Chapter 146 The turmoil in the execution hall (please subscribe~~) Yimao year, Gengchen month, Jiaxu day. The twenty-ninth day of the second lunar month. There are 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, a Taoist priest in green was waiting silently, holding bells, chimes, drums, flutes, shengs, pipa and other musical instruments. One of the Waimao disciples who received the news had just climbed to the mountain pass when they were so shocked by the 600 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 fly 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 young Taoist priests were confused when they heard this. What's the difference between saying this **** 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. Chen hour and two quarters. 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..." He looked carefully at these strange Taoist priests, and an astonishing guess suddenly appeared in his mind. Uncle Jiu nodded imperceptibly: "They are all paper figures." The four eyes were amazed and praised: "Sowing beans can lead to an army... The master is so generous." “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 quarrel with Shi Jian in public. Even if he was justified, he would easily be labeled as disrespectful. There are some things that can only be done but not said. There are some things that he says are okay, but Qin Yao says they are not. This line is called a rule. Without rules, there would be no square or circle. “Meet senior brother.” “Meet Master Shishu (Master’s Uncle).” …
In a blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu led people to the tower of the execution hall. All the fellow disciples gathered here saluted and greeted him. Father is more valuable than son. As the scale of Qin Yao's business gradually spread in Waimao, Uncle Jiu's status in Waimao began to rise. Different from Neimao, who pursues the high 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 is no way, given his temperament, he cannot 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 made most of his fellow disciples present feel intimidated. Having fully demonstrated the prestige of the elders of the execution hall. “Pretentious!” Simu mocked softly. Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said nothing, but immediately closed his eyes and looked ahead seriously. Chen hour and three quarters. The old master, dressed in red robes and holding a snow-white 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 shocked, and the world became quiet for an instant. “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. “Ever since Patriarch Sanmao founded 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 and the sect must be cleaned up. Time flies by like a bird, and the world is like a new chess game. Today, in order to maintain the sacred mission of sect rules and precepts, it has become a general trend for various sects to establish execution halls. Today, Chen Qingyan, the head of Waimao, is planning for the development of Maoshan , conforming to the trend of the times, established the Maoshan execution hall, opened an altar and burned incense, reported to heaven and earth, and invited the ancestors and martyrs to bear witness. " Speaking of this, Chen Qingyan glanced at all his fellow disciples, then raised his head and looked 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. The aisle leading to the stairs in the middle divided it into two. block area. "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 for it. Don't make any more jokes because of the seat grabbing and affect the majesty of the execution hall." The leader 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 to mediate and divide the administrative areas for them, these two groups will If you dare to fight if you close the door of the execution hall, no matter who loses or wins, it will be the Waimao clan who will suffer. Shi Jian frowned, not satisfied with the result. She turned her head and glanced at him, sneering in her heart, knowing full well what he was thinking. "Yes, Master." Uncle Jiu responded calmly and raised his hands. If he were in the position of the leader, he would make the same choice for the sake of peace within the gate. “Shi Jian, do you have any opinion?” the old head 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, I will be conferred the position of elder of the execution hall. I hope you will work hard, live up to everyone's expectations, and take charge of the punishment hall department." Shi Jian took a long breath, and his heart gradually surged with overwhelming pride and joy.
Although people continue to add sand to his success, judging from the final result, he is still the winner. The opportunity seized was 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 looked at the leader who was still smiling, they would have opened their mouths to scold them... (End of this chapter)