Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 121 Lead by Example
After a while, the head of the Zhu family came to the door of the flower hall in the front yard.

Yicheng hastily put down the teacup in his hand, stood up from his seat, saluted and said, "I wish Yuandong a visit to the patriarch."

The head of the family Zhu walked in and sat on the main seat in the hall. He didn't bother to have a false conversation like before, but said very directly: "Where is the old man's jade plaque?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuandong took out the jade tablet from his pocket and held it up with both hands.

"Tell me about the situation at that time." The head of the Zhu family took the jade plaque, looked at both the front and back, and then nodded.

"Patriarch Hui, today at five o'clock in Shenshi, the old lady and a middle-aged man rode by the Pingye Mountain Station and handed this jade tablet to me. The clan recommended the villain Xiaolian to be the head of either party, but secretly sent the villain to send the object back to the patriarch as soon as possible. After talking about it, they drove away in the direction of Yong'an County. Also, I heard the old man call that middle-aged man Junior Brother Fan." Zhu Yuandong said in a straightforward manner.

"You did a good job. However, this genealogy needs to be witnessed by several elders, but now it is late at night, and the elders should have rested, at least tomorrow." The head of the Zhu family said slowly.

"Yuan Dong understands."

Seeing that this person still knew how to advance and retreat, the head of the Zhu family nodded slightly, and then shouted towards the door: "Chen San, come in. You take Yuan Dong to the wing room to rest, and ask Zong Qing to come over tomorrow to invite some clan elders."

The old steward came in and said, "This old slave obeys. Mr. Yuan Dong, please come with this old slave."

"I'm sorry, Steward Chen." Zhu Yuandong said politely, and then left the flower hall with the old steward.

After the old steward brought him to the wing room, he turned his head and hurriedly called a young man beside Zhu Zongqing, whispering in his ear, "Go to the Wanhua Building as soon as possible and call the third son back. The master will let him go tomorrow." Don’t neglect to visit a few clan elders.”

Hearing this, the young servant seemed to be wilting, and begged for mercy: "Grandpa Chen, it's Miss Ruyan combing tonight, if the villain disturbs the interest of the third son, how can there be life?"

"If you don't go, you'll be dead." Chen Guanshi said coldly.

When the man heard this, he had no choice but to slip out of the mansion and go looking for his son.

On the other side, after Zhu Yuandong left, the head of the Zhu family touched a dark line on the edge of the jade tablet, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he got up and walked towards the backyard.

But he didn't go to the concubine's room in No.20 to be happy again, but returned to his bedroom, closed the door tightly, and then tapped lightly on the wall where the bookshelf was.

After four or five breaths, he knocked again three short and two long.

At this time, most of the wall sank into the ground together with the bookshelves, and a hole seven or eight feet long and wide was exposed in front of it, with stone steps facing down one after another, deep and bottomless.

The head of the Zhu family picked up the lampstand from the table and walked into the cave, and the entrance was restored to its original state without a sound.

He walked down the stone steps step by step, and after going down about a hundred stone steps, he turned once, and after doing this two or three times, he finally reached the ground.

"Zhu Dalang, what are you doing here?" A sharp and piercing voice rang out.

In an instant, the lights were brightly lit, and dozens of moonstone pearls in the walls completely illuminated the seven to eight feet long and wide basement.

I saw a slender old man with a dove face, like catching a chicken, holding a boy in his hand, and then gently stroked his neck with his jet-black inch-long fingernails, blood flowed profusely, and all fell into a large wooden barrel .

"Senior, this is the jade token sent by the ancestors in a hurry, please have a look." Zhu Clan Head endured the discomfort all over his body, and sent the jade token over.

The dove-faced old man shook the boy in his hand, and when he stretched out his other hand, the jade tablet was caught between two black nails.He looked at the dark lines, his expression changed, and he asked anxiously, "When did this happen?"

"The jade plaque has just been delivered to the mansion, but Jiazu and Fan Wenji were riding towards Yong'an County at five o'clock in Shenshi, and they should still be on the way at the moment." Zhu family head said.

"Fortunately, the news is timely. But it's a pity that this bucket of boy's blood is gone." The old man with a dove face said, throwing the boy in his hand to the pile of corpses in the corner, then flicked his sleeves, and three grinning smiles flew out of it The black skull on the ground opened its mouth to suck, and the blood rose like a column.

In a blink of an eye, streaks of blood appeared on the skull, and then disappeared, and the color became even darker.

After doing this, the old man stretched out his hand again, and saw rustling sounds from the pile of corpses at the corner, and more than a dozen centipedes one foot long came out of the corpses, and all crawled to the ground in a clay pot.

The dove-faced old man sealed the pot and put it in a storage bag, and then sank into the ground in the black mist sprayed by the skull, disappearing.

Half an hour later, he appeared in the mountains more than a hundred miles away from Zhujia Town, came to an unnamed old grave in the mountain, and started chanting spells.

After a few breaths, the soil on the side of the old grave cracked a three or four foot wide entrance, which seemed bottomless, and the man turned into a cloud of black air and flew into it.

Not long after, the dove-faced old man appeared in front of a majestic palace hundreds of feet underground.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the door was a pale young man, wiping a leg bone stick in his hand, looked at the person, and said with a hoarse laugh: "Old blackhead, aren't you enjoying the blessings at Zhu's house? Are you willing to come here? How about it, let me go next time?"

"Is the leader in the hall, I have something urgent to report." The dove-faced old man said in a deep voice.

"Of course it is, but I advise you to wait a little longer. The leader is repairing a few cauldrons, and it should take a few hours. If you are really in a hurry, go in." The young man got up and stepped aside with a smile. road.

Hearing the words, the old man with a dove face had a cloudy expression on his face. After some consideration, he finally dared not cross the threshold.

After all, he didn't want to use his own life to test it.

However, this wait is until dawn.

At this moment, Cao Wei opened his eyes in Qingmeng Palace two or three hundred miles away, and just as he made a move, Ning Meng who was beside the pillow woke up, stuck up to him, and said softly, "Master, how can you wake up?" so early?"

"Naturally, I have practiced." Cao Wei lightly scratched the beauty's upturned nose, then got off the bed without hesitation, went to the courtyard and sat down cross-legged, practicing the method of "Collecting Herbs and Returning to the Pot".

Seeing this, Ning Meng put on a coat, walked to the table, boiled water and made a cup of tea.

After a while, she saw that Cao Wei had finished his work, so she stepped forward with a cup of tea in her hand, and said crisply, "Master, rinse your mouth."

Cao Wei took the tea, took a sip, put it in his mouth, rinsed it three or two times, and then spit it back.

Then he asked a little puzzled: "Why don't you refine the vitality of Tianyang and strengthen your own spiritual consciousness?"

"Master, this concubine is wrong. When I was in the sect, I used to refine Tianyang vitality every day for nearly 20 years, but I could only refine one or two wisps each time. The benefits are negligible, so it's really useless." Ning Meng smiled wryly.

"It's quite a lot. The cultivation of the soul is a hard work, so don't be impatient. One or two wisps a day, and the soul can grow a little in a year, and it will be very impressive in ten or a hundred years. It's no less than taking a panacea. You, It's just too impatient, I have to teach you about this." Cao Wei laughed.

With that said, he came behind the beauty, pressed her on the table, and turned his back to himself.

Soon, the teacup on the table was shaking non-stop, very rhythmically.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Cao Wei asked in a deep voice.

Taking advantage of this good time in the early morning, he taught his younger generation earnestly for more than half an hour, and when he saw the other party repented and begged for mercy repeatedly, he let the other party go.

Ning Meng got down from the table, stepped on the water stains on the jade bricks with bare feet, and said with a half-cry and a smile: "I know I was wrong, I will definitely practice well in the future, and I dare not waste half a day."

Seeing that the child can be taught, Cao Wei nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "You all come in."

As soon as the words fell, more than ten maids came in and cleaned up for the two of them.

It's just that this tidying up took another hour or two. Cao Wei was dressed under the service of one or two maids who still had enough energy, and the imperial weapon rose into the sky. Liu Mingxuan was alone in a stone pavilion on the mountainside. After drinking, he flew towards it.

After twenty or thirty breaths, he landed in front of the pavilion and stepped into it.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Liu, for the gift of wine."

"It's good that fellow daoists don't dislike it. For the next half a month, I'll have to trouble the two of you to help." Liu Mingxuan said, pouring a glass of wine for the other party.

"Cao must do his best." Cao Wei raised his glass and laughed.

Although it is said to be helping, it must be within the scope of his own ability. If his life is in danger, then he will not do this loss-making business.

"It's enough to have friends." Liu Mingxuan also raised his glass in return.

The two had a drink together and looked at the mountain from the railing. They saw that the mist in the mountain had just dissipated, the pines and cypresses were green nearby, and the white clouds were vast in the distance.

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Qingxiazong.

There are three streamers of various colors galloping towards the main peak, and from the aura, one can vaguely see the appearance of the monks among them. It turned out to be Kui Lie, the real person of Yunzhou, and the Palace Master Wei of the Law Enforcement Hall walking side by side.

When the two real people and a great demon landed in front of the main hall, an old man with three long beards came out with a very bad expression.

"Brother Sect Master, what did the ancestor say?" Master Yunzhou asked a little uneasily.

The old man shook his head, only gestured with his eyes, and didn't dare to say more.

"What are you still doing in front of the door? You have the ability to secretly feed ghosts, so what are you afraid of?" There was a sneer in the hall.

Hearing this, the three of them and one monster looked at each other, and finally Master Yunzhou bit the bullet and walked into the hall first.

There were four sets of coffins in the hall, one gold coffin in front and three cedar wood coffins in the back. A middle-aged man with a body like a general's belly was leaning over to look at the corpse in the coffin.

"Greetings to the ancestor." The three people and one monster said in unison, clasping their hands.

After the salute, the master of Yunzhou knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "I know my mistake, I beg my ancestor to punish me."

It's just that Xiaguang Zhenjun ignored him, but stood up and looked at Kui Lie and asked: "For a ghost cultivator in the late stage of foundation establishment, that prodigal Kui Ao actually used a five-thunder talisman. This situation must be dealt with severely. Hit, let it learn a lesson."

"Old Ancestor, I have already beaten him severely." Kui Lie said with a smile.

It wouldn't say that it was afraid that its son's talismans would not be enough, so it threw a dozen more five-thunder talismans over.

"No fault, the Hall of Law Enforcement has been infiltrated by the Chen family like a sieve, or else you, the Hall Master, will simply abdicate and let Yunzhou do it?" True Monarch Xiaguang said unhurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Wei Wujiu hastily pleaded guilty: "This matter is my disciple's negligence, please forgive me."

"How many people have been found out, and how many disciples of the Chen family?" Patriarch Xiaguang asked.

"Twelve people have been screened out, among them are four disciples of the Chen family, and the remaining eight people collected spirit stones and leaked the inspection time and route." Wei Wujiu said.

"Yunzhou, you've done a good job. Not to mention putting so many people in the Hall of Law Enforcement, there is still room for cultivating a family monk in the late stage of foundation establishment in the secular world. Tell me, how do you think it should be dealt with?" Xia Guang Zhenjun said.

"Disciple, disciple..." A layer of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Master Yunzhou, and he wanted to ask for help, but was locked by a huge energy, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his shoulders.

And at this moment, a monk wearing a Confucian shirt came in and said with a smile, "Seeing the coffins makes you rich. There are still four coffins all at once. This is a rare scene."

Immediately afterwards, Master Fang You stepped forward, surpassed the crowd, cupped his hands and said, "I pay my respects to the ancestor."

"Fang You, do you also want to intercede for Yunzhou?" Zhenjun Xiaguang said calmly.

"I don't dare. The school rules are established. Those who make meritorious deeds will be rewarded and those who have faults will be punished. We shall follow it. It's just that the ancestors have not spread the matter. Only a few of us know about it. But if we execute twelve people at once If you are a Foundation Establishment disciple, you should always give a reason to the outside world. The influence is not good. Besides, it is not easy to cultivate Foundation Establishment disciples, and it would be too wasteful to execute them all. It is better to send them to the front line to make meritorious deeds." Fang You The real man said, arching his hands.

"Then big things turned into small things, small things turned into small things, and everything was covered under the cover?" Zhenjun Xiaguang's expression also turned cold, and he flicked his fingers, and the corpse of the ghost cultivator in the late foundation establishment period in the golden coffin was burned to death. ashes.

"Disciple made a slip of the tongue." Master Fang You bowed his hands.

"You guys, as Jindan Daoists of the Zongmen, you should lead by example. If you let go, the disciples under your hands will be crazy. Yunzhou, you look up and look at the three ghost mothers with nine sons in the coffin , the fetus in the womb is also your Chen family's blood, let's take a look. How many mortals should die in the hands of a ghost cultivator who wants to practice to the late stage of foundation establishment? At that time, my cultivation world in southern Xinjiang will be like digging my own foundation." Xiaguang Zhenjun walked to the main seat and sat cross-legged on the futon.

As he spoke, he sighed and continued to speak:
"Actually, I don't object to the method of ghost repair and corpse repair, but those juniors who have the ability to go to Youyun Daze to kill monsters, practice as a foreign race, don't just think about killing the same race one by one. Even if this kind of monk practiced to Jin Dan and even Nascent Soul are also selfish people. The more powerful this kind of person is, the more evil he will do."

(End of this chapter)