Faced with Rong Jiaojiao's teasing, Song Xing gave her a thoughtful look and responded with a smile: "Your master mentioned you before, saying that although you are young, you have made a lot of achievements in Luoyang Temple over the years. It’s quite the demeanor of my senior brother back then.”
When Rong Jiaojiao saw that Song Xing did not answer her words, she looked at Song Xing secretly and said with a sweet smile: "Uncle Master, you really praise Jiaojiao. I am a weak woman, what great things can I do? I wonder what great things I can do." My father had to take care of the secular affairs in Luoyang these years."
Song Xing nodded: "Senior brother has indeed worked hard these years. Master also often said that senior brother is the best at handling the secular affairs of the temple. If the master hadn't left so suddenly, I really wouldn't dare to disturb senior brother. If Luoyang can't live without senior brother, sacrifice to him After paying homage to Master, nephew, you and senior brother should leave first, and don’t delay the affairs of the temple."
The smile on Rong Jiaojiao's face froze, she glanced at Song Xing angrily, and said: "The secular affairs at the foot of the mountain are not as important as worshiping the master. The master left in a hurry this time, and his father was worried about the audience. He broke the rules and rushed here to take charge of the overall situation, how could he just walk away?"
Song Xingdan said calmly: "Everything in the temple is fine. I won't bother you, nephew."
Before Rong Jiaojiao could speak again, Li Zhenzong's figure appeared at the door outside the palace. He was still far away, and his loud voice came over: "I heard that Bichen is back?"
Nodding towards Song Xing, Li Zhenzong seemed not to see Rong Jiaojiao and walked directly into the main hall where the coffins were placed.
Bichen was kneeling in front of the coffin to pay homage to Song Wenshao.
Although he came back this time to compete for the position of the master of Laojun Temple, Song Wenshao was his mentor after all. He had treated him well for decades, and it was still necessary to burn incense.
Hearing Li Zhenzong's voice, Bichen stood up and saluted Li Zhenzong again: "It turns out that my uncle is back too."
Li Zhenzong rolled his eyes strangely: "Such a big thing happened in the temple, how could I not come back? But you disciples, if something happened and Mr. Song was alone in the temple, how did you do it?"
Hearing Li Zhenzong's unreasonable remarks, Bichen almost died of anger, but Li Zhenzong was an elder, so he could only hold back his anger and said: "It's my nephew's fault. As soon as I received the news, I rushed back because I was afraid of Master." Without him, there is no one in charge of the overall situation."
Li Zhenzong looked at Bichen and was about to speak again, but Song Xing was the first to say, "Uncle, senior brother and I are tired from traveling and traveling. It must be hard work. Why don't we let them rest first? It's not too late to talk about anything you have to say later."
Pichen saw that Li Zhenzong was also there, and knew that now was not a good time to attack, so he followed the trend and said: "Master treated me with great kindness during his lifetime. Now that something like this has happened, how can I rest peacefully? I will keep vigil for Master for seven days." , a brief expression of filial piety.”
Li Zhenzong sneered: "Senior brother, I didn't see how filial you were when you were alive, but now that you are dead, you have shown your filial piety."
Pichen was a sophisticated and profound man, and did not argue with him. He knelt in the mourning hall and insisted on keeping filial piety for Song Wenshao.
While the two sides were fighting, the Taoist boy came to report, and the second and third disciples of Laojun Guan came back at the same time.
After a while, I saw two groups of people hurriedly arriving outside the door.
On the left is a tower-like man with a burly build, broad shoulders and round waist. Under thick black eyebrows, his eyes are shining like a tiger or a wolf. He looks like an eagle and a wolf, and his face is fierce.
The person on the right is in his thirties, dressed as a Taoist with a long sword on his back, a washed white Taoist robe on his body, a Ruyi Taoist scarf on his head, white socks and Qingyun shoes, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dot of cinnabar on his forehead as red as blood. .
Song Xingxing walked up to the two of them, raised his hands to the big man on the left and said, "Second Senior Brother."
Then he turned to the man and said, "Third Senior Brother."
The visitors were none other than Song Wenshao's second disciple Mu Jiangyin and his third disciple Liu Qingshan.
Mu Jiang Yinming's official identity is that he is the leader of the Dajiang Gang, the largest gang in Luoyang City, while Liu Qingshan's official identity is that he is the host of Baiyun Temple outside Luoyang City. Because he is good at divination, he is widely loved by the nobles in Luoyang City. sought after.
Mu Jiangyin looked very indifferent to Song Xing's greeting, nodded and walked past Song Xing towards Bichen. On the contrary, Liu Qingshan smiled slightly at Song Xing, showing a hint of kindness.
In the Demon Sect, the so-called brotherhood is not worth mentioning at all. Mu Jiangyin's indifference did not mean that he was malicious, and Liu Qingshan's kindness did not mean that he had a great impression of Song Xing.
Faced with Mu Jiangyin's indifference, Song Xing didn't take it seriously and followed Mu Jiangyin into the hall with Liu Qingshan.
It wasn't until he saw Li Zhenzong here that Mu Jiangyin's arrogant expression calmed down slightly, and he and Liu Qingshan started to worship Song Wenshao's coffin.
"Junior brother, when master died, you were the only one beside him. Did master explain anything before his death?"
After paying homage, Mu Jiangyin asked straight to the point.
Looking at the rough-faced second senior brother, Song Xing relied on the few impressions in his mind to judge the intention of what he said at this moment.
Although Mu Jiangyin looks rough, he is able to control the huge Dajiang Gang. If someone thinks he has a rough personality, they are totally wrong.
When Song Wenshao was chatting with Song Xing during his lifetime, he once said that as his second disciple, he was born with a pig-like face and a bright heart. In terms of scheming and means, he was not inferior to the other two disciples.
Song Xingdan said calmly: "Master's body was still cold. The second brother came up and asked what the master's last words meant."
Mu Jiangyin glanced at Li Zhenzong next to him, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, don't get me wrong, aren't you concerned about Lao Jun's future? In recent years, the Yin Kui Sect has become the dominant family among the Holy Sect, and the Xie Ji Sect is also very ambitious. The status of Laojun Temple in the Holy Sect is getting worse and worse. The master was able to support it while he was still alive. Now that the master is gone, the Xieji Sect will definitely look at Laojun Temple with covetous eyes. Senior brother, I am also worried. "
Seeing what Mu Jiangyin said, Bichen stood up and said: "Second Junior Brother, you don't need to scare me with alarmist words. Although Laojun Guan has been in trouble many times in recent years, as a senior brother, he should inherit the legacy of his master. , Guangda Laojun looks at the lintel."
"With Uncle Li and all the junior brothers, Laojunguan will not be defeated."
Bichen said what he said, and he already claimed to be the master of Laojun's future temple. Mu Jiangyin just sneered when he heard this.
Bichen wanted to snatch the master of Laojun Temple, so why not him? Although Laojun Temple ranked last in the Demon Sect, after all, it has been inherited for thousands of years, and its foundation is not comparable to that of ordinary sects.
What's more, Laojun Guanzhen's secret book "Shangqing Huangshu Chuanyi" only has the opportunity to practice. Mu Jiangyin has been practicing martial arts for thirty years, and martial arts has already reached a bottleneck. Only "Shangqing Huangshu Chuanyi" Only then can he help him break through the bottleneck.
"Senior brother, what you said is wrong. Senior brother is usually distracted from managing secular affairs. Now he is a very important figure in the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce. How can he be suitable to be stationed at Qingyang Temple? However, junior brother, I have many disciples from the Dajiang Gang. I can send a group of disciples here to protect them. Qingyang has a comprehensive view."
In fact, both of them had good friends in the temple, so when they learned about Song Wenshao's death, they knew that Song Wenshao had given the temple master's token to Song Xing, but at this moment, neither of them mentioned it, pretending to be sheep. I don’t know.
"Okay, your master hasn't been buried yet, and you are arguing in front of his soul. What does it look like?"
Seeing that the two of them were talking more and more, Li Zhenzong said angrily.
"If you have anything to say, let's wait until senior brother is over for the first seven days."
The Demon Sect has always been indifferent to life and death, and there are not as many rules for handling funeral affairs as the common customs. Burying after seven days of resting is the rule of Laojun Guan, which is not so particular.
Seeing Li Zhenzong's anger, everyone present bowed down to admit their mistake and no longer bothered about Song Wenshao's last words.
Everyone knows clearly that seven days after the spirit has stopped, it will be the time to see the dead body.
