Chapter 292: The smell of gunpowder is strong. Do you think I dare to do it? The company's position is always on the side of the majority of ordinary people. The emergence of the Eight Wonders and the effect of the Double Hands and the Divine Machine Hundred Refining Device in transforming extraordinary people are an uncontrollable disaster for 's more, there are another six types. Once they are all returned to the Quanzhen sects, regardless of whether they have the ability to defend them, God knows how the stable order in each jurisdiction will be destroyed by other extraordinary people. If the Eight Great Skills were stored within the Trinity Sect, no one could take them away by force, and all the covetousness would not cause any ripples. Jiang Mo seldom interacts with the company, but the lives of ordinary people and extraordinary people are of equal weight to him. If the Eight Great Techniques were to get out, he would remain indifferent no matter how many aliens who plotted against him died. However, he did not want to see innocent civilians being implicated, and this was the main reason why he and the company reached a consensus. The company needs to reduce unstable factors as much as possible within its capabilities. The Trinity Sect understands their intentions and takes this opportunity to ease the relationship with its Quanzhen colleagues and avoid direct conflict. After the brief conversation, the old abbot of Baiyun Temple felt relieved a little. The promise he received was that the Trinity Sect was willing to teach them the Dharma without any intention of keeping anything to themselves. The biggest problem now was with the company. After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man once again asked solemnly into the microphone: "Senior, are you serious?" "One word is the truth." Jiang Mo put down the teapot and said casually: "Whenever you can convince the company, let Linglong bring you here and pack up the eight scriptures and take them away." "Well, on behalf of all the disciples in the temple, I would like to express my highest respect and gratitude to you."
The old abbot's voice seemed to lift a heavy burden. He believed in Jiang Mo's reputation and character, and he would not deceive a junior like him like this. "polite." "That thing originally belonged to you, but times have changed, and now you need to go through more cumbersome procedures." "We are all from the Xuanmen sect, there's no need to make things awkward." Jiang Mo's gentle attitude made the old master respect him even more. He said with a guilty conscience: "I have listened carefully to the teachings of my seniors and have benefited a lot. Today, I was indeed a traitor and was abrupt. I apologize for my rude words." "It's okay. Since it involves the orthodox treasure, there's no need to hide it. What's there to hide? It's just human nature." Language is just a tool to express emotions and achieve goals. Jiang Mo doesn't need to be serious with a junior who may be a hundred years younger than him. The two sides had a good chat and gave each other face, and the issue of the Eight Great Skills was temporarily eased. On the same morning, two heads of the Pure Yang Sect and the Pure Tranquility Sect of Quanzhen, along with many elders and disciples, went to Mount Wudang to discuss the ownership of Fenghou Qimen. The Wudang high-level officials, including Zhou Meng and Taoist Yunlong, were under great pressure and were embarrassed by the reprimand at one point, but they could not refute. Even if it was not their doing, the bottom line was that Zhou Sheng was indeed from Wudang, and Wang Ye's Feng Hou was not obtained in a legitimate way. The result of the discussion between the two masters Chunyang and Qingjing was that they should not only retrieve the relevant scriptures of Fenghou Qimen, but also abolish Wang Ye's cultivation. Yunlong, the master, refused. The head monk Zhou Meng made excuses again and again, claiming that he did not know where Wang Ye was and had already expelled him from the sect. During the argument, the disciples from both sides almost came to blows. One side was furious. The master's secret method was stolen and circulated in the world, which they could not tolerate. One side endured the accusations and repeatedly explained that Zhou Sheng had been expelled from Wudang many years ago and his life or death was unknown. As for the origin of Wang Ye's Feng Hou, they also did not know. In this way, the two sides confronted each other for a long time, until an old friend of the head of Chunyang Sect arrived, which intensified the conflict between the two sides again. He was an old man wearing a grey robe and holding an ink-colored cloth banner. He was well versed in divination and was born into a family of iron immortals. He was over a hundred years old and walked in with a hunched back, supported respectfully by the Chunyang disciples. "!!!" In just this instant, Zhou Meng's face changed drastically, he was no longer as calm as before. He recognized the visitor, it was the old master of Tiebanxian, who was very proficient in divination. "No matter how hard you try, you will find it without any effort."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, do you need me to explain it more clearly?" The old man threw out several bone magic weapons and made deductions. After getting the answer, he did not expose Zhou Meng in person and still gave him a little leeway. However, both the two masters Chunyang and Qingjing are veterans of the world, so how could they not hear the hidden meaning behind the words? The people are in Wudang. The whole place suddenly fell silent. Zhou Meng was almost unable to bear the pressure. Just when Yunlong wanted to stand up to explain, he was grabbed by him. "Friend Yue, you are making such groundless accusations. Do you think that Wudang is easy to bully?" There was a hint of feigned anger in the old man's words, but in order to save Wang Ye and Feng Houtu, he had to continue to insist. "Who is bullying whom? Zhou Meng! I'm telling you, this matter is not over yet!" The head of Chunyang Sect had a frosty face and said: "Your brother stole the secret technique of the fifth ancestor of the Southern Quanzhen Sect. Do you think this is reasonable? If I force my way into your Wudang back mountain today and dig up the tomb of your ancestor, what will you do?" As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful headmaster suddenly emitted a fiery aura that spread around him. The entire reception hall was filled with scorching aura waves, which was extremely oppressive. His eyes were filled with anger, and he seemed ready to take action at any time. "You dare!" a Wudang elder shouted. "Do you think I dare?" The voice of Master Chunyang was like cold iron, and his eyes were as sharp as sword light. His patience was almost exhausted, especially after getting evidence from his old friend, Wudang was still making excuses. This attitude of confusing right and wrong made it difficult for him to control his impulse. “I’ll say this one last time, Brother Zhou. Hand over the Fenghou Scripture and depose Wang Ye. We will never pursue Wudang any further!” The head of the Qingjing sect also spoke at this moment. His hair was gray and he stroked his beard and sighed. "." Zhou Meng lost his voice, he had a severe headache, looking at the posture of the head of Chunyang Sect, it was definitely not empty, with the help of the old head of Tiebanxian, they might have known the exact location of Wang Ye, and the cave also had three brothers who failed in the practice of Fenghou. Once they were found there, there would be a bloody fight. He neither had the courage to stop the two angry masters, nor was he willing to hand over Feng Hou and destroy the cultivation of the little guy Wang Ye. Just when he was hesitating, the old head of Tiebanxian seemed to see what was bothering him. He pulled his friend aside and suggested: "In my opinion, why don't we both take a step back?" "After the storm, the property has been returned to its original owner. As for that young man, from now on, you Wudang must expel him from the sect, instead of trying to cover up the truth. His life and death will be decided by him. How do you think?" This condition seems to be a concession, but in fact it is even more excessive than the one proposed by Chunyang. The former can live by abandoning his cultivation, while the latter will be expelled from the sect. If he is found secretly, he will surely die. The negotiation skills of the old leader of Tiebanxian were indeed brilliant, and they also met Zhou Meng's bottom line of compromise. After weighing the pros and cons, the old man wavered. Then, the head of the Qingjing Sect ordered his disciples to leave and wait outside the house; Taoist Master Yunlong also left with his fellow Wudang brothers, leaving only four old men in the huge hall. Zhou Meng looked at the few people, still making a final effort, and said: "I'll give you the Fenghou map you asked for;" "It's just the little guy's matter. We need to discuss it further. My Wudang's good seedlings are not guilty of death. Guys, I will not back down on this step."
Seeing that he had given in, the two masters, Chunyang and Qingjing, narrowed their eyes slightly and made a new request: "Okay, as long as he doesn't use Fenghou anymore and doesn't pass it on to outsiders, we won't cause him any trouble." "Really?" Zhou Meng frowned. "You and I can make a solemn oath and keep the recording of today's conversation. If one of us breaks it first in the future, it will be obvious to everyone." It was difficult for Master Chunyang to investigate what had already happened. He knew that Zhou Meng was here today, and unless he stepped over the other party's corpse, the other party would never let him touch that junior. "Fellow Daoist Zhou, how is it?" "We have done our utmost to this extent." Master Qingjing sighed. "it is good." Afterwards, Zhou Meng turned on his cell phone and swore a solemn oath to each of them. The two sides reached a temporary settlement. Wudang had to hand over Feng Hou and destroy the scriptures. It was not allowed to allow any younger generations to practice. The Chunyang and Qingjing sects would not deliberately target Wang Ye. "Fellow Daoist Zhou, tell me the truth, how many disciples of your Wudang are still practicing Fenghou?" Facing the concerns of the head of Chunyang Sect, Zhou Meng sneered and admitted: "No, this evil thing can easily cause death." "I've made it clear to you in advance that I definitely didn't tamper with the Fenghou Diagram, but if anyone practices it and becomes possessed or dies suddenly, don't frame Wudang." The head of Chunyang Sect did not believe his lies. He had previously claimed that Wang was not in Wudang, but that was just a clumsy lie to cover up the truth. Thinking of this, he said fearlessly: "Whether or not there has been any manipulation is not something you can just say. Fellow Daoist Zhou, I beg you to bring out the Fenghou Map first. We have our own way to verify it." "There is no need to lie. This is too immoral. If I say I will return it to you, it doesn't necessarily mean it is a good thing." Zhou Meng murmured softly, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes. He reached into his arms, took out a roll of drawings that had been prepared long ago, and slowly placed it on the table. "The Fenghou Qimen is right here." "It has a strong influence on people. For those with weak cultivation and who cannot understand it, it can be considered as saving their lives. If they can understand it, it is no different from being trapped in a quagmire." When Zhou Meng said this, he thought of his three senior brothers who had been killed, and suddenly felt a little sad. "Is it?" When the head of Chunyang Sect wanted to spread out the Fenghoutu to inspect it, Zhou Meng grabbed his wrist. "If you want to watch it, there is no need to rush. Wait until you leave Wudang and watch it." Zhou Meng was really afraid of this headmaster. If Lian Feng died in Wudang, that would be troublesome. After all, once you take a look at this stunt, you’ll be doomed, and it will be extremely difficult to get out of it. "it is good." Then, the old head of Tiebanxian took out a can of yellow-brown potion, shook it a few times, and smiled faintly at Zhou Meng: "Water of Truth, Fellow Daoist Zhou, you should have heard of it, right?" ".Heard it." Zhou Meng knew that this potion came from the sorcerers in southern Xinjiang. When it was dripped on one's skin, the words spoken could be distinguished as true or false. The true words were colorless, while the false words were red. He took the initiative to hand it over, and the old head of Tiebanxian tilted the mouth of the bottle, and a few drops of green liquid fell out.
"despair" "despair" Under the gaze of the three people, Zhou Meng said slowly: "The Fenghou Diagram I gave you has no changes or omissions. As long as you have enough understanding and concentration, you can practice it." Finished. The skin on his palm that was stained by the potion gradually changed from grass green to colorless. The two old masters, Chunyang and Qingjing, suddenly relaxed their slightly frowned brows, and their doubts were completely dispelled. (End of this chapter)