At the end of two thousand years, it was as dull as before in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Xuanmen monks and even scammers in the world, it was not at all calm.

The Taoist Association formed by Wei Guangzheng has recruited more than 300 members. With the support of abundant financial resources, it has really opened up some joints. Although the members are of varying quality, there are really a few capable people in it. After several rounds of training, some laymen who have not yet started but have all deceived them all by relying on a mouth to fool them, now they have some magic power.

Everyone is a rough jade, and the saints say that there are teachings and there are no distinctions. As long as you can grasp the other party’s interests, even a piece of mud can find a suitable place for development.

The Yulong Hotel has been crowded with guests these days. The originally deserted hotel soon filled with people. The Xuanmen people wearing Taoist robes, compass and quad hats gathered together to discuss Taoism. When they were excited, they would reach out and gesture. Live until they were old and learn until they were old. The Xuanmen technique was profound and profound, and no one dared to say that they had learned it well.

Fang Lun, who is in his 80s, has a young face and holds a golden abacus in his hand. He is good at calculating bones and believes that a person's life will have a shape at the moment of birth. Through the self-esteem at birth, plus the time of birth, a little attention can be used to calculate a person's life.

Standing next to him was Li Bingcheng, who was in his sixties but looked like he was in his forties. His eyes were slightly slanted, which is commonly known as cross-eyes. When he was young, he was often teased. When he was young, he actually had a spirit and turned into Yin and Yang eyes. Now he became a well-known Xuan Xiu in a radius of hundreds of miles. He relied on wild paths for a while, and later joined the association and received formal theoretical education. Then he became even more out of control and became a master of communicating Yin and Yang.

Several older people gathered together at the same table, eating millet porridge and talking about their own understanding of Taoism. Several young people at the table next door were completely excited and said with a smile: "Who is so brave and dares to claim that he is the authentic Xuanmen. We will go to the restaurant immediately and take off the authentic Xuanmen plaque and kick it to pieces."

The Xuanmen industry is quite special. Some people have been enlightened in their childhood and can calculate good and bad luck. Some people only have their spiritual changes after a drastic life. They can see things that others cannot see. Some people have sudden enlightenment when reading books, or they have unscrupulous abilities that others have never had. What's more, they are lazy foodies who cannot make ends meet and cannot resist their shoulders and hands, and want to live a life of food and clothing without worries with their mouths.

Feng Shui masters from all over the world are also considered to be famous in various places. Every year at the end of the year, small-scale associations will gather, and they will be appointed and removed from the association directors. At the same time, they will discuss plans for the coming year. Sometimes there are several masters who will teach their own experiences. So everyone cares about the gathering at the end of the year.

This time, the authentic Xuanmen challenged again. After Wei Guangzheng shouted the slogan of kicking the shop, those who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos immediately shouted excitedly. This should be one of the few unified actions of Xuanmen in recent years, and it was also a kicking the shop like Mount Tai. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.

Another shouted immediately: "I want to see who this President Xuan is, and Chairman Wei, who dares to reject us, is really brave enough to wait for us to gather. I'm afraid he'll be soft if he doesn't have to kick him."

When everyone heard this person say this, they laughed again. The entire association has more than 300 members, distributed all over the world. After a week of gathering, more than 280 members came. Everyone gathered together. Whether it was a wheel battle or a war, the authentic Xuanmen could not escape the fate of being removed from the plaque.

The scheming people at the table next door were not as relaxed as young people. They all squinted their eyes and drank rice porridge in small sips. They became sophisticated that they not only had a clear taste, but also had a sharp eye. They could see things that others could not see, such as the strangeness in the matter of kicking a restaurant.

Li Bingcheng swallowed the pickles in his mouth, cleared his throat and said, "Wei Guangzheng is also a person with magic skills. He can't even get the authentic Xuanmen sect. Can we achieve success by relying on us alone?"

In the entire association, Wei Guangzheng's Taoist Technique can rank among the top ten, or even firmly sit in the top three, and he can't handle it. Then can everyone do it together? Competition for mysterious techniques is not about strength, nor can anyone win if there are more people. Unless everyone is unreasonable and rushes to punch and kick.

Fang Lun cleared his throat, opened his mouth and spit out thick phlegm, and said to Li Bingcheng: "According to this momentum, there must be more people bullying fewer people. Then he will talk with his mouth first. If he can't say it, he will start comparing. If he can't compare, then he will swing his fists." As he said that, a hint of worry flashed across his face: "As long as you don't kick the iron plate, the problem should not be big.

"What if I really kick it on the iron plate, what should I do?" Li Bingcheng continued to worry. He had been sleeping uneasy recently, and was worried as if bad luck was about to happen. Could it be that this Xuanmen authenticity is really a bit important and very difficult to deal with?

"Let's see when the time comes," Fang Lun's old trick: "Wei Guangzheng is not a person who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. Since he dares to take us there, there is a way to protect everyone. In terms of tolerance and strength, he is always one by one and will not do anything out of the ordinary."

"Yes," Li Bingcheng also pointed his head: "In our career, we must have two eyes to see right and wrong, and we must see the depth of everything. According to Wei Guangzheng's nature, he will indeed not do anything out of the ordinary."

The entire hall was noisy, everyone said that they were full of fighting spirit and were full of fighting spirit, as if they were heavenly soldiers and generals. If one of them was crushed, the Xuanmen Authentic Sect would be destroyed under their anger.

Wei Guangzheng, with blood-red eyes, stepped forward in the restaurant, and his palms were slapped together. After attracting everyone's attention, he pressed down and said: "Everyone, I won't talk about what day it is today. Those who have a good meal get up first, go to the door of the restaurant to get on the bus. Those who have not had a good meal eat quickly. We will set off in twenty minutes."

Hearing Wei Guangzheng's arrangement, some excited and passionate young men rushed into the car with buns and soy milk, fearing that they would not find the seat when they were late.

There are more people in the store, and there are fewer people in the game. It is a matter of winning or losing. Everyone must join in the fun. And it is based on the pain of others. This kind of comfort is so refreshing.

Others who ate slowly also started to suck and ate all their breakfast in a few seconds. They also squeezed into the car, thinking about how many years in the future, when talking about this restaurant after dinner, they talked about this time when they could pat their chests and tell others that they had participated in it back then, what kind of glory would it be.

As everyone got on the bus, the five buses were crowded and drove towards Huaqing Garden amid the roar of the engine.

On the other side of the capital, a famous foreign-related hotel, the same deserted hotel is now crowded with Feng Shui masters from all over the world gather together and whispered their own experiences. Some people are also showing the Taoism they have just developed.

Most of the monks of Xuanmen are yellow-skinned Asians, the black and thin are Southeast Asians, the short ones are islanders, and the peninsula people with slightly curled hair. As for those who are particularly alternative, the dark skin is Xuanmen who have a sect and are newly acquired disciples in Huizhou.

There are also several blonde and blue-sighted foreigners who are new disciples of Xuanmen's education in Europe and America. They can develop into disciples in the area of ​​faith in God. Xuanmen's magic is really amazing.

Xuan Wuji, who was wearing a military uniform, was wearing a black contrast armor and had red silk on his waist. The matching breasts seemed to make him three points younger, and even when he walked, he looked radiant.

The originally noisy hall immediately fell into silence with Xuan Wuji's arrival. The Hong Kong Island Xuan family has a strong reputation and unparalleled influence in Southeast Asia and even overseas. Everyone, the Xuanmen monks have a close relationship with the Xuan family, either received the favor of the Xuan family, or the master's support is supported by the Xuan family.

In the overseas Xuanxiu world, the Xuan family will definitely tremble in the entire industry. Even some people, even the Catholic Church, have to give Xuan Wuji a three-point face.

Because in the eyes of Xuan Wuji or Xuan Xiu, Jehovah is just a cultivator with a relatively strong cultivation level. What is worthy of their belief? However, every sect and every Xuanmen have their own code of conduct. Without breaking up the situation, everyone will be able to live a better life. Leave face to others and also leave face to themselves.

Xuan Wuji took a breath, and the blood all over his body seemed to start burning, full of fighting spirit, and couldn't wait to come to the door to play, use his strength, connections, and abilities to prove that the Hong Kong Island Xuan family is the orthodox family of the entire Xuanmen. As for the Hunan Xuan family, they should have withdrawn from the stage of history long ago.

Looking at the numerous helpers, Xuan Wuji's heart was filled with ambition. Perhaps this time was a great time to regain the secret record of Xuan Gong. The excited Xuan Wuji opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his lungs. A series of violent coughs spread, which seemed extremely desolate in the quiet hall.

Suddenly, a thought popped up in everyone's mind. After all, Xuan Wuji, the head of the Xuan family, was still a hero who was old and strong, but he could not escape the carving knife of time. A trace of bleakness rose in everyone's heart.

After holding the breath and waiting for no longer coughing, Xuan Wuji waved his hand. The originally excited speech was still in the womb, and finally turned into a sentence: "Let's go and kick the authentic Xuanmen Pavilion."
Chapter completed!