"In the cultivation world, each sect has its own designated area of privilege. Each sect can only recruit disciples within its own area of privilege and enjoy the incense of the people."
"Why do you enjoy the incense and offerings of the people?" Lai Siyu asked in confusion.
"Enjoying the incense is actually about adding the power of the people's faith to one's body, thereby enhancing one's own luck," the old man continued. "The power of the people's faith will be gathered in the sect's ancestral hall. Every official disciple of Qingyun Sect will have a spirit tablet placed in the ancestral hall, nourished by the power of faith day and night."
"But what's the use of the power of faith, or luck?" Lai Siyu asked.
"Having good fortune not only increases the speed of cultivation and makes it easier to advance, but also allows you to avoid two more thunderbolts when you ascend to heaven."
"Is that so? Things that cannot be seen or touched are too unreal. Ascension? How many people can ascend? Grandpa, have you ever seen it?" Lai Siyu simply sat up and raised his arms to fan the old man in front of him.
"You!" The old man raised his hand and gave her a slap.
"Grandpa! I'm still a wounded soldier!" Lai Siyu said with a grin.
"It's okay, I didn't hit her hard, she won't die!" The old man glanced at Lai Siyu and said, "Why can't this girl see the light?" "Do you think it's easy for a casual cultivator to cultivate? How many casual cultivators can actually build a foundation? Why are all the good cultivators in the hands of the big sects? This is the difference between having good luck and not having good luck."
"Why doesn't the world of immortal cultivation allow the random killing of mortals? Why doesn't it interfere in the affairs of the mortal world? Why does it protect mortals from being killed by evil spirits? It's all for the people's incense and the power of the people's faith!" The old man continued to explain.
Only then did Lai Siyu finally understand that this was similar to the religious belief in her previous life. Whether to believe in Jesus or Buddha was decided by the ruler.
Wu Zetian was a Buddhist, and all the monks in the country were so proud of it.
Emperor Li Tang believed in Taoism, and Taoists all looked at people through their noses.
Weren’t the Crusades in medieval Europe also carried out in the name of religion?
"Well, grandpa, everyone's soul tablets are placed in the ancestral hall. Who has the final say on who gets more luck and who gets less luck?" Lai Siyu continued to ask.
"The ancestral hall is blessed by a formation, and the spirit tablets are divided into different levels. For example, new outer disciples are placed at the outermost edge, enjoying the thinnest power of faith. The further in, the higher the level of the disciples, and the richer the power of faith they enjoy. In the middle are the spirit tablets of the elders, the head, and the elders."
"I was wondering why these people are crying and shouting about becoming the leader. It turns out there are benefits." Lai Siyu muttered, "Why don't we set up a sect ourselves?"
Hey girl, are you off track?
At this point, a hint of darkness flashed across the old man's eyes, "Master..."
"I used to think that being the headmaster or a deacon was a thankless job. Who would have nothing better to do than practice hard and just wander around a sect all day? If there was a reason, it would be different. Grandpa, I understand!" Lai Siyu looked at the old man, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky.
"What do you understand?"
"You told me so much simply to inspire my fighting spirit. Don't worry, Grandpa. I will definitely establish a sect!"
Do you think establishing a sect is just playing house? The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of black lines. "Grandpa didn't mean that..."
"What does that mean? Does that mean Qingyun Sect will also accept it now that I'm in this state?"
"No..." The old man paused, "But maybe we can try..."
"Then Grandpa, if luck is so important, why don't these sects fight each other for incense?"
"Struggle is inevitable, but above the sects there is the supervision of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. The Immortal Alliance will not intervene in minor disputes between sects, but if the conflict becomes too large, it will not be tolerated. Also, every ten years, the Immortal Alliance will launch a trial in the Devil's Domain Secret Realm. Each sect will send hundreds of people to participate in the trial. After the trial, the power range will be redistributed according to the ranking. If a sect always ranks last, the power range of this sect will become smaller and smaller until it disappears. A sect without a power range has no reason to exist."
"What's going on with the Immortal Alliance? Is it very powerful?"
"The Immortal Alliance is very powerful. Half of the power of faith from various sects is dedicated to the Immortal Alliance. The four leaders of the Immortal Alliance are unattainable on this continent..."
"Half of the power of faith? That's too much!" Lai Siyu couldn't help but take a breath.
"Hehe~ It's a lot, but it might not be enough for people at their level..."
The Immortal Alliance was too far away from him. Lai Siyu shook her head and stopped thinking about it. The problem now was how to enter the Qingyun Sect?
"Girl, there's another test tomorrow morning called 'Asking Questions'. It's the most technically demanding. Just tell the examiner a bunch of nonsense and explain whatever you don't understand. You'll definitely pass."
"Grandpa means that I can pretend! I can do this, don't worry!"
"Well, Grandpa will be out for a while. You should have a good rest."
After the old man finished speaking, he went straight to Tiezhong's cave.
"Brother, we can't break the sect's rules. We can't let a worthless person occupy a place in the ancestral hall!" Tie Zhong said with embarrassment, sitting upright on the throne. "Even if I agree, those elders won't agree!"
"If you want to, fine! Don't tell me these useless things!" The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression stern and intimidating without anger, which was completely different from his usual image of an old man.
"Senior brother's business is my business. How could Tie Zhong not think about him? But Junior Brother is a senior sect after all, but he doesn't even have a set of second-grade magic tools. It's really shabby..."
"Just one!" the old man gritted his teeth.
"One thing? That old man Sikong is not easy to fool. If he interferes..."
"Two! Do you want it or not?"
"Okay, senior brother is really straightforward. Here are the drawings and materials. Thank you very much!" Seeing that the old man agreed, Tiezhong quickly handed him a storage bag.
It seems that these materials have been prepared long ago.
"Get the goods in three months." The old man said coldly and left like a gust of wind!
"Hmph! You old bastard! I already have that thing in my hands, do you think I'm still afraid of you? A second-grade magic weapon! I, Tiezhong, finally have a second-grade magic weapon... Hahaha~"
She's just a picked-up girl, but you value her so much. It seems I have to take good care of this useless girl in the future. Senior brother, you are always sentimental. You are like this to my junior sister, and you are also like this to this useless girl!
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