Following Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming, the Dharma King of the West, Wu Sanren, the Five Elements Banner Master and others knelt on the ground with their right hands on their chests, and invited Lin Yifan to come to the stage to worship.
For a moment, everyone turned their attention to the young boy.
A year ago, he defeated the masters of six major sects and reached the first place.
A year later, he became the leader of the largest religion in the world!
Many people expected that Lin Yifan's future would be limitless, but they didn't expect that he would rise so quickly.
The changes in the world are amazing.
Envy, jealousy, admiration...
Under the unanimous gaze of everyone, Lin Yifan stood up from his seat, walked through many high-level officials of Mingjiao, and came to the spacious high platform.
At this moment, there is a burning torch on the stage.
Below the torch is the throne representing the position of the leader.
On the top of the light, there is a holy fire that has been burning for countless years and has not been extinguished. It is the belief of many people of Mingjiao.
Mingjiao worships fire, also known as Zoroastrianism in the previous dynasty, and believes that holy flames can burn away all evil and impure things in the world.
Originally, according to the rules of the Ming Cult, the leader's succession must take place in front of the Holy Fire at Guangmingding.
But Lin Yifan felt that Guangmingding was too far away. Many martial arts sects went back and forth, and a year would pass.
Moreover, it was impossible to achieve Lin Yifan's goal, so he could only draw some of the holy fire at Guangmingding.
Just use the sacred fire to light wood and other things, and send people to escort you all the way to Haozhou.
In fact, to be on the safe side, Yang Xiao sent ten sacred fires, but only three were still alive in Haozhou.
Lin Yifan came to the holy fire, turned around in front of the leader's throne, faced everyone in the Ming Cult, and said loudly: "Thanks to the recommendation and love of all the brothers, today I, Lin Yifan, succeeds as the 30th Western leader of the Ming Cult, and I will definitely inherit the legacy of Yangdingtian Cult Leader. We will carry forward Mingjiao, take it as our own duty to expel the Tartars, and restore our Han people.
Today, I swear here that if I fail to achieve the goal of expelling Yuan Ting in this life, I will not enter reincarnation after death, my soul will be burned by the holy fire, and I will never be reincarnated! "
As soon as he finished speaking, many Mingjiao believers knelt down and worshiped Lin Yifan, chanting holy words.
"Burn my broken body with the blazing holy fire. Life is so joyful, death is so painful. Do good and eliminate evil. Only light is the reason. Joy and sorrow are all turned into dust. Have mercy on me, the world. There are so many sorrows!"
After reading, everyone knelt down and worshiped Lin Yifan again.
"See the leader!"
Seeing this, Lin Yifan sat down generously in front of everyone.
"Brothers, please get up!"
"Thank you, Master!"
At this point, the succession ceremony has been completed.
Lin Yifan officially became the 30th Western leader of Mingjiao!
"The Wudang Sect congratulates Lin Shaoxia on being crowned the leader of the Ming Cult, and presents a calligraphy and painting written by Master Zhang!"
Hearing that it was Zhang Sanfeng's handwriting, Lin Yifan couldn't help but feel happy. This is a treasure that can be passed down to his family in the future.
"The Shaolin Sect congratulates Young Master Lin on being crowned the leader of the Ming Cult and presents him with ten volumes of Buddhist scriptures!"
Depend on!
Send Buddhist scriptures?
You can do it too!
Wouldn’t I buy it myself?
So stingy!
"The Emei Sect congratulates Young Master Lin on his ascendance to the position of leader of the Ming Cult, and presents him with one hundred thousand taels of silver and a plaque!"
As expected of one of our own, you are generous!
"The Kunlun Sect congratulates Young Master Lin on being crowned the leader of the Ming Cult and sends him a thousand taels of gold and a hundred catties of hot jade!"
boom! ! !
Everyone present was shocked when they heard the Kunlun sect singing and announcing the gifts.
Is this what the Kunlun Sect can do?
Given such a heavy gift, do you still have rice to cook at home?
Even Lin Yifan, who always felt calm about himself, was shocked.
He looked towards He Taichong, but at this moment He Taichong also looked at him, and even winked at him with his left eye proudly!
That expression, that movement, that demeanor...
If this was nothing, I'm afraid Lin Yifan himself wouldn't believe it!
At that moment, Lin Yifan's anus tightened and he quickly turned his eyes away, pretending not to recognize him.
Madan's!
From now on, if He Taichong dares to get within ten meters of him, he'll hit him to death with the 'Ang Long You Regret' shot first, to avoid being misunderstood that he is gay!
At the same time, after seeing Lin Yifan's actions, He Taichong was very puzzled, so he asked his wife beside him:
"Madam, do you think Master Lin is dissatisfied with our gifts? Why does he turn away when he sees me?"
"Really? It doesn't make sense! We give the most generous gifts among all the sects, so there should be no reason for him to be dissatisfied, right? Did you see it wrong?" Ban Shuxian thought for a moment and said.
"Did I really see it wrong?"
He Taichong said doubtfully. He recalled it carefully, but he couldn't remember whether he had really seen it wrong.
So he made up his mind to have a chat with Lin Yifan alone after the conference and express his admiration for him!
The next Huashan sect had no friendship with Lin Yifan, so they also gave him an ordinary calligraphy and painting to express their feelings.
Perhaps it was because Lin Yifan had used up his inner strength to treat the internal injuries of the Five Elders of Kongtong. In the end, the gifts Kongtong sent were okay, just worse than those of Emei.
But it is much better than Shaolin and Huashan.
This made Lin Yifan couldn't help but complain secretly in his heart.
If something happened to Huashan and Shaolin in the future, he would simply go there empty-handed.
No!
Not only was he empty-handed, he also brought hundreds of brothers to eat and drink.
Eat poor Huashan, drink poor Shaolin!
After the succession ceremony, Wei Yixiao flew onto the stage, raised his hand and said to everyone:
"Thank you all for watching the succession ceremony of the leader of our Ming Cult. Now let's move on to the second item of the conference - the leader's wedding!"
"I would like to invite Wudang Master Zhang to come on stage and bear witness to today's newcomers!"
Originally, as the master of ceremonies, this was Yang Xiao's job.
But he had other things to do next, so he could only let Wei Yixiao do it for him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired old man from the Wudang grandstand area floated leisurely to the high platform, walked to the incense table where the red candles and the words "happiness" had been placed, and sat down.
Seeing this scene, everyone present immediately became uneasy.
"Isn't it? He actually asked Zhenren Zhang to be the witness. This is such a big honor for Lin Yifan!"
"Who says it's not the case? Now Lin Yifan has really grown up. Apart from Wudang Song Yuanqiao, who else has Master Zhang served as a witness at a wedding!"
"Look carefully! This is the second project, and there are three more projects to be carried out!"
Wei Yixiao continued to do his job no matter what the people in the audience said.
"Now we invite today's newcomer, Mingjiao leader Lin Yifan, to appear!"
Following Wei Yixiao's gesture, everyone looked towards the entrance and suddenly saw a handsome man wearing red flowers walking out.
I saw him strolling up to the stage along the pre-set steps step by step, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, as gentle as jade, and a calm and peaceful smile on his face.
He is today's groom, Lin Yifan!
"Next, let's bring our first bride on stage. The bride's surname is Yang, and her given name is Buhui. She is the daughter of Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Ming Cult of Light. She has a beautiful face, dignified and polite, and will be a good match!"
At the entrance, Yang Buhui, who was covered with a red hijab, was holding Yang Xiao's forehead and crying.
"Dad! My daughter can't bear to leave you!"
