"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
The sound of the bell shattered the morning mist, and as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the mountains and forests, casting its light onto the single-eaved glazed tile roofs at the top of the resting mountain, Qiyun Taoist Monastery had already bustled into action.
Today was Wu Shan's ceremonial admittance into the monastery, and for ancestors of great ability such as him, the formalities of etiquette, if followed through completely, would indeed be extremely intricate and complicated. However, since he was only in spiritual form, without a physical body, many procedures could not be conducted. Therefore, both parties had agreed to simplify the process.
As a result, the great bronze bell was struck one hundred and eight times, the monastery's members lined up to welcome the guest, and with Lu Yuanqing carrying the wine cup in hand, he invited him into the hall. This was considered to have fulfilled the ceremonial etiquette.
