The conversation between Headmaster Ren and the representatives of the casual cultivators was very harmonious, and the pleasantries soon ended and they began to get down to business.
"All of you are the mainstays of the world of cultivating immortals. Although I, Zhongnanshan, am from a small sect, I am willing to do my best for the world of cultivating immortals."
Headmaster Ren looked calm, looked around at the monastic cultivators, and said slowly: "However, in recent years, there have been signs of spiritual energy recovery around the world, and overseas spiritual energy has become increasingly abundant.
However, the spiritual veins in my mountain have suffered from a serious disease and are getting thinner and thinner. I am afraid it will be difficult to sustain them.
This Yinxian Conference also wants to discuss with you, and I am afraid that the amount of spiritual energy and elixirs distributed in the future will be reduced by half."
As soon as these words were said, the expressions of the representatives of the casual cultivators could not help but change, and they looked at each other several times with different expressions.
"Headmaster Ren, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this."
A great monk with a scar on his head couldn't help but said: "In recent months, overseas spiritual energy has indeed fluctuated frequently, but the blessings and consequences are still unknown. It is really unkind for your sect to reduce the supply of spiritual energy and elixirs at this time."
Since someone takes the lead, others can't help but join in, and no one wants their share to be reduced.
"Yes, what Monk Haid said makes sense."
"Whether abnormal spiritual energy is good or bad for us needs further study."
"Even if the spiritual energy is really revived, we can't compete with those famous sects."
"So, in order to appease the cultivators, your sect should increase its share. Why reduce it?"
Among them was a woman with a purple crown who looked to be in her forties. She suddenly raised her eyebrows and stared at Headmaster Ren with a slightly unkind look: "Ren Daofang, the previous Headmasters before you have never mentioned this kind of thing, but you just...
By saying this right after you leave seclusion, do you want to use this to suppress us and force us to surrender to you, Zhongnan Mountain?"
These words were bold, and they almost directly exposed the hidden worries in the hearts of the cultivators.
The rest of the casual cultivators felt that this woman was really bold, but they also admired her deeply. At the same time, they were watching the changes in Headmaster Ren's demeanor, waiting for him to respond.
"What Zhao Xiangu said is really unreasonable. To put it bluntly, if Pindao really had such thoughts..." Headmaster Ren paused for two or three seconds, then smiled and said: "Thirty years ago, I would have killed you all
Why wait until now for the supply?”
"Headmaster Ren, such words are meaningless. It's better to say less."
Monk Haida frowned tightly together and said very displeasedly: "You Zhongnanshan gave us spiritual energy and elixirs. These are not rewards, but after you made a big mistake two years ago, you
Master Chen promised to give us a complementary taste."
"good."
Zhao Xiangu immediately nodded in agreement, "This is what Headmaster Chen promised back then, and it will never be replaced.
Ren Daofang, he is your master, you won’t even treat his words as farts.”
Headmaster Ren was not angry either, he just pondered for a while and then said: "Yes, two years ago, due to our negligence, a catastrophe occurred in the world of immortality.
Master Pindao also felt deeply guilty about this, so he made this oath and passed down his will to future generations not to disobey it."
"Isn't this the end of it?"
A handsome young man immediately put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "In my opinion, Headmaster Ren was just joking. Don't mind it."
Monk Hai Da snorted coldly: "It's better to keep such jokes to a minimum. If all the casual cultivators in the world take it seriously, I'm afraid the situation will be difficult to deal with."
Although the attitude of other casual cultivators is not as tough as that of Monk Hai Da, their expressions are almost the same.
Headmaster Ren remained silent and carefully observed the reactions of these people, and the guess in his mind became more and more clear.
At this time, Ning Ruirui, who was listening at the back of the palace, felt doubtful and asked with some confusion: "These casual cultivators are a little too strong. The disaster was not initiated by Zhongnan Mountain. Why should we give them spiritual energy and elixirs?"
It's your duty not to give love, so why do they act like they've got the Chongyang Palace?"
Zhang Mingtuo sneered and said: "It's because they are thick-skinned. They know that Chongyang Palace is a famous family and they dare not do anything that breaks their promise."
Ning Ruirui and Xia Xia met An An Guan, Taoist Ge, in the secret realm under the sea. They learned some details of the catastrophe from him. They knew that Chongyang Palace was not responsible, so they sympathized with Chongyang Palace in their hearts.
I can't help but feel disgusted with these greedy casual cultivators.
"They take it for granted."
Ning Ruirui shook her head, "If it hadn't been for Xia Tian's spiritual vein repair, I'm afraid Zhongnan Mountain would really have been consumed by them."
"It's not that simple."
Zhang Mingtuo frowned slightly and said with concern: "Now I am increasingly suspicious that the damage to the spiritual veins is actually part of someone's plan, otherwise there wouldn't be so many forces lurking underground.
If Xia Tian fails to cure Headmaster Ren, then it will be his disciple who presides over this Hidden Immortal Conference, and the consequences will be unimaginable."
Ning Ruirui sighed with some doubts: "If this is all in that person's plan, then he is too terrible. He has planned this for more than a hundred years?"
"This is not something incredible."
Zhang Mingtuo chuckled lightly and explained to Ning Ruirui: "These immortal cultivators have long lifespans and abilities beyond ordinary people. They have long been tired of the kind of enjoyment that ordinary people pursue, so they prefer to play with human nature. Don't think that they
They really have any ambitions, this century-old plan is just a way for them to kill time."
Ning Ruirui's views were shattered when she heard these words, and the image of the immortal cultivator in her mind instantly collapsed.
"Shocked?"
Zhang Mingtuo chuckled and said disapprovingly: "Although the so-called immortal cultivators have the word "immortal", they are not immortals.
In the process of practice, their cultivation level and life span are increasing, but their desires are also increasing. They have long enjoyed the ordinary desire of drinking and sex, and are no longer satisfied with it.
The most filthy human nature is found in the so-called world of immortality, which is why I am determined not to become an immortal."
"That Xia Tian..." Ning Ruirui subconsciously wanted to refute.
Zhang Mingtuo waved his hand and said with some emotion: "Xia Tian is an alien, a monster, a freak, and does not have universal applicability.
That kid has an unreasonable obsession with "beauty" and doesn't care about anything else. However, his cultivation will increase rapidly with dual cultivation. If he had been born in ancient times, this kid would definitely be a flower-picking thief."
Ning Ruirui imagined what it would be like to be a flower-picking thief in the summer, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"This kid hasn't arrived yet, he seems to be in trouble."
Zhang Mingtuo also laughed twice, and then became worried.
Ning Ruirui said calmly: "With his ability, there shouldn't be any trouble for him."
"Of course he won't be in trouble."
Zhang Mingtuo sighed, "I'm talking about us. If he doesn't show up, it means we will be in big trouble soon."
Ning Ruirui instantly understood. Since the Yin Sect sent people to intercept Xia Tian, it meant that they would take action here soon.
Just at this time, several loud shouts came from the front hall, it seemed that the negotiation between Headmaster Ren and the representatives of the casual cultivators had broken down.
The two sides had been arguing about the share of spiritual energy and elixirs before, but as they talked, the trend changed to denounce the Chongyang Palace, and even put the blame for the catastrophe in the world of immortality a hundred and twenty years ago on Chongyang Palace.
On the palace head.
Headmaster Ren's expression was calm and his tone was even more indifferent. He looked at the cultivators and said, "You all know that the catastrophe two months ago was not responsible for me, Zhongnan Mountain. It was even your own fault, and it also affected the soul of my Zhongnan Mountain."
Broken pulse.
My master only cares about the fact that all monks in the world are one family, and feels sorry for the difficulty of your practice, so I decided to distribute spiritual energy and elixirs to you every year.
But you don't want to be grateful, and you secretly gather together in an attempt to invade my Chongyang Palace. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Ren Daofang, what do you mean?"
Zhao Xiangu couldn't help being furious, and immediately threw her glass and started to curse: "It's not your Chongyang Palace's responsibility. Could it be our responsibility?"
The Hidden Immortal Conference two decades ago was also held here. The senior cultivator was also invited by your master. In the end, he slaughtered his fellow cultivators frantically, killing most of the casual cultivators... You actually said that Zhongnan Mountain has no responsibility, which is simply ridiculous!
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Monk Haid also asked: "Headmaster Ren, if you don't want to provide us with spiritual energy and elixirs anymore, you can just say it directly. Why do you need to use such methods! I really think that all the casual cultivators in the world are beggars and we insist on eating you."
This is the food that came?"
"It's just that Zhongnanshan is so unkind!"
"Ren Daofang, you have completely disgraced your master!"
"What a famous family, talking like farts."
"Why don't we demolish this ruined Taoist temple and see if they still dare to look down on us!"
Outside the palace, the group of casual cultivators also became filled with resentment and threatened to destroy Chongyang Palace.
"Everyone, please stay calm."
Headmaster Ren was neither impatient nor impatient, and still treated each other with a smile, "As for the public case two years ago, it is meaningless to discuss right and wrong now.
As for what Pindao said about the supply of spiritual energy and elixirs being halved, it is also because the underground spiritual veins have been collapsing in recent years, which is really an embarrassing burden.
However, this is not because Chongyang Palace is targeting you, but for another reason."
"What's the reason?"
One of the yellow-haired old men with two bumps on his head couldn't help but ask.
Monk Haidah snorted softly: "What's the reason? I'm afraid it's a trap."
Headmaster Ren said calmly: "Is it a trap or something else? Why don't you all listen?"
Now that we have talked about this, if someone is still entangled and confusing the topic, then this person's position is very problematic.
"Okay, then let's listen to Master Ren's words."
Zhao Xiangu sneered, folded her arms and sat back down.
Headmaster Ren nodded and continued: "Since the great turmoil in the world of immortality, my underground spiritual veins in Zhongnan Mountain have been affected and damaged.
After three generations of headmasters, they tried to make up for the lack of spiritual veins, but in the end they failed.
However, a few days ago, an expert suddenly took action and restored the underground spiritual veins to their original state. The poor man was grateful for his great kindness and decided to give half of the spiritual veins to him as a reward.
Therefore, your share of being halved is out of necessity."
"Bang!"
Monk Haid became furious, raised his hand and smashed the chair under him, and said angrily: "The Sa family would like to know which master can heal spiritual veins. It is simply unheard of. I'm afraid Headmaster Ren is making up a story."
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"This master's name is Xia Tian."
Headmaster Ren narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled lightly.