A very old and soft voice came from outside the quiet room: "Muren Great Temple, the elders of the Wusud Temple respectfully ask you to preside over this year's elders' meeting, and there are many important matters, please decide." ”

The temple division is the honorific title of the grassland people for the guardian monks of the Daxue Mountain Temple, just like the Xiliang National Middle School honorifies the Taoist temple host and the master.

Xiao Ziyang had long known from Mu Ren's soul that there would be an elder council in the Great Snow Mountain Temple every year, and the time was calculated, and it was just right, Xiao Ziyang replied: "I know the way, wait at the door!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Ziyang deliberately rubbed the time of half a pillar of incense, and under the shroud of his divine thoughts, the temple elder at the door kept bending down and bowing his head, not half impatient.

The first time he came into contact with the monks in the temple, Xiao Ziyang was a little apprehensive in his heart, but the low-level monk at the door who was in the cultivation stage didn't even dare to look up at him. This made him, who had been pretending for a long time, have a frustration of punching until he was empty.

Xiao Ziyang didn't know the location of the Elders' Council. Just as he was about to explore with his divine thoughts, his heart moved, and he said coldly and majestically: "Lead the way ahead!"

The old monk, who looked old and gray, but had a low brow and a smooth appearance, did not have the slightest doubt. He immediately walked briskly ahead, bending over and moving sideways.

Although he has gray hair and an old appearance, his feet are very dexterous. The awkward walking posture did not cause him the slightest inconvenience.

Under the respectful leadership of this old monk, Xiao Ziyang came to a wide hall on the second floor of the stone building.

As soon as he entered the hall, a large golden chair occupied all of Xiao Ziyang's sight.

This resembles a dragon chair, but the shape is more rugged, and the whole body exudes a dazzling golden light, I don't know whether it is gold-plated or real gold.

It was so eye-catching that Xiao Ziyang ignored the other arrangements in the hall for a while.

It wasn't until the neat voices of more than ten people suddenly sounded in the hall that Xiao Ziyang's eyes were taken away from this golden chair.

"Greetings to Miji-sama!"

On both sides of the hall, there are more than ten cases of several cases, and behind the cases is a futon, and next to each futon stands a low-level monk, these monks have the cultivation of the eighth or ninth level of Qi cultivation, and they all stand with their heads bowed. respectfully greeted Xiao Ziyang's arrival.

In front of the dazzling golden chair there is also a large case, and behind the chair is a huge picture scroll that occupies the entire wall, depicting a sunrise over a snow-capped mountain, and a monk with a flying sword on his feet rising to the sky under the light of the red sun.

Despite the apprehension in his heart, Xiao Ziyang was still neither happy nor slow, and Shi Shiran walked towards the exaggerated golden chair. The monks on both sides also stood silently with their heads bowed.

After Xiao Ziyang sat down, the white-haired monk who led the way, after bending down and saluting Xiao Ziyang, walked towards the vacant seat located in the first place on the right.

Xiao Ziyang knew that unlike the Xiliang Kingdom, which respects the left, the emphasis on the grassland is that the honorable person should be located on the right side. This man was the head of the many monks in this hall, the great elder of this temple.

This person is not only the highest cultivator among these monks, but also the oldest, and it is reasonable to be a great elder. But his overly respectful attitude made Xiao Ziyang a little surprised by his identity.

After the old monk sat down, the elders began to report to Xiao Ziyang on the affairs of the temple in the previous year. There are many kinds and volumes of these transactions. From sacrificing and praying for blessings, to destroying low-level demon beasts that cause harm, from the war with rival tribes, to the friction within the tribe and between the tribes, Xiao Ziyang, who only listens, is drowsy.

This debriefing continued until sunset in the afternoon, and the elders were still unsatisfied. When Xiao Ziyang's forehead was sweating when he listened, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

These elders begin with short words and a somewhat businesslike response. But seeing that he seemed to be very interested in their report, they became more and more excited, and later they were even more detailed, and often asked Xiao Ziyang for his opinions and evaluations on their handling methods.

What Xiao Ziyang didn't know was that when Mu Ren attended the elders' meeting in the past, he always looked at his nose and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, and he didn't say a word. After hearing two things, he will wave his hand to end the meeting. This is actually the attitude of most Guardian Friars towards this kind of meeting.

But there are exceptions to everything. Some guardian monks, who know that it is difficult to make progress in their cultivation, tend to turn their energies to secular power, and they will be very concerned about the mundane affairs of the temple.

It stands to reason that temple elders should prefer temples who don't care about worldly matters, but the opposite is true, because having a temple priest who cares about mundane matters often means the development of the clan.

The prairie is an unusually wide desert, with two million miles from east to west and more than 200,000 miles from north to south. There are more than a dozen ethnic groups, tens of thousands of tribes, hundreds of thousands of tribes, and tens of billions of people living on it.

These tens of thousands of tribes, countless tribes, every year there are constant wars. The Great Snow Mountain Party turns a blind eye to the inter-clan wars and will not participate in them.

However, the Great Snow Mountain Party is very concerned about the outcome of this tribal war, and at the negotiation table after the war, there will definitely be the figure of the temple monks of the two tribes.

The purpose of the Great Snow Mountain Sect is only one, and that is to control the expansion of the clan, and not allow the emergence of too powerful clans.

There is a scope for this kind of control, and within this range, how to control it, and how strict the control is, must be mastered by the guardian monks. And those who are keen on mundane things are always willing to fight for more benefits for their clan.

These elders in the temple are different from the guardian monks sent by the Great Snow Mountain, they are all local monks cultivated by the temple, although they all have the identity of the registered disciples of the Great Snow Mountain, their sense of identity with their own tribe is far greater than that of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

Therefore, these monks naturally hope that the guardian monks of the temple will be more active and can win more opportunities for their clan to develop and grow.

Moreover, the activity of the guardian monks will also increase the voice of these elders in the clan.

Today, Xiao Ziyang, who was unaware of the situation, took it for granted that he expressed a moderate interest in the elders' speeches, and made comments that he thought were appropriate. Unexpectedly, these self-righteous behaviors sent the wrong message to the elders.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Xiao Ziyang finally felt that something was wrong. Although puzzled, he decisively interrupted the elders' speeches and declared the meeting over.

When leaving, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but feel a little creepy as he looked at the excited and expectant eyes of the elders. I was secretly determined to get things straight. At the same time, I regret in my heart, I shouldn't just want to be happy for a while, and destroy Muren's soul.