Chapter 1940 The Eight Immortals Gathering (22)

This discovery made me ecstatic and shouted again, "Hurry up, everyone, chant the mantra."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old men didn't know who they shouted, "Mr. Chen, you need to borrow your name and you will receive a reward afterwards."

Immediately afterwards, the old man in the whole hall shouted in unison, "Hurry up, don't kill everyone, hurry up and recite the curse. Palace Master Chen has a way to take everyone out alive."

When I heard this, I understood that the old man planned to use my name to soothe everyone's hearts.

To put it bluntly, although they are the youngest among this group of people, as long as they have worked in the coffin-carrying profession, they may not know the five major families, or the Yuan family, but they should have heard of my name.

To put it bluntly, I have been having fun in the coffin-carrying profession over the years.

In addition, the coffin holder circle is not big, so everyone tells me by word of mouth, so naturally I know my name.

I have to say that my name seems quite useful. After only less than a minute, the shouts of killing outside the main hall became smaller and smaller.

After a minute, there was no sound of killing, but only the catchy voice of the meditation curse.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, slowly got up, and looked outside the hall.

Besides, it’s not my turn to so many old people present.

After a full minute, Wang Muyang whispered: "Yes, just go over and ask."

But at this moment, Old He grabbed my arm.

"What's the matter?" I asked in a general interest.

As soon as I heard his voice, I immediately understood that the old man's voice was a little hoarse, and it was the great elder who had spoken to me before.

At this moment, Wang Muyang seemed to have finished reciting the meditation mantra nine times, and lowered his voice and said, "Chen Jiu, what are you looking at?"

Seeing this, I breathed a little relieved, and these old men did not fight.

"What does it mean?" I was a little confused, really didn't understand what he meant.

The stairs under the threshold were already flowing into blood, with seventeen or eighteen corpses lying across the ground, and the faces of the coffin holders were more or less stained with blood.

The Great Elder smiled slightly, "For human life is greater than heaven, and your generous words just now saved many people."

The old man saw me looking at him, smiled slightly and said indifferently: "Master Chen, this is the collective request of our Guangdong coffin holders. I hope you don't dislike our Guangdong temple."

He hurriedly said, "That's right, I want to ask you to be the lord of our Eight Immortals Palace in Guangdong."

I was a little disgusted with this, and it can even be said that I was a little disgusted with Mr. He as a whole, and I always felt that all of this had more or less the effect of Mr. He.

"Mr. Chen, I have something to ask for, please make sure to agree to me." Old He looked solemn.

So, I immediately rejected his request.

Now, I was even more confused.

In addition, among these coffin-carrying maker, I also found that one person was quite strange.

More importantly, Yuan Qingtian has been eyeing this position. If I were asked to sit in this position at this time, it would definitely be like a needle or needle.

Furthermore, Yuan Qingtian kidnapped Wen Xue.

But his intuition told me that he was not chanting the mantra of meditation.

Just as the elder was walking for a while, I carefully looked at the expressions of the other old men.

The situation is very complicated at the moment. There is a lunatic Yuan Qingtian outside and a dozen corpses inside. Why don’t they consider how to deal with the current affairs? Instead, they talk about the position of the palace master.

This person is the middle-aged man with disheveled hair that I saw when I came to this village.

This scared me so much that I quickly replied with a greeting and said, "Great Elder, I can't do it, I can't do it. You are a traitor."

I nodded and said, "Do you think he is from the Zhuge family?"

I glanced at him in confusion and asked, "Is there anything?"

I followed his eyes and saw that the old man was about 80 years old. He had silver hair, a hunched figure, but his eyes were very deep and very vivid.

As he spoke, he looked at me with his eyes and frowned and said, "What a strange person, all the people around him were stained with blood, but that person was alone."

With just one glance, my feet started to tremble and almost fell down.

If my behavior annoyed him, it would not have directly led to Wen Xue's death.

While speaking, he walked towards the man first. I thought about it for a while and planned to go over and ask.

Um?

Isn't this nonsense?

Now I am allowed to take the position of the Lord of the Eight Immortals Palace in Guangdong, which is completely pushing me to the ground.

When Mr. He saw that I refused, he didn't know what was going on, so he knelt down at me and said, "Mr. Chen, now that this kind of scene occurs, you can only take us out if you take the position of the Lord of the Eight Immortals Palace in Guangdong."

When I saw this situation, I didn’t dare to hesitate and continued to recite the mantra of meditation silently.

"Master Chen, I will first express my gratitude to you for your generous words just now on behalf of the Guangdong collective coffin carryr." The Great Elder bent down at me.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, the elder slowly moved towards me.

I smiled back, and my eyes never left his body.

I recited the meditation mantra almost nine times over and over again. When I felt my mouth was dry, I suddenly opened my eyes. The scenery that caught my eyes was particularly clear. I found that Wang Muyang was sitting on my left, constantly chanting the meditation mantra in my mouth, and Mr. He was sitting on my right.

Wang Muyang did not answer my question, but stared at the man tightly.

But seeing that the threshold of the main hall had been stained red with blood, even the door was only blood. Seven or eight middle-aged men were sitting on the ground, chanting the mantra of meditation loudly in their mouths.

Not far from me was a group of old men, who kept chanting the mantra of meditation.

But the man's eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth slowly squirmed, as if he was reciting the mantra of meditation.

Could it be that he is from the Zhuge family in Guangxi?

This thought flashed through, and I couldn't help but stare at the man for a while.

Instead of answering me directly, he looked at another old man.

What surprised me was that the man seemed to notice my eyes, slowly opened his eyes, smiled at me, and didn't say anything.

What made me feel relieved was that there were no casualties among the coffin holders I brought from Niumian Village. More than 30 of them were surrounded by Uncle Huang as the center.

There was no blood on his body, giving people a feeling that he was not stained by the sludge.

This is not what I want to see.

I keenly discovered that the old men looked at the great elder with great respect.

He seemed to be a little inconvenient to move and walked very slowly. Fortunately, an old man in his sixties stood beside him, supporting him all the way before he walked to me.

From this we can see that the Great Elder has a great prestige among these old men, and should be said to be highly respected.

After saying that, he came over and muttered in my ear.

When I heard this, I looked at him incredibly, and was about to speak.

He gave up at me and smiled and said, "Master Chen, you can know it yourself, you can't say it out."

While speaking, he stared at me and said again: "I wonder, are you willing to take up the position of the Palace Master of the Eight Immortals Palace in Guangdong now?"
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