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Chapter 402 The True Presbyterian Church
fourth day of october
Yunxiaozong held a monthly elder meeting.

The reason why it was postponed by two days than usual is that it is said that Gu Xianzi from Chuan Gong Yuan and Feng Zhenren from the Law Enforcement Court were deducing a certain technique, and the other had recently realized something and went to retreat one after another.

However, under the strict order of the Zongmen, this method only persisted for two days before he had to leave the customs.

That's right, this time at the Elders' Meeting, apart from Master Kuang of the Yumo Palace who had to defend against the demons and was not allowed to leave, all the other halls and courtyards came from Jin Dan himself, not true disciples.

This is the real thing, the real sect elders!

Because, at today's meeting, the ancestor of Yunxiaozong Taishang, Zhenjun Xiling will also appear!
No one dares to underestimate the importance of the meeting.

The location was also changed to Yunxiao Peak, in the Nine Heavens Palace, which has been empty all year round.

In a quaint and old hall, more than a dozen people are sitting on their seats, some are drinking spirit tea, some are resting with their eyes closed, all of them appear to be preoccupied.

Kuang Husheng, who has always been eccentric, sat upright among a group of Jindan real people, not daring to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Wei Biao appeared at the entrance of the main hall in three steps at a time.

"The old ancestor is here-" he sang in a low voice, then bowed slightly, and stood by the door.

Everyone stood up with respectful expressions.

A fat man with a rosy complexion and a slightly aged round face walked in with a smile.

Judging by his walking posture and the expression on his face, it seems that he is not the Yuanying Zhenjun who holds the highest power of Yunxiaozong, who is in charge of [-] million people in Kyushu and hundreds of thousands of monks!
Just an old farmer just back from the field.

However, in front of this old farmer, the eleven Jindan Daoists who were usually aloof from above all lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, clasped their fists in their hands, and sang in their mouths: "Welcome Patriarch!"

Yan Xiling smiled and nodded slightly.In everyone's eyes, this nod was just for him, and the ancestor seemed to take him very seriously.

The patriarch of Xiling sat down on the head and didn't speak. 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 discussing the matter of reinforcements three years ago, the leader has not come to any conclusion yet. The ancestor said that he has been busy with his cultivation these years, and he has been a little estranged from you. I don't know what concerns you have."

"So today, everyone will talk about it one by one in front of the ancestor, what is the important thing, why can't you go to Hanzhou!"

Every word he said was obviously conveying the meaning of the ancestor, although his tone was calm, every real person's heart trembled 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 this unlucky guy?

The hall was silent.Some looked at others, some turned into stone statues, some bowed their heads in thought, but no one dared to stand up and be the leader.

There was a slight pause in the sound, and the ancestor of Xiling opened his eyes, and slowly scanned the audience, the sudden icy aura choked everyone's chest.

His gaze finally landed on the Sect Leader:
"Zheng Li, you should be the first to speak. Each person should not exceed a quarter of an hour."

After finishing speaking, before Hong Zhengli could reply, he tilted his head and seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Sect Leader Hong responded, took a deep breath, and returned to his calm, unfazed appearance.

He immediately talked eloquently, from the current situation of the sect, the various challenges it faced, to his handling of it like a strategic plan, for a quarter of an hour eloquently, the time was exactly right.

After he finished speaking, everyone looked up, but they could only hear loud voices there, and they didn't know if the ancestor had listened.

Head Hong was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, pointed to the person under him, and told him to continue.

The second person was Yin Luxiang, who obviously had already prepared a draft within this period of time, and he also made a generous speech.The general idea is that the territory of Zhen Guodian is very wide, and the situation in various places is complicated, and there are even secret incidents of Qin State.I work hard every day and dare not slack off in the slightest.Under his management, Xu Guo's government has been smooth and harmonious, and the weather has been smooth and so on.

It was also stuck for a quarter of an hour.

The sound from the main seat is still there.

After him, Feng Xun, the president of the Executive Court, Gu Yanxi, the president of the Chuangong Academy, Shuihong Daoist from Baoyuan Hall, Dai Chenghong from the Pill Art Academy, Mu Risheng from the Fuzhen Academy, Lan Yuanxi from the Hundred Beasts Hall, Zhenyao Dian Tan Xianzi, Yangwei Dian Yan Chengye, and Zangjing Dian Fan Hong spoke in turn.

The content is similar, and they all explain their own importance.If he left, the management of this mess might go wrong, wouldn't that cause trouble for the sect?
As for the speaking time, except for Fan Hong, everyone had no more than a quarter of an hour. Obviously, these real people have very precise control over the time.

As for Fan Hong, he is already a thousand years old, and even if he goes to Hanzhou, he will not be able to play much role.If he accidentally falls, it will greatly damage the reputation of the sect.So almost no one thinks he should go, and he doesn't care.

He only spent a few breaths of time.

After more than an hour of defending, everyone looked at the ancestor's position again. This time, the sound finally stopped.

The patriarch of Xiling opened his sleepy eyes and asked Wei Biao beside him:

"What time is it?"

Wei Biao replied respectfully: "It's time to report back to our ancestors."

"Take a break for half an hour and discuss later."

When the eyes were closed, there was another loud noise.

Everyone immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering which song the ancestor sang.

It's not easy to do anything for half an hour.With the cultivation base of these people, it may take a few days to sit in meditation, so it is absolutely impossible at this time.

They didn't dare to walk around casually, for fear of offending the one above.If it is normal, of course it doesn't matter. At this time, who knows what the consequences will be!

So everyone sat in awe, not even talking to their neighbors.

At this moment, Wei Biao clapped his hands, and two female disciples in white came in lightly and stood still in front of him.

They each held a square plate in their hands, inside which were stacks of jade slips neatly stacked.

"This is the Hanzhou information compiled by disciple Mingtang Reporting Section, including the changes and forecasts of the cracks in the magic cloud, the battle reports in recent years, the current staffing of the Demon Palace, etc. Elders please comment."

After finishing speaking, the two female disciples presented the jade slips one by one from the left and right sides.

Except for Yinlu Lane in Zhenguo Palace, the other real people did not have the habit of reading Tangbao every day.If there is something important, the people below will naturally report it to them when they see it. What do you usually spend this time on?
But at this time, it's nothing to do, and this is obviously the meaning of the ancestor, who dares to disobey?

So they all held up the jade slips, pasted them on their foreheads, and read them carefully.

Although with their spiritual sense, even if they sit still, they can still read, but doesn't this seem solemn?

Watching, watching, someone let out a soft "Huh", with a strange smile on his face.

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(End of this chapter)