Chapter 712 Little Senior Brother
Mr. Xun opened the letter again, looked at it, pondered for a moment, took out a jade slip, wrote the letter with a thought, and then called the little Taoist boy.
"Give this jade slip to Mr. Liang of Daotingsi and ask him to find someone to check it."
"Yes, ancestor."
The Taoist boy took the jade slip with both hands and bowed respectfully.
Within a day, the jade slip came back, and the Taoist boy respectfully presented it to Mr. Xun.
Mr. Xun took a look at the jade slip and knew that it was the work of Mr. Daotingsi who had retired from official service. Mr. Liang's handwriting sank his consciousness into it.
After just one glance, Mr. Xun's heart trembled.
Fire Buddha? !
A great demon cultivator who has traversed the borders of the second-level states for hundreds of years, built the foundation at the peak, practiced the forbidden technique of meteor fire, wiped out the whole Xie family, and has many demon cultivators under his command, killing countless people? !
Mr. Xun took a slight breath.
No wonder it’s worth eight thousand meritorious deeds!
The child Mo Hua drew the formation for the Daoting Secretary to capture the Fire Buddha, and made great achievements. He was brought to the watch by Gu Changhuai, the Daoting Secretary.
That's why Daotingsi made an exception and allocated these eight thousand meritorious deeds.
In this way, these eight thousand meritorious deeds are not too much...
But……
Capture the Fire Buddha?
Mr. Xun frowned.
The soft, frail and well-behaved appearance of the ink painting came to mind again.
Mr. Xun couldn't figure it out, how could Mo Hua, a weak and weak disciple like Mo Hua, catch a demon who was at the peak of foundation building and full of evil?
Rely on formation?
No matter how good his formation is, it is still too dangerous.
Mr. Xun was scared and angry at the same time.
Mo Hua, a little boy, is too courageous.
When dealing with such a ferocious and cruel demon cultivator, if one is not careful, he may die without even a trace left.
He dares to have a hand in anything.
and……
Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly focused, "Fire Buddha... was killed..."
What is written above is said to be the work of Gu Changhuai alone.
But at that time, ink painting was also there.
You don't need to think about it to know that there must be something fishy in it.
Mr. Xun sighed.
I didn't expect that...
I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people. I never expected that when I was getting old, I would be given eye drops by a little kid.
Old Mr.
Originally, he thought that with his ability to draw this child with ink, he could only draw a formation, and he could only draw a formation.
So I didn't think of checking it out.
Now it seems that the situation may not be the same at all...
The files from the Merit Pavilion were quickly transferred.
Mr. Xun rolled his eyes, his scalp numbing slightly.
Except for a large number of first-level and second-level formation missions, most of the rest are actually for capturing, hunting down, surrounding, and hunting criminal cultivators, evil cultivators, and even demon cultivators with rewards.
And the success rate is ridiculously high, with almost no mistakes.
The disciples who teamed up with him were also diverse.
But most of them were the little girls from the Murong family and the young man from the Ouyang family in Tai'amen. Most of the others were actually senior brothers and sisters who were one year above him.
These senior brothers and sisters are much higher in cultivation than him. One or two of them are the geniuses of aristocratic families. They met by chance, and they are actually willing to take him to play?
Mr. Xun was a little unbelievable.
Does Mo Hua have such strong communication skills?
These situations are not completely different from what he thought before. They can only be said to be slightly different...
Mr. Xun couldn't help but sigh.
As expected, my divine algorithm is not good. I have worked hard, studied and calculated for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that there was such a "blind spot" around me, and I didn't even calculate it at all.
Mr. Xun looked at the contents of the jade slip again, and became increasingly angry as he thought about it.
What a nonsense!
What a great formation talent, but I don’t know how to cherish it. I spend three days outside the sect doing these extremely dangerous bounties.
Fortunately, everything was safe.
But if there is a slight mistake and there are so many evil cultivators, who can withstand the killing of Mo Hua's little arms and legs?
Once something unexpected happens, won’t a good formation seedling die prematurely?
When he thought of this, Mr. Xun felt regretful. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. He sullenly ordered the Taoist boy: "Go and call Mo Hua!"
The Taoist boy said respectfully, "Yes."
After leaving the elder's residence, Tao Tong went to find Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was in class and was a little surprised when he heard this. Mr. Xun rarely called him to see him during class.
The Taoist boy whispered: "Be careful, the old gentleman seems to be very angry."
On weekdays, Mo Hua often went to the elder's residence and became familiar with this Taoist boy.
Mo Hua was stunned, "Who are you angry with?"
Tao Tong shook his head, "How do I know..."
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
Mr. Xun's anger, what does it have to do with me?
I have been very honest recently, drawing formations in the sect every day.
When they arrived at the Elder's Residence and entered Mr. Xun's room, Mo Hua felt that the atmosphere was not right. Mr. Xun's face was as dark as water and he looked stern.
Mo Hua lowered his eyebrows and looked innocent, looking very well-behaved.
Mr. Xun was just about to blame him, but when he saw Mo Hua's appearance, his heart softened a little.
Although what I am doing is a bit dangerous...
But catching evil heretics is also the duty of a monk, and it is a good thing to do justice for heaven. We should not blame him too much, so as not to damage the child's upright character and Taoist heart of killing demons.
However, this kind of thing can no longer be tolerated at the risk of one's own life.
He is still young and has a blank slate, so how could he know that his heart is sinister and his cultivation world is dangerous.
You have to beat him severely to prevent him from learning a lesson. He will probably dare to do such a dangerous thing next time!
Mr.
He stared at the ink painting for a long time, frowned and asked:
"Is your consciousness... a little stronger again?"
Mo Hua nodded shyly but humbly, "Yes, a little stronger, seventeen tattoos..."
Mr. Xun opened his eyes slightly.
Seventeen lines...
In the early stage of foundation building, seventeen patterns...
The realm in the early stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building? !
Mr.
"Old sir?" Mo Hua said weakly.
Only then did Mr. Xun come back to his senses. Looking at the ink paintings, he was filled with disbelief.
After a while, Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal and he said calmly: "It's okay. You can go back first."
Mo Hua was startled.
Mr. Xun waved his hand, no longer angry, and his voice became much gentler, "Go back to class."
"Oh..." Mo Hua was a little confused, so he bowed his hands and said, "Then the disciple is leaving?"
"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly.
Mo Hua left in a daze.
After Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun thought for a long time before slowly getting up and using the Void Escape Technique to break through the cracks in the void and directly enter the back mountain.
There is an ancestral hall in the back mountain.
The ancestral hall is solemn, majestic and majestic. There are tablets with white patterns on the mysterious background and portraits of the ancestors of Taixu in the past dynasties.
Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, respectfully offered incense.
But his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly.
From the ancient incense burner, curls of green smoke rose.
Old Mr.
"My ancestors bless you..."
"I, Taixumen, really have great luck!"
"The glimmer of hope in Tianji's dilemma...should be this child!"
The incense on the incense burner rises like clouds and mist, covering the portraits of the ancestors of Taixu Sect. The breath is pure and endless.
Mr. Xun took a long breath of relief.
…
The next day, Mr. Xun went to see the head of Taixu.
The head of Taixu looks upright and kind, has an extraordinary bearing, is good at cultivating himself, and has long and thick black hair.
He was of noble birth, had his own inheritance, and entered Taoism with swordsmanship, and had good cultivation. He had a special status within the Taixu Sect.
But at this moment, the head of Taixu also looked a little solemn.
Although he does not cultivate spiritual thoughts and does not understand algorithms, at his level of cultivation, he can vaguely perceive the evolution and evil intentions of some heavenly secrets.
The years in Taixumen have been quiet, but there is a hint that a storm is about to come.
However, he could not see the specific omen.
In front of the elegant sandalwood table, Master Taixu sat across from Mr. Xun. After the water boiled and the tea smelled fragrant, he personally bowed and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Xun, and then sighed:
"Taixu, Tai'a, and Chongxu have become three sects in terms of swordsmanship, but after all, they have ancestors and are connected by the same spirit..."
"I told their leaders, but they didn't believe it." "Tai'amen is very powerful and seems to want to go one step further and occupy the top of the eight gates."
"Chongxumen is in the middle, but we also want to be at the forefront."
The head of the Taixu Sect said to himself, "On the contrary, I, the Taixu Sect, am slowly falling behind and not wanting to make progress."
Mr. Xun took a sip of tea but said nothing.
The head of Taixu sighed, a little sighing, and continued: "Tai'amen, in recent years, there have been many talented people, especially the Ouyang family. The boy named Ouyang Feng is not impressive, but the sword of the Zhen sect He has cultivated the Dharma very deeply, is calm, and does not show his sharp edge. He is a talent that can be used in many ways. "
"Chongxu Sect, in this session, there seems to be a swordsman genius with excellent talent. Not long after he entered the Chongxu Sword Tomb, he sensed the Chongxu Sword Qi and cultivated the Chongxu Sword Qi. It is regarded as the Chongxu Sect. It has lasted for nearly five hundred years. Come, the most talented disciple.”
"My Taixu Sect is a bit inferior... There are some who have good spiritual roots, and there are also those who practice swordsmanship, but in the end they are a little more 'mediocre'. Compared with these real geniuses, they are still inferior."
The head of Taixu shook his head and looked helpless: "It's no wonder that Tai'amen and Chongxumen don't want to play with my Taixumen."
"They don't pay attention to what I say. They are probably afraid that I will be too weak and hold them back."
Mr. Xun frowned slightly.
Although the three families are connected by the same spirit, they have indeed been separated for a long time. Each has its own business and cannot interfere in other people's affairs.
Head Taixu glanced at Mr. Xun, with a slightly solemn expression, and asked in a low voice: "Old sir, what on earth... happened?"
Mr. Xun sighed: "I can't tell clearly."
The head of Taixu looked solemn.
"In short," Mr. Xun said, "from now on, let the disciples of the sect be cautious in their words and deeds. Some of the sect's arrangements should also be as conservative as possible, and no rash advances should be made..."
Head Taixu nodded.
How about lying down to keep healthy? He is familiar with this.
Old Mr.
"No fault is merit. There is no need to compare with others. If they want to compete for fame and wealth, let them compete."
Mr. Xun looked indifferent.
"What the old man said makes sense." Head Taixu agreed.
Afterwards, the two of them continued drinking tea and chatting about some sect affairs. Mr. Xun said, "However, there is a small rule that needs to be changed."
The head of Taixu was slightly startled.
Old Mr.
The head of Taixu was confused and asked with a frown:
"Old sir, forgive the ignorance of this younger generation, does this move... have any profound meaning?"
Old Mr.
"There are too many formation classes and I don't have time to take them all into consideration, so I simply teach them all together as a big class."
When the head of Taixu heard this, he couldn't bear it.
Mr. Xun really worked hard and dedicated his life to the Taixu Sect.
The head of Taixu said softly: "How about leaving these matters of preaching and teaching to the elders and teachers in the sect. Old sir, you have a distinguished status, so there is no need to condescend to your dignity and teach in person... "
"no!"
Mr. Xun said with a serious face:
"Preaching and teaching is the foundation of our Taixu Sect. Whether it is building a foundation, becoming a disciple, teaching, or being an elder, regardless of the level of cultivation or the level of the position, it should be based on preaching and teaching. To be proud, this is the duty of the sect!”
"Although I am old now, no matter what, I must stick to this principle!"
When the head of Taixu heard this, he was extremely respectful. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands and saluted:
"Junior, please follow the teachings of the old gentleman."
Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded happily.
After the matter was finalized, Mr. Xun left. But what he said still echoed in the ears of Master Taixu.
The head of Taixu thought for a long time, with complicated emotions, and sighed in his heart:
"In today's cultivation world, whether it is a family or a sect, there are fewer and fewer people who are as open-minded and righteous as Mr. Xun..."
Head Taixu sighed, took a sip of tea, and was suddenly startled. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt something strange.
This big formation course won’t be held earlier or later, so why is it being held now?
Although it was for the purpose of preaching and teaching, he always felt that Mr. Xun seemed to have a little selfish intention.
However, Mr. Xun has an upright heart and a clear mind. What selfish motives can he have?
Headmaster Taixu thought for a moment and shook his head.
It's probably because I'm too worried.
Mr. Xun has high moral character and high respect, so he would not lie to himself.
…
After Mr. Xun discussed with the leader of Taixu, the rules of the formation class were changed accordingly.
The next formation class is the beginning of the big class.
The location of the course was chosen in the Preaching Pavilion, the largest preaching room.
Old Mr.
Old Mr.
Mr. Xun glanced down, stretched out his hand and said:
"Ink painting."
Mo Hua was startled.
Old Mr.
Mo Hua was caught off guard for a moment and was a little confused.
Then he realized that thousands of eyes were looking at him at the same time, like thousands of arrows fired in unison.
Some of these looks were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were shocked, some were confused, some were admiring, some were questioning, and many were slightly hostile.
They are all the real geniuses in the Taixu Sect. Although they are from the first generation, many of them are not familiar with Mo Hua.
How could they endure a "little senior brother" sent from the sky with their unruly temper?
Looking at the ink paintings made his scalp numb and made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Mr. Xun turned a deaf ear and said to Mo Hua:
"Mo Hua, come up and down."
Mo Hua was under a mountain of pressure in front of everyone, but he still gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage and stood next to Mr. Xun.
Mr. Xun, a white-haired old man, patted Mo Hua's small shoulder, nodded slightly, then pointed at Mo Hua and said to the disciple below:
"From now on, this will be your 'little senior brother'."
Before Mo Hua said anything, a disciple below suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. Although his expression was respectful, but a little angry, he asked: "Excuse me, old gentleman, is this an 'internal decision'?"
Mr. Xun nodded and said calmly:
"Yes."
The disciple was choked.
Mr. Xun was so calm, he didn't know what to say.
Another disciple stood up and said, "Old sir, you are acting for favoritism, and I don't accept it!"
Mr. Xun glanced at him lightly, "What then?"
"I..." The disciple hesitated and said proudly, "My great-grandfather is the great elder of the Taixu Sect. I will tell everything to my great-grandfather, saying that you acted unfairly, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, abused your power, and did not abide by the law." rule……"
Old Mr. …”
The disciple was startled, and then he muttered in his heart.
Why is this old Mr. Xun not afraid at all...
I don’t know if he is really not afraid, or if he is pretending not to be afraid, or he is too senior and his great-grandfather does not dare to touch him?
It's a pity that my great-grandfather never mentioned Mr. Xun.
He also didn't know what kind of status this old Mr. Xun had in the door.
But he is not stupid. Listening to the tone of Mr. Xun's words, it is obvious that he does not take his great-grandfather seriously. What if he really has a very high status...
This disciple was trembling a little.
I won't... cause trouble for my great-grandfather...
Great-grandfather wouldn't beat me...
This disciple lost his confidence and sat down obediently.
The other disciples also realized that something was wrong.
Mr. Xun, who was usually meticulous and only knew how to teach, might have a more respected position than they thought.
No one dared to speak.
Mr. Xun looked solemn, but he also sighed silently in his heart.
On a normal day, he would still take some time to figure it out.
But now the secrets are unclear and the situation is special, so a quick solution is required.
Even if he is praised hard, he must "praise" the ink painting and become the little senior brother of this Taixu Sect.
This matter is related to the fate of Taixu Sect.
There is no time to delay or doubt!
In important matters related to heaven and earth, if you hesitate for a moment, the cause and effect will be reversed.
Therefore, as long as you get a glimpse of the secret, even if Qiankun is arbitrary and insists on having his own way, you can't hesitate at all!
Mr. Xun looked around at the disciples sitting down.
All the disciples had different expressions. Although they did not speak, they were obviously not "convinced".
It doesn’t matter if you’re not “convinced”, but at least let them “take it orally” first!
Mr.
They were obviously not happy, but under the pressure of Mr. Xun, they had to shout.
Therefore, all the geniuses of Taixu Sect, except for a small number of disciples who were familiar with Mo Hua, most of them were unwilling to lower their voices and shouted to Mo Hua, who was smaller than them:
"Little senior brother."
(End of chapter)