Shenxianzong

"Bah, that's a good idea!"

Hearing the words of the black-faced youth, the jade-faced youth rolled his eyes.

"Hey, you two have been arguing endlessly since you came out, can you go to meet the head teacher first, and ask what is the matter, which woke us up?"

An old voice suddenly appeared, waking up the jade-faced youth who was secretly thinking about luck.

"Brother Zhenyuan!"

The jade-faced young man froze for a moment, turned his head to look at the old man who was slowly emerging from the other side.

"Senior brother, you came out anyway, what should I do!"

He said anxiously.

"Why can't the old man come out!"

The old man with white beard and hair snorted: "As a member of the Xianzong, the old Taoist should obey the call of the head teacher and share the worries of the sect."

"Besides, the old Taoist has been living on mediocrity for so many years, so he wants to come out and get some fresh air!"

Zhen Yuan Lao Dao smiled kindly.

"But"

"Okay, both legs have stepped into the coffin, and it's for mother-in-law and mother-in-law, Maha, you've got a picture, let's go!"

With a movement of Zhenyuan Laodao's body, his figure gradually faded.

Seeing this, Taoist Zhen Yu had no choice but to curl his lips, and shouted at the black-faced young man: "Jing Wu follow!"

"Yes, old man!"

The two of them moved and then disappeared.

"Hey! Wait for me"

In a large tomb nearby, an urgent voice suddenly sounded.

Then a tattered figure rushed out from inside.

From a distance, the ancient tomb, the dilapidated and pitch-black figure, really looks like a resurrected corpse, eerie and terrifying.

However, as soon as the man opened his mouth, the atmosphere changed completely.

"Is this tomb not sealed tightly or something, the energy of the whole body is leaking out, and it has been sealed for thousands of years in vain, bad luck!"

This Taoist has a straight face, and looks upright, but his image at this time is a bit too embarrassing.

"Two uncles, wait for Mingchang!"

Daoist Mingchang also didn't care to change out of his tattered clothes, and hurriedly chased after him.

In the Immortal Sect, after the master teacher rang the bronze bell, he sat on the head teacher calmly as usual.

Meng Taoist's lips moved a few times, and finally he could only sigh and sit quietly aside.

"Whizzing"

Several figures flew from outside the hall.

Master Miaoran's body trembled suddenly, and he quickly raised his eyes to look.

I saw an old Taoist with white beard and hair and a kind face, followed by a white-faced Taoist, and the last one who came in was a tall black-faced Taoist.

The real head teacher didn't dare to neglect, hurriedly stepped down from the head teacher's throne, and went forward to salute: "Miao Ran, the seventh head teacher of the Immortal Sect, pay homage to the ancestors!"

Meng Daoren didn't dare to be rude, so he also stepped forward to pay respects.

"You don't need to be too polite, Pindao Zhenyuan, this is Pindao's junior brother Zhenyu, and that kid is Pindao's disciple Sun Jingwu. If you have any orders from the head teacher, just tell me."

The old Taoist said with a smile.

Master Miaoran was shocked.

Although he had never seen these people, he had heard of them.

Taoist Zhenyuan and Taoist Zhenyu are the founders of this sect, the disciples and grandchildren of Daoist Shenxiao.

Unexpectedly, his knock woke them up.

Headmaster Miaoran said with some displeasure in his heart: "I never expected to alarm the three ancestors, it is Miaoran's crime!"

What he said was sympathetic, and he even blamed himself a little.

There are rules in the practice world, and a monk has only one chance to proclaim himself in a lifetime.

This time they woke up from their arrogance and left the tomb of bullying the sky, and it may be difficult to turn back.

"Don't act like a child. It was not the intention of the poor to be self-proclaimed at the beginning. Now it is the wish of the poor to do something for the immortal sect. Don't talk too much, hurry up and wake up the poor and others, what is the matter?"

Taoist Zhenyu waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Hahaha, what Uncle Zhenyu said is very true, headmaster, tell me quickly, there are not many times when you are poor."

Outside the hall, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

Everyone looked up, and saw a tattered Taoist with a straight face, walking crookedly.

"Mingchang!"

Zhenyuan Daoist was startled and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you?"

Master Mingchang smiled wryly and said: "Uncle Zhenyuan, I don't know if the disciple's grave has not been sealed properly, which caused the disciple to leak a lot of energy, and it has become like this."

"Maybe it's God's will, this disciple must be reincarnated and recultivated."

Master Mingchang sighed.

Taoist Zhenyuan calmed down after being surprised, nodded and said: "There is nothing wrong with reincarnating and recultivating. When you come back from Zongmendu, you will just go through it again."

Daoist Mingchang nodded, turned to Headmaster Miaoran and said with a smile: "I would also like to thank Headmaster for waking up the poor Taoist, otherwise, the poor Taoist and the self-appointed middle school would not even know it."

Master Miaoran had cold sweat on his forehead, how could he dare to accept his thanks.

It is a big deal that there is a problem with bullying the tomb. Speaking of this matter, every headmaster is responsible, and Master Miaoran is no exception.

He took a step forward and said solemnly: "The disciple neglected his duty, and I hope that the ancestor will forgive his sin. After the ancestor converts to practice, the disciple will personally pick up the ancestor to return to the clan!"

"Okay, what a big deal, it's just God's will, what's wrong with your ink, hurry up and talk about it!"

Master Mingchang frowned and said impatiently.

"Yes, disciple, let's make a long story short."

Seeing that the ancestors all looked over impatiently, Master Miaoran didn't dare to talk anymore, and hurriedly told about Yuechen's single-handed visit to Xiji Lingzhou.

"In normal times, the sect has a lot of combat power, and the disciples would not wake up the ancestors, but now it's a world war, and all the disciples of the sect have gone to the Starry Sky Gate. The disciples really have no choice but to ring the bronze bell."

Master Miaoran smiled wryly.

"World War!"

The four ancestors exclaimed at the same time, and looked up at the starry sky.