through the Internet.

It was broadcasted in real time to investigators including Detective Jiang.

Obviously...Before the convening of the convention, the court wanted to find out the monks it had mastered.

After all, with the birth of the Qingyun Sword Fairy of the Sword Fairy Gate, many experts have made a bold guess after studying in detail a large number of ancient books and novels with open minds of ancient literati.

Perhaps the Sword Immortal and the Longshan Wumen are not just examples. I am undergoing major changes in this world. Many cultivation techniques that have not been effective before...maybe they are effective again!

Maybe these various factions here have true cultivation hidden inside!

And this kind of theory similar to aura recovery, let alone there are many markets, many people believe this while eating white radish, and began to collect all kinds of ancient inheritance secret books.

Xiao Yu’s Qingyun Sword Immortal, if he learns about this, I’m afraid he will sneer, and then said: Xiuxian must eat white radish!Anyone who starts cultivating without eating white radish is a fake cultivator!

In the bamboo garden, everyone was seated.

The old master of Bai Yunguan coughed lightly, and said amiably: "You fellow practitioners are also old practitioners."

"I'm not showing off anymore. This time I am calling everyone over for this meeting. That's what the above means."

Seeing the old practitioners below each quietly pricked their ears after hearing the above two words, the old master nodded secretly and nodded:

"Old practitioners, the court is going to rectify our names! This conference will set the rankings of the martial arts! The top ten...but can get many privileges from the court!"

"Tax-free, preferential policy support, and interest-free loans..." said that the old watcher turned on the projection screen behind him, and the top ten concessions listed above suddenly made the monks below stare wide and swallowed. Slobber.

"This... these are all real?" The old mountain master of Longlang Mountain stood up excitedly, as if seeing the image of the honor he received when his school was honored as the head of the world.

"Lao Shanzhu, the court doesn't speak big words, it really wants to support me and other local monks."

"But I want a good ranking..." Laoguan paused, before a middle-aged man nodded and said loudly:

"You old practitioners, you are hiding the good seedlings you tuck, but good things have to be brought out to shine!"

"Let's not fight the relationship this time, and don't look at who reads well."

The old master took a deep breath, staring at the monks below and shouted:

"Let's see everyone's real guys this time!"

"what?"

The heads or heads of the dozens of factions sitting below all stared with wide-eyed eyes, and a big stunned expression appeared on their faces.

"Really?" A middle-aged bearded monk blinked: "How can I tell this? Could it be that I did the ritual, and someone went to the underworld to ask if I received it?"

"Hehe...hehe." The bearded monk noticed that no one was paying attention to him, and that the old watcher was sitting even more irritated and prestigious. He couldn't help but shut up with a smile.

The same respected Lao Shanzhu opened his mouth and broke everyone's embarrassing situation.

"Guanzhu's words also represent the meaning of the court?"

"Yes, Lao Shanzhu, I wonder if your school has accomplished monks in cultivation?" Lao Guanzhu asked.

"There are many methods handed down from the ancestors."

The old mountain master shook his head: "There are not no disciples who can get started."

"Just like the old way, those disciples helped to do a ritual, consecrated or something. To be honest, there are no miraculous occurrences in the record."

"Perhaps, in the end, it will be the same as the old way. It's nothing more than a long life."

Said that the old mountain master sighed deeply.

It caused the other monks to touch the scene one by one, and their eyes were red.

After all, everyone here is inherited, not those who have been added for the great tourism industry.

While making money and gaining fame and fortune, they have not forgotten the sect inheritance and the desire to become immortal.

It's just that with the development of the times, they have to say that even the disciples of the inheritance are getting harder and harder to find.

Regardless of the number of official registrations increasing year by year, it seems that the monastic world is doing well.

In fact, the monk sects with orthodox inheritance have long been reduced from more than 300 decades ago to less than 100 now, and descendants can be found.

"Lord Master, I won't lie to you anymore." A celestial old Taoist also stood up and said: "I have been able to inherit the tradition of Taoism in the past few decades."

"And just these two people, I don't know if they can stick to their original minds in the future and not be deceived by the world?"

"Oh, we have too many disciples who make money, and can learn the Taiyi Heart Sutra, but we can't find any...Woo, when I die, I'm afraid it will be the day when the inheritance is cut off!"

"How did it become a grievance meeting?" The female investigator watched the live broadcast through the tablet, wringing her brows tangled.

Detective Jiang smiled and opened the data interface and said: "The current analysis data shows that these old practices are not telling lies."

"They did not hide the true disciples as we thought, and they mastered all kinds of secret methods that can be displayed before others."

"This is not good for us!" The female investigator was silent for a while and said: "By the way, did the sect master of Longshan Wumen investigate it?"

"It's coming out." Detective Jiang gave a wry smile: "The result of the trial is also there."

"Various checks have been done, he is just a mortal."

"The physical condition is not as good as that of the Jin family who was hollowed out but slowly made up by the sword immortal medicine."

"In addition, the thief we sent successfully stole every penny and cell phone from him."

"Then he couldn't find the thief who hadn't left behind him, but ran to the local government for help."

"We also visited several cured cases and found that, like many inheritances, they can be classified into psychotherapy and hypnotic suggestion."

"Isn't it..." The female investigator pressed her forehead: "Is it better to be an outcast?"

"Maybe the other party has another adventure?" Detective Jiang opened the photo of the porcelain plate at the auction house.

His eyes narrowed slightly,'Look at the drops of water on the plate carefully.

"Opportunity, could it be on this drop of water and the sage stone?"

"No, it shouldn't be that simple, otherwise it has been so many years...Where is a sword fairy coming out now? An outcast?"

Damn it!

Detective Jiang grabbed his hair, feeling a thick paste in his head that he had always been proud of.

He deeply felt that his brain was not enough!

At this moment……

In Changlin City, Zhao Mang, the abandoned apprentice Xiao Yu transformed into, wandered around the urban area just like ordinary people.

He wanted to tell others that he, an outcast from the Longshan Wu Clan, had also come to Changlin City!

Secondly, he was perceiving, looking for where to put the auction items needed by the auction house tomorrow?

What if you can't perceive it?

That shows that the water drops on the porcelain plate are not extraordinary, and they are 100% useless!

Xiao Yu naturally has a new way to deal with it. At the time of the auction meeting, it would be better to have a cutscene at the birthday party to show the sense of existence.

If you feel it...

If there is a chance, as an abandoned apprentice Zhao Mang, how can there be any reason to run away without taking it first?

"and many more!"

Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang had just passed by a bank, and he felt that there seemed to be something in it to attract him.

A group of passers-by suddenly stopped him.

Then Xiao Yu keenly sensed the sound of a car sounding the alarm in the distant street.

"Did the monitor discover itself?"

Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang scanned the monitors installed on the surrounding street lights.

After a faint smile, the whole person suddenly accelerated and jumped up into the surrounding wall of a building and ran in.

"not good!"

"Quickly chase ~ remember not to shoot first!"

The security guards pretending to be passers-by hurriedly followed, but just after they turned over, they were stunned to find that the target was faster than Spider-Man and jumped to the roof of the building hundreds of meters away, and then disappeared.

The life detection instrument scanned the past, but it did not find any relevant targets.

The information was reported quickly.

Detective Jiang saw the abandoned apprentice Zhao Mang, and he had a bold guess in his heart...

He opened the video, analyzed it carefully, and shook his head gently.

It seems that the guess is wrong.

This Longshan Witch Clan abandoned disciple, regardless of appearance, body shape, and physical details, are far from the Azure Cloud Sword Immortal!

And in the many subtleties he unintentionally revealed, Detective Jiang couldn't help but think of a certain emperor in the north!

"Yes, this sense of familiarity... This Longshan Witch Clan abandoned disciple~ the subtlety is actually a coincidence with that northern emperor!"