Liu Zheng followed the prestige, and an old man strode into the room.

The old man glanced at Liu Zhengjing and looked at Zheng Da condescendingly, "The son of a traitor can also join the alliance, what are the rules?" What is Hongmeng's belief? ”

Liu Zhengzheng looked at the babbling old man and did not speak.

Zheng Da pondered for a moment, "Elder Zhu, Hong Meng has never had any rules that limit this situation, right?" ”

"Even if you don't, then you have to take care of the feelings of our Hongmeng's children, really when Hongmeng is a place where you come and go?"

Liu Zhengjing was silent and smiling, as if watching the excitement.

He knew that his identity was relatively special, and he might encounter various situations, but he didn't really care about it, not for anything else, just because his father was Liu Sangeng, because his master was Zong Yong, and because Zheng Da also wanted him to join the alliance.

Well, other people's opinions are no longer needed.

Zheng Da frowned, for Zheng Da, his own concept is one thing, but Liu Zhengjing is his son and nephew, which cannot be changed.

Liu San is his third brother, and he can even be regarded as growing up, even if Liu Sangen disagreed with him later, it did not affect his personal relationship with Liu Sangen.

That's a brother who is closer than many brothers.

Therefore, Liu Zhengjing's nephew "recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors" is a natural and reasonable thing.

"Elder Zhu, the auditorium ...... Act according to etiquette, since etiquette is not prohibited, there is no reason to stop it, unless the auditorium makes new rules. ”

Zheng Da said calmly.

Elder Zhu looked at Zheng Da, his eyes seemed to have countless words to say, but Zheng Da didn't seem to see his eyes.

"Okay, you wait, this rule should have been set a long time ago, you wait, I'll come later."

After Elder Zhu finished speaking, he left the room in a hurry.

Liu Zhengjing thought to himself that it was no wonder that Lou Qian hated this Hall Master Zhu so much, just be conservative, too conservative and too careful, Liu Zhengjing didn't like the auditorium now.

The auditorium is really the most rubbish and troublesome one.

When Hall Master Zhu left, Zheng Da had a kind expression on his face again, "Let's go, Uncle will take you into the alliance." ”

He is talking about uncle, which means that in the eyes of Zheng Da at this moment, Liu Zhengjing is just a junior, no matter what happens later, Liu Zhengjing should join the alliance at this moment.

Liu Zhengjing followed Zheng Da to the courtyard between the front hall and the back hall, looking at the huge stone tablet, Liu Zhengjing noticed the stone tablet when he came for the first time, but he didn't see the words behind the stone tablet.

"The Hongmeng initiation ceremony is actually not complicated, for most children raised from childhood, joining the alliance is just a formality, and one person can lead the alliance."

"With the uncle here, no one can say anything about letting you join the alliance."

Liu Zhengjing looked at this kind and kind elder, and his feelings were a little complicated for a while.

When I met Zheng Da for the first time, Zheng Da told him about Xiao Qiao's marriage, and talked about his relationship with Liu Sangen, and later explained that he should not have too much intersection with the Killer Alliance when they separated.

Now it seems that Zheng Da is afraid that he will have too much intersection with Xue Er and stand on the opposite side of him.

But at this moment, Zheng Da must know what it means for Liu Zhengjing to come to Pingyang Town again, but he still insists on letting Liu Zhengjing join the alliance.

It proves that there is not much error between this person and Liu Zhengjing's judgment, too heavy on rules and too reasonable.

"If I say a word, you read it to me." Zheng Da said.

Liu Zhengjing looked at the ancient seal on the stone tablet and nodded. "The heavens are clear, and the flood is surging.

The vastness is endless, and the earth is overturned.

The four seas meet, and Jiuze has a time.

Corresponding with one voice, hundreds of divisions.

The rule is unkind, and the whole people rebel.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat.

To be born as a human being is indisputable.

Nirvana in the blood, rebirth in the fire.

Destroy evil for good, and not fall into darkness.

Joys and sorrows, the stars are brilliant.

Have mercy on my world, and there are many sorrows,

Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows.

There is no joy in life, and there is no pain in death.

If it is for all sentient beings, its name will be immortal. ”

Liu Zhengjing followed Zheng Da to read a sentence, and was slowly infected by Zheng Da, all kinds of people's sufferings came to mind, and the sacrifices of Hongmeng's ancestors for their beliefs were not until this moment that he truly understood the meaning of Hongmeng.

Why has the Hongmeng never succeeded for so many years?

Maybe it's not because they don't have masters, and it's not because they're bad.

The real reason is that they have never had any ambitions, to put it bluntly, they are just a group of people who rebel for the ideals in their hearts. This group of people only thought about overthrowing, but not how to rebuild.

There are many examples in previous lives, the simplest being the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

They are also a group of people who dare to resist, they know that the world is not good, they yearn for the arrival of a new world, but in the end they still end in failure, the real reason is that they have no real program.

There is only overthrow and resistance, but there is no goal. Throughout the ages, how many peasant uprisings have only pushed an emperor off the dragon chair, and then sat on it himself, and then waited until his descendants appeared faint, and then he was pushed down...... Cycle.

The oath on this stele has become the belief of Hongmeng for thousands of years, but unfortunately it only records why Hongmeng is, but does not tell them where the road is.

So for thousands of years, the Hongmeng has never really overthrown the Nine Gates, and they are a group of idealists who have not found their true goal.

By the time Liu Zhengjing finished reading with Zheng Da word by word, Elder Zhu had already rushed to the ancestral hall with a group of old men.

Zheng laughed, "Liu Zhengjing is already a child of Hong Meng. ”

Elder Zhu's face was extremely ugly, and he pointed at Zheng Da, "Do you know that your move may plunge the Hongmeng into a place of no return?" ”

Zheng Da's face also became serious, "He is just a child, he is a person from Hongmeng, if we exclude him because of our position, then our so-called position for the common people in the world may not be tenable." ”

"Sometimes procedural justice is more important than outcome justice."

Elder Zhu pointed at Zheng Da, his fingers trembled, and after a while, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. The old men behind him didn't know why, they just glanced at Liu Zhengjing, and then turned around and left.

Liu Zhengjing bowed deeply to Zheng Da, "Uncle, in fact, there is no absolute right or wrong in this world many times, and sometimes if you try to jump out, you may have a different opinion."

After Liu Zhengjing finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving a thoughtful Zheng Da.

The next day, the genius was bright, and the open space in front of the ancestral hall was already full of people.

There is a small bell on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall, Zheng Dalian rang eighty-one rings, the melodious bell echoes in the town, and when the last sound dissipates between the distant mountains, the sky is already bright.

Under the high platform, people are already standing densely.

There was not a single person on the high platform.

Zheng Dalang said: "The children of the Hongmeng, all over Daqin, thousands of brothers, only one heart, brothers help each other, never rebel, the new era 10017 Hongmeng conference officially began." ”

Then a disciple of the auditorium shouted loudly: "Strategize, take charge of the world, please the main hall-"

Only two chairs are located in the middle of the high hall, one on the side, and the rest of the chairs are on either side. Zheng Da sat on the chair in the auxiliary position. This seat is also arranged according to the status of Hongmeng sitting in the hall.

"Black and white sticks, protect my orthodoxy, please protect the Dharma left and right~"

Old Nong Zongfan stood behind the main chair in a flash, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to be extremely impatient with this kind of occasion.

"Righteous teacher, raise my heavenly might, please soldier~"

As soon as the words fell, on the high platform, Lou Qian pushed a wheelchair to the first seat from the left.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair had a haggard face, slightly narrowed eyes, and was expressionless the whole time. It looks unfathomable. Lou Qian stood behind the master of the military hall.

"The wealth is rolling, Ze is all sentient beings, please Caitang~"

A fat man with a slightly haired Mediterranean hairstyle walked up to the high platform step by step, followed by a middle-aged man with glasses, who was the accountant of Caitang. The two of them bowed their hands and sat opposite the master of the military hall with a smile on their faces. This fat man looked very ordinary, typical of a philistine businessman, but no one dared to underestimate this fat man.

Hongmeng Caitang is in charge of Hongmeng's greatest wealth, and for thousands of years, this huge organization has developed an unknown business empire, hidden in Daqin, and there are countless money laundering channels, providing funds to Hongmeng in a steady stream.

Except for a few parishes, the vast majority of parishes have to rely on financial services for money. It's not that Caitang controls the economic lifeline of Hongmeng, after all, there are spy groups, the main hall, and the military hall staring, and to some extent, Caitang is just a financial department.

With the peace of the Hongmeng for hundreds of years, the control of the main hall over the various doors has weakened, and the actual rights of each gate have become much larger, and no one knows how much money the current financial hall has except for this hall master.

"The torture stick is hanging high, the dirt is clear, please torture hall~"

The scene was quiet, and many people turned their attention to the old farmer Zongfan, according to the previous rules, Zhang Dahai should appear at this moment and take a seat on behalf of the torture hall, but everyone knows that this year's Hongmeng is likely to have exceptions.

The crowd spread out to both sides, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were cast on the young man who was slowly walking towards the high platform.

Liu Zhengjing did not squint, held the black stick in his hand, slowly walked to the high platform, and after ascending the high platform, he bowed his hands around, and then sat down in the master of the military hall.

The old man in a wheelchair had a warm expression on his face and nodded to Liu Zhengjing.

For a while, there was an uproar, Liu Zhengjing heard a lot of voices, some people didn't know the situation, asked who this was, someone knew the situation, and said that what qualifications did he have to represent the torture hall?

Liu Zhengjing's face was expressionless, and he took out a "Supervision Envoy" waist card from his body and hung it on the black stick, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The audience was silent.

"The baguette is hanging high, the source is clear, please Fatang~" As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly fried the pot, the master of the Caitang Hall on the stage was expressionless, and the eyes of the master of the Bingtang Hall opened slightly, as if there was an accident.

Liu Zhengjing didn't know the situation, and pricked up his ears to listen to the noise under the stage.

"What's the situation, how can there be anyone in the Dharma Hall?"

"The hall has been rebuilt?"

"This Hongmeng conference is not simple."

……

At this time, a figure floated in the sky, and walked straight to the seat of the master of the Caitang Hall.

Liu Zhengjing's pupils shrank when he saw the person coming, he knew this person, to be precise, there was a big hatred, and his family almost died in his hands.

Spiritual Grand Magician, Holy Magician Hua Baiman Outcast, Wu Shu!

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