The accommodation arranged by the organizers was quite good, considered a star-rated hotel in Shancheng.
The hotel's two-story building had been entirely booked by the organizers. All those visible entering and exiting were Taoists in robes, chatting and laughing.
Jiang Wen found his accommodation and placed his luggage in the room. He took out the Taoist robe he had prepared and put it on, a smile involuntarily appearing as he looked at the handsome Taoist in the mirror.
After tying up his hair, leaving dragon whiskers, and tidying up his attire, Jiang Wen walked out of the hotel.
The organizer's venue was in the nearby stadium, a football field large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. The association rented the venue to welcome Taoist comrades from all over the country.
There would be a Taoist debate that evening, and the opening ceremony would also be held on schedule.
Heading to the venue, Taoists were constantly seen on the road.
Passersby felt it was novel and didn't hesitate to take photos. Perhaps soon, news of Shancheng, an ancient capital, with Taoists appearing, would appear online.
Before Jiang Wen reached the venue, he handed the invitation letter to the staff, who checked it and let him in.
Entering inside, a huge venue appeared.
What 'facing east in the early morning, deeply inhaling three breaths to absorb the purple Qi of the rising sun'.
"Currently, there are a total of 428 Taoist sects in the world. The vast majority of them are hidden in remote corners. We invite you all here to see the future development of Taoism from you."
Based on this alone, no one dared to question the old Taoist's qualifications.
I wonder what the scene would be like if the Dayan Immortal Sect held such a conference? Jiang Wen thought to himself.
In this conference, Jiang Wen understood how many fake Taoists there were in the Taoist community. Although his Taoist identity was also not legitimate, at least he had thoroughly read the classics of Taoism.
As melodious music sounded in the conference, it turned out to be that song with divine power.
Next was the initial Taoist debate of each sect. First, the heads of several famous sects debated the principles of the Great Dao, and then disciples from other sects spoke freely.
"The world is changing, and there are anomalies in the world. Taoism may also have to change."
It is said that the old man is one hundred and one years old this year and is a long-lived person. His age is the same as the new world, and he also lived in that chaotic era.
At this time, Realist Changyun spoke, his old voice spreading throughout the venue: "This conference, regardless of where the Taoist sect is from, or where they were born, is only for one thing, and that is to discuss Tao and cultivate."
"Too boring, luckily there are no song and dance performances," Jiang Wen thought to himself.
"Alas, it's not quite what I thought it would be." Just as Jiang Wen was thinking, a Taoist boy approached him.
Later, there were also duels between disciples from various sects, which made Jiang Wen doze off. He really couldn't stand these staged performances, so he consciously escaped into his divine consciousness to roam freely. Finally, the long Taoist performance ended, and he woke up from it.
According to the order of the invitation letter, Jiang Wen found his seat. Seat number 999, this number is a bit interesting, it is the number of the Nine Extremes. It occupies an important position in Taoism, but I didn't expect it to be assigned to me today.
After that, he was too lazy to discuss Tao with others, just sitting in his seat and meditating quietly.
Because the football field of the stadium was rented, the area was surprisingly large. Not only that, but all places were decorated in the Taoist style. A Taoist temple with a huge screen in the center of the venue was particularly eye-catching.
Jiang Wen searched online for the story of the old Taoist and couldn't help but admire him. This old Taoist is indeed worthy of the title of the head of Taoism. He had made great efforts for the existence of Taoism in those years and had also supported the frontline resistance.
Taoist Changyun, the head of Dragon Tiger Mountain, one of the most prestigious figures in Taoism.
In short, after the conference ended, it was already eight o'clock. Everyone returned to their residences, took a shower, and went to sleep.
First, the routine speech, what Taoist sects have made efforts and contributions to society, and actively participate in public welfare undertakings. Anyway, they said themselves to be upright, and then thanked the officials and the people.
Or what kind of elixir to configure, which can be swallowed into the abdomen after refining to practice the herbal medicine skill.
In short, there were all kinds of things, but none of them matched up.
Only to hear the middle-aged Taoist say loudly with a full voice: "The 38th Sitting and Forgetting Taoist Conference, now begins! Please come to the Taoist temple, disciples of each family."
As dusk approached, the Taoist conference officially began.
Jiang Wen looked at the time, and it had been two hours since he entered the venue.
When this process was over, those people retreated. An old man in a plain Taoist robe walked onto the Taoist temple with a microphone, his figure displayed on the big screen, and many people on the scene also called out his name.
Jiang Wen was drowsy watching it, he really couldn't get interested in this kind of performance.
It's just that such ridiculous remarks are still affirmed by the Taoists present, who think these methods are useful.
The venue was filled with Taoists, white and black, with various Taoist robes and attire rising and falling. And in the front of the venue, a row of seats was also occupied by the heads of various famous sects. They were either fat or thin, with different expressions on their faces.
Jiang Wen looked at the Wudang representative sitting on the main stage, and the other party didn't seem to have any intention of sharing the 'Heart Imprint Sutra'.
The young disciples of each sect either walked onto the Taoist temple with knives and guns or bare-handed.
They performed martial arts for the many Taoists present, and the sharpness of the knives, guns, fists, and feet caused bursts of cheers.
After the old Taoist finished speaking, he handed the microphone to the middle-aged Taoist next to him.
Many Taoists can't even distinguish the Qingjing Sutra and the Tao Te Ching, which made Jiang Wen a little speechless.
Until the last day of the Taoist conference, all families shared their experiences in cultivating the Great Dao. Although they spoke freely, there was nothing that Jiang Wen could see. All of them were nonsense and misleading.
Sitting down carelessly, Jiang Wen looked at the huge Taoist temple. He closed his eyes and meditated, and after the personnel in the venue were almost complete, he slowly opened his eyes.
"How would I know, but you're right, this Master Chen is indeed extraordinary. This jumping ability and speed are too amazing. Could it be that Wudang really has secret techniques?"
At this time, someone's discussion came from his ear: "Senior brother, what was going on with Master Chen from Wudang just now? Why could he jump so high all of a sudden? He solved the opponent in two or three moves, it's really amazing.
The Taoist conference lasted for three days, with Taoism, enlightenment, and cultivation as the topics. Disciples from various Taoist sects could freely discuss and speak freely at the venue. Jiang Wen also debated with several people, and the other party obviously hadn't read the Taoist scriptures thoroughly, and was defeated by him.
It was Jiang Yu, whom he had met before.
He seemed to be looking for someone, and for some reason, he groped his way to Jiang Wen.
Looking at this white-skinned and tender Taoist boy, Jiang Wen suddenly had an idea.
