Chapter 32

Whether one can get the founder's favor is the most direct display of a disciple's talent. But Wei Yuan stood for a long time, watching five or six batches of people go in, and only one person was granted something.

At this time, Zhang Sheng was standing in the distance, talking to Sun Yu. According to the regulations, he could only stand ten zhang outside the main hall, standing with the elders of a group of new disciples.

Zhang Sheng glanced at the number of new disciples and said, "There are indeed more new disciples this year."

"A total of one hundred and fifty people were accepted from seventeen states, less than ten from each state, which is not many."

"There were only eighty-four in my batch," Zhang Sheng said.

Sun Yu said, "Fenhai Zhenjun Yan Shi's proposition is to open the sect widely and teach without discrimination. In my opinion, accepting more disciples is not necessarily a bad thing."

"I hope so."

At this time, a new batch of disciples entered, and the founder's statue changed again. A point of light flew out from the jade crown on the founder's head and entered a young girl's body. An old man not far away was suddenly ecstatic and laughed loudly, "Good, good, good! This grant is supreme! My Jiao family has hope for revival! The ancestors have opened their eyes, the ancestors have opened their eyes!"

The old man cried and laughed, attracting everyone's attention. Someone immediately said sarcastically, asking his companion beside him, "Do you know what this crown represents?"

That person said, "Naturally I don't know!"

"Although the crown is a treasure, it is neither the founder's main body, nor a heavy killing treasure like an immortal sword. This thing is like clothes, it is a daily utensil, mainly exquisite. Generally, those who get this grant are easy to improve in artifact refining, treasures, and auxiliary Dao methods. That is to say, in the future, when fellow disciples are charging into battle, she can help out in the back, repair a magic treasure or something."

After this person finished speaking sarcastically, the old man's face turned blue and red, and he said loudly, "No matter what it is, it is the founder's grace! It's better than having nothing!"

The person who was sarcastic was suddenly annoyed and shouted, "What did you say? My child hasn't gone in yet, how dare you say there is nothing?"

The old man pointed to the main hall and said, "Isn't this just going in?"

Among this batch of children was the child of the sarcastic man. But until the paying of respects was finished, the founder's statue was completely motionless. The sarcastic man was both ashamed and annoyed, and was mocked by the old man again and again, so he couldn't hold his face and hurried away.

At this time, the ritual Daoist was heard chanting from afar: "Wei Yuan of Feng Yuanjun County, Yongzhou; Bao Yun of Feng Yuanjun County; Xiao Yu of Feng Yuanjun County;... Yan Ming of Feng Yuanjun County."

This string of names was read out, and it immediately stirred up a commotion in the crowd.

"Why are there so many from Feng Yuanjun County?"

"Exactly, our Ganzhou state only accepted five new disciples, and one county of theirs has six!"

An old man in cloth clothes suddenly stepped forward and said loudly, "Our Chuzhou is a great state in the world, and we only have eight quotas. Yongzhou is a remote place, and one county has six people. If you say there is no trickery, I will be the first not to believe it! The Primordial Palace is an immortal sect, acting so unfairly, how can it convince the public?! I am not convinced!"

The old man shouted, which immediately attracted many people's response. Even people from Yongzhou said, "There are nine counties in Yongzhou, and the other eight counties added together only accepted one. Why does Feng Yuanjun County have six quotas?"

The ritual Daoist called for silence several times, but the commotion in the crowd grew larger and larger, and the leading old man jumped and shouted about injustice, constantly saying that his good grandson was just a little bit away from being accepted. If the Primordial Palace really acted fairly, it should divide Feng Yuanjun County's quotas to Chuzhou, so that his grandson could also enter the Primordial Palace.

Zhang Sheng looked left and right, and saw the burly man and the old man from the Bao family. The old man's expression was wooden, as if nothing in the world could change his color, while the burly man was hugging his arms and sneering. Seeing Zhang Sheng looking over, he simply walked over and said, "Why don't you go over and reason?"

Zhang Sheng said lightly, "This person is aiming at you high-ranking families, what does it have to do with me? On the contrary, why does your Xiao family allow people to be so rampant?"

The burly man grinned and said, "This is the Primordial Palace's business. If he named my Xiao family, I would naturally take action. But I assume he doesn't dare."

The burly man here was unmoved, and several ritual Daoists were very young and inexperienced, and at this time they were a bit panicked, persuading and blocking at the same time. But the old man saw this and made even more trouble, just shouting for fairness. Several young Daoists had sweat on their foreheads and were at a loss, not knowing how to deal with it.

At this time, a Daoist suddenly appeared on the square. As soon as he appeared, a huge and ferocious dragon appeared on his head, and an invisible pressure instantly shrouded the entire square, making everyone below the Dharma Form unable to move, which suppressed the chaos.

All the ritual Daoists immediately saluted and said, "Greetings, True Person Teng Qiu!"

The Daoist said coldly, "What is the commotion?"

Immediately, a young ritual Daoist told the story. When the True Person heard it, his face looked bad, and the invisible pressure suddenly became three points heavier. The old man stood stiffly in place, as if pressed by a mountain, unable to move or speak, his face full of panic.

True Person Teng Qiu scolded, "How many disciples each state accepts is decided by the True Lords. How can you people discuss it recklessly! Daring to make trouble in front of the Founder's Hall, punishment is indispensable."

The Daoist reached out and grabbed, and there was a thunder whip in his hand, which he whipped on the old man's head!

A screen immediately appeared on the old man's head, and there was a plum tree on the screen, with the whole tree in full bloom. After this whip, the screen immediately cracked, and the plum blossoms fell like rain, and in the blink of an eye, there were not many left. The old man took a whip and immediately sat down dejectedly. His hair turned white in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper, as if he had aged more than ten years.

Many people watching took a breath of cold air. True Person Teng Qiu's whip scattered a lot of the old man's Dao Foundation, at least wasting decades of the old man's cultivation.

True Person Teng Qiu put away the thunder whip and said, "This whip is just a small punishment. Considering that your child is young and ignorant, I will not expel you for the time being, but demote you to a registered disciple, practicing with the crowd in the palace, to observe your future performance."

The old man couldn't speak, just vomited blood, and was carried down by his family and disciples.

After dealing with this disturbance, True Person Teng Qiu didn't leave either, but stood on the square, watching the new disciples enter the hall to pay respects to the founder.

Sun Yu suddenly sighed and said softly, "That person just wanted to fight for an opportunity for his descendants, but used the wrong method, and as a result, even his own Dao path was involved. He originally had a glimmer of hope to cultivate into a Dharma Form."

Someone beside him said, "These cultivators from small families have no resources and have to fight for everything. Fighting all the time, fighting everywhere, getting used to fighting, and as a result, they fought to the Primordial Palace. In fact, having a descendant enter the Primordial Palace is a leap over the dragon gate for such a family. This is still not enough, it is really greedy."

At this time, Wei Yuan followed the guidance of the ritual Daoist and walked into the Founder's Hall. In front of the founder's statue, which was tens of zhang high, both the new disciples and the ritual Daoists were as small as ants.

Under the guidance of the ritual Daoist, Wei Yuan knelt on the futon in front of the founder's statue and began to pay respects. After seven bows, Wei Yuan silently recited the sacrificial text. At this time, he felt as if a gaze fell from an infinitely high place, and in an instant, he saw through himself inside and out.

In an instant, Wei Yuan only felt that his consciousness seemed to be pulled out of his body and rose to an infinitely high place. The Founder's Hall below had become the size of a palm. And that gaze was still looking down at Wei Yuan from a higher place, and Wei Yuan couldn't perceive where the gaze came from at all.

Wei Yuan was suddenly a little panicked and looked around, but it was all empty void.

As the gaze from high above fell on him, Wei Yuan's Qi-fortune seemed to be stimulated and began to sprout. Then Wei Yuan felt that an invisible object appeared high above, standing opposite to where the gaze came from.

That invisible object was indescribably huge, ancient, and desolate, and could not perceive the end at all. It seemed to have some connection with Wei Yuan's Qi-fortune, but the feeling of this connection was abnormally vague, and Wei Yuan was not sure whether it was true or not.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's consciousness was hanging alone high above, sandwiched between two unknown existences high above, just like an ant standing between two big mountains, and no one would find out if it was crushed to death.

No matter how Wei Yuan struggled, he couldn't move, so he could only watch the figure in the hall below kowtow one by one, as if the real world had nothing to do with him.

At this time, faint music suddenly sounded in the main hall, and a beam of light fell from the sky, illuminating the founder's statue, and there were countless petals falling like rain in the beam of light.

(End of chapter)