With that said, Ding Busan took one step forward and struck down at Xue Song with a wave of his palm.
Ding Busan's palm was fierce and domineering, obviously coming to kill Xue Song.
I reacted and wanted to take action, but it was too late.
boom!
Ding Busan struck out with his palm, and then I heard the sound of his skull cracking. Xue Song was shaking all over, and blood flowed from his forehead.
I saw that Xue Song's eyes were almost bulging out, and his eyes when looking at Ding Busan were full of shock and disbelief.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Plop!
Xue Song fell heavily to the ground and refused to close his eyes.
After seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. None of us expected that Ding Busan would be so vicious. In order to preserve his reputation, he did not hesitate to kill his apprentice.
"Master Ding, what are you doing? Although Taoist Master Xue Song did something wrong, his crime will not lead to death!"
I couldn't help but said loudly to Ding Busan.
"Anyone who destroys the reputation of our mountain gate will die! This is the rule of our Shangqing sect."
Ding Busan said and gave me a cold look: "President Cheng, I hope you will not interfere in the affairs of our mountain gate."
At this moment, the disciples who had followed Xue Song down the mountain had long been frightened. They were kneeling on the ground one by one, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and begging endlessly.
"Master, we know we were wrong, please give us a chance!"
"Yes, it's the third senior brother who forced us to do this, and we don't want to!"
"Yes, this was all Third Senior Brother's idea. We really didn't know about it before!"
These disciples are also smart people, and they have obviously seen that Ding Busan used Xue Song as a scapegoat in order to preserve his reputation.
Anyway, Xue Song is dead, so let's just put all the blame on him. Dead people can't talk anyway.
"That's fine,"
Ding Busan pretended to be generous and said: "Since you are an accomplice, I will let you go this time."
"However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided!"
"All of you will have to bear fifty severances and shut yourself up for three months. If you do it again, you will not be leniently punished!"
When those disciples heard that they could save a life, they were immediately excited.
"Thank you Master, we have remembered it and will definitely not do it again in the future!"
Ding Busan waved his hand: "Take them away!"
Immediately, several inner disciples came and pulled the outer disciples out.
After doing all this, Ding Busan turned his head and gave me a proud look.
"President Cheng, it's really unfortunate for us that I made you laugh. I have already punished these scoundrels. I wonder if President Cheng is still satisfied?"
It has to be said that Ding Busan is really an old fox. After this operation, he has completely picked off himself and still maintains his image as a respected leader. He is indeed very cunning.
I looked directly into Ding Busan's eyes and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether I am satisfied or not. What matters is whether Master Ding can live up to his conscience."
Ding Busan was slightly startled, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, but he quickly covered it up.
"Haha, President Cheng is really good at joking. Pindao has always been strict with himself and never does anything against his will. Naturally, he will not offend his conscience."
Before I could answer, Ding Busan waved his hand: "Okay, even if this matter is in the past, let's not talk about it for now."
"It is rare for President Cheng to come to our Shangqing Sect once. Distinguished guests are here, so we must not lose our hospitality. Let Pindao entertain you well today."
After finishing speaking, Ding Busan called a few inner disciples, whispered to them, and then the disciples took the order and left.
"Guys, please!"
Ding Busan flicked his sleeves and made an invitation gesture to us.
Lonnie and the others looked at each other and without saying anything, followed Ding Busan and walked into the main hall in front.
The main hall enshrines the statues of the Sanqing gods, which are majestic. As Ding Busan walked, he introduced us to the history of the Shangqing sect's founding of Shanmen, and his words were full of pride.
However, his attitude towards me was much better than before.
But this is understandable. Although he had saved his reputation just now, he still had something in his heart. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the actions of those disciples were under his instructions.
He probably thought that he had the leverage in my hands, and with my current status, he didn't dare to be too arrogant.
"By the way, Master Ding, during the meeting at the headquarters a few days ago, I remember you said that Taoist Master Qianyang was ill and was recuperating in the mountain gate. I wonder if he is in the mountain gate now?"
When I mentioned Taoist Master Qianyang, an unnatural look suddenly flashed across Ding Busan's face.
"Well, Qianyang is seriously ill in bed now and it's inconvenient to see people. President Cheng, let's forget it for today."
I deliberately ran out of words and asked Ding Busan: "Master Ding, this is your fault. Master Qianyang is not only a disciple of your Shangqing sect, but also the backbone of our association. I have always been worried about him." It depends on his condition."
"It's so easy for us to come this time. Just let us go and see him. This way I won't have to worry all the time."
Lonnie and Bai Ze also agreed. Ding Busan could not refuse and could only grit his teeth and nod.
"Okay, then I will take you to see him. However, since he drinks medicine every day, the smell in the house may be a bit unpleasant, so you should just make do with it."
I smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter. As long as I can confirm that Master Qianyang is fine, I'll feel relieved."
"Okay, those guys come with me."
After that, Ding Busan took us out of the main hall, through the corridor, and to a wing in the next courtyard.
The door was closed, the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn inside. I couldn't see anything in the room. I even felt that not even a breath of air could pass through the room.
Ding Busan pushed the door open slightly and walked in first, and we followed closely and walked into the room.
The lights in the room were dim, and there was a bed in the corner. The curtains were drawn on the bed. Through the curtains, I could only see a vague figure lying inside, covered with a thick quilt.
"Qianyang, President Cheng and others are here to see you."
Ding Busan took a few steps forward and whispered to the figure in the curtain.
"Thank you, President Cheng, for taking care of me. I'm much better now."
Taoist Priest Qianyang huddled in the quilt, his voice a little weird.
"Taoist Priest Qianyang, how are you doing? Are you recovering soon?"
As I said that, I stepped forward and wanted to lift the curtain.
"President Cheng, don't move!"
Ding Busan hurried up and stopped my action.
