"The mountain-protecting formation has existed for hundreds of years and has defended against countless external enemies. How could someone have broken in?"
An elderly Taoist elder with gray hair looked tired and asked the junior Taoist he had reported.
This mountain-protecting formation was set up by the Taoist patriarch, how could it possibly be suddenly broken into?
Could it be that we've encountered some formidable enemy?
The formidable enemies that could break into this protective mountain formation must be extraordinary ghosts and monsters.
What should we do now?
For a moment, the higher-ups of the Taoist sect were quite uneasy. The matter of the Bright Moon Divine Sect had not yet been resolved. What would they do if another powerful figure appeared?
At this moment, Jiang Chumian slowly spoke up, his eyes showing a hint of embarrassment. He coughed twice and said, "It's probably my disciple."
As soon as he said this, all the high-ranking members of the Taoist sect present looked at him.
For a moment, everyone had different expressions. Wasn't Jiang Chumian's Lingxu Temple an orphanage?
When did you take on an apprentice?
The white-haired elder, Xu Wenfeng, softly hummed in agreement: "Tell me earlier next time."
"Huh? Are you talking about Si Jinyan?"
At this moment, a Taoist priest suddenly spoke up.
This was the same Taoist priest Wang who had helped Shu Ranjie before.
"He is indeed a scoundrel."
Jiang Chumian replied politely.
"What the hell is this wicked disciple?" Only then did everyone realize that Master Wang was referring to Si Jinyan, who held the Azure Lotus Sword and had a Qiankun Bag hanging from his waist.
At the time, Jiang Chumian did not report her name to the Daoist Association, so strictly speaking, Si Jinyan was not a member of the Daoist Association.
"This name sounds very familiar. I think I've seen it on my list of new students in folklore studies."
There was a middle-aged man wearing a cotton and linen long gown, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
He is Professor Tong Yuhai of Folklore Studies at Imperial University.
Only a few people apply for folklore studies each year, as most believe that there's little earning potential after graduation.
It seems there's not much of a future in terms of money, but the jobs are all assigned by the government.
This is a secure job.
They can also frequently go out to travel and enjoy different local customs and cultures.
"Not many people apply to your major, but the required scores are so high. How many people in the whole country are willing to waste those scores?"
A bystander couldn't help but complain, "If it weren't for the descendants of the National Taoist Association giving you face, your folklore major would have been gone long ago."
"Hey, how can you talk like that! My major is a secure job, after all."
Tong Yuhai, speaking with a thick Beijing accent, raised one eyebrow slightly and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
...
Now that everyone in the council hall had heard that he was Jiang Chumian's disciple, there was nothing to worry about.
Meanwhile, Si Jinyan, riding the Qinglian Sword, landed steadily on the plaza atop Yunjian Mountain.
The surrounding area was shrouded in smoke and clouds, but surprisingly, there were still quite a few cars parked in the square.
Goodness, this mountain is quite high, but that didn't stop them from building a road up here.
The front of the mountain is high, with steps leading up to it, while the back of the mountain is low, with a winding road leading directly to the top.
No wonder those old men were willing to climb so high; it turns out they came up in cars, including her master Jiang Chumian's Cadillac.
Who goes there?
The Taoist priest guarding the mountain saw a young girl falling from the sky and immediately stepped forward with his sword raised.
The five schools of Taoism have very different cultivation directions.
There is a classic school, just like Wudang and Shushan, which uses the sword to carry their aspirations and cultivate themselves.
There are also the Talisman School, the Alchemy School, the Merit Accumulation School, and the Divination School.
The five schools emphasize different directions in cultivation.
As for Si Jinyan, who is good at everything and quite skilled, Jiang Chumian didn't know which faction to categorize her into.
“Respectfully submitted by Si of Lingxu Temple.”
She introduced herself.
The Taoist priest guarding the mountain heard that it was the one from Lingxu Temple, but the Taoist priest from Lingxu Temple had not reported that he had any disciples.
"Wait a moment."
They had no choice but to ask Si Jinyan to wait a moment while they went to inform the elders in the council hall.
Soon, Jiang Chumian came out in person, and it was indeed Si Jinyan.
Apart from this child, no one else in the world can freely enter or leave this place.
These people all have identity jade tokens.
The jade tablet is also a life tablet. For example, when Jiang Chushi betrayed Lingxu Temple, he had to hand over the jade tablet and was never allowed to set foot in Yunjian Mountain again.
"This young girl is quite capable despite her young age."
Xu Wenfeng stroked his gray beard and looked Si Jinyan up and down.
This little girl looks incredibly intelligent; her cultivation level must be quite high.
I wonder what great deal Jiang Chumian got to have such a disciple.
"Young friend Si, it's been a long time."
Master Wang recognized Si Jinyan; after all, Si Jinyan was someone he knew, and Si Jinyan had intervened last time, preventing him from ruining his reputation.
This could be considered as having received some favor in it.
"Master Wang, Master."
Si Jinyan bowed to the elders, as proper etiquette was still necessary.
Her ascent up the mountain on a sword was already somewhat irregular, and since she came up without a jade token, she naturally had to be treated with more respect.
"With you here, the annihilation of the Bright Moon Cult was truly a great victory."
Jiang Chumian patted her little apprentice on the shoulder and looked at her with loving eyes.
At this moment, an elder from the Talisman Sect walked over, holding a huge writing brush in his hand, which he used to write talismans.
I've heard that Taoist priests of the talisman school can use anything in the world as talisman paper.
That Taoist priest, Wang, was one of the elders of the Talisman School.
"Hmph, expecting to win against a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair? We'd be better off all improving our cultivation so we'll have a better chance of defeating Guo Mingyi later."
His name is Qin Wensheng, and he is the Grand Elder of the Talisman Sect.
Even Master Wang had to step aside behind him.
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