amaotonovel Chapter 158 Mahayana Ritual 16
Chapter 158 Mahayana Ritual 16
Chapter 158 Mahayana Ritual 16
Looking at the two dashing young men who walked in, Song Qing felt an urge to cry, while Gong Sidao supported his wife's swaying body.
"Don't cry, the children wouldn't want you to be like this! Qingyang is taking good care of them!" Gong Sidao lovingly wiped away his wife's tears and comforted her gently.
It wasn't that he didn't miss his two big, chubby sons; after all, they had ascended to heaven when the little ones were still young and hadn't witnessed their growth. But as a man, he needed to be more responsible at this time.
The parents of Immortal Lord Qingyang comforted Song Qing with empathy: "The two little ones are clearly well raised. They are exceptionally talented and full of vigor. After a thousand years, they will surely ascend to heaven and reunite with you two."
Seeing that Song Qing was still somewhat downcast, Qingyang Immortal Lord's mother suggested, "If you really miss them, when the immortals from the outlying sects return, you can use the sect's quota to go down and see them. I'll talk to them about it then."
The other party's son is her son's apprentice, which is equivalent to his grandson. She can't help but feel affection for the grandson's mother because of her son's son.
Song Qing gazed greedily at her two sons in the mirror, then slowly shook her head: "No, I'll wait for them in the Upper Realm. I'm afraid if I go down there, I won't be able to bear to come back."
This is also why Qingyang Immortal Lord's parents have not returned to the mortal realm to reunite with their son all these years, even though there were quotas available.
Because they can't bear to leave! They can't bear to come back up, and the Heavenly Dao restricts the lower realm very strictly. Apart from the Ghost Emperor, immortals who descend to the lower realm will not only have their cultivation suppressed, but will also suffer inexplicable wear and tear. If the wear and tear is too much, their aptitude will be ruined.
Besides being each other's parents, they are also cultivators. From the moment they embarked on the path of cultivation, they have been steadfastly climbing upwards. How could they be confined by romantic feelings?
Sometimes choices must be made, so they firmly believe that their son can ascend to heaven, and that the family can reunite in the upper realm for a long time, instead of just enjoying fleeting moments.
Song Qing and Gong Sidao thought the same way. Besides being the parents of Gong Cheng and Gong Yu, they were also seekers of the Dao. The upper realm offered many opportunities, but was also fraught with danger.
They fear becoming too attached to family life and losing their ambition.
Now, they are content just to be able to catch a glimpse of it from afar through the mirror.
As parents, they also need to create a world for their son in the upper realm.
Gongcheng and Gongyu knelt respectfully on the prayer mats, a sense of peace and closeness welling up in their hearts, as if their parents were standing there.
The two of them felt a sudden lump in their throats, and it took them a long time to hold back their emotions before they respectfully kowtowed and paid their respects.
A huge pile of items fell in front of the two of them as if they were free.
Song Qing wished she could give all the treasures she and Gong Sidao had accumulated over the years to her two beloved sons.
Gong Sidao wholeheartedly agreed. He came from a background of independent cultivation and knew how important resources were to a cultivator. He had experienced the hardship of lacking resources and didn't want his sons to go through the same thing. Otherwise, what had he been cultivating for all these years? Besides climbing the Great Dao, wasn't it to ensure that his wife and children could live a carefree life?
The two brothers looked at the messy treasures and immediately spotted a ring that was particularly ugly.
The two of them reached out at the same time and grasped the ring in their palms: "Mother! Father!"
Song Qing and Gong Sidao were stunned. Song Qing's tears fell in quick succession: "Hey, Chengcheng, Yubao, Mom is here!"
Gongcheng and Gongyu looked at the memorial tablet with excitement, wanting to reminisce with their parents and tell them about the things they had experienced over the years.
But their reason told them that this was not the place to reminisce. Suppressing their slight disappointment, the two obediently put away their gifts and left the side hall.
But the ring was on Gong Yu's finger, looking somewhat out of place, yet exuding a strange warmth.
Seeing the two brothers on the verge of tears, Cheng Jiu said with concern, "Senior brother, don't be sad. After you ascend, you will be able to reunite with your uncle and aunt."
Gong Yu's voice trembled with a hint of tears: "I'm fine, I just miss them a little!"
Gong Cheng's eyes also reddened slightly. He was always reserved and did not show his emotions as openly as Gong Yu.
He reached out and firmly grasped his younger brother's hand, the one with the ring on it. His palm was thick and strong, as if he were comforting the other.
Cheng Jiu's words of comfort seemed to have the opposite effect, so he slowly shut his mouth.
In fact, she understood the other person's feelings very well. During the period when her memories of her past life returned, all she could think about was escaping her disgusting family and missing her father from her past life. She was in a daze, wanted to cry, but couldn't.
Thinking about it carefully, she has been gone from "Dad" for more than ten years. I wonder if "Dad" in the other world misses her. I hope he won't be sad for too long because of her passing.
Thinking about it this way, she really is an unfilial daughter.
Emotions are contagious, and Cheng Jiu's mood gradually dropped.
Seeing their disciples, one after another, turn into sad little quails since the ancestral worship ceremony, Qingxu and Qingyang Immortal Lord felt helpless and also a little heartbroken.
After all, none of their apprentices, under their protection, had ever shown such a distressing expression.
The sect leader watched the awkward atmosphere spread and felt a little helpless. It was a joyous day, so don't be sad. Get up and have fun!
After paying homage to the Heavenly Dao and the master, there was still one more step: paying homage to one's parents. However, Immortal Lord Qingxu kept saying that he was an orphan, and Immortal Lord Qingyang's parents were in the Upper Realm. He had already completed paying homage to his master and parents at the same time, so he directly moved on to the next step.
A disciple presents a gift!
Besides parents, teachers, and mentors, one's closest relatives are one's disciples, so the disciples' offering of gifts is a separate ceremony.
Upon hearing that their disciple was presenting a gift, Cheng Jiu and the other two immediately composed themselves. They couldn't afford to be impolite in front of everyone; that would be too embarrassing.
The gift lists for the three had been prepared in advance and handed to the senior brother who was calling out their names.
The immortal lords and venerable lords have taken their seats, eagerly anticipating what gifts their disciples will present to them.
Of course, they were well aware of their disciples' financial resources. When the disciples were at that level of cultivation, they couldn't offer much either, but now they considered these things to be treasures.
Regardless of the amount, it represents the disciples' heartfelt sentiments and is the most direct way to feel the filial piety of these two disciples.
Qingxu and Qingyang Immortal Lord sat at the head of the table, eagerly anticipating what gifts their disciple would prepare for them.
They don't need anything too fancy, they'll like anything!
First was Cheng Jiu's gift list. Although Cheng Jiu addressed Gong Cheng and Gong Yu as his senior brothers, Qingxu Immortal Lord was senior to Qingyang Immortal Lord, so Cheng Jiu was the first to present his gift.
First came the three items: a book, an inkstone, and a brush. The three disciples took them, walked down the steps, and showed them to the guests before returning to their own hands and handing the book to the senior disciple who was calling out the names.
The books, inkstones, and brushes were generously sponsored by the brothers Gong Cheng and Gong Yu, so their quality was naturally of the highest standard.
The guests present had excellent eyesight; they could tell from the elegant and refined handwriting on the book that it was written by Qingxu's young disciple himself.
It's truly enviable that he personally wrote a congratulatory message for his master, which clearly came from the bottom of his heart.
Just thinking about my apprentice's heartfelt words warms my heart.
Cheng Jiu's style is quite good. I got more and more excited as I wrote, and my heart was surging with emotion. It's a total of 1,200 words, and the whole thing is full of praise.
Immortal Lord Qingxu felt completely at ease listening to this, while the guests present only felt a toothache.
Gentle and approachable, bright and clear like the moon, haha, I never thought that one day these words could actually describe Qingxu.
As expected, the world goes crazy when you live long enough!
The guests present felt as if they had been hit by a ten-thousand-ton bomb. Cheng Jiu really praised Qingxu Immortal Lord to the skies, and the key point was that the other party's tone was quite sincere, as if he genuinely thought so.
After finally finishing the 1,200-word essay, Elder Xiao Ming felt a sense of relief: "It's finally over. Is this about Qingxu? It was terrifying."
Elder Tiexian chuckled and said, "I think the young lady is very genuine. At least Qingxu is indeed as gentle and approachable as a clear breeze and bright moon."
Elder Xiao Ming rolled his eyes at the other party: "It's just a facade to fool people, but who here doesn't know what's inside? I don't believe Qingxu didn't come looking for you back then!"
"Children always grow up!" Elder Tiexian still had a kind and honest appearance, but his words were extremely hateful: "You mean back then? I don't know, after all, I was stationed on the outer battlefield by order of the sect at that time."
This means that he wasn't there at the time, so naturally he couldn't be challenged by Qingxu.
To say that Immortal Lord Qingxu was in his prime was only true for a few years. After challenging everyone in the cultivation world, he began to recuperate and rarely made any moves to provoke such young upstarts.
He perfectly avoided that period.
Elder Xiao Ming was struck hard, and then looked at the immortal lords around him, who silently looked away.
Immortal Lord Feng Jue noticed his gaze and said quite casually, "Oh dear, isn't it normal for fellow Daoists to spar?"
Immortal Lord Xiao Ming broke down completely. It seemed that he was the only one who had held a grudge all these years, while the others were just young people bickering and joking around.
Ah! As expected, Qingxu is still as annoying as ever, and his disciple is not only annoying but also shameless!
While he was fuming, in an unseen corner, several immortal lords were exchanging glances. They were not unaffected by Cheng Jiu's praise, but wasn't there someone even more unbearable?
Comparison brings comfort and peace of mind.
Oh, poor Elder Xiao Ming, he's run into such a bunch of unscrupulous people. (Crocodile tears)
With a smile in his eyes, Immortal Lord Qingxu accepted the eulogy book handed to him by the disciple who was calling out the names. He gently unfolded it, looked at it, and carefully put the book into his ring.
His actions clearly showed he was quite satisfied.
Meanwhile, Cheng Jiu felt a redness slowly spreading from her neck to the top of her head, and she felt as if her head was about to explode.
I didn't realize it when I was writing in the heat of the moment, and I didn't realize it after reading it aloud, but to have my disciple read it aloud in public like this is really—shameful!
Cheng Jiu just felt a little ashamed to read it aloud in public; he felt there was nothing wrong with what he had written.
So, facing the questioning gazes of the crowd, Cheng Jiu stood up straight. No matter how shy she was, she had to tell these people with confidence that her master was just that good, the best in the world!
No one can compare!
She stood there confidently, blocking all questioning gazes, and the gazes of those present gradually turned into good-natured teasing.
It's obvious that the master and apprentice have a very good relationship; how can anyone not envy them, considering them like father and daughter?
The second item was the Four Arts. Looking at the Grade 7 Ice Profound Pill, the Spirit Gathering Talisman, and the Nether Profound Array that were brought out, even the guests who had heard about Cheng Jiu's talent were shocked. Rumors are just rumors, and they can never compare to the shock brought by the actual items.
"Qingxu is truly amazing!" Fengjue Immortal Lord looked at the three items, his envy already exhausted.
As the four arts most sought after in the cultivation world, they are naturally the focus of countless people's attention. Once you reach the ninth rank, you can become an honored guest of almost any Venerable Lord or Immortal Lord. If the other party is willing, they can even hire a ninth-rank Immortal Lord as a henchman.
But how many can actually reach the ninth rank? The number of ninth-rank masters in the cultivation world can be counted on one hand. Even if they are Venerable Lords and Immortal Lords, it would be very difficult to invite them without any connection, and even if they were, it would come at a huge cost.
Someone like Cheng Jiu, whose talent in the four arts is clearly evident, and who, unlike her master, doesn't follow a completely righteous path, means her achievements in the four arts are quite trustworthy, especially as she grows stronger in the future.
I'm afraid even these old guys might not be able to catch the other party's eye.
"The spirit robes she wears and those worn by Qingyang's two disciples were also made by her!" Immortal Lord Lingguang had such sharp eyes that even a ninth-grade weapon refiner could tell at a glance that the spirit robes of the three were of the same lineage.
Immortal Lord Fengjue replied lazily, "I saw it coming a long time ago!"
What else could possibly shock him? He was already exhausted.
Xiaoyin Immortal Lord looked at Mengya Immortal Lord and said in a low voice, "No wonder you were so generous, you placed your bet in advance! That was a brilliant move."
It's much easier to befriend a ninth-rank master who is proficient in all four arts when they are young than to befriend them when they grow up.
Immortal Lord Mengya chuckled, "I just like that little girl!"
Xiaoyin Immortal Lord rolled his eyes. Who would believe that!
Mengya Immortal Lord drank the wine on the table, his face full of innocence. These days, no one believes the truth anymore.
He looked at Cheng Jiu, his unintentional act unexpectedly yielding a pleasant surprise.
The three skills and four arts were also presented to the guests by three disciples.
Some of the same masters of the Four Arts carefully examined the three items.
Comparing myself to my outstanding apprentices, I suddenly felt that the apprentices I used to be very satisfied with had faded into the background.
It's true what they say, other people's apprentices are always the best.
Look at how others can reach the seventh rank at such a young age, while these kids in their family... sigh, they can't compare, they can't compare!
They accepted it, after all, they couldn't compare to Qingxu, that freak, and they believed that they wouldn't reach the seventh rank at Cheng Jiu's age. So, after making a few sarcastic remarks about the disciples Qingxu Immortal Lord had taken in, they simply let it go.
The gifts were arranged around him, and Immortal Lord Qingxu carefully placed them into his ring. These were gifts from his disciple! He would treasure them well!
The four arts have already caused such a sensation, and everyone is even more eager to see the three most anticipated treasures.
Upon seeing the palm-sized Ice Essence Jade, everyone present became envious. It should be understood that this thing is extremely rare, and in the cultivation world, it is almost always known by name but never seen.
Moreover, it corresponds to a spiritual root, and it's so big and so clear. Judging from the patterns on it, it has obviously been finely carved and awakened. Its value has increased dramatically in an instant.
If the first thing was merely envy, since none of the immortal lords present possessed ice spiritual roots, then the second thing directly stirred the covetous hearts of the immortal lords present; they simply couldn't believe their eyes.
What did they see? The bamboo heart fruit that the demon race's group of savage bears were protecting like their lifeblood.
The demon prince's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the bamboo heart fruit. How could a human have such a thing?
The Iron-Eating Beast clan didn't even give face to the Demon Emperor, protecting the Bamboo Heart Fruit very carefully, and now it has actually appeared in the hands of a human!
This is a priceless treasure that can increase the probability of ascension! Everyone present couldn't help but breathe heavily. If they weren't still rational and knew that they were in the Guiyuan Sect, they probably would have started fighting.
The third item was a piece of iron that left one feeling utterly disappointed. The veins on the arm of the disciple holding it were bulging; it was simply too heavy.
Is the Iron Mother Treasure precious? Absolutely. Even a sword cultivator at the Mahayana stage would take action against the Iron Mother.
But compared to the previous two treasures, it just feels a little lacking.
But that's enough. After all, for a Nascent Soul cultivator to be able to bring out so many treasures shows that she has already given the best she could.
Afterwards, the three disciples, as before, carried gifts and circled among the guests, allowing them to appreciate them.
The disciple holding the Iron Mother secretly groaned inwardly, "Help! It's so heavy! I don't know how Junior Sister Cheng Jiu was able to take it out so lightly."
The senior brother, holding the bamboo heart fruit and the ice-infused spirit jade, felt flattered and overwhelmed. Most of the attention from those present was focused on the contents of their plates. They had never before received such a grand display of gazes from so many immortal lords and venerable figures.
The gifts were circled around, and Immortal Lord Qingxu accepted the treasure. The disciple holding the Iron Mother watched as Immortal Lord Qingxu casually picked up the Iron Mother as if it were a small pebble and put it into his ring.
Instead of putting the jade pendant away, she replaced the jade pendant at her waist.
Then he picked up a bamboo heart fruit and ate it like a snack in a few bites.
The immortal lords and venerable lords present were heartbroken and indignant. What a waste of resources!
Even the sect leader felt a little uneasy watching the other party treat the bamboo heart fruit like a snack.