Dayan first waste material

Breeze view.

Green smoke curls up, and Qingfeng Temple stands in the clouds, like a fairyland.

Today's Qingfeng Temple is very different. At this time of weekdays, the disciples of Qingfeng Temple who get up early will sit in front of the main hall to meditate quietly, but now there is no one in front of the main hall.

The elegant small courtyard is full of disciples wearing Taoist robes. There are six leaders, namely Wujing, Wuku, Wustruggle, Wudi, Wusad, and Wuang. They are all direct disciples of Daoist Chongde.

Daoist Chongde originally had seven direct disciples, and the seventh child died on the way back to Qingfeng Temple without worry. It was a girl named Shen Sitang who brought his body back.

The disciples of Qingfeng Temple did not dare to forget the scene of that day, nor did they dare to forget Shen Sitang's kindness to them.

Now that Dayan is in trouble, her benefactor, Shen Sitang, asks Qingfengguan for help. Everyone in Qingfengguan is willing to come out to help, but Qingfengguan has Qingfengguan's rules, and they dare not make their own decisions.

They have been kneeling here for an hour, but the Daoist Chongde still hasn't shown up.

Maybe that's his attitude, but they don't want to just give up.

Another hour passed, and some disciples could hardly hold on any longer, their bodies were on the verge of falling, some disciples pressed their lips tightly to hold on, some disciples leaned on each other, only the six direct disciples who were kneeling at the top were still standing upright Waist, motionless.

After a sigh, the door opened.

Daoist Chongde was wearing a purple Taoist robe, frowning and looking at the people outside the door.

"Are you asking the deity to abdicate?"

Wujing raised his eyes and looked at Master Chongde: "I don't dare, master, I implore master to come out of the mountain!"

"I implore master to come out of the mountain!" After Wujing's voice fell, the same voice rang out.

Daoist Chongde frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I know that you are grateful and want to help that girl Shen. Miss Shen is indeed kind to Qingfengguan, and I also understand your feelings for Wuchou. What did you think in the past? To help her, as a teacher, I turn a blind eye and close one eye, but now the relationship is so important, if I still follow you as a teacher, wouldn't I be stepping on the rules of Qingfengguan?"

"master!"

"Needless to say, since you are kneeling here, you should understand that Qingfengguan has never intervened in the disputes between the two countries. This is the rule of Qingfengguan in the past, and no one can break it!"

Wujing pursed her lips and didn't speak any more, but Wuku asked loudly: "Master, you and I are all people of Dayan, why can't we help Dayan when we are in trouble? Please tell me, Master!"

Master Chongde frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Qingfeng Temple has a history of thousands of years, and Dayan has ruled this continent for only 800 years. Who told you that we are all people of Dayan? No matter who is in charge of this world, Qingfeng The view is just the view of the breeze, it has never been the view of the breeze of Dayan, nor the view of the breeze of the Yaozu, can you understand the truth?"

Wuku took two steps on his knees, and still asked loudly: "Dare to ask, master, when the demon clan ruled this continent thousands of years ago, would the Qingfeng Temple have a bright future? The human race ruled this continent, and our Qingfeng Temple gradually found a way out. Today, Qingfeng Temple is Dayan's first temple, why is it not Dayan's Qingfeng Temple?"

"No suffering! Presumptuous!"

Daoist Chongde shouted angrily and flicked his sleeves, an invisible force knocked Wuku to the ground.

Wu Zheng, who was kneeling beside him, immediately stepped forward to help him: "Second Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Wuku shook his head, and looked at the stalwart figure unwillingly.

This is his master, he respects and fears him, but now he is inevitably somewhat disappointed.

Wujing glanced at Wuku, straightened his back and cupped his hands and said, "Master, the people of Great Swallow need us, and the disciples are not just trying to repay Miss Shen's kindness. If the master does not want to go out of the mountain, please allow the disciples to go to the battlefield , to contribute to Dayan."

"Wujing, you have always been the most sensible, even you have to embarrass yourself as a teacher?"

Wujing didn't answer this question directly, but bowed his head and shouted: "Please master!"

Everyone followed Wujing and prostrated himself to the ground: "Please allow me, master!"

"Presumptuous!" Daoist Chongde yelled angrily, pointing at the people kneeling in the courtyard, he said, "It's impossible to rebel!"

"Master." Wujing raised his eyes to look at Daoist Chongde, his voice choked with sobs: "Junior brother Wuchou was killed by thieves back then, if Miss Shen hadn't brought him back, he might have become a ghost. Master, you value Wuchou the most." You are worried about Junior Brother, aren’t you? If Junior Brother Wuchou is still there, he will go through fire and water for Miss Shen, you treat him like your own son, do you really have the heart to turn a blind eye to his benefactor’s pleas?"

Mentioning Wushou, Master Chongde was dazed for a moment.

After a while, he let out a long sigh: "Qingfeng Temple has the rules of Qingfeng Temple, and the rules cannot be broken. As disciples of Qingfeng Temple, you must not violate the iron law set by the master!"

"Master!" Everyone shouted in unison, their voices full of pleading.

"If you dare to be presumptuous again, the deity will expel you from the sect, so you will not be disciples of Qingfengguan. Where you want to go, who you want to help, this deity... can't control it."

The words of Master Chongde seemed to be some kind of hint.

Wujing reacted immediately, her eyes were red, but she still said: "Master, this disciple is not filial."

Daoist Chongde stared at him deeply, and said coldly after a while: "Since that's the case, being a teacher is perfect for you. From today onwards, you are no longer a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, nor a disciple of this deity."

The first sentence is still a teacher, and the second sentence is self-proclaimed as the deity. Wujing naturally understands the meaning of Chongde Daoist.

Wujing knelt down on the ground, choked with sobs and said, "Thank you, Master, for fulfilling the task."

Master Chongde reminded indifferently: "This deity is no longer your master."

Wujing's lips trembled, after all, he had no intention of changing his words.

Wu Ku waited for the others to realize this, and hurriedly followed their senior brother and said, "Master, this disciple is not filial."

Wu Zheng: "Master, this disciple is not filial."

No difficulty, no sorrow, no anger knelt down one after another: "Master, this disciple is not filial."

Immortal Chongde closed his eyes and waved his sleeves weakly: "Everyone... go."

Wuku and the others shouted loudly: "Thank you, Master, for fulfilling the task."

After all, they ignored Chongde Daoist's previous reminder about Wujing, and they were unwilling to change their words to him.

Wujing took his juniors and left Qingfeng Temple. The other disciples looked at each other and wanted to follow. Master Chongde saw through their thoughts and asked them to find their masters, the elders of Qingfeng Temple.

Not long after, the Qingfeng Temple was full of figures leaving with swords, and only Daoist Chongde and the elders were left in the bustling Qingfeng Temple.

One of the elders looked at the departing disciples and sighed: "Are these traitors really not afraid of death?"

Another elder laughed and said, "It means we teach very well, doesn't it, senior brother?"

All the elders looked at their big brother Chongde Daoist, who stood with his hands behind his back, his face was no longer angry, but pleased.