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Chapter 270 Voting Session
  The venue became silent amidst the monk's angry curses. Some monks around him looked at the old man in great horror, as if they were seeing him for the first time. Of course, some people also cast admiring glances. But it was more of a joke.

The scolded monk Minghui had a face full of shock. He seemed to have never thought that someone would insult him like this in public. Under the gaze of thousands of people, the anger on his face suddenly rose, but just when he was about to have an attack, the projection disappeared. Gone, along with his projection was Ming Xin beside him.

Mingxin probably saw that things were out of control and cut off the projection of the two of them decisively. This was a wise decision. If Minghui really wanted to quarrel with this monk, he would only suffer the loss. The best way is to remain silent, although silence It's also quite embarrassing.

"well said!"

A man from the third seat whom Wang Ping didn't recognize stood up and applauded. He was wearing Xizhou clothes, with a curly beard, and his hair was wrapped in a white silk scarf. He said in a slightly awkward Zhongzhou dialect: "These birds in the Jingang Temple A bald donkey, he talks about compassion, but behind his back, he does all the sneaky things."

There were many second-level monks present from the Vajra Temple, and there were also many people related to the Vajra Temple in the third table. They wanted to say a few words, but at this time Yang Shu stood up and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, just say what you want. , don't involve other things." After he said that, he looked at the old monk at the fourth seat and continued:

"According to the regulations of Daozang Hall, everyone can express their different opinions at this Dharma gathering, but remember to discuss the matter as it is and not to involve others. This is your first offense, so you will not be held responsible."

Yang Shu glanced at the Shui tribe among the four monks of the Third Realm of Dui Zui, and asked: "Since fellow Taoists have different opinions, how do you think the verdict should be?"

This second-level old monk was not really stupid. Yang Shu's politeness was very helpful to him, so he bowed his hands first and then said: "It's not that I think what should be done, but the regulations of Daozang Palace are clearly written. Bai Bai, based on their guilt, they need to be imprisoned in the Daozang Palace dungeon for at least seven hundred years!"

"Indeed, the laws and regulations of Daozang Palace cannot be reversed!"

Yang Shu smiled, looked around at everyone present, and said in a very soft voice: "However, the specific judgment depends on your votes. Don't worry, it is still a secret vote. No one will know what you voted for. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, another fourth monk stood up, clasped his fists and said: "The seven-hundred-year sentence is a bit too harsh. The Eighth Prince also said just now that the northwest region needs monks from the third realm to be in charge. It would be better to lock up the four seniors. It saves trouble, but then there will be no one to manage the entire northwest, and then not only one million people will be displaced, but [-] million people in the entire northwest will be displaced!"

When the fourth-in-command said this, he bowed respectfully and said: "So, I suggest that the four seniors should be punished and make meritorious service, and then we can stabilize the situation in the northwest first!"

"What you said is a bit funny!"

A fifth seat member wearing a light blue ghost mask stood up and clasped his fists and said: "These four are the ones who started the chaos in the northwest. If they continue to be in charge of the northwest, don't they think the situation is not chaotic enough?"

Okay.

They quarreled again, but this time they had a purpose, not just for the sake of quarreling like before.

Wang Ping couldn't help but look at the four parties involved. From the time they appeared to the present, they allowed everyone on the scene to comment without saying a word. They were such good qi-nurturing skills, but they would get into fights because of some quarrels.

At this time, Zi Luan sent a message to him: "When you compete for the third seat to vote, they will use more critical language to comment on you. Unless there are questions that are necessary to answer, you do not need to speak at all to make other comments. I have arranged for people to speak for you, and of course, you have arranged for others to come forward."

Wang Ping's face straightened, and then he observed the status of these four people again. If you look carefully, there are subtle changes in their eyes, which shows that they have not closed their hearing, but there is no anger or annoyance in the changes in their eyes. , they seemed to treat the debate on the spot as a game.

This debate was beyond Wang Ping's expectation. It took three days of debate to come up with three verdict options. Minghui's proposal was retained. Correspondingly, the proposal to refute Minghui was also retained. Finally, it was reached after three days of discussion. The plan was to imprison the four of them in their respective dojos for three hundred years.

If nothing else happens, the third plan will be passed. After all, it is the result of three days of discussion.

Voting takes place on the fourth day.

Sure enough, on the fourth day of voting, the third plan was passed.

It is worth mentioning that the few monks who were more out of touch on the first day have not appeared again since the second day, and then there were fewer people on the third day. By the fourth day, those who left had already There is a quarter.

That’s hundreds of people!

Most of them may have left early, and the rest were all missing, including Liang Xi who provoked Liu Shuang and Liu Chang on the first day.

After Yang Shu announced the results of the voting, he did not immediately elect a third seat, but instead announced a three-day adjournment!

After exiting the illusion, Wang Ping looked at Zi Luan beside him. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to tease Yu Lian and said, "There should be two more places for three seats, right?"

Zi Luan stood up with a smile, walked to the window again, looked at the orderly Jinhuai City outside, and responded: "It is certain that the number of places will be increased, but the number of candidates will also increase!"

"Oh?"

"The ninth son of Lord Long doesn't have the title of third seat yet."

"Jiang Daoyou?"

"kindness!"

"Don't worry, your third seat will definitely not be lost. The casual cultivators may say some unpleasant things, so just listen. Also, pay attention to those who oppose you. Some people cannot be retained. ." "clear!"

Before the third day, early the next morning, a handwritten letter came from Mr. Xiao Shanfu.

It is true that two three-seat seats will be added, but the specific candidates have not yet been determined. Also, the voting process will change, but the specific changes have not been said.

On the third day.

Even fewer people showed up at the ceremony on time. Except for the sixth seat who was watching the excitement, only the monks related to the candidates for the third seat were left in the fifth and fourth seats.

As for everyone in the third seat, everyone was still present, but these people only voted but did not speak.

"Fellow Taoists, before the voting begins, I have something to announce first..."

Yang Shu said calmly in his unique casual tone: "I said before the start of the conference that affairs in various places are now heavy. The headquarters originally wanted to add two or three seats to handle some difficult cases, but unexpectedly four seats were added. The sinners caused the number of seats in the third seat to be reduced, so after the resolution of several palace lords and all the members of the third seat, it was decided to add two more seats to the third seat."

The full quota for the third seat of Daozang Hall is 101 people. Currently, excluding the four who have been deprived of their titles, there are still 82 people. Yang Shu's use of the word "additional" is obviously inappropriate. He seems to be deliberately avoiding some of the regulations of Daozang Hall.

"The two third seats are up for election by seven other candidates, with the vote also taking place three days later."

His final addition is the real kicker and certainly adds a bit of uncertainty to today's vote, as some of the agreed-upon deals may change for another vote in three days' time.

"It doesn't matter, if there are any changes, the Lord will tell you in advance." Zi Luan calmed Wang Ping's mind.

At this time, Yang Shu continued to say: "Because it takes too much time to deal with the problems in the northwest, we followed the suggestions of some fellow Taoists and decided to shorten the voting process..."

In the old voting process, each candidate needed to go through three rounds of voting, and before voting, he also needed to be questioned by everyone present. In theory, everyone can ask questions, but in practice, only the fourth seat, or the third It has become a routine for the three seats to conduct questioning.

This link is easy to criticize. In the past, many monks who were expected to enter the third seat were eliminated because they failed to withstand the provocation of their competitors.

Yang Shu then introduced the new voting rules: "This voting is also three rounds, but seven candidates participate in the voting together. The top two fellow Taoists with the highest average votes in the three rounds will become the new third seat. .”

The rules are simple and crude, and they actually best reflect the candidates’ personal connections within the Daozang Hall.

"The voting rules are the same as before. You will get a bamboo stick marked with seven colors, and behind each color will be written who it represents."

"The voting will take place in a quarter of an hour. Fellow Taoists, please hurry up and think about it."

After Yang Shu finished speaking, he sat down directly and took out a recently popular folklore novel in Linshui Mansion from his storage bag. It seemed that the monks in the third seat nearby also closed their eyes and meditated.

Zi Luan then sent a message: "The rules are beneficial to us!"

"kindness!"

Wang Ping exhaled. He felt that he was a little obsessed. The position of the third seat was not what he wanted in the first place. He was just pushed to the position by Mr. Xiao Shanfu, but he fell into it unknowingly. , making him feel as if he was competing for the third seat.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This sea of ​​suffering is indeed boundless.

Yu Lian responded: "By cultivating the realm of a saint, you may be able to escape the sea of ​​suffering, but it is more likely that you will enter another sea of ​​suffering."

Her answer brought a smile to Wang Ping's face.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the atmosphere at the ceremony was kept quiet. When Shu Yang in front stood up, Ruan Chunzi, who was sitting next to Wang Ping, whispered: "Originally, I planned to vote for my junior brother, but I owe him It’s just a favor for you, and this vote will be given to you.”

His words made the expressions of the two Zhenyang Cultists next to him change, but they didn't say anything. Zi Luan in front also turned around and glanced at Ruan Chunzi.

"Start voting now..."

As Yang Shu announced the vote, Wang Ping couldn't help but look at the other six candidates. Two of these six were from the Zhenyang Sect, one was from the Linshui Mansion, and the other was from the Cave Sect. The remaining two are casual cultivators.

Then, Wang Ping quickly scanned the people in the venue, especially those in the third seat. He could determine the votes of Wenyang, Wu Quan, Gan Xing, Zi Luan, and Tianshan Taoist.

Then, coupled with Taoist Ziluan's layout, everyone in the Vajra Temple should vote for him. With the votes of the Catacomb Gate and the Star God Alliance, it is foolproof.

(End of this chapter)