Chapter 51 Zhuang Xiran grows up
Early morning two days later.
After Qin Ming made some preparations, he left the courtyard.
Outside Qingyangfang City.
Qin Ming patted the storage bag, and the ultimate spiritual light shuttle floated in front of him.
Unable to conceal his excitement, he stood up and activated his magic power.
Whoosh! The aura shuttle turned into a stream of cyan light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
This wasn’t Qin Ming’s first time riding a flying magic weapon, but he was still a little nervous.
Qin Ming drove the shuttle, and after flying with bumps and bumps for a while, he got used to this state and began to become familiar with the car.
He looked at the scenery under his feet that was rapidly retreating, and he suddenly felt relaxed and happy.
Below, the Yunze Wilderness stretches with forests and swamps, and is surrounded by mountains and greenery. Some of these areas are shrouded in a poisonous miasma that blocks out the sky and sun all year round, like a series of barriers in the sky, with wild insects and ferocious beasts lurking among them.
Half an hour later.
Qin Ming drove the spiritual light shuttle and came to a huge mountain range.
I saw the highest peak reaching straight into the sky, with steep cliffs on both sides, rolling up and down with no end in sight.
The green mountains are faint and covered with white mist.
There are wisps of green smoke and mist entwining the mountainside, constantly spiraling up. The higher you go, the thicker the clouds and mist are, and they condense together.
The main peak of the entire Yunmang Mountain is like a vast and powerful dragon, entrenched on the top of the sea of clouds.
The branch sect of Lingyu Sect is located on the second level spiritual vein here.
There are many fairy palaces on the top of the mountain, and the antique palaces and houses are just like them.
Even though this is just a branch sect residence, it still shows an unparalleled magnificence.
As soon as Qin Ming approached with his flying shuttle, monks driving their magic boats kept passing by.
There was a protective formation on the main peak, and Qin Ming landed in a huge white jade square in front of the mountain gate.
In the square, a large group of monks have gathered one after another, all of whom seemed to be invited to attend Elder Zhuang’s lectures.
The monks lined up in an orderly manner, waiting to have their identities checked to enter the mountain gate.
When it was Qin Ming’s turn, he showed his jade talisman. The guards checked and let him go. However, when he saw that Qin Ming was a spiritual farmer from the Lingyu Sect, he couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
Qin Ming took the jade slip guide given by the guard and followed the winding stone steps of the mountain road until he came to a huge hall.
Wu Zhen Palace.
This is the place where the elders of Lingyu Sect usually give lectures.
Qin Ming moved inside and found that the space inside was very spacious, with simple decoration and neat rows of antique tables and chairs.
At this time, more than 300 monks had gathered in the main hall. Most of them were monks from the Lingyu Sect, and there were also casual cultivators who came from Qingyangfang City like him.
Many monks gathered together in twos and threes to chat before the lectures began.
Qin Ming randomly found a seat in the middle and sat down.
There was nothing to do at the moment, so he immediately took out a spiritual plant book and started reading.
At this time.
A voice sounded behind him.
“Hey, this Taoist friend, I think you are the spiritual planter of Lingyu Sect, right?”
Upon hearing this, Qin Ming turned around and looked back, seeing that the other party was a lean, middle-aged casual cultivator.
“I’m just a spiritual farmer.” Qin Ming replied bluntly.
The lean monk made a surprised expression, and then said: “It seems that my Taoist friend is very lucky, and he can actually get a jade talisman.”
“Oh, I’m different. I spent most of my fortune to get such a jade talisman from Mingzhen Tower. It’s really a scam.”
The lean monk made a look of great pain, and then lowered his voice and said, “Do you know why Elder Zhuang of Lingyu Sect suddenly taught in public this time?”
Qin Ming looked confused and shook his head: “I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you say that we will select disciples through this public lecture?” A monk at the table next to him came over and intervened.
The lean monk looked at the other party with disdain, and then said: “What do you think? These sects would be so kind, accepting disciples instead of their own disciples, but instead taking advantage of outsiders?”
“What are you thinking about? This fellow Taoist is so naive!”
Qin Ming frowned when he heard this and felt that what the other party said was somewhat reasonable.
As soon as the lean monk said this, several monks around him came over.
“This fellow Taoist, it seems that you know what’s going on. Tell us quickly.”
“He rarely interferes with the affairs of the sect. He has always been obsessed with the way of spiritual cultivation. He has no heirs. He only has three disciples under his sect, two first-level high-grade spiritual cultivation masters and one first-order middle-grade spiritual cultivation master.”
“But it is said that his three disciples are much inferior in spiritual cultivation attainments compared to the other elders’ disciples.”
“This public lecture, inspection and recruitment of disciples must have some agenda.”
Having said this, the lean monk stopped talking and looked around at the monks approaching him, whetting everyone’s appetite.
“Hey, why don’t you just play riddles? Come on, tell me! The lecture will start soon.”
The lean monk showed an intriguing smile and asked everyone: “Do you know the last test for promotion to the second-level spiritual planter?”
“Of course I know, isn’t it just a trial in the illusion of vegetation?” Everyone said one after another.
The lean monk shook his head, and then mysteriously revealed a piece of news that surprised everyone present.
“You only know one thing, but you don’t know the other. This illusion of vegetation is within Lingyu Sect. Every ten years, several rays of the legendary ‘Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Trees’ will be born.”
“This ‘Ten Thousand Trees Mother Qi’ is of infinite use even for second-level spiritual planters.”
“Any spiritual planter who can be among the best in the trial of the plant illusion will have the opportunity to obtain a wisp of the mother energy of ten thousand trees in the illusion.”
“I think Elder Zhuang’s aggressive attack should be because of Wan Mu’s mother’s anger.”
“In a few years, this vegetation illusion will reach another ten-year cycle. Therefore, this time, monks below the first-level middle-grade spiritual planter will become the disciple of Elder Zhuang. Don’t even think about it. At most, it is You can gain some spiritual planting experience by listening to the two-day lecture.”
The lean monk just finished speaking.
“Ah? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I am a low-grade spiritual planter.”
“Hey, me too!”
“Forget it, just spend a lot of money to listen to a class from a second-level high-grade spiritual planter. It’s worth it to gain more knowledge.”
A burst of sighs suddenly broke out among everyone.
Qin Ming immediately fell into deep thought after hearing this. His first goal was to pass the grass and tree illusion assessment and successfully complete the promotion to the second level spiritual planter.
As for this ‘Ten Thousand Mu Mother’s Qi’… ‘Hey, let’s talk about it then! ’
It is hard to say whether Elder Zhuang Xiran can think highly of him.
Although he is now a young middle-grade spiritual planter.
But after all, there are many talented disciples in Lingyu Sect.
Everyone was whispering.
The hour has arrived.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The bronze bell outside Wu Zhen Hall rang three times.
Under the attention of all the monks.
An old man with white hair and a childish face stepped into the hall with his hands behind his back. In an instant, a terrifying aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly descended.
There was an immediate silence in the hall, and you could hear a needle drop.
Elder Zhuang Xiran was dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, with white beard and hair. He had a rosy complexion and deep eyes, giving him an air of immortality.
It was also the first time for Qin Ming to see a powerful monk in the foundation building stage. His eyes widened and his mind was slightly shocked.
Elder Zhuang Xiran walked to the first seat in the center and sat down, and slowly asked: “I believe that everyone here is a spiritual planter.”
“Well, before I start teaching, I would like to ask a question.”
“What is a spiritual planter?”
……
at the same time.
Ten miles outside the Lingyu Gate, there is a hidden mountain pass.
Five monks wearing masks and shrouded in black robes stood on the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of Lingyu Gate from a distance.
“Brother, I didn’t expect that the old man named Zhuang could attract so many people when he taught a class. There seem to be a lot of fat sheep in there!”
“Should we?”
A tall monk standing among the five people said calmly: “Let’s do business first. Didn’t you listen to what I said?”
As soon as these words came out, the black-robed monk who had just spoken shuddered and shut up and said no more.
(End of chapter)