Zhao Yuanzhen led his disciples to Biyou's bedside, and together with the other disciples, they bowed to Miaozhen and greeted her loudly.
Miaozhen glanced at Zhao Yuanzhen, smiled slightly, raised her hand and pointed to the ground in front of her, and some futons appeared out of thin air.
"Please sit down as well."
"Yes," Zhao Yuanzhen replied, leading his disciple to sit down in front of the prayer mat.
Miao Zhen immediately began preaching to her disciples. Zhao Yuanzhen and the others quickly became engrossed in it.
After an unknown amount of time, a boy suddenly entered the hall, and Miaozhen stopped preaching.
The boy approached Miaozhen, bowed respectfully, and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister!"
Miaozhen smiled and nodded, then asked, "Tong'er, you serve your teacher, why are you here with me?"
The newcomer was none other than Hongyu Tongzi. She smiled and said, "Senior Sister, please lead your disciple over so we can pay homage to our teacher together."
"Oh? So it was Senior Sister who sent you here..." Miaozhen nodded slightly. "Go and tell Senior Sister first, and I'll be there shortly."
"Yes," the boy replied, then turned and left.
Miaozhen watched the departing boy, pondering to herself.
Paying homage to one's teacher is a very important matter, a way of showing respect and reverence, and should not be neglected...
She turned to look at the group of disciples in the hall, a faint smile on her face, and said, "You've all heard it, so come with me."
"Yes, teacher," the disciples replied in unison.
The other disciples and their followers also quickly stood up and respectfully responded.
Amidst the responses of the crowd, Miaozhen slowly rose from the Biyou bed, gently grasped a whisk with her jade hand, and strode out of the hall.
Seeing this, the disciples hurriedly followed closely behind.
After exiting the Cloud and Mist Cave, Miaozhen gracefully took flight and flew towards the front of the mountain.
Before long, a group of people arrived at the square in front of the Fuli Palace.
At this moment, the square was already packed with countless immortals and gods.
Most of them were disciples recruited by Miaozhen and his fellow disciples.
The rest were disciples of elders in the sect, such as Xihe and Tianyi Zhenjun.
Miaozhen looked up and saw Guan Kong, Yuan Huang, Kong Kong'er, Jing Jing'er, and other fellow disciples standing in front of the palace gate.
She quickly led her disciples in that direction.
When the immortals and gods in front saw that it was Miaozhen coming, they all took the initiative to bow and step back to make way for her.
Miaozhen slowly walked up to Guankong and the others, a faint smile on her face, and greeted them.
The group of fellow disciples had not seen each other for many years, and this reunion made everyone feel very warm and fuzzy.
They greeted each other about their recent situation and shared their experiences and insights over the years.
As time went by, more and more immortals and gods gathered here.
Finally, when everyone had arrived, the tightly closed gates of Fuli Palace slowly opened, and a boy in blue robes walked out.
He approached Guan Kong and the others with a solemn expression, bowed to them, and then whispered something.
Guan Kong nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, then glanced at everyone present, his gaze settling on Yuan Huang and the others, and gave them a few words of advice.
Then, she gently waved the whisk in her hand and stepped into the palace.
As soon as Guan Kong set off, Yuan Huang and the others hurriedly followed.
Immediately afterwards, Tianyi Jushi and Xihe Niangniang also embarked on their journey to the palace.
Finally, Dou Nengsheng led his disciples in single file, including Zhao Yuanzhen.
When they stepped into the palace, the sight before them amazed everyone.
The sky above the palace was filled with colorful rays of light and auspicious energy, with swirling clouds making one feel as if they were in a supreme fairyland.
The most eye-catching feature is the tall Hongmeng jujube tree standing in front of the main hall.
It has lush foliage, is laden with abundant fruit, and emits an enticing fragrance.
After crossing the square, the group finally arrived at the main hall.
The boy in green skillfully pushed open the palace door, and all the immortals and gods cast curious glances at him.
The hall was incredibly spacious, with wisps of ethereal mist rising gently, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Amidst the mist, several jade pillars stand majestically, adorned with lifelike carvings of dragons and phoenixes, inspiring awe and wonder.
At the end of the main hall, a high platform rises abruptly from the ground, shrouded in clouds and mist, with primordial chaos flowing through it, exuding an endless aura of mystery.
Without hesitation, Guan Kong stepped into the hall first and came to the front of the cloud platform. Yuan Huang and Kong Kong'er followed closely behind, and the three of them stood side by side.
Afterwards, the Taoist disciples filed in and entered the hall in an orderly fashion.
The interior of this hall is actually more spacious than it appears from the outside; rather than a mere space, it contains an independent universe.
Even with hundreds of thousands of disciples flooding in, they still appeared as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, without the slightest sense of crowding.
In an instant, the hall was filled with celestial light and auspicious energy, teeming with various Daoist principles, and the entire scene resembled a grand scroll painting, displaying endless solemnity and holiness.
Inside the main hall, all the immortals and gods were gathered together, creating an exceptionally solemn and dignified atmosphere, completely silent and unusually tranquil.
Deep within the hearts of these immortals and deities, however, surged a powerful emotion, filled with anticipation and excitement.
After all, having the opportunity to witness the ancestor's splendor firsthand is a rare chance for most people.
It should be noted that although some of them were regarded as Hu Le's disciples and grand-disciples, they had never actually seen Hu Le in person.
On ordinary days, the worship is simply to face a clay statue of a god.
Even a disciple of Miaozhen like Zhao Yuanzhen only had a few meetings with his ancestor, Hu Le.
As for the earliest third-generation disciples, such as Dou Nengsheng, although they had met Hu Le many times, they did not have many opportunities to communicate with him.
A moment later, Guan Kong stepped forward, gently shook the whisk in his hand, then held it in his arms, bowed respectfully to the cloud platform, and shouted loudly, "Respectfully request the arrival of the Master."
Seeing this, Yuan Huang quickly echoed, "Please, Master, descend upon us!"
Immediately afterwards, all the disciples shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.
As the voices of the immortals and gods gradually subsided, boundless divine light suddenly burst forth from the cloud platform ahead.
A divine light swept through the primordial chaos, and a figure in purple robes slowly emerged from the cloud platform.
All the immortals and gods who had never seen Hu Le before opened their eyes wide and looked at the Taoist on the cloud platform.
The newcomer wore a golden crown and a purple robe. His figure was faintly visible in the primordial chaos. He looked ordinary and exuded no majesty or pressure.
Some immortals and gods were quite disappointed upon seeing this, feeling that this ancestor was quite different from what they had imagined.
However, when Hu Le looked at them, they were all shocked...
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