There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 269 Conviction
  The atmosphere at the venue was not as noisy as expected. The four Third Realm monks stood up from their seats. They did not defend themselves. Others did not stand up and say anything indignantly. Even the monks from the northwest region remained silent. silence.

The four of them each had a quarter of an hour to defend themselves. Yang Shu did not speed up this step because of their silence, which made the atmosphere at the scene a bit depressing. The projected monks of the third realm were all meditating with their eyes closed, and the monks of the second realm were talking to each other. When Chuanyin spoke, the monks who had just entered the country could only wink. As for the sixth seat, which was the lowest, they all sat upright.

After finally getting through this half hour, Yang Shu slowly stood up, casually threw his hands around again, and said: "Okay, the defense of the four fellow Taoists is over. Let me announce something first. We just listened to the four Taoists. When the fellow Taoists defended themselves, the headquarters of the Dao Zang Hall made a decision and proposed to first deprive the four fellow Taoists of their qualifications for the third seat in the Dao Zang Hall."

These words were full of nonsense. There were people whispering to each other in the fourth seat, but no sound was heard. Then, the third realm monks projected in the front opened their eyes one after another.

As for the fifth and sixth seats who had just entered the country and those who had not yet entered the country, most of them looked confused and didn't know what it meant.

The faces of the four parties involved also changed slightly, but after looking at some familiar people nearby, they still chose to remain silent.

A five-seat man at the cave door to the left of Liu Shuang whispered: "I just agreed to add two three-seat seats because the third seat was not enough, and now I have dismissed four three-seat seats all at once, and let them have their say. "

This is pure complaining, without any purpose.

He could say this because the atmosphere in the venue just now was too depressing, preventing him from being able to relax his humanity. These words should be used by him to adjust his mood.

Afterwards, the venue was filled with discussions.

"I have a question." One of the three seats stood up. He was a bald monk. The most eye-catching thing about him was the beard that covered half of his face. His eyes were sunken and his nose was high. At first glance, he was not from Zhongzhou. , but his Zhongzhou dialect is very standard.

"It turns out to be Master Minghui. You can say whatever you want."

"According to the regulations set by Daozang Palace, depriving the third seat requires a vote by all our third seat members."

"Of course, so what I just said was a 'proposal', and now we can vote." Yang Shu responded to Monk Minghui's question with a smile.

Monk Minghui continued: "Although I usually don't care about worldly affairs, I still remember that when Daozang Hall was first established, in order to prevent the monarch from having too much power, the election and removal of all three seats required the approval of at least half of the seats present."

The smile on Yang Shu's face suddenly became a little proud when he heard this, and he said: "If we now launch a vote for the four fellow Taoists, master, do you think the number of votes for their removal can be more than half? Or some can be more than half. , some can’t get past half of it…”

Monk Minghui was at a loss for words. If there was really an on-site vote, it might be difficult to tell the other three, but the great monk from Vajra Temple would definitely be voted out, because Vajrayana Temple is already weak in Daozang Hall, and most of their seats in the third seat are Set by various factions to ease conflicts.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Monk Huiming sang the Buddha's name and sat down again.

Wang Ping was a little puzzled at the moment, so he connected with Zi Luan in reality and said, "Wouldn't this arrangement aggravate the instability in the northwest? Does someone want to split the Daozang Palace?"

"I have no information about this either. The most important power of the third seat in Daozang Palace is to be able to connect to this communication network and participate in the decision-making of some major events. To put it more bluntly, to get the third seat, You can influence the situation in Zhongzhou and even the entire world."

Wang Ping, who was in a state of semi-bewilderment, immediately understood something after listening to Zi Luan's explanation. There was a big boss fighting, and he wanted to take this opportunity to weaken the northwest's voice and make the situation in the northwest even more chaotic.

"what happened to you?"

Yu Lian's voice sounded. At this moment, Yu Lian was looking at Wang Ping with curious eyes. Wang Ping sensed Yu Lian and stretched out his left hand. Yu Lian immediately wrapped around his hand. After the two people connected their consciousness, Yu Lian Lian was startled by the sudden change in the scene around her, and then quickly got into her sleeves.

"This spirit snake is quite interesting."

An older voice came from the side, with a friendly and gentle tone.

Wang Ping turned his head. As the two looked at each other, he carefully looked at the person next to him. Then he felt that this person was very familiar. He must have met him on some important occasion.

"My little friend, don't you remember me?"

When he spoke, other people next to him looked at him. Because sound transmission was impossible here, he didn't care about the eyes of others and said with a smile:
  "When I was in Yongming Port, my little friend impressed me with admiration. Now it seems that you are indeed extraordinary. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for you to cultivate to the Heavenly Realm in more than two hundred years. I cultivated to the True Fire. The situation almost killed me."

Wang Ping immediately remembered who this person was. He was the True Sun Cult monk who suddenly appeared when he used the light screen panel to find the 'Purgatory Flag'.

"So it's senior!"

Wang Ping clasped his fists.

"The poor Taoist Ruan Chunzi, I don't like this name very much, but it is the only memory my parents have left for me." The old man also introduced himself with clasped fists, when Yang Shu, who was presiding over the meeting, cast his gaze.

Both of them stopped talking to save face, and Yang Shu took advantage of the situation and suggested: "Time is limited. Regarding whether to deprive the four fellow Taoists of the title of the third seat, I suggest that we vote together. How about it."

"Too sloppy!"

The fourth seat of Zhenyang Sect objected, while the fourth seat of Kongo Temple cheered and agreed.

As for the third seat, they all sit firmly on Diaoyutai.

The quarrel inevitably occurred, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping. Yang Shu did not stop it, and just sat quietly, listening to their quarrel.

Two quarters of an hour later, many third seats chose to cut off their consciousness connection.

"I'm going to make a cup of tea first." Ruan Chunzi next to him greeted Wang Ping and cut off the connection between consciousness. Wang Ping took advantage of the chaos and looked around, and soon found Wen Yang, Wu Quan, Gan Xing, Taoist Tianshan, and Xiu Yu who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Let's go out and have a cup of tea first." Zi Luan's voice sounded in Wang Ping's ears.

"it is good!"

Wang Ping cut off the aura of the token in his hand, and the illusory scene immediately disappeared.

After they left, the quarrels at the ceremony not only did not subside, but tended to intensify, and some close second-level monks were on the verge of taking action.

"They are deliberately provoking fights among factions in the northwest!"

Feng Miao's words seemed to be a summary, but also seemed to be asking someone.

This is a fact that everyone can understand, but the monks in the northwest cannot escape, because they have long been trapped in it, and the only way to escape is to win from this struggle.

"Continuing to quarrel will not help matters, it will only deepen the hatred between them." Liu Shuang said softly.

"Yes!" Liu Chang agreed.

They were right. As time went by, the noisy sound at the ceremony gradually faded away, leaving only the second realm monks in the northwest arguing with each other, and it seemed that they would not stop in the short term.

Yang Shu was indifferent.

It was not until two hours later that the projection of the third seat gradually returned to the venue. Yang Shu slowly stood up and said, "Now let's start voting..."

He held out a finger and said, "You only have one chance!"

The voting is a secret ballot. Everyone at the scene will get a bamboo stick with two options, one black and one white. When voting, you only need to inject spiritual energy into one of the options. Then, from the outside, the bamboo stick will not change in any way. The answer Daozangdian requires special means for identification.

"A vote of black means that you agree to deprive the four fellow Taoists of the title of the third seat. A vote of white means that you object. You have half an hour to consider the answer, or you can consult each other for the answer."

He actually openly incited people to canvass for votes!

As a result, everyone in the third seat went offline one after another, and even Yang Shu left the venue accompanied by guards.

"What do you think the result of this vote will be?" Zi Luan walked to the window and looked at the beautiful garden in the atrium of Daozang Hall below.

Wang Ping thought for a while and said: "There should be no results in this round of voting!"

Zi Luan nodded and said, "What you should consider is voting for the third seat, and there is no need to think about anything else."

"In this case, it must have passed."

"kindness!"

After half an hour of thinking, I just took off my pants and farted. When it came time to vote, the third seat had to speak. Of course, they all spoke voluntarily, but there were many people speaking.

This process lasted for an hour and a half. Zi Luan did not speak. Wang Ping was only a substitute and was not qualified to speak.

Ruan Chunzi, who was next to Wang Ping, spoke up. He firmly agreed to deprive the four of their third-seat titles. Wen Yang also spoke up. He must have received some instructions and raised objections.

In the end, all four were deposed from the title of third seat.

When the next sentence was passed, the Minghui monk who spoke first stood up again and said: "I am compassionate, since the four Taoist friends have received the punishment they deserve, if they are punished, I think it is better to punish them by facing a wall for thirty years. How about repenting for your evil deeds?"

When he said this, Wang Ping frowned when he saw Ming Xin sitting next to him.

These words were indeed a bit disgusting, but the people present were either stakeholders or neutrals, so after his words ended, there was a long silence.

If no one says anything, they may really just have to face the wall for thirty years!

"Bah, you have the nerve to say mercy!"

Suddenly, an extremely excited man stood up, pointed at Monk Minghui's nose and cursed: "Go to the northwest and see the hundreds of thousands of people who have disappeared because of their fighting, and the earth that has been reduced to scorched earth. Look at the millions of displaced people, damn your mother’s mercy!”

"I really can't bear it anymore. Are you seniors who have gained the truth all filled with shit? In your eyes, those people are just beasts? Then why are you sitting here pretending? ?Why are you still holding this meeting?"

"Shit!"

This man was sitting in the fourth seat. He looked very old, but his voice was full of vitality. And from his rather stiff robe, it could be seen that he should be a monk from the northwest region.

When he first got up and cursed, the guards who were maintaining order wanted to stop him, but Yang Shu stopped him.

(End of this chapter)