[Chapter 373 Even a celestial being is not worthy of your kneeling]
The three pill formulas from Sikong Yuan created huge profits and supported the Yunqi Company. To be honest, the inheritance of Sikong Yuan in the Qi Refining Stage was of great help to Yang Yiyu. It was right to pay homage to him. Besides, Sikong Yuan had turned into bones and his spirit had dissipated. It was even more right.
Yang Yiyu nodded and walked forward. He began to pay homage to Sikong Yuan and the founder of Wudang Sect with the Wudang disciples.
Originally, Yang Yiyu wanted to bow and pay homage, but when he saw Qian Jue and Ming Jue and others were kneeling, he thought to himself that he should follow the local customs and kneel down to pay homage to Sikong Yuan.
But he didn’t expect that when he knelt down, before he bowed down, the two statues of Wudang ancestors made a “click~” sound!
Everyone heard the sound and looked up to see that cracks appeared on the statues of the ancestors and the founder of Wudang Sect.
Qian Jue and Ming Jue exclaimed.
In an instant, I understood what this meant.
There has always been a saying that if someone cannot bear to kneel down to someone, it means that the person kneeling is not an ordinary person, and the pale person is even dumber and cannot bear it.
In the folk saying, it will shorten one’s life.
But in the ancient martial arts world, it is very particular.
Only people with great fortune, or people who have a great background in their previous life, can’t bear to worship someone.
This is a strange phenomenon in the ancient martial arts world.
Everyone knows that the statue of the ancestor is just a spiritual sustenance, not a living person, just a statue. No matter how powerful a person is, it is okay to worship it.
And if you count the people at the level of the ancestor, they are real masters.
However, at this time, he couldn’t bear a bow.
Everyone knows who this worshiper is without thinking.
Except for Yang Yiyu, all the others present were Wudang disciples. They often worshipped their ancestors, and no heavenly phenomena had ever occurred. But it happened today. It could only mean that Yang Yiyu was blessed with great fortune, or that he was a great figure in his previous life. Under the heavenly laws, the two statues of Wudang’s ancestors could not bear Yang Yiyu’s worship.
Qian Jue hurriedly said, “Master… Master, please don’t worship. The ancestors can’t bear it. Please don’t worship~”
Are you kidding? If this head kowtows, the two statues of Wudang’s ancestors will collapse and break. If it gets out, it will become a laughing stock. The outside world will say that Wudang doesn’t even want its ancestors.
This is a big taboo.
Yang Yiyu was also shocked. This…
He was a little embarrassed. He just knelt down and broke the statue of the ancestors. There is nothing more embarrassing than this.
The founder of a sect is the spiritual symbol of a sect, the core and the cohesion. From his own perspective, if someone smashed the statue of Yun Tianxie, he would definitely go crazy.
But fortunately, he didn’t do it on purpose.
After getting up, Yang Yiyu said awkwardly: “Ahem, the clay sculpture is too fragile. It would be better if you could sculpt white jade or something in the future~”
Qian Jue and Ming Jue, Wudang disciples, twitched their mouths when they heard Yang Yiyu’s words. If it wasn’t for the accident, the Wudang disciples in the hall would fight to the death.
“Not solid? There hasn’t been a crack in hundreds of years. It’s made of the best yellow mud with glutinous rice juice and put on the steamer. It has gone through 72 processes to make the statue. How could it be not solid?” Qian Jue wailed in his heart.
Fortunately, there were only cracks. If the statue of the founder was smashed to pieces by Yang Yiyu’s kneeling today, they would be Wudang sinners. If the old monster in the forbidden area knew about it, he would start a killing.
With his mouth twitching, Qian Jue forced a smile and said, “Master, it’s getting late. We’ll discuss the matter of the headmaster later. It’s not easy for you to come to Wudang. How about staying in Wudang for a few days before leaving?”
Yang Yiyu had just kneeled on the statue of the ancestor and cracked it. He still felt guilty. Hearing Qian Jue’s sincere retention, he nodded and agreed, “Okay, I’ll stay for a few days, ahem~”
Qian Jue’s face was happy. As long as Yang Yiyu stayed, they would find a way to make Yang Yiyu the headmaster of Wudang. However, it was really unsafe for Yang Yiyu to stay in the ancestral hall. He hurriedly shouted, “Bai Shan, take Master down to rest quickly, arrange the best guest room, and serve Master with all your heart.”
“Okay, okay, I will definitely arrange it.” Bai Shan stood up and agreed quickly. He was also very happy that Yang Yiyu could stay.
After that, he said to Yang Yiyu, “Master, please follow me~”
Yang Yiyu didn’t want to stay in the hall at this time to increase embarrassment, so he followed Bai Shan and left.
After walking out of the door of the hall, Yang Yiyu vaguely heard Qian Jue, Ming Jue and others in the hall saying, “Ancestor, this disciple is unfilial.” This made him break out in a cold sweat and he quickened his pace.
But in his heart he was saying, “Oh my God, it’s really weird, isn’t it just kneeling, how could the statue of the ancestor be cracked?”
At this time, the roar and curse of Master Yun Tianxie suddenly rang in his mind: “Idiot, shame on you, you have disgraced me, are your knees made of tofu?
Not to mention two statues, even if you are in front of a real person, you have to kneel down and spit blood. If you dare to kneel casually in the future, I will break your dog legs.
Remember this for me, in this world, besides kneeling to the sky, the earth, and your parents, you have to straighten your knees and use your dog brain to think about it, okay? My soul is now in the Qiankun Pot, and the Qiankun Pot is on you. With this kneeling, do you have to let me worship a small ant in the secular world?
The person in this world who is worthy of my disciple Yun Tianxie’s kneeling has not yet been born, let alone worthy of my worship. Remember, in the future, even if a celestial being is in front of him, he will not be worthy of your kneeling.”
Even celestial beings are not worthy? ?
Yang Yiyu felt very dreamy. The old man cursed him and finally said that even the immortals were not worthy of his worship.
Oh my god, are there really immortals in this world?
Even the immortals are not worthy of my worship?
“Can you stop bragging, old man? It’s just a worship. Besides, I’m worshipping Sikong Yuan, and I’ve benefited from his Yuan Shenjing. It’s no big deal, right?” Yang Yiyu said disapprovingly.
Then Yun Tianxie exposed himself and roared: “Boasting? You… You are so angry that I am going to die. Today, I will tell you what is the Twelve Tribulations Loose Immortal Supreme in the world of cultivation. Listen carefully, you are my Yun Tianxie’s last disciple. Let alone the world of cultivation, even if it is…”
At this point, Yun Tianxie seemed to remember something, and his voice stopped abruptly, and then he said: “Forget it, it’s useless to tell you this now. Anyway, you remember this for me. Don’t kneel down in the future, otherwise don’t blame me for punishing you. Can you remember it?”
Yang Yiyu felt that when Master Yun Tianxie finished the last sentence, the Qiankun pot on his left arm suddenly emitted a scorching feeling.
It seemed that the dead old man would use violence against him if he said no. Yang Yiyu didn’t dare to bet. Although the dead old man was a residual soul in the Qiankun pot, he couldn’t say it himself, but who knew whether he was telling the truth or not. Anyway, it felt that the old man’s mystery and means were endless.
If he dared to say no, Yang Yiyu felt that he would suffer.
He said quickly, “Yes, yes, old man, don’t be angry. I will remember that I am the last disciple of Yun Tianxie, the Supreme Lord of the Twelve Tribulations Loose Immortals. I will never kneel down randomly and embarrass you.”
After he finished speaking, Master Yun Tianxie’s cold snort sounded in his mind, and then the heat of the Qiankun pot on his left arm disappeared. Yang Yiyu knew that the old man had turned off the fire. He
secretly said, “My God, why does the old man care so much about a kneeling ceremony? There must be a story.” It was not
until a long time after he knew about this matter and went to the cultivation world that Yang Yiyu knew the reason why the old man was angry with him for kneeling today.
Anyway, the old man was more angry than before today, and Yang Yiyu didn’t dare to provoke him again.
Following behind Baishan, he walked along a narrow path to a halfway up the mountain. All the way there were classical buildings, and he didn’t know what era they were from. Anyway, the whole way was full of vicissitudes.
When passing by a small square, Yang Yiyu heard the shouting of a group of children.
“Hit him, hit him…”
Yang Yiyu was attracted by the noisy children. He saw seven or eight children of eight or nine years old beating one child in the square. But what Yang Yiyu found interesting was that the child who was beaten didn’t say a word. He was bleeding from the nose, but he didn’t cry or scream. Instead, he tried to avoid the vital parts. When the opportunity arose, he would fight back from time to time, and he could often knock down an opponent with one punch or one kick.
“Interesting kids~” Yang Yiyu said to himself.
At this time, Baishan had already said, “You bunch of bastards, are you bullying Xiao Lei again?”
(End of this chapter)
