[Chapter 1289: Master Ceremony]
At this moment, Yang Yiyu watched Mu Changfeng approaching with a gentle smile on his face. He clasped his fists from a distance and said, “Mu Changfeng, a disciple of the Changsheng Palace
, greets Fellow Daoist Yang.” Yang Yiyu looked at Mu Changfeng’s generous greeting and had a very good impression of him. He also clasped his fists and returned the greeting, saying, “I am Yang Yiyu, and I greet Fellow Daoist Mu.”
The two formally greeted each other.
Mu Changfeng was sizing up Yang Yiyu, and Yang Yiyu was also sizing up him.
In Mu Changfeng’s mind, he had known about Yang Yiyu and Lu Yanzhi since the test. When he entered Taihuang, he also received an order from the Changsheng Palace to win over Yang Yiyu and Lu Yanzhi.
However, he never expected that Yang Yiyu could actually display the magical powers that were inherited from their Changsheng Palace. Things had changed at this point. It became a matter of figuring out Yang Yiyu’s identity, which was more important than winning over Yang Yiyu to join the Changsheng Palace.
Now Mu Changfeng had to find out whether Yang Yiyu had any connection with the Changsheng Palace.
Yang Yiyu’s cultivation level is not high, just the initial stage of the tribulation, but with such a level of cultivation, he actually offended the two holy places of Wanling Holy Land and Shenfu Lingzong, and also snatched the magic weapon of Wanling Holy Mother from Cheng Weikang, and even had the dragon scale talisman of Shenfu Lingzong in his hand, which were all powerful weapons.
Such deeds, even the truth-telling Mu Changfeng admired, if it were him, he would not dare to ask for the magic staff of Wanling Holy Mother, but Yang Yiyu actually snatched it.
That is a magic weapon of the Holy Lord level, and this Lord is not a pushover.
In Mu Changfeng’s heart, in fact, he really didn’t want Yang Yiyu to have anything to do with Changsheng Palace, so that he wouldn’t have to take risks.
And once it was confirmed that Yang Yiyu had a connection with Changsheng Palace, then Mu Changfeng knew that even if it meant becoming enemies with the four holy places, he would protect Yang Yiyu.
This was the result that Mu Changfeng least wanted to see.
In Yang Yiyun’s eyes, Mu Changfeng had left a deep impression on him. In addition to his tough style of doing things, Mu Changfeng’s cultivation was also the Great Perfection of Tribulation, the same as that of Mu Ningxuan and others in Tianjian Mountain.
The Great Perfection of Tribulation is considered the most powerful existence in the Tribulation Region of Taihuang Star Sea.
If he recognized Mu Changfeng, or the people of Changsheng Palace could recognize his identity, then there is no doubt that he would be safe in Tianyao Palace next.
After all, the current situation looks like Cheng Weikang and Shen Bai have also joined forces with Mu Ningxuan of Tianjian Mountain and Liu Yichen of Bailian Villa, adding up to dozens of Tribulation cultivators from the four holy places. With
so many people, Yang Yiyun is not confident enough to fight one against a hundred.
Therefore, external help is very necessary. The world of cultivation is the same as the secular world. Having helpers and interpersonal relationships is also a kind of strength.
Changsheng Palace is the best choice, because he is the eldest disciple of the old man and the disciple of his own senior brother. In the end, they are a family.
Of course, before, Ming Youran of the Ghost City said that he could help him. Naturally, Yang Yiyun would not be naive. Ming Youran would really offend the people of the Four Sacred Lands for him.
Even if Ming Youran really helped him, would it be for nothing?
It was obvious that Ming Youran wanted to get the “Thousand Changes” magical power of the Supreme Change from him, which Yang Yiyun would never give her.
So facing Mu Changfeng at this moment, Yang Yiyun perked up. It was related to whether he could have a helper and a senior brother in the world of cultivation. This was also a good thing. He could also hear from the tone of the old man before that he wanted him to recognize the people of the Changsheng Palace. After
all, the old man was trapped in the Qiankun Pot for more than 10,000 years, which was equivalent to leaving his apprentice for more than 10,000 years. How could he not miss his own apprentice?
The meeting between the two was considered to have a good influence on each other, and Mu Changfeng was not a shy person. Looking at Yang Yiyun, he asked directly: “Daoyou Yang, there is something I don’t understand. Please help me solve the confusion.”
Mu Changfeng spoke politely, which greatly increased Yang Yiyun’s favorability.
Yang Yiyun knew the key point was coming, took a deep breath and said, “Fellow Daoist Mu, please speak.”
“May I ask what master Yang Daoist inherited?” Mu Changfeng stared at Yang Yiyun when he asked, fearing that he would miss any details. He was the eldest brother among the young generation of Changsheng Hall, and he knew more about the history of Changsheng Hall than other disciples. He knew that the Holy Lord Yun Changsheng had long left a message in the ancestral precepts of Changsheng Hall, saying that if someone in the cultivation world used the magical power of Changsheng Supreme in the future, he must not be neglected and must be informed immediately.
It was obvious that the Holy Lord had inherited the master’s skills.
And today’s Yang Yiyun met the requirements.
What he needed to ask now was to confirm Yang Yiyun’s origin and identity.
“No master, inherited from the next generation of scattered immortals.” Yang Yiyun did not lie about this matter, because it was related to identity confirmation, and he was telling the truth. The old man did not have a master, he was a lone scattered immortal cultivator.
As for not telling Mu Changfeng that it was the old man’s spirit who accepted him as a disciple, this was what the old man had told him to do, and he couldn’t explain it clearly even if he told him. He couldn’t say that the old man was in the state of a residual soul in the Qiankun
Pot, right? Mu Changfeng’s eyes lit up. He knew that the master of the Holy Lord seemed to be a scattered immortal. This was right, and then he asked: “Changfeng saw Brother Yang perform a 30-meter-tall Dharma-phase magical power when he entered the main hall of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Can Changfeng dare to ask Brother Yang to show it again?”
Yang Yiyun could guess from Mu Changfeng’s bright eyes that he might have known something and understood what Mu Changfeng was thinking.
He nodded to indicate that he could, and immediately his mind moved, and the Dharma-phase of the magical power of the Twelve Supremes appeared, transforming into a 30-meter-tall little giant. He
also casually formed a seal of longevity.
At this moment, Mu Changfeng was shocked. In his eyes, the magical power of Yang Yiyun was indeed the same as that of Changsheng Hall, because the magical power of Changsheng Hall Supreme was also so huge. The higher the cultivation, the bigger the body of the Dharma.
And when Yang Yiyun formed a rune seal, Mu Changfeng had already determined Yang Yiyun’s identity, and he was definitely related to Changsheng Hall.
The seal of the Supreme Immortal Divine Power in Yang Yiyun’s hand is the most primitive seal of the Supreme Immortal Power.
The Supreme Immortal Power of their Changsheng Hall was created by the Holy Lord on the three most primitive seals of the Supreme Immortal Power, and evolved into ninety-nine eighty-one seals.
But the foundation is still the most primitive three seals.
The original three seals can only be practiced by the elite disciples of the Changsheng Hall. Mu Changfeng is naturally clear about it, and he can see that the rune seal formed in Yang Yiyun’s hand is the most primitive seal of the Tao.
Then the Dao seal and the Dao seal appeared in Yang Yiyun’s hand one after another.
At this moment, Mu Changfeng is 100% sure of the relationship between Yang Yiyun and the Changsheng Hall. If he is not a core disciple, he will not know the three seals.
He asked in a trembling voice: “May I ask Yang… Daoyou Yang…”
Yang Yiyun knew that Mu Changfeng believed him when he saw Mu Changfeng’s expression. The next question should be the final confirmation.
The old man told him two sentences, saying that the words recorded in the ancestral precepts of the Changsheng Hall are the most powerful proof.
He interrupted Mu Changfeng’s question, removed his Dharma body, and said directly: “Eternal Life, Stars, Zixia, and Tianxie, the original intention of seeking the Tao remains unchanged.”
Yang Yiyu didn’t think much about this sentence at first, but when he said it now, he suddenly reacted.
Changsheng represents the eldest brother Yunchang, and what about Xingchen? Isn’t the second brother called Xingchenzi?
The third Zixia?
Yang Yiyu has only just realized that it is probably the name of his younger sister.
The last Tianxie is the old man’s own name.
So Changsheng, Stars, Zixia, and Tianxie refer to the names of the old man and his three disciples.
The last sentence, the original intention of seeking the Tao remains unchanged, is the testimony of the relationship between the old man and his four disciples.
Yang Yiyun knew that although the old man usually looked like a king, he was the most loyal. The old man said to his senior brothers and sisters in a certain situation or a certain place, hoping that they could respect each other… At
this time, he said this to Mu Changfeng, and he didn’t know if Mu Changfeng could understand it.
Mu Changfeng really didn’t understand what it meant, but he was very familiar with this sentence, because this sentence was engraved in the Changsheng Hall.
Even this sentence was engraved in the heart of every Changsheng Hall disciple.
Every year at the ancestral hall, the Holy Lord Yun Changsheng would let every disciple remember this sentence.
“You must remember that in the future, if someone says ‘Changsheng Xingchen Zixia Tianxie, the path to the Tao does not forget the original intention’, you must perform the master’s ceremony.”
So Mu Changfeng was too familiar with these words. Although he didn’t know what the deep meaning represented, he knew that this was what the Holy Lord had to say every year.
Performing the master’s ceremony means that if someone can say this in the future, they must be the Saint’s fellow disciple. Although the Saint has never mentioned his fellow disciples, it does not mean that there are none.
Mu Changfeng, trembling all over, looked at Yang Yiyu with fiery eyes, then took a deep breath, knelt on his knees and bowed, saying loudly: “The third generation disciple of the Changsheng Temple, the chief elder of the Elder Hall, please sit down. The chief disciple Mu Changfeng bows to the master.”
(End of this chapter)
