October 4th
Yunxiao Sect holds a monthly elders meeting.
The reason why it was two days later than usual was because Gu Xianzi from the Chuangong Academy and Feng Zhenren from the Law Enforcement Academy were practicing a certain technique, while the other had recently gained insights and went into seclusion.
However, this method, under the strict orders of the sect, only lasted for two days before he had to leave.
That's right, this time, except for the Demon Control Hall, Kuang Zhenren, who needs to defend against the demons and is not allowed to leave, the people who come to the other halls are Jin Dan himself, not the true disciples.
This is the genuine article, the real sect elders’ church!
Because, in today’s meeting, the Supreme Ancestor of Yunxiao Sect and True Lord Xiling will also appear!
No one dares to underestimate the importance of meetings.
The location was also changed to Yunxiao Peak, in the Jiuxiao Palace that was empty all year round.
In a quaint and old hall, more than a dozen people were sitting on their seats, some drinking spiritual tea, some closing their eyes to meditate, and all of them looked very worried.
Kuang Husheng, who has always been out-tempered, was sitting upright among all the Jindan masters, not daring to breathe.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of slightly hasty footsteps came. Wei Biao took three steps and two steps at a time, and appeared at the door of the hall.
"Ancestor has arrived -" he sang in a low voice, then bowed slightly and stood at the door.
Everyone stood tall and looked respectful.
A fat man with a round face and a rosy complexion and a slightly older appearance walked in with a smile.
Judging from the way he walks and the look on his face, it seems that he is not the Nascent Soul Lord who holds the highest power of the Yunxiao Sect and is in charge of 700 million people and hundreds of thousands of monks in Jiuzhou!
Just an old farmer who just came back from the fields.
However, in front of the old farmer, the eleven normally aloof Jindan Masters lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, clasped their fists in their hands, and sang: "Welcome to you, ancestor!"
Yan Xiling smiled broadly and nodded slightly. In everyone's eyes, this nod was only directed at him, and the ancestor seemed to value himself particularly.
The ancestor of Xiling sat down at the top and said nothing. He closed his eyes and made a slight sound, as if he was asleep.
Here Wei Biao stood under him, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
"Elders, since we discussed the reinforcements three years ago, the leader has yet to achieve anything. The ancestor said that he has been busy practicing in recent years and has become somewhat alienated from you. I don't know what concerns you have."
"So today, in front of our ancestors, everyone will tell us one by one, what important things are there, and why can't we go to Hanzhou!"
He was obviously relaying the ancestor's meaning word for word. Although his tone was calm, every real person felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.
After delaying until now, the ancestor finally got angry.
It seems that this candidate will definitely be selected today. But, who will be the unlucky guy?
There was silence in the hall. Some looked at others, some turned into stone statues, and some bowed their heads in meditation, but no one dared to stand up and be the one to take the lead.
The buzzing sound paused slightly, and the ancestor of Xiling opened his eyes and slowly scanned the whole place. The sudden fierce momentum made everyone's chest suffocate.
His eyes finally fell on the leader:
"Zhengli, you should be the first to speak. No more than a quarter of an hour for each person."
After saying that, without waiting for Hong Zhengli's reply, he tilted his head and seemed to fall asleep again.
Headmaster Hong responded, took a deep breath, and returned to his composure, calm and unfazed.
He then talked eloquently, from the current situation of the sect, to the various challenges it faced, to his own handling of the situation from a high position, for a quarter of an hour, and the time was exactly the same.
After he finished speaking, everyone looked up, but they could only hear a loud roar, and they didn't know if the ancestor heard it.
Head Hong was a little embarrassed. He coughed slightly and pointed at his subordinate, asking him to continue.
The second person was Yin Luxiang. He had obviously prepared a draft during this time and made an impassioned speech. The general idea is that the Zhenguo Hall manages a very wide territory, and the situation in various places is complicated, and there are even secret troubles caused by the Qin State. I work hard every day and don't dare to slack off at all. Under his management, Xu Guo's government has been harmonious and the weather has been smooth in recent years.
It's also stuck for a quarter of an hour.
The roar from the main seat was still there.
After him, Feng Ao, the director of the Law Enforcement Academy, Gu Yanxi, the director of the Chuan Gong Academy, Shuihong Zhenren of the Baoyuan Palace, Dai Chenghong of the Alchemy Academy, Mu Risheng of the Fu Zhen Academy, Lan Yuanyan of the Hundred Beasts Palace, Zhenyao Tan Xianzi from Dian Tan, Yan Chengye from Yangwei Dian, and Fan Hong from Sutra Collection Hall spoke in turn.
The content is similar, and they all explain their own importance. If he leaves, the things he manages will inevitably go wrong. Wouldn't that cause trouble to the sect?
As for the speaking time, everyone except Fan Hong had no more than a quarter of an hour. Obviously, these real people control time very accurately.
As for Fan Hong, he is already a thousand years old and very old. Even if he goes to Hanzhou, he will not be able to play a big role. If he fell accidentally, it would be a great loss to the sect's reputation. So almost no one thought he should go, and he himself didn't care.
He only spent a few breaths of time.
After more than an hour of arguing, everyone looked at the ancestor's position again. This time, the buzzing finally stopped.
The ancestor of Xiling opened his sleepy eyes and asked Wei Biao beside him:
"What time is it?"
Wei Biao respectfully replied: "It's time to report back to our ancestors."
"Take a break for half an hour and discuss it later."
As soon as his eyes closed, the roar started again.
Everyone immediately looked at each other, wondering which song the ancestor was singing.
It was hard to do anything for half an hour. With the cultivation level of these people, it might only take a few days to meditate, so it is absolutely impossible to do so at this time.
They also dare not move around casually for fear of offending the one above them. Of course it doesn't matter if it is normal. At this time, who knows what the consequences will be!
So everyone sat down solemnly, and no one even spoke to their neighbors.
At this time, Wei Biao clapped his hands, and two female disciples in white walked in quietly and stood in front of him.
Each of them held a square plate in their hands, with a stack of jade slips neatly stacked inside.
"This is Hanzhou information compiled by the Disciple Mingtang Reporting Department, including the changes and predictions of the Demon Cloud Crack, battle reports in recent years, the current staffing of the Demon Control Palace, etc. Please comment, elders."
After saying that, the two female disciples presented the jade slips one by one from the left and right sides.
Except for Yinluxiang of Zhenguodian Hall, other real people did not have the habit of reading Tongbao every day. If there is really something important, the people below will naturally report it to them when they see it. What do you usually spend your time on?
But at this time, it’s time to have nothing to do, and this is obviously the ancestor’s intention. Who dares to disobey?
So they all picked up the jade slips, put them on their foreheads, and read them carefully.
Although with their spiritual consciousness, they can still read even if they sit still, doesn't this seem solemn?
Looking, looking, someone said softly, "Hey", with a strange smile on his face.
