I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 146 Disturbance in the Hall of Punishment (please subscribe~~)

Yimao year, Gengchen month, Jiaxu day.

February twenty-ninth in the lunar calendar.

There are no restrictions.

Maoshan.

In front of the antique seven-story tower.

Three hundred yellow-clothed Taoist priests with wooden swords on their backs and banners facing each other face to face, divided into two rows, three steps apart, from the door to the mountain pass, like steel sculptures poured on both sides of the aisle.

Behind the Taoist priests in yellow clothes, a Taoist priest in green clothes waited silently with bells, chimes, drums, flutes, sheng, pipa and other musical instruments.

A foreigner disciple who received the news had just climbed up the mountain pass when he was startled by the [-] Taoist priests in front of him, so he didn't dare to go forward.

"What are you doing standing here, let's go!" A senior Daoist came here with his fly whisk and shouted.

"Uncle Seven, we have never seen any of these people. They don't seem to be disciples of our Wai Mao?" A little Taoist priest asked in a low voice among the crowd.

"Yes, and no." The elder Daoist chuckled, flicked his whisk, and walked to the aisle first.

A group of little Taoist priests were dumbfounded.

What's the difference between saying this fart and not saying it?
Fortunately, someone took the lead, so they didn't panic anymore. They quickly followed behind each other, passed the Taoist priests in yellow and green clothes who didn't even blink, and came to the square in front of the tower.

Two quarters of an hour.

Uncle Jiu brought Simu, Qianhe, Xu Jiping, Qin Yao and more than [-] disciples to the mountain pass. He was startled when he saw the [-] guests on both sides of the road.

"Brother, this is..." Looking carefully at these weird Taoist priests with four eyes, an astonishing guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

Uncle Jiu nodded incredulously: "It's all paper figurines."

The four eyes praised: "Scattering beans into soldiers... The master is so generous."

"After all, Maoshan's largest disciplinary department was established, so there is still a reason for this." Qin Yao chuckled.

"Be careful in front of the sect master and fellow disciples later." Uncle Jiu kept walking, but turned his head to warn.

He was worried that Qin Yao would quarrel with Shi Jian in public, even if there were reasons, he would easily be labeled as ignorant of his dignity.

Some things can only be done, not said.

Some things, he said it was okay, but Qin Yao said it was not.

This line is called rules, and there is no such thing as a circle without rules.

"Meet senior brother."

"Greetings to Uncle Shi (Uncle Shi)."

……

In a blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu led people to the tower of the punishment hall, and all the fellow disciples gathered here saluted and greeted him.

Father is more expensive than son, and as Qin Yao's business scale gradually spread in Wai Mao, Uncle Jiu's status in Wai Mao began to rise continuously.

Different from Nei Mao who pursues the Dao and treats money like dung, Wai Mao is more down-to-earth, and silver paper has an irreplaceable position in the hearts of Wai Mao's disciples.

Uncle Jiu kept smiling and nodding his head. He hadn't laughed as much in the past six months as he did today, and his face was almost sour.

But there is no way, with his temperament, he can't ignore other people's warm smiles.

Compared with him, Shi Jian was much colder, striding forward with a group of subordinates expressionless, making most of the fellow disciples daunting.

Put on the prestige of the elders of the punishment hall.

"Pretentious!" Four eyes mocked softly.

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said nothing, but his four eyes immediately shut up and looked straight ahead.

Three quarters of an hour.

Dressed in a red cassock, the old master with a snow-white dust whisk in his palm came striding forward with a group of senior elders. The Taoist priests who whispered to each other in the square suddenly trembled, and the world fell silent for an instant.

"There is no rule without rules, and it is difficult to correct the six rhythms without the five tones."

In the silence, following the old headmaster's clarification of the purpose, the opening ceremony of the Maoshan Torture Hall officially began.

"Since Patriarch Sanmao opened up the Maoshan sect, he established rules and gradually became a patriarchal clan. All Maoshan disciples must abide by the precepts in the sect. If there is any violation, the master will be punished. The crime is serious, clean up the sect.

Time flies like a bird, and the world is like a new chess game. Today, in order to maintain the sacred mission of sect rules and disciplines, it is the general trend for sects of all religions to establish punishment halls. Now there is Chen Qingyan, the head of Wai Mao, who is planning for the development of Maoshan , In line with the tide of the times, the Maoshan torture hall was established, the altar was opened to burn incense, and the heaven and the earth were told, and the ancestors and martyrs were invited to bear witness. "

Speaking of this, Chen Qingyan glanced at the fellow disciples, and then looked up at the sun: "The auspicious time has come, the door of the punishment hall is open!"

As soon as the voice fell, three hundred paper man Taoist priests with various musical instruments played the movement neatly, solemnly and solemnly, and the huge and deep music resounded through the sky, deafeningly deafening.

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere raised the flags and flags in the hands of the Taoist priests in yellow. The flags and flags fluttered, and the flags rippled like water ripples, as if God had given a response.

The vermilion gate of the seven-story tower opened slowly, and everyone looked into it curiously. They saw tables and desks neatly placed in the spacious and bright hall, and the aisle leading to the stairs in the middle divided it into two. block area.

"This is the layout from the first floor to the seventh floor. Shi Jian, you are on the left, and Lin Jiu, you are on the right. Don't fight and don't grab it. Don't make any jokes because of the seat grabbing, which will affect the majesty of the punishment hall." The head of the sect looked at Shi Jian and Uncle Jiu, and said in a deep voice.

As a competent leader, he has a clear understanding of the undercurrents between the Shi Jian faction and the Lin Jiu faction in the past two days. Close the door of the punishment hall and dare to fight, no matter who loses or wins, the one who suffers will be Wai Mao Dazong.

Shi Jian frowned, dissatisfied with the result.

The four eyes turned to look at him, with a sneer in his heart, knowing what he was thinking.

"Yes, head." Uncle Jiu responded calmly, cupping his hands.

If he were in the position of head of the sect, he would make the same choice for the sake of peace in the sect.

"Shi Jian, do you have an opinion?" The old master asked quietly.

Shi Jian was startled, and hurriedly said, "I have no objection."

The old master nodded and said: "Shi Jian, the eighty-seventh generation disciple of Maoshan, has made outstanding achievements and is loyal. Today, he is actually conferred the position of elder of the punishment hall. I hope you will work hard to govern, live up to everyone's expectations, and take charge of the punishment hall department."

Shi Jian took a long breath, and his heart gradually filled with pride and joy.

Although people continue to add sand to his success, judging from the final result, he is still the winning party.

The seized opportunities turned into swords and guns, coupled with the status and righteousness of the elders of the punishment hall, were enough to drive away Lin Jiu's grassroots team.

"Yes, disciple Shi Jian, thank you for your trust and support." According to common sense, Shi Jian should bow at this time to show his kindness, but the reality is that he just bowed his hands, even if he accepted it. The identity and authority of the elders of the punishment hall.

In the crowd, several senior Taoist priests kept their expressions on their faces. If they hadn't looked at the master still smiling, they would have opened their mouths to scold them now...

(End of this chapter)