After Zhou Chong returned to the dojo, he wrote a letter and sent someone to send it to the Taoist temple of Yuntai Mountain.

The abbot of the Taoist temple received the letter, sighed, and rubbed his eyebrows.

Wu Mengchuan on the side asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The abbot pushed the letter over, Wu Mengchuan picked it up, and after scanning it, he also frowned: "What does this have to do with us?

The abbot said: "Grandmaster Zhou's meaning is that we want to take care of it. ”

Wu Mengchuan asked, "Why?"

"Although the dojo is on our mountain, if the disciples in my view want to enter the cultivation, they have never enjoyed the privileges, and now that there is pressure, they want us to share it, so I ask, why?"

The abbot said: "Don't think about privileges, since you want to be fair, then naturally no one will be given privileges." ”

Wu Mengchuan said: "Since you want to be fair, then be fair to the end, I agree with Chairman Chen's proposal, the military department is already on the front line, not to mention five times more places, that is, ten times, fifty times, I don't have any opinions." ”

The abbot shook his head: "The question now is not whether the military department is qualified to take this place, but... They can't compromise on this matter. ”

"What does it mean to compromise with a young man who has just become president, you know?"

"There are some things, once you start and want to change them later, it's hard to get to the top. ”

Wu Mengchuan said: "Senior brother, we are Taoist priests, not bureaucrats. Cultivators, when did they also have this kind of bad tendency?"

The abbot smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, people are in the world, and they can't help themselves. Do you really think that you and I can transcend the world?"

"Zhang Furong, Lin Xiantian ......"

He said a few names and said, "Aren't they all arranged by the Yuntai Mountain Dojo, and what is the purpose of the arrangement? ”

Wu Mengchuan's fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and finally asked, "Senior brother, what do you think?"

The abbot said: "Let's wait and see, President Chen has not relied on luck to get to where he is today, and if he doesn't have some means, he won't dare to do it." If anyone thinks he is acting on impulse, they are very wrong. Do nothing at first, just wait and see. ”

"Senior brother. Wu Mengchuan said: "I have an idea. ”

"You say. ”

"Contact President Chen. ”

"Huh?"

"I don't want to wait until a hundred years from now, when the Yuntai Mountain Taoist Temple becomes the plaything of the powerful. When Sun Yulin was alive, there were still people who could suppress the dojo, and after his death, the dojo could be described as a group of demons dancing wildly, and if you look at people like Zhou Chong, there will only be more and more. ”

"President Chen......" The abbot hesitated, "You and I don't know him either. ”

Wu Mengchuan said: "Is it useful to know Zhou Chong and them? At least, as far as I know, President Chan has not done anything to harm others and benefit himself, and that's enough. ”

"Abbot, now standing on President Chen's side, is sending charcoal in the snow. Is it still necessary to wait until the icing on the cake?"

The abbot thought for a long time, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Senior Brother Abbot, Senior Brother Abbot!"

Squeak~

"Qingxin?"

Wu Mengchuan opened the door, looked at Zhao Qingxin outside the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingxin's face couldn't be dissolved: "Something happened, I can't solve it." ”

"You say. ”

"My disciple. ”

"Zhang Furong?"

"Hmm. ”

"What's wrong with him?"

He ...... Alas. Zhao Qingxin sighed and spoke intermittently.

It turned out that it was this Zhang Furong who caught Peng Jiangjiang in Shunshanguan and magnified his guilt countless times.

When he came back, he asked him to go to the Taoist Association to ask for credit for himself.

Although Zhao Qingxin is his master, he has never been respected by him.

For his request, Zhao Qingxin agreed, planning to understand the specific situation first.

But just now, Peng Jiangjiang came to the door.

He asked Zhang Furong to apologize to his master.

The two were arguing outside the door, and when Zhao Qingxin arrived, Peng Jiangjiang had already been trampled under Zhao Qingxin's feet, and he was insulted by an evil cultivator.

If Zhao Qingxin hadn't stopped it in time, he was afraid that he would have to draw his sword and kill him.

"What about Peng Jiangjiang?" Wu Mengchuan asked.

Zhao Qingxin said: "I asked the disciple to invite him to the hall to rest." ”

Wu Mengchuan asked: "What is the truth about this matter?"

Zhao Qingxin was a little speechless all of a sudden.

It's like something stuck in the throat.

Several of them are brothers who have been brothers for decades, and when he looks at them, the two of them know what he is going to say.

Seeing his expression, the abbot sighed: "Zhang Furong, did you do something wrong?"

"Hmm. Zhao Qingxin nodded: "Peng Jiangjiang is at fault, but it is not so serious, Zhang Furong magnified his crime in order to invite credit." ”

"You go and appease Peng Jiangjiang first. ”

Let Zhao Qingxin leave first, and the abbot said, "Contact President Chen." ”

"Senior Brother......

"Tell him what happened here, and ask him to administer justice for Peng Jiangjiang. ”

The abbot said: "I have to see if this President Chen really wants to do good things for the Daomen, or just to consolidate his position as the president. ”

To uphold justice for Peng Jiangjiang means to be an enemy of the Yuntai Mountain Dojo.

After all, Zhang Furong's grandfather is a real person who protects the Dharma in Yuntai Mountain Dojo.

If Chen Yang can't even do this thing, then there is no need to expect other things.

"That's how I got in touch with him. Wu Mengchuan took out his mobile phone and began to ask for Chen Yang's contact information.

Meanwhile.

in the hall.

Peng Jiangjiang was embarrassed, sitting on a chair with a blue nose and swollen face, his eyes full of anger.

He was not angry at the injustice he had suffered, but at Zhang Furong's shamelessness.

He is willing to pay the price for what he has done.

Even if he was removed from the Daomen, he accepted it.

But he couldn't accept it, Zhang Furong belittled the entire Shunshan Temple for the sake of merit, and pulled the master into the water.

He wasn't too demanding at all.

He only hopes that Zhang Furong can set the record straight.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't embarrass us, Uncle Qingxin specially instructed you not to let you in. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't, don't...... Senior Brother Zhang!"

Anxious voices rang out outside.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Zhang Furong stood outside the door, looking at Peng Jiangjiang with a sneer.

The latter looked at him without showing any weakness.

"Little bastard, this is the Taoist Temple of Yuntai Mountain, it is the right place of Taoism, you are an evil cultivator, and you dare to come in?"

"Huh!"

He drew his saber and walked over directly: "Get out of here, otherwise I will kill you, and you will die in vain!"

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Several disciples rushed in and hurriedly stopped him.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Furong shook them off and was about to step forward when a man walked in from behind and shouted softly, "Zhang Furong, what are you doing?"

Zhang Furong turned his head, looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, and said, "Lin Xiantian, what are you doing in a daze? The evil cultivator is here, and he can't come and drive him out!"

Lin Xiantian frowned and said, "Uncle Shi arranged for him to come in, what are you making trouble here?"

Zhang Furong snorted: "I am orthodox in Taoism, this evil cultivator has broken into my Taoist temple, and I can't drive it away?"

"Nonsense!"

At this time, Zhao Qingxin walked in, and when he saw this scene, his breathing was uneven.

"Don't put the sword away for me yet!"

Zhang Furong was unmoved: "Master, this is an evil cultivator. ”

"Put the sword away!" Zhao Qing said angrily: "What I said, it doesn't work?"

Lin Xiantian watched coldly.

Zhang Furong thought for a few seconds, then smiled and put away his sword: "You are my master, of course I will listen to you." You just want me to apologize to this evil cultivator, and I will listen to you. ”

The corners of Zhao Qingxin's eyes tugged.

Zhang Furong has not had any respect for him since the day he started.

Relying on the grandfather who is a real protector of the Dharma who practices in the Yuntai Mountain Dojo, Zhang Furong has always walked sideways in the Yuntai Mountain Taoist Temple.

Of course, it's not that he really doesn't know the rules.

At least, he doesn't make things too ugly.

He never did anything that violated the rules.

Even if Zhao Qingxin occasionally wanted to find an excuse to teach him a lesson, he couldn't find it.

He couldn't help but look at Lin Xiantian.

There is also a grandfather in the dojo, but Lin Xiantian is countless times better than Zhang Furong.

In the face of the teacher, he is polite and good-looking, and in the face of the senior brother, he will never bully others.

"Peng Xiaoyou, you're frightened. Zhao Qing said apologetically.

Peng Jiangjiang stood up and saluted Zhao Qingxin as a junior: "The Taoist is superior, and the juniors are here today to seek justice." ”

"I made a mistake, and someone dealt with me. But this matter has nothing to do with my master, I just ask Zhang Daoyou to clarify the facts, and not let my master be dragged down because of me. ”

"What fact?" Zhang Furong sneered: "You are an evil cultivator, and your master knows that you still want to cover up, this is the truth!"

"You want me to lie and testify for you, you're dreaming!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Qingxin pointed to the door: "Get out!"

Zhang Furong sneered, holding his sword, unmoved.

Zhao Qingxin was just about to speak, Peng Jiangjiang said: "Zhang Daoyou, my reputation is nothing, but between your words and deeds, you have ruined a Taoist temple, and you are a Taoist priest who has practiced for decades, just for a merit, do you really have no sense of guilt?"

"You evil cultivator talk to me about reputation, what are you?"

"Clarify, don't even think about it!"

"Give Master a face today, let me see you next time, and I'll beat you once I see you!"

Zhang Furong said coldly.

Peng Jiangjiang was angry in his heart, and looked at Zhao Qingxin for help.

The latter said: "Furong, what is the truth?"

Zhang Furong said: "He is an evil cultivator, that is, the truth! If you want me to clarify, there is no door, he Peng Jiangjiang must be removed, and I will also tell everyone what he has done in Shunshan Temple!"

Zhao Qingxin's face was expressionless.

He couldn't suppress Zhang Furong, and what he said didn't work at all.

"Peng Xiaoyou......"

"It's a long time to talk about it late at night. ”

Peng Jiangjiang suddenly bowed his head, and after finishing speaking, he left directly.

When he passed by Zhang Furong, he said: "Zhang Daoyou, it really can't be fake, it can't be fake, you will pay the price for your words and deeds." ”

"Poof!"

A cold light flickered, and the long sword in Zhang Furong's hand had already pierced Peng Jiangjiang's shoulder.

Blood was gushing.

He looked at Peng Jiangjiang coldly: "As an evil cultivator, you dare to threaten me in my Taoist temple? I will kill you right now, and let your evil cultivator master send the white-haired person to the black-haired person!"

With that, he drew his sword and cut off his head.

"Bastard thing!"

Zhao Qingxin scolded angrily, stepped forward, his palm was like a fan, and with a "snap", he was whipped away and knocked down a coffee table.

The sudden change made the disciples stunned.

In the eyes of his disciples, Zhao Qingxin has always had a gentle personality and rarely gets angry.

It's anger, it's mostly verbal education, like today, it's the first time they've seen it.

Zhang Furong was stunned, he couldn't feel the pain on his face, and his brain was confused.

It took a while to react, and said angrily: "Zhao Qingxin, you dare to beat me?"

Zhao Qing ignored him psychologically and looked at Peng Jiangjiang: "Peng Xiaoyou, I'm sorry, I can't discipline me, I will definitely give you an explanation for today's matter." ”

"Zhao Qingxin, are you beating me for an evil cultivator?

He got up from the ground, and his heart exploded.

He pointed at Peng Jiangjiang: "You evil cultivator, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely kill you! And your evil cultivator master, I will make him ruined!"

After saying that, he burst out of the hall in a rage.

Zhao Qing's breath was not smooth, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Peng Jiangjiang bowed to Zhao Qingxin, and then left.

He left the Yuntai Mountain Taoist Temple, and the injury on his shoulder was not treated.

He did not go down the mountain, but continued towards the top.

His face was calm, calmer than ever.

Zhang Furong's grandfather served as a Dharma protector in the Yuntai Mountain Dojo.

His family has a big business, and he can't compare with it.

If he insists on refusing to clarify for himself, Shunshanguan's reputation will really be ruined by him.

He saw no hope.

His life was blocked, and the master, who had devoted his whole life to the Daomen, was approaching his old age, but he still had to lose his life because of himself.

He is just a small person, and at this moment there is only darkness in front of him, and there is no light.

Where the sun doesn't shine, that's where he is.

He walked for an hour and finally reached the top of the mountain.

He saw the Yuntai Mountain Dojo in the moonlight.

What a magnificent dojo.

Master dreamed of coming here to practice.

Master said that those who can enter here to practice are all geniuses who are one in a million.

Both in character and practice, they are very human beings who can compare.

He didn't believe it.

He felt that Master had not been in contact with anyone here, and all the visions were beautiful.

He took off his bloodstained robes, walked to a big tree dozens of meters away from the dojo, hung the robes on the trunk, and stood with his fingers on the blood, leaving one clear word after another on the robes.

......

Wu Mengchuan finally asked for Chen Yang's number.

He dialed the phone and waited for the other person to answer.

But at this moment, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

"Abbot, something happened, something happened!"

A disciple ran over in a panic and shouted in a panic from afar.

The two looked out, Wu Mengchuan's phone had not been connected, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, who's that?"

At this time, the phone was connected, and Chen Yang's voice rang from the phone.

At the same time, the disciple panicked and shouted, "Peng Jiangjiang is dead, he is dead!"

"What!"

The abbot and Wu Mengchuan's palms trembled.

The other end of the phone.

Chen Yang, who had just connected the phone, was also stunned when he heard this.