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Chapter 271 Elected to the third seat
  The results of the vote were no surprise.

After three rounds of voting, Wang Ping received an average of [-] votes for the third seat, ranking second. The first was the monk at the crypt gate, who received [-] votes.

In other words, the two of them alone accounted for most of the votes in the three seats. The other five people only had three votes at most, and it was the monk from the host Linshui Mansion. The remaining four people had one vote each. comfort.

As for the voting for the fourth, fifth and sixth seats, the voting ratio is almost the same as that for the third seat, because they themselves are the disciples and disciples of the third seat.

So much so that when reading the votes, it is customary to only read the votes for the third seat.

"Congratulations to Fellow Taoist Changqing and Fellow Taoist Hefeng..."

Yang Shu stood up and activated a magic circle on the wooden table in front of him, and said: "The formal appointments of the two fellow Taoists will be announced personally by the two princes..."

As he spoke, he stood on the left side of the chair, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "My respectful greetings are Mr. Xiaoshan Mansion and Mr. Rongyang Mansion!"

Seeing this, everyone else immediately stood up and saluted, shouting the names of the two princes at the same time. Then two illusory figures appeared on the cloud beds at both ends of the long table. After a few breaths, the illusory figures became Solid.

"Greetings to the Lord of Xiaoshan (Rongyang) Mansion!" Everyone saluted in unison.

"Elected?"

It was the Lord Rongyang on the left who was asking. He was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed. He was wearing purple silk and his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He had no beard on his face, his face was square, and his eyes were not so artificial.

"Yes, after three rounds of voting, Taoist Fellow Changqing from Qianmu Temple and Fellow Taoist Hefeng from Dikumen were finally elected as the third seat."

Rongyang Mansion Lord nodded slightly and his eyes fell on Xiaoshan Mansion Lord opposite. He seemed to want to say something to reminisce about the past, but perhaps because of the juniors around him, he swallowed the words he spoke and held out his hand to invite: " Fellow Taoist, please read it out first."

"kindness!"

The state that Mr. Xiao Shanfu showed at this moment was a bit alienating from people thousands of miles away, not as close and gentle as in the courtyard dojo.

"Changqing!" He lowered his eyelids and called out Wang Ping's nickname.

"Junior, I pay my respects to Mr. Fu!"

"You have accumulated good deeds for more than two hundred years, and have reached the realm of heaven. You are indeed a natural talent in Taoism. And because you acted upright a hundred years ago, I appointed you to patrol all the way. You have been acting for another hundred years. You have been elected as a candidate for three seats. Now you have lived up to everyone's expectations. To be upright, I hope you can continue to work hard and abide by the Taoism."

"Yes!" Wang Ping solemnly performed a Taoist etiquette. When he got up, Lord Xiaoshanfu had disappeared.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist!"

Zi Luan turned around to congratulate Wang Ping.

Then, Ruan Chunzi next to Wang Ping cupped his fists and said: "It has been two hundred years since we said goodbye in a hurry. I have nothing to do recently. When this matter is over, I must go to your place to ask for a cup of tea. I heard that you do The tea is unique in the south."

"I will sweep the bed and wait for you!"

As soon as the words fell, the scene returned to silence, because Lord Rongyang was still there.

Lord Rongyang was understanding. When he saw that no one was congratulating Wang Ping, he announced the appointment of Taoist Hefeng.

His speaking skills are similar to Wang Ping's. He first explains his Taoist experience in the most concise way, then uses concise words to prove what he has done for Daozang Hall, and finally gives him a real title.

Subsequently, Lord Rongyang also cut off the communication connection.

Wang Ping was much more likely to congratulate Taoist Hefeng, and almost all the Third Realm monks around him said congratulatory messages.

They spoke loudly on purpose, as if they were mocking Wang Ping.

But Wang Ping remained unmoved.

Perhaps because there were juniors watching from the side, the congratulations did not last too long. Yang Shu took advantage of a gap and announced: "I'll be here today. Everyone, rest for three days. We'll see you again in three days."

After saying that, he cut off the formation next to the wooden table.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist."

Zi Luan congratulated him again, and then explained: "There may be three meetings later. You'd better show up on time. Also, don't reveal a word of anything said at the third meeting, even if it's Master Qi. No, it’s also for his own good.”

"Okay!" After Wang Ping responded, he looked towards the window.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo has been waiting for you downstairs for almost an hour. There should be good news. You might as well listen to what she has to say." Zi Luan also looked at the window with a pleasant smile on his face.

...

At the entrance of the attic, Zuo Xuan was holding a square wooden box with a carved sealing circle in his hand. The magic circle on the surface of the wooden box exuded dark green light, which contained rich vitality.

"Taoist Zuo, Taoist Changqing invites you, please come with me!" There are two guards in yellow Taoist uniforms in front of the gate of the attic. Since Wang Ping and Zi Luan came to the attic on the second day of September, this place has become a No one is allowed to enter the restricted area without Wang Ping's approval.

"Please, fellow Taoist, please lead the way."

Zuo Xuan responded politely, but the monk in front stopped talking. He opened the door and walked silently into the attic, passing the first floor filled with various documents, and then the second floor where real-time information was stored.

Finally, the monk who led the way stopped at the entrance of the third floor.

Zuo Xuan held the wooden box in both hands and climbed to the third floor respectfully. When the sunlight from the third floor window fell on her, she held up the wooden box in her hand and reported to Wang Pinghui: "Wulang His head is here, it was sent by speedboat from Ningzhou Road, and now his complete memory can be read!"

"You are really thoughtful..."

Wang Ping had some emotion on his face, but Yu Lian couldn't wait to roll up the wooden box with her tail. When she was about to open it, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the southern sky outside the window.

Zi Luan, Zuo Xuan and Wang Ping were all the same at this moment, looking at the southern sky outside the window in surprise.

At that moment, a very sufficient amount of fire spirit energy suddenly burst out, and it was spreading rapidly at this moment. Wang Ping's brows couldn't help but beat wildly, because Qianmu Temple was right over there!
  At this time, a monk wearing a blue robe downstairs bowed down and said loudly: "The monitoring system just responded that there was a sudden burst of fire spirit energy exceeding the second level in the direction of Qianmu Temple in Shang'an Mansion!"

"calm!"

Zi Luan subconsciously pulled Wang Ping, "The more times like this, the more calm you have to be. This may be a trap!"

Zuo Xuan said quickly: "There is a second-level monk from Daozang Hall stationed in Zhonghui City..."

All kinds of thoughts in Wang Ping's mind were fleeting. After putting the wooden box in his hand into the storage bag, he decisively took the rain lotus into the wood spirit energy, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Zi Luan thought for a while, then immediately followed him by projecting three special flares of his own. Zuo Xuan also jumped out of the attic and fired three red flares into the sky.

The next moment, more than a dozen identity cards were projected into the sky. The spectacular scene caused the nearby people to stop, and then they all turned into streams of light, following behind Wang Ping and Zi Luan.

At the same time, the monitoring devices and barrier devices placed all over Nanlin Road were activated...

Wang Ping, who was exerting all his strength, seemed to be able to catch up with the light source. At the same time, the spirituality of his body was completely released. The wood spirit energy driven by his soul covered an area of ​​tens of kilometers around his body. Coupled with the speed of forward movement, Jinhuai Mansion The sky along the way to Shang'an Mansion changed color.

Zi Luan, who followed closely behind, was in almost the same state, and the dozen or so figures following behind looked as inconspicuous as birds under a giant eagle.

The huge movement attracted the attention of the monks from various sects on Nanlin Road, and then countless identification marks were projected out from the horizon, seeming to tell Wang Ping and Zi Luan not to accidentally hurt them.

A quarter of an hour later.

Wang Ping saw the sky full of smoke and dust. He was familiar with that place, which was in the direction of Qianmu Temple!

"Don't be anxious, be cautious!"

Yu Lian reminded.

Wang Ping's fast steps were paused, but not because of Yu Lian's reminder, because he saw Taoist Yucheng hanging in the sky unharmed, with the wood spirit energy around him still enveloping Shen Xiaozhu, and at the same time there were several iron fists around him. Surrounded by bamboo swords, he held a bloody human head in his hand, sealed with the energy of the wood spirit.

Next to him, there was a monk wearing a lavender Taoist robe. There was the logo of Daozang Palace on the back of his robe. This should be the secret agent of Daozang Palace after his identity was revealed. He was also the second realm specially arranged by Zuo Xuan in Zhonghui City. Monk.

Below them, a raging fire was burning. The luxurious Qianmu Temple's front hall had been completely submerged by the fire. Most of the disciples inside were damaged. Some of the disciples who escaped were fleeing to the inner gate.

What's even worse is Zhonghui City. In the south of the city near the canal, half of the area has become ruins. The houses have been hit by unknown spells and have all turned into powder. The ground is full of dark pits.

When Wang Ping arrived at Qianmu Temple, Yucheng and the purple-robed Taoist priest came over immediately. Yulian turned into a huge body, exploring all possible dangers around him. At the same time, he embodied the aura of water spirit, trying to control Qianmu Temple The fire in the front hall was put out.

"I've met Taoist Changqing!" The purple-robed monk saluted respectfully.

"How could this be?"

Wang Ping looked at his master, Taoist Yucheng. He had just been elected to the third seat, and something like this happened before his butt was even hot. If he couldn't handle it well, he would have to continue to sit in the third seat meeting in the future. Shut up and pretend to be transparent, otherwise everyone will laugh at him about it.

"I read his memory. It's a chess piece placed by Wu Lang at the foot of the mountain. If something unexpected happens to Wu Lang, he will detonate the fire spirit veins in his body." Taoist Yucheng looked at Taoist Ziluan who appeared and raised his voice. He picked up the head in his hand and said: "He is half a useless person, but he is still a second-level monk. If he hadn't been discovered in time, the entire Qianmu Mountain would have been blown up by him."

Zi Luan waved his hand to the purple-robed monk who saluted him, stared at the head in Taoist Yucheng's hand and said, "This is Wu Lang's style, but has he never thought about what this would do to his disciples? "

Yu Lian extinguished the fire in Qianmu Mountain. She looked around and said, "No trace of anyone else was found."

Wang Ping calmly looked at the city and Taoist temple below and raised his finger. A 'Wantong Talisman' with 'Aoki Jue' appeared, and then fell over the city and Taoist temple.

When the ruins glowed with new life, and the injured people and disciples found that their wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, Wang Ping glanced at the figures coming from all directions, pointed to his dojo, and said: "Let's go down Speak."

(End of this chapter)