Chapter 8 Happiness from the Heart Taoist Qingfeng was so angry that his thoughts were incoherent, but fortunately he was very good at cultivating his Qi: "Uncle Mingzhen, I respect you as an elder, but you can't be unreasonable! Sect Rule 101 states that if you damage the sect's public facilities, you must pay the original price! Just like Uncle Mingying said, merits are merits, faults are faults, these are two different things! I'm just following the rules, what's wrong with that?" Strictly speaking, this matter is indeed her responsibility. Taoist Master Mingzhen continued to sneer: "Humph! Weren't you the first to be unreasonable with me?" Knowing clearly that Wei Wenxin had no money, he still did not allow her to make up for her mistakes with her merits. If she has to borrow from everywhere, who should she ask? If you want to take advantage of this opportunity to drain her lineage, forget it! "I have always been like this. I will be reasonable with reasonable people, and I will be even more unreasonable with unreasonable people!" If the younger generation makes mistakes, the elders are responsible for filling the gaps. Over time, how bad will the family's reputation be? What a bunch of short-sighted people! Taoist Qingfeng was furious. Wasn't it Senior Brother Qingyu who was unreasonable and unreasoning? How can you blame her? and--
"They said I didn't find this loophole! Did the seniors before them find it? Why are they targeting me alone?! If you want to punish me, let's all be punished together! They accept the punishment! I accept it too!" This is the bad thing about the world of immortal cultivation: everyone lives a long life. There are three people who used to be elders of the Law Enforcement Hall present here, not to mention those who have not returned from outside. Seeing that they were being dragged into this matter, the three of them became very angry: "You are such a good fellow, Qingfeng! Why are you blaming us for something that happened during your term?" Seeing that these people didn't dare to confront Uncle Mingzhen and all chose to target him, Daoist Master Qingfeng didn't argue with them and directly took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes hypocritically: "They are just bullying my master because he passed away early and there is no one to support me. They just pick on the weak. It's a pity that I have worked so hard for the sect for so many years, but ended up like this. Whoever wants to be the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall can take it! I want to go back to retreat and ascend to heaven as soon as possible, and ask my master to judge the matter!" At that time, the first senior brother Qingyuan Daojun was stuck in the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage. Due to the lack of opportunities, he was unable to break through, so that his junior sister was able to advance to the God Transformation stage first. It can be said that he is a rare person with extraordinary talent in the world of immortal cultivation. In the past, when her direct elders were all around, she was treated no worse than Wei Wenxin. She is not the kind of person who can tolerate being bullied! Seeing her crying for her master, some people were embarrassed and immediately smashed the table in front of them: "Your master passed away long ago, but your uncle is still alive and well! What kind of depressing words are you saying? Why don't you sit down quickly?" Seeing that his uncle-master finally stood up, Taoist Qingfeng snorted, turned his head and sulked towards the corner. Now you know you are alive and well? What did you do just now? This also meant that she didn't intend to get involved in what happened next. Things have come to this point. As a mere incarnation cultivator, it would be better for her to protect herself when her direct elders are unreliable. Among all the people present, Wei Wenxin had the lowest cultivation level, and they were afraid that she would be injured by mistake if a fight broke out. Besides, she wouldn't even have a say in what happened next. After receiving a hint from his master, Taoist Qingyuan did not hesitate, and when he saw an opportunity, he picked her up and took her away. No one really wanted to chase after him, and Ming Zhen was blocking the door, so everyone just went back to their seats. Anyway, if a monk can escape, he cannot escape from the temple. It’s better to get down to business. Compensation must be paid, there is no doubt about that.
But how to compensate? How much compensation? What about the compensation period? Is it counted as interest? There are so many problems ahead of us, and I don’t know how long this argument will last. There was an endless argument in the hall, but because of the ban, it could not be heard once they walked out of the door. Seeing that no one came to chase him, Taoist Qingyuan put down his eldest disciple and let out a long sigh. It was just the dawn, and the mountain was covered with thick fog. A thin, light golden glow rose from the mountains on the horizon. The white floating square is bathed in morning light, the distant mountains and forests are dyed in all colors, the freshly dew-covered grass at the feet hangs low, and a deep breath is filled with the slightly cool autumn air. Just like every day before, the cranes diligently carried the little disciples to the school for morning classes. Passing by the Cliff of Repentance, the children were amazed when they saw the extremely complex three-dimensional formation that was gleaming with light, and they all stretched their necks to look over there. This group of flying cranes is raised by the Deacon Hall and is used specifically to transport young disciples who cannot fly to various places in the sect. The leader had long since removed the transverse bone in his throat and had cultivated a human form. In addition to picking up and dropping off the younger disciples to school, he was also responsible for teaching the disciples the art of lightness. Because of his gentle temper and his doting on children, everyone liked him very much. Seeing the children's curiosity, he immediately changed direction and changed the route of the cranes, flying towards the floating square past the Siguo Cliff. "Wow~" "Wow~" "Mr. He! I love you the most!" "Mr. He! I like you the most, too!" I didn’t expect such a surprise. The children cheered and kept saying sweet words. The children's praise was sincere and their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were sparkling. The largest crane at the head immediately let out a joyful cry, flapped its wings, and led the team to fly around the White Pagoda again. The children cheered even louder! When Wei Wenxin thought of his childhood, the corners of his mouth curled up. The news of the Cliff of Repentance had spread throughout the sect. The cultivators had good eyesight and saw Wei Wenxin standing at the entrance of the White Pagoda. The disciples waved their hands desperately from a distance and shouted at her at the top of their voices: "Big Sister! Big Sister!" Occasionally, she would hear the word "Uncle Master" and she would realize that she had been staying at home for too long and the next generation of disciples had already started. Wei Wenxin put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, looking cold and powerful. These children were still young and didn't know what kind of personality the eldest sister had. At this moment, they were all filled with joy at having successfully chased their idol. They lay on the crane's back and smiled foolishly: "Ah! Senior Sister just saw me!" Watching these children, still with baby fat, go away, Wei Wenxin felt filled with joy. Taoist Qing Yuan found it funny but did not urge him. The days ahead will be very difficult, so he doesn't want his disciple to miss any happiness. Yang Xingchen's eye sockets were dark and his hair was dripping with water, obviously he didn't sleep last night. When he saw the two people coming out and was about to speak, he was stunned by the deafening cheers. After the flock of cranes moved away, he shouted "Senior Sister" with lingering fear.
Wei Wenxin scratched her head embarrassedly, and lovingly helped him dry the moisture off his body. She wanted to ask him why he was waiting there like an idiot. But when he opened his mouth, he said, "It's my fault for making you worry." Yang Xingchen smiled shyly, her dimples were round and sweet. The eldest sister looks very tough, but she is actually very gentle towards people close to her. Seeing that the senior sister was safe, Yang Xingchen's nerves, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed. The fatigue immediately came like a landslide and a tsunami, luckily it didn't crush him directly. Seeing that he couldn't help yawning and his eyelids drooping, Wei Wenxin summoned his natal sword, signaled it to become wider, and jumped up with his fellow apprentice. "Go to sleep! I'll take you back." Yang Xingchen wanted to speak, but the sword began to shake like a cradle. The senior sister had been coaxing him to sleep like this since he was a child, and it became a habit. In the end, he couldn't hold it any longer, and in the blink of an eye he was snoring loudly, and he was drooling in his sleep. Wei Wenxin found a small blanket with amusement, covered him with it, and performed a self-created soundproof and windproof spell for him, then called Qingyuan Daojun: "Let's go, Master!" Taoist Qing Yuan sighed and flew silently in front. Halfway through the journey, Wei Wenxin finally remembered to ask, "Master, where are we going?" Taxue Peak is now uninhabitable. She has been at the Cliff of Repentance these past few days and has no idea where her master and the others are staying. Qing Yuan Dao Jun adjusted his mood: "You two should go hide in the Sword Tomb first. I have to go back to the Law Enforcement Hall to help your master later. After we come to a conclusion, we will move in with your master." There are too many interests involved in the Cliff of Regret, and there might be people who want to beat her up to vent their anger. The old ones are unable to leave for the time being, so it would be safer for the young ones to hide. Wei Wenxin also understood this truth and acquiesced to this arrangement, but she was still a little conflicted: "Master, it's fine if you're just living off your parents, but you're also taking us with you. Others will definitely laugh at us. Why don't you go to the back of the mountain and find a deserted hill to live in? Wait until I get rich..." Daoist Master Qing Yuan was furious: "You still feel ashamed? Don't I feel ashamed?! If it weren't for you guys, I would be able to do anything." There are so many barren mountains in the sect. Could it be that he is short of a place to live? For cultivators, a beautiful cave is secondary; the most important thing is the spiritual vein! If this matter drags on for decades, it doesn't matter as he has a long life, but his disciples can't afford to be delayed. Especially the youngest Yang Xingchen, if he cannot break through the golden elixir stage, his life span may be less than 200 years. The lower your cultivation level and the younger you are, the more important the cultivation environment is. Wei Wenxin also understood this truth and immediately scratched his head, saying embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Master, but you have to believe me. The research I do is meaningful. Once I finish this project, I will apply to the sect for a blessed land so that you can live a good life." The treasured places for cultivation that have been discovered today are all in the hands of major forces. If you want to get them, you can only exchange them for huge amounts of contribution points. In the world of cultivation, saying this kind of thing to the master is like a child in the mortal world patting his chest and promising his parents that he will give them a good life. Qing Yuan Daojun rolled his eyes at her and said, "You said so two hundred years ago." Wei Wenxin squinted at him and said, "You always said in the past that if you had that intention, Master would be very happy." Then, Wei and his junior fellow apprentice were grabbed by the master and thrown to the gate of the sword tomb.
(End of this chapter)