A Taoist temple in the suburbs of Yanjing, which is very popular, put up a sign early this morning:
Thank you today.
Many believers who came from far away felt lost and even had a little resentment in their hearts.
They pulled over the young Taoist priest they were familiar with and kept asking him the reason for his refusal to see them.
The young Taoist priest explained with a smile:
"The ancestor wants to entertain guests, so it's inconvenient to have outsiders around."
The believer frowned:
"There's no need to lock up the entire Taoist temple to entertain guests, right? Little Taoist priest, just let me in. I'll burn some incense and then come out! Otherwise, I'll be feeling uneasy for the whole month!"
The young Taoist priest recognized this man as an old friend who came every month, but he still shook his head:
"The Grandmaster has too many guests!"
"How many people can tell I'm lying the moment they hear it?"
The young Taoist priest didn't answer, but pointed behind him.
The believers looked back and were immediately frightened.
I saw a constant stream of vehicles stopping along the mountain road, and people in various clothes got off the vehicles.
Some were wearing common Taoist robes, some were covered with Buddhist beads, and some were wearing white linen clothes as if they were about to ascend to heaven.
Anyway, looking at his demeanor and appearance, he is definitely not a simple person!
The believers were horrified:
"What's going to happen behind this door?"
The little Taoist priest was smiling, but his eyes were filled with worry. He murmured:
"It's not just the Dao Sect, it's the whole world."
The young Taoist priest is not the only one who is worried about today's Xuanmen gathering.
It should be said that everyone in this thousand-year-old Taoist temple is worried about this.
Of course, they follow their ancestors unconditionally.
But they also know how terrifying and terrible the wind and rain outside are!
"So what! Our ancestors are from Wuliang Mountain!"
"What if the master's century-long reputation is destroyed..."
"Shut up! Don't disturb the morale of the army here! Does our ancestor care about people with such empty reputations?"
"But I heard that more than half of the Xuanmen people think that this matter shouldn't be involved. As for the remaining less than half, I guess some of them just don't want to speak out... No matter how powerful our ancestor is, how can he stop the people from talking?"
"The Grandmaster has his reasons for doing things!"
"But what's the reason?"
“…”
Yes, what is the reason?
This is what everyone in the Xuanmen who came today thinks in their hearts.
Those who are invited to this Taoist temple today and meet Wuliangshan Master face to face are naturally not ordinary people, but all of them are highly respected seniors in the Xuanmen sect!
It can be said that the opinions expressed by those sitting here today represent the opinions expressed by the entire Xuanmen!
Wuliangshan sent out the invitation two days in advance, and even the old seniors who were practicing in the mountains came out.
Several of them were also close to a hundred years old, not much younger than Wuliangshanren. They were all fellow apprentices of the same generation, so they spoke more casually.
"Wuliang, we know you have a kind heart and cannot bear to see an innocent child harmed by an evil cultivator. But the question is, is this really worth the entire Xuanmen rallying together to fight against all the evil cultivators? We all know that it is impossible to completely eliminate the evil cultivators in the world. As long as people have negative desires, there will be room for evil cultivators to survive. Our current peaceful and non-interfering style of getting along is already the best. Why should we get into trouble for a mere little ginseng?"
The speaker was an old senior who was practicing in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain. He was only two years younger than Wuliangshanren and had been practicing in seclusion for many years.
His attitude should represent the thoughts of many people in Xuanmen.
That means just ignore it.
The old man said slowly:
"I can restrain my descendants from participating in the fight for the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng, lest they incur sin and incur the wrath of Heaven. But we also don't want to get involved in a fight with evil cultivators and end up in a battle between good and evil. Wuliang, you shouldn't have forgotten that great battle many years ago, right? Even your master died in that battle. Do you want to witness that tragedy again?"
The hermit Wuliang, who was sitting at the head of the high seat, wore a lotus crown and a plain white Taoist robe. At this moment, he looked at his nose and mouth, and he was calm and composed, with no emotion fluctuating at all.
Even when his junior fellow student reminded him of the tragedy that happened that year, he remained unaffected and looked extremely calm.
At this time, an impatient person in the room spoke:
"Why not fight for it? If the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng falls into the hands of evil cultivators, and one of them truly ascends to heaven, what will we do then? Why not fight for it and take control of the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng..."
"What a joke! You have the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng in your hands? Who's going to look after it? You? Who knows if you'll steal it!"
"Stop slandering me! If the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng falls into the hands of someone like me in the Xuan Sect, it should naturally be handed over to the most virtuous and respected person! For example, Wuliang Shanren! With him guarding it, no one should think there will be any problems, right?"
"Don't force his ideas on the old man! The mountain man thinks differently than you do!"
"Why, am I being too tacky? Is it true that none of you are interested in 'Ascension'?"
"It's not certain whether the ascension is real or not!"
"I agree with Wuliangshan's idea of protecting this white jade spiritual ginseng..."
"Those who are not of our race must have different hearts! No matter how human-like she looks, she is still a ginseng spirit! Not a human! We, the disciples of Xuanmen, toiled and shed blood to protect her, and for what? Just to fight for justice? But what's the use of fighting for justice?"
"Then what do you cultivate on a daily basis? Is it the Dao or self-interest? If it is for my Dao heart, what does it matter if I protect her White Jade Spiritual Ginseng? I have a clear conscience!"
"Anyway, we can't bring ourselves to do anything to a little girl."
“…”
For a moment, everyone was arguing loudly.
Those who advocate not to participate in this matter;
Those who advocate that the White Jade Spirit Ginseng should be captured;
Advocate for protecting the White Jade Spiritual Ginseng and suppressing the arrogance of evil cultivators;
…
Even if it is the same idea, there will be subtle differences.
Since these people present are senior Xuanmen masters with profound skills, they have practiced for many years and naturally have their own persistence and will not be easily shaken.
So no one could convince the other, and the atmosphere suddenly became deadlocked.
Finally, Wuliangshanren spoke.
But he did not persuade anyone, but raised his hand and signaled everyone present to be quiet.
A sharp gaze cut through the air, and the sword suddenly pointed at someone present!
Wuliangshan people have always been gentle, mellow and easygoing.
This was a rare moment when he showed his solemn and serious side.
Everyone subconsciously fell silent, and only Wuliangshan said slowly:
"Last night, a burglary occurred at the Wen family estate. The criminal has been sent to the detention center and will be sentenced soon. The Wen family has arranged for the best legal team. What do you think about this matter?"
The person being questioned was a middle-aged man who looked upright and honest, but his face was filled with confusion and surprise:
"Why does the hermit ask me?"
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