Chapter 209: They Are All Fake Immortals!

On Baiyun Mountain, thousands of kilometers away from Jiankang City, there is a well-known Taoist temple named Baiyun Temple.

This Baiyun Temple is also an ancient famous temple with a glorious history of hundreds of years, and its geographical location is close to the imperial capital.

Therefore, this Baiyun Temple has always been a place where dignitaries and dignitaries from all over the world have traveled thousands of miles to pray for gods and worship Buddha, and it is a famous incense shrine all over the world.

At the same time, the owner of the Baiyun Temple is also the president of the monk association established by the imperial court decades ago, and is responsible for handling the affairs of the monks registered in various places.

In the world of monks whose registered number has exceeded 36,000 in the past few years, they are also old people who are highly respected and represent the official attitude.

His words are still very useful to many big factions in the monk world.

After all, the annual subsidy has to go through his hands, who of the following sects has not asked for help from the government for decades?

Therefore, at the same time that the imperial court announced that it would hold the so-called All-World Monks Conference in Jiankang City.

A small-scale gathering of well-known sects in the registered monk world was also quietly held.

In the Baiyun Temple on the Baiyun Mountain, there is an antique bamboo garden hall that is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Already in his seventies, but still looking energetic, the radiant Baiyun temple master sat at the head of the seat, and together with two middle-aged men from the secrecy department, looked at the monks who were sitting down one after another with a smile on their faces.

Bamboo Garden was already full of seats, and as the last white-haired old man in a gray Taoist robe came in, the wooden door was gently closed by his attendants.

At the same time, a burst of discussion spread from the participants.

"It's the old mountain owner of Longlang Mountain!"

"The last time we met was ten years ago. The old mountain master seems to be in good spirits, and he really has a deep understanding of Taoism's health-preserving skills!"

These grinning and greeting monks, who only regarded this meeting as another fund-sharing meeting, never thought of it.

After they entered the bamboo garden, the power mobilized by the modern state was collecting every tiny movement of their bodies, and then passed it to the office building of the investigation team in Jiankang City through the Internet.

And it was played in real time for investigators including Detective Jiang to watch.

Obviously... before the conference, the imperial court wanted to conduct a thorough investigation of the monks it had mastered.

After all, with the birth of Qingyun Sword Immortal from the Sword Immortal Sect, many experts made a bold guess after studying a large number of ancient books and novels written by ancient literati in detail.

Maybe Sword Immortal and Longshan Wumen are not just exceptions. The world is undergoing great changes. Many cultivation techniques that were ineffective before...maybe they will work again!

Maybe there are real cultivators hidden in the various sects here!

And this kind of theory similar to spiritual energy recovery, not to mention that there are really many markets, many people believe this while eating white radish, and start to collect all kinds of ancient secret books.

If Xiao Yu's Qingyun Sword Immortal knew about this, he would probably scoff at him, and then said: To cultivate an immortal, you have to eat white radish! Anyone who starts cultivating immortality without eating white radish is a fake immortal cultivator!

In the bamboo garden, everyone has already sat down.

The old master of Baiyun Temple coughed lightly, and said kindly: "All fellow practitioners are old practitioners."

"I'm not going to show off anymore. This time I called everyone to come over for this meeting. That's the meaning of the higher-ups."

Seeing the old cultivators below all quiet down and prick up their ears after hearing the above two words, the old temple master secretly nodded and said:

"Old cultivators, the imperial court is going to rectify our names! This conference will determine the rankings of the various sects! The top ten... can get many privileges from the imperial court!"

"Tax exemption, preferential policy support, and interest-free loans..." The old temple master turned on the projection screen behind him, and immediately the top ten discounts listed on it made the monks below all widen their eyes and swallow their saliva.

"This...these are all true?" The old mountain master of Longlang Mountain stood up excitedly, as if he saw the scene of the honor he received when his school was honored as the head of the world's cultivators.

"Old Mountain Master, the court doesn't talk big words, it really wants to support us and other local monk sects."

"But I want a good ranking..." The old temple master paused, and after a middle-aged man nodded, he said loudly:

"Old cultivators, you have hidden good seedlings, but you have to bring out the good ones!"

"We don't fight for relationships this time, and we don't look at who's scriptures are good."

The old temple master took a deep breath, stared at the monks below and shouted:

"We're going to see everyone's real guy this time!"

"ha?"

The leaders or leaders of dozens of factions sitting below all stared wide-eyed, with a bewildered expression in capital letters on their faces.

"Really?" A middle-aged bearded monk blinked: "How do you tell? Could it be that someone went to the underworld to ask if they received the ceremony I did?"

"Hehe...hehe." The bearded monk noticed that no one was paying attention to him, and the old temple master was sitting upright without anger, so he couldn't help but shut up with a smile.

It was the same respected old mountain master who broke everyone's embarrassing situation.

"The Lord's words also represent the meaning of the imperial court?"

"Yes, old mountain master, I don't know if there are monks who have achieved success in cultivation in your sect?" asked the old temple master.

"There are many methods passed down from the ancestors."

The old mountain master shook his head: "There are not no disciples who can get started."

"It's just the same as the old Taoist. Those disciples helped to do a ritual, consecration or something. To be honest, there are no miracles in the records."

"Perhaps, in the end, it's just like the old Taoist, just trying to prolong life."

Said that the old mountain master sighed deeply.

It caused the other monks to be touched by the scene one by one, and their eyes turned red.

After all, all those present here have inheritance, not those who are added for the great cause of tourism.

While making money and gaining fame and fortune, they have not forgotten the inheritance of the sect and their desire to become immortals.

It's just that with the development of the times, they have to say that they have to say that even the disciples of the inheritance are becoming more and more difficult to find.

Regardless of the fact that the number of official registrations is increasing year by year, it seems that the situation in the monk world is very good.

In fact, the monk sects with orthodox inheritance have long been reduced from more than 300 decades ago to less than 100 now, and there are still descendants to be found.

"Old Guanzhu, I won't lie to you anymore." An old Taoist with a sense of immortality also stood up and said: "In the past few decades, there are only two people who can inherit the orthodoxy of Qingfeng Temple."

"And just these two people, I don't know if they can stick to their hearts in the days to come and not be confused by the world?"

"Hey, there are disciples of our Taiyi school who make money, and those who can learn the Taiyi Heart Sutra, but we can't find any of them... Woohoo, when I die, I'm afraid it will be the day when the inheritance will be cut off!"

"How did it turn into a complaint meeting?" The female investigator watched the live broadcast through the tablet, her brows wrinkled in confusion.

Detective Jiang smiled and opened the data interface and said: "The current analysis data shows that these old cultivators are not lying."

"They didn't hide their true disciples as we thought, and they mastered various secret methods that can manifest themselves in front of others."

"This is not good for us!" The female investigator was silent and said: "By the way, has the Sect Master of the Longshan Wumen been investigated?"

"It's come out." Detective Jiang smiled wryly: "The result of the test has also been obtained."

"All kinds of tests have been done, he is just a mortal."

"The physical condition is not as good as that of the young master of the Jin family who was hollowed out but slowly replenished by the sword fairy medicine."

"In addition, the thieves we sent managed to steal every penny and mobile phone from him."

"Then he couldn't find the thief who hadn't left right behind him, and ran to the local authorities for help."

"We also visited several cured cases and found that, like many inheritances, they can be classified into psychotherapy and hypnotic suggestion."

"No way..." The female investigator pressed her forehead: "A genuine inheritor is not as good as an abandoned disciple?"

"Maybe the other party has another adventure?" Having said that, Detective Jiang opened the photo of the porcelain plate in the auction house.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he looked carefully at the drops of water on the plate.

"Couldn't chance be on this drop of water and the sage's stone?"

"No, it shouldn't be that simple, otherwise it's been so many years...how could it be the turn of a sword fairy to come out now? An abandoned disciple?"

Damn it!

Detective Jiang grabbed his hair, feeling that his proud mind was a mess.

He deeply felt that his brain was not enough!

At this moment……

In Changlin City, Xiao Yu's abandoned apprentice, Zhao Mang, wandered around the city like an ordinary person.

First, he wanted to tell others that he, the abandoned disciple of Longshan Wumen, had also come to Changlin City!

Second, he is perceiving, looking for where the auction items needed by the auction house tomorrow are placed?

What if you can't feel it?

That means that the water droplets on the porcelain plate have no extraordinary aura and are 100% useless!

Xiao Yu naturally has a new way to deal with it. At any auction meeting at that time, just play a cutscene at the birthday party to show his presence.

If you feel it...

If there is a chance, as an abandoned disciple, Zhao Mang, how can he run without taking it first?

"etc!"

Zhao Mang, who was transformed by Xiao Yu, just passed by a bank, and felt that there seemed to be something in it that attracted him.

A group of passers-by behind him suddenly stopped him.

Then Xiao Yu was keenly aware of the sound of a car sounding the alarm coming from the street in the distance.

"Did the surveillance find me?"

Zhao Mang, transformed by Xiao Yu, glanced at the monitors installed on the surrounding street lamps.

After a faint smile, the whole person suddenly sped up and jumped into the wall of a building, and ran in.

"not good!"

"Hurry up~ Remember not to shoot first!"

The security guards pretending to be passers-by hurriedly followed, but just after turning over, they were stunned to find that the target jumped to the roof of the building hundreds of meters away with agility than Spiderman, and then disappeared.

The life detection instruments scanned the past, but found no relevant targets.

The information was reported quickly.

Detective Jiang saw the abandoned disciple Zhao Mang, and had a bold guess in his heart...

He turned on the video, analyzed it carefully, and shook his head slightly.

It appears the guess was wrong.

This abandoned disciple of the Longshan Wumen is far from that Qingyun Sword Immortal in terms of appearance, figure and body details!

And in the many subtleties he unintentionally revealed, Detective Jiang couldn't help but think of a certain great emperor in the north!

"That's right, this sense of familiarity... this Longshan Wumen abandoned disciple~ The subtleties are actually coincident with the great emperor in the north!"

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