Sha Chen's first suggestion was to set up an elder position and issue monthly salaries, so that everyone was satisfied with him.

Even the Qianhe Daoist who met for the first time greeted him with a smile, and said with a gentle smile: "Ah Chen is a monk and is so proficient in secular affairs, I think, you should not cultivate the Tao, you should be the president." ”

"Haha, you can have it." The four-eyed Taoist echoed the Tao.

Shachen shook his head, he knew how many catties and taels he had, what he said was only the experience gained from the later generations, whether it was suitable or not, it would take time to test.

"Ah Chen, you say, what other suggestions?" Mao Xiaofang looked at Shachen and asked, this head of Maoshan was pushed up by Shachen, and he didn't have any idea about how the sect would develop in the future.

"The first suggestion is that the Maoshan faction holds a treasure exchange conference every year and invites people in the spiritual world to participate, on the one hand, it can expand the influence of the Maoshan faction, and on the other hand, it can exchange ideas."

This idea was inspired by Uncle Nine and Ma Madi, who exchanged treasures with the two of them once and obtained the refining materials of Condensing Incense.

"Ah Chen, your suggestion is very good, Senior Brother Mao, you can adopt it, I don't think there is a need to set another time, just the tenth day of October every year." Uncle Nine said with a smile.

"Yes." The four-eyed Taoist also agreed with a smile.

Seeing Mao Xiaofang's doubts, Shachen hurriedly explained the rules of exchanging treasures, Mao Xiaofang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized the importance of the treasure exchanging conference to the Maoshan faction.

"Just do what Senior Brother Lin says."

"The second suggestion is similar to the treasure exchange conference, mainly for the disciples of the sect, that is, to hold a small competition of disciples every year, compete in fists and feet, rank and rank them, and the top few can get sect rewards, which can be magic weapons, high-quality spirit runes, bonuses and the like, so as to encourage sect disciples to cultivate."

"Good idea."

"That's a good suggestion."

"Once a year, a small competition, not only can you test the cultivation results of the disciples in the past year, but also select talented people from them to focus on training, Ah Chen, what you said is what I did in the martial arts hall." Eighth Brother Wang spoke, his eyes full of surprise and appreciation.

What he was doing, instead of drawing inferences from one another, let alone applying it to the construction of the sect, was proposed by a nephew who was a few years younger than his son, which made him feel a little emotional.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!

"Anything else?" Mao Xiaofang asked.

Shachen hurriedly waved his hand, these words were said, and the inventory in his stomach had been emptied, so how could he have any other suggestions.

"Well, it's almost noon, let's eat first, and then we'll talk about anything else after eating." Mao Xiaofang looked at the sun outside the hall and said to everyone.

"Okay."

Lunch was still eaten in Hexing Building, maybe it was a merger, there was no difference between the Heavenly Dao faction and the Shengong faction, and the relationship between them was more intimate.

Personally contributed to all this, Shachen was full of a sense of accomplishment, and in the future, when Gantian Town was in trouble, they were no longer alone, they had the support of their peers.

According to the development he planned, in a few decades, the Maoshan Sect would definitely develop into a behemoth in the spiritual world.

However, the atmosphere of harmony became oppressive with a message.

"Ancestral Court will come in five days."

The six big characters of the shadow appeared in the void, and the smiles on everyone's faces instantly froze, and the mood was a little gloomy.

"Sure enough!" Eighth Brother Wang sighed lightly, his face worried.

"I expected it a long time ago." Shachen was not surprised at all, "I hold the complete inheritance of Maoshan in my hand, and if the ancestral court wants to continue to develop, it will definitely find me to return the exercises, but I don't know if they are coming for me or sending them." ”

"It's not good!" Uncle Jiu said with a solemn face: "The strength of the ancestral court is unfathomable, Ah Chen, you have to pay attention to it, they may not just want to return to the exercises this time." ”

"Is there an out-of-body powerhouse in the ancestral court?" Shachen asked with concern.

Uncle Nine shook his head and said, "I haven't heard that there are out-of-body powerhouses, they have three magic weapons in their hands, and one of them was snatched away by Shi Jian." ”

"There are no out-of-body powerhouses, they are not my opponents, but even Shi Jian did not merge with the ancestral court, which means that there are strong people in the ancestral court, so you still have to be careful." Shachen said confidently, but his eyes were very solemn.

Mao Xiaofang said: "The soldiers came to block the water and cover the earth, friends came to treat them with wine and food, and the wicked people came to fight out with Taoism." ”

"Senior Brother Mao is right."

"So many of us are still afraid that they won't make it."

"Eat."

Everyone didn't care, but Zuting's message still affected everyone's mood, and the atmosphere was not as warm as just now.

"No one can destroy the current good situation, if you want to swallow the Maoshan faction, it depends on whether you have such a big appetite."

Shachen sneered.

……

Five days later, the people of the ancestral court came as promised, led by a silver-haired old woman with a cane, and a horse-faced Taoist, followed by Daoist Fang Yun and three Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes.

No one came to greet them, and they broke into Fuxi Hall directly.

Looking at Mao Xiaofang, the silver-haired old woman asked lightly, "You are Mao Xiaofang of the Heavenly Dao Sect?" ”

Mao Xiaofang nodded, "Is there something wrong with the seniors looking for me?" Sit down and talk. ”

"In the middle of the ninth stage of qi training, it's barely okay, I've seen your master Lei Zhenzi, in terms of seniority, you have to call me uncle." The silver-haired old woman looked directly at Mao Xiaofang and said.

Mao Xiaofang, Yu Dachu, and Ma Xiaohai suddenly realized that they were originally from the ancestral court, no wonder they broke in so violently.

"Two seniors, fellow Daoists, please take a seat, Xiaohai, Ah Chu, serve tea."

The silver-haired old woman has a good cultivation, she is a lot older, people say that she is uncle, and Mao Xiaofang calls her uncle, which is too stupid.

Ma Xiaohai went to make tea, Yu Dachu was very clever, went around the yard, and went straight to Shafu.

……

At this time, Shachen was teaching Madonna to practice swordsmanship at home, and her swordsmanship had already been introduced, and she was able to use the twelve sword styles freely.

Seeing that Ma Danna finished practicing, Shachen smiled and said, "Danna, your combined sword style is more spiritual than Luo Sang." ”

"I don't think it's good enough, I still want to practice the Twelve Sword Styles more." Madonna said.

"Silly girl."

Shachen waved his hand, and the nine lower-grade magic swords were inserted into the ground together, "These nine magic swords will be given to you in the future." ”

"Brother Shachen, give me the nine swords, you ......"

"I have a better one, you have been in Shafu for so long, I haven't given you a decent gift, if it weren't for Danfeng to talk about it, I wouldn't know that today is your birthday, how about it, do you like this birthday gift?"

Ma Danna looked surprised, her eyes flashed, and she nodded heavily, "I like it very much, thank you, Brother Shachen, you are so good to me." ”

"If you like it, just practice hard."

"I will......"

"Lao Sha!"

"Lao Sha, it's not good, the people from the ancestral court have come to the door." At this time, Yu Dachu ran in in a hurry and shouted loudly.

Someone from the ancestral court?

"Where are they?"

"Fuxido ......"

(End of chapter)