I train Batman in a horror world

Regarding the Maoshan Conference.

Bruce understood it as something akin to an emergency mobilization mechanism.

In his words, the police officer made a call for help and requested backup.

There may be some slight discrepancies, but the principle is the same.

And what Fowler said was—

This is called an arrow piercing the clouds, attracting thousands of troops to come and meet it!

That sounds rather extravagant.

This is true.

Upon seeing the signal, Uncle Nine immediately put down his work, changed into a yellow Taoist robe, and led them to the location of the summons.

On the road.

Perhaps because Uncle Nine was personally overseeing things, Holmes emerged from Bruce's collar.

"Looking at the Tai Chi symbol in the sky, do you feel anything?" Fore asked.

"What?" Bruce looked up, not understanding what Fol meant.

"Imagine this pattern transforms into the shape of a bat and then appears in the night sky above Gotham," Fowler whispered.

"You mean someone in Gotham needs you?" Bruce asked, glancing sideways.

"Why can't it be you? It's true that you want to change Gotham, but if someone asks for your help in the future, you can't just throw a 'W' into the sky, can you? That would just attract some girl from Paradise Island!" Foul muttered frantically.

Bruce didn't bother to respond; he was used to this guy's trash-talking.

However, Foul's words reminded him of his own Gotham.

Gotham would condone everything, but he decided to stop Gotham from condoning it.

He didn't know how much time he would need to spend preventing Gotham from acquiescing to this.

But what if a similar signal suddenly appeared in the Gotham night...?

Is this a request for help?

Or perhaps... a silent deterrent?

Bruce remembered something that Fowler had said when they first met.

Instead of overcoming fear, become... fear!

"I think I understand what you meant," Bruce suddenly said.

Which sentence are you referring to?

"Never mind what I said."

......

When Bruce arrived at the place where the Maoshan Conference was being held with Uncle Nine.

He discovered that there were more Taoist priests gathered here than he had imagined.

So many Taoist priests gathered together, especially on the Ghost Festival.

Bruce inexplicably felt that the ghosts wandering around tonight were actually... pitiful?

When his baby arrived, he didn't say a word and huddled inside his clothes.

"I've already given them plenty of face; they've shown me more than enough respect!"

"You're just afraid they'll take you in, aren't you!"

"Are you kidding me? You think I'm afraid of that?!"

"hehe."

Bruce stopped communicating with Fowler and instead silently observed the Taoist priest in the room.

He had originally thought he would see Master Four Eyes, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, but the other man wasn't there.

Maybe... she's still selling products through live streaming.

Bruce thought to himself, and then he heard one of the Taoist priests in the room explain why the Maoshan Conference was being held.

"Fellow disciples, due to my negligence and my disciple's incompetence, all the ghosts in our area have come out..."

"If we don't bring them back in time, I'm afraid they'll be haunted everywhere after Ghost Festival..."

As the Taoist priest finished speaking, Bruce's two senior brothers, Wencai and Qiusheng, secretly chuckled:

"This isn't just incompetent, I think it's downright stupid!"

"...Don't forget, you guys were planning to go see a ghost play at the theater tonight!" Bruce said speechlessly.

He had a strange feeling.

That is, if I hadn't told these two senior brothers that tonight's performance was for ghosts, these two senior brothers would probably have caused some trouble!

After being told off by his junior brother Bruce, and then glared at by Uncle Nine.

Wencai and Qiusheng immediately shut up and didn't say a word.

"But catching so many ghosts is definitely not something I can do alone... so I humbly request the help of my fellow disciples..."

"..."

Just as Uncle Nine was about to say something, he felt a clean, fair hand tug at his sleeve.

He turned around and saw Bruce standing on tiptoe, whispering in his ear.

"Wouldn't it be better to use the Pre-Heaven Bagua Formation in this situation?"

That's what I think.

Uncle Nine nodded, then explained, "But we still have to wait for Senior Brother to come and make a decision."

Bruce's eyes lit up. He remembered that Uncle Nine had said that this senior brother's skill in thunder magic was very high. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to learn from him!

Uncle Nine seemed to see through his little scheme and smiled, "I'll talk to him after this is all over."

"That's great!"

Bruce's face was beaming with joy, and he thought to himself that he would have to work even harder to catch the ghost later!

A short while later.

The eldest brother mentioned by Uncle Nine arrived at this impromptu Maoshan gathering.

The senior disciple's attire was quite unusual. While Uncle Nine and the other Taoist priests wore yellow robes, he was wearing a black and white yin-yang robe.

Moreover, the moment the eldest brother appeared, the entire room fell silent.

Bruce looked at his senior brother, and his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

He didn't see wrong, did he?

It seems that the eldest master has...

Thinking this, Bruce secretly slipped his hand into his sleeve.

At the same time, Foul's voice echoed in his mind.

"You brat, the first thing you did when you saw your senior uncle wasn't to greet him, but to tell his fortune?!"

"This senior master seems to be shrouded in... resentment?"

As Bruce replied in a low voice, he suddenly felt a gaze as sharp as a weapon fall on him!

Then I looked up.

He discovered that it was his senior uncle who was squinting at him.

Bruce was startled, somewhat intimidated by the other party's aura.

"Do you think he's watching you or me?" Fowle asked.

"Both are possible," Bruce replied quietly.

This shouldn't be the case.

Why is there a trace of resentment clinging to him, the senior disciple of the sect?

After withdrawing his gaze, the eldest brother sat down in the main seat and immediately asked:

Why is this Maoshan Conference being held?

"Senior Brother, this was a momentary lapse of judgment on my part..." The Taoist priest who convened the meeting stood up and said.

"Can you really shirk responsibility for your poor teachings just by being careless? You called me here today, do you want me to take the blame for you?!"

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother..."

The eldest disciple snorted, glanced at the room full of fellow disciples, and then his gaze fell on the doll-like child behind Uncle Nine.

"If you can't teach your disciples effectively, it's best not to take them on at all, lest you get yourself into trouble!"

"My senior brother is right..."

Then the eldest brother asked his fellow disciples if they had come up with a solution. After deciding to use the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation to capture the ghost, he pondered for a while and then affirmed, "Okay, let's use the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation!"

It gives off a feeling that you're just leaving it here.

Having received a reply, the Taoist priests didn't hesitate and immediately went down the mountain to catch the ghost.

At the end of the meeting, Uncle Nine immediately asked Bruce:

What did you just do?

"I sensed an inappropriate resentment lingering around my senior master..." Bruce replied honestly.

"Resentment?" Uncle Nine wasn't skeptical of his foreign apprentice's talent.

Just as he was thinking, a shout rang out, making Uncle Nine turn around.

Uncle Nine discovered that it was his eldest brother who had brought his apprentice to say hello.

"Junior brother."

"Senior Brother..."

Bruce stood behind Uncle Nine, his eyes wide open.

Why would such overwhelming resentment appear in the disciple of the eldest master?!