Chapter 146: The Troubles in the Punishment Hall (Please subscribe~~)
Yimao year, Gengchen month, Jiaxu day.
The 29th day of the second lunar month.
No taboos.
Maoshan.
In front of the antique seven-story tower.
Three hundred Taoist priests in yellow, carrying wooden swords on their backs and holding flags and banners, faced each other, divided into two rows, spaced three steps apart, from the door to the mountain pass, like steel sculptures cast on both sides of the aisle. .
Behind the Taoist priests in yellow clothes, Taoist priests in green clothes were waiting silently, holding bells, chimes, drums, flutes, shengs, pipa and other musical instruments.
As soon as one of the Waimao disciples who received the news climbed up to the mountain pass, they were so shocked by the six hundred Taoist priests in front of them that they did not dare to step forward.
"What are you doing standing here? Let's go!" A senior man came here holding a whisk and shouted.
"Uncle Seventh, we have never seen any of these people. They don't seem to be disciples of our Waimao?" a young Taoist priest in the crowd asked in a low voice.
“Yes, and no.” The elder laughed, flicked his fly whisk, and walked towards the aisle first.
A group of little Taoist priests were confused when they heard this.
This shit...what's the difference between saying it and not saying it?
But fortunately there was someone taking the lead, so they no longer panicked. They quickly followed behind each other, past the Taoist priests in yellow and blue clothes who didn't even blink, and arrived at the square in front of the tower.
Two quarters of the hour.
Uncle Jiu brought Simu, Qianhe, Xu Jiping, Qin Yao and more than 200 disciples to the mountain pass. He was startled when he saw the 600 welcoming guests on both sides of the road.
"Senior brother, this is..." After carefully looking at these strange Taoist priests, an astonishing guess suddenly appeared in his mind.
Uncle Jiu nodded incomprehensibly: "They are all paper figures."
All eyes were shocked and praised: "Throwing beans makes an army...the leader is so generous."
< br>
"After all, it is the largest disciplinary department in Maoshan, so we still have to have this card." Qin Yao chuckled.
"Later, in front of the master and all the fellow disciples, please be careful." Uncle Jiu kept walking, but turned around to warn.
He was worried that Qin Yao would choke with Shi Jian in public. Even if he was justified, he would easily be labeled as being disrespectful.
Some things can only be done, not said.
Some things he said were okay, but Qin Yao said it was not okay.
This line is called the rules. Without rules, there is no circle.
"Meet Senior Brother."
"Meet Senior Uncle (Master Uncle)."
......
In a blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu brought people there In front of the execution hall tower, all the fellow disciples gathered here saluted and greeted each other.
As the scale of Qin Yao's business gradually spread in Waimao, Uncle Jiu's status in Waimao began to rise.
Unlike Neimao, who pursues the great road and regards money as dirt, Waimao is more down-to-earth, and Yinzhi has an irreplaceable position in the hearts of Waimao's disciples.
Uncle Jiu kept smiling and nodding. He hadn’t laughed as much in the past six months as he did today, and his face almost turned sour. But there was no way, given his temperament, he couldn't ignore the enthusiastic smiles of others.
Compared with him, Shi Jian was much colder and colder. He strode in with his subordinates with an expressionless face, which frightened most of his fellow disciples present.
The prestige of the elder of the execution hall was fully demonstrated.
"Pretending!" Simu mocked softly.
Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said nothing, but immediately shut up and looked ahead seriously.
Chen hour and three quarters.
The old master, dressed in red robes and holding a snow-white fly whisk in his palm, came with a group of senior elders. The Taoist priests who were whispering to each other in the square were suddenly stunned, and the world suddenly became quiet. .
"Without rules, it is impossible to form a circle, and without five tones, it is difficult to correct the six rhythms."
In the silence, as the old master pointed out the main idea in one sentence, the opening ceremony of Maoshan Punishment Hall officially began.
"Since Patriarch Sanmao opened the Maoshan sect, he has set rules and gradually formed a clan system. All Maoshan disciples must abide by the sect's precepts. If there is any violation, the master will be punished. The crime is not serious, so clean up the sect.
Time flies by like a bird, and things in the world are like a new chess game. Today, in order to maintain the sacred mission of sect rules and precepts, various religious sects have been established The punishment hall has become a general trend. Now, Chen Qingyan, the head of Waimao, has established the Maoshan punishment hall for the development plan of Maoshan and followed the trend of the times. He opened an altar and burned incense to report to heaven and earth and invite the ancestors and martyrs to bear witness. "
Speaking of this, Chen Qingyan glanced at all his fellow disciples, and then looked up at the sun: "The auspicious time has come, the execution hall is open!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three hundred paper-figure Taoist priests holding various musical instruments played the music in unison, solemnly and solemnly, and the vast and deep music resounded through the sky, deafening and enlightening.
The strong wind blowing from nowhere blew up the flags and flags in the hands of the Taoist priests in yellow. The flags and flags rustled, and the surface of the flags rippled like water ripples, as if God had given a response.
The vermilion door of the seven-story tower slowly opened, and everyone looked inside curiously. They saw tables and cases neatly placed in the spacious and bright hall, with a room leading to the stairs in the middle. The aisle divides it into two areas.
"This is the layout from the first floor to the seventh floor. Shi Jian and you are on the left, Lin Jiu and you are on the right. Don't fight over it. Don't make any more jokes because of the seat grabbing. It will affect The execution hall is majestic." The old master looked at Shi Jian and Uncle Jiu and said in a deep voice.
As a competent leader, he has a clear understanding of the undercurrents between the Shi Jian Clan and the Lin Jiu Clan in the past two days. He knows that if he does not intervene in mediation, he will have to divide the administrative areas for them. If so, the two gangs would dare to fight each other after closing the door of the torture hall. No matter who loses or wins, it will be the Waimao clan who will suffer.
Shi Jian frowned, not satisfied with the result.
My eyes turned to look at him, and I sneered in my heart, knowing full well what he was thinking.
“Yes, Master.” Uncle Jiu responded with a calm heart.
If he were in the position of the leader, he would make the same choice for the sake of peace within the sect.
"Shi Jian, do you have any objections?" the old leader asked quietly.
Shi Jian was startled and said hurriedly: "Disciple has no objection."
The old master nodded and said: "Shi Jian, the eighty-seventh generation disciple of Maoshan, has outstanding merits and is loyal. Today he will be sentenced to execution in the execution hall. As an elder, I hope you will work hard, live up to everyone's expectations, and take charge of the Xingtang department."
Shi Jian took a long breath, and his heart gradually filled with great pride and joy.
Although some people continue to add sand to his success, judging from the final result, he is still the winner.
The opportunity seized turned into swords and guns, coupled with the reputation and righteousness of the elders of the execution hall, it was enough to drive away Lin Jiu's Caotai team.
"Yes, disciple Shi Jian. Thank you for your trust and support, Master." According to common sense, Shi Jian should bow and salute at this time to show his kindness. However, the reality is that he just bowed his hand, even if he accepted it. The identity and authority of the elder of the execution hall were revealed.
In the crowd, several senior Taoist priests had unwavering expressions on their faces. If they hadn't seen the leader still smiling, they would have opened their mouths to scold them...
(End of this chapter)