Three hundred yellow-clothed Taoist priests carrying wooden swords and wearing flags face each other, divided into two rows, three steps and one interval, arranged from the door to the mountain road entrance, like steel sculptures poured on both sides of the aisle.
Behind the yellow-clothed Taoist priests, a blue-clothed Taoist priest was holding bells, chimes, drums, flutes, shengs, pipas and other musical instruments, waiting silently.
A foreign disciple who had received the news just climbed to the mountain road entrance when he was shocked by the six hundred Taoist priests in front of him, so he did not dare to go forward.
"Why are you standing here? Let's go!" A senior real man came here with a whisk and shouted.
"Seventh Master, we have never seen any of these people before. They don't seem to be our disciples from the outside?" A young Taoist priest asked in a low voice in the crowd.
"Yes, not." The real person of the senior man laughed, shook the whisk, and walked towards the aisle first.
A group of little Taoists were confused when they heard this.
What's the difference between saying or not?
Fortunately, someone took the lead, so they were no longer afraid. They followed each other quickly, crossing the Taoist priests in Huang Qing who didn't even blink, and came to the square in front of the tower.
The second moment of the Chen hour.
Uncle Jiu came to the mountain road entrance with Simu, Qianhe, Xu Jiping, Qin Yao and more than 200 disciples. He was stunned when he saw the six hundred welcoming guests on both sides of the road.
"Senior Brother, this is..." Simu looked at these strange Taoists carefully, and an amazing guess suddenly appeared in his heart.
Uncle Jiu nodded in a slight way: "It's all paper people."
Four eyes were surprised and praised: "It's like a soldier to sprinkle beans... the head of the sect is so generous."
"After all, it is the largest discipline department in Maoshan, so you still have to have this card." Qin Yao chuckled.
"I will be careful in front of the head and all my fellow disciples later." Uncle Jiu kept walking, but turned around to warn him.
He was worried that Qin Yao would confront Shi Jian in public, and even if it was justified and well-founded, he would easily be labeled as having no rank.
Some things can only be done, not said.
Some words he said were no problem, but Qin Yao said it would not work.
This line is called rules, and there is no order without rules.
"Meet the senior brother."
"Meet the uncle (master)."
...
In a blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu brought people to the tower of the Zhengtang, and the fellow disciples gathered here saluted and greeted him.
The father was noble by his son. As Qin Yao's business scale gradually spread, his position in the foreign country began to rise.
Unlike the inner grass that pursues the great way and regards money as dirt, outer grass is more down-to-earth, silver paper has an irreplaceable position in the hearts of outer grass disciples.
Uncle Jiu kept smiling and nodding. He didn't laugh much in the past six months than today, and his face was almost sore.
But there is no way, with his personality, he cannot ignore the enthusiastic smiles of others.
Compared to him, Shi Jian was much colder, and he strode with his subordinates with expressionless face, which made most of the classmates present afraid.
The emperor was fully equipped with the majesty of the elders in the execution hall.
"Pretending!" Four-minded mocking softly.
Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said nothing, but his eyes shut up immediately and looked forward seriously.
Three minutes of the hour.
The old leader wearing a red robe and holding a snow-white whisk with his palms, and the elders stepped forward. The Taoist priests who were talking in a low voice suddenly became anxious, and the world suddenly became quiet.
"No rules cannot be achieved, and no five tones cannot be corrected."
In the silence, with the old leader pointing out the main theme, the opening ceremony of Maoshan Punishment Hall officially began.
"Since the founder of Sanmao opened up the Maoshan sect, he has set rules and gradually formed the sect law. All Maoshan disciples must abide by the precepts in the gate. If there is any violation, the teacher will take the crime. The most serious crime will be given, and the door will be cleared.
Time passes like birds, and the world is like a new game. To this day, in order to maintain the sacred mission of the rules and regulations, it is a trend for various sects to establish a prison hall. Now, Chen Qingyan, the head of the Waimao, has set up a Maoshan prison for our development plan and adapting to the torrent of the times. He established a Maoshan prison hall, opened an altar to burn incense, reported to the heaven and earth, and asked his ancestors and martyrs to witness it."
Speaking of this, Chen Qingyan glanced at the fellow disciples, then looked up at the sun: "The auspicious time has arrived, the door of the punishment hall is open!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three hundred paper Taoist priests holding various instruments played the music in an orderly manner, solemn and dignified manner, and the vast and deep music resounded throughout the sky, shaking its deafening sound.
The wind blowing from somewhere blew up the flags and banners in the hands of the Taoist priests in yellow. The flags were roaring, and the flags were waving like water patterns, as if God had responded.
The vermilion gate of the seven-story tower slowly opened. Everyone looked at it curiously and saw that in the spacious and bright hall, tables were neatly arranged, and the aisle leading to the stairs in the middle divided them into two areas.
"There are such arrangements from the first floor to the seventh floor. Shi Jian, you are on the left, Lin Jiu, you are on the right. Don't fight and don't rob it. Don't make any jokes about the robbery of the seat, which will affect the majesty of the Punishment Hall." The old leader looked at Shi Jian and Uncle Jiu and said in a deep voice.
As a competent leader, he was very clear about the undercurrents between the Shi Jian Group and the Lin Jiu Group in the past two days. He knew that if he did not intervene in mediation and divide the administrative area for them, the two gangs would dare to join forces after closing the gate of the prison hall. At that time, no matter who loses and who loses, the one who suffers will suffer will be the foreign corpus.
Shi Jian frowned, very dissatisfied with the result.
Simin turned his head and looked at him, sneering in his heart, knowing his thoughts.
"Yes, the leader." Uncle Jiu felt indifferent and bowed his hand to respond.
If he were in the position of the head sect, he would have made the same choice for peace within the sect.
"Shi Jian, do you have any objection?" asked the old leader Youyou.
Shi Jian was shocked and hurriedly said, "Disciple has no objection."
The old leader nodded and said, "Shi Jian, the 87th generation of Maoshan disciple, has outstanding achievements and loyalty. Today, he is appointed as the elder of the imperial court. I hope you can work hard to govern, live up to everyone's expectations, and take charge of the imperial court department."
Shi Jian took a long breath, and a thousand-foot passion and infinite joy gradually emerged in his heart.
Although there are constantly people who have successfully mixed sand into him, judging from the final result, he is still the winner.
The opportunity seized turned into swords and guns, and the title and righteousness of the elders of the execution hall were enough to stop Lin Jiu's strait team.
"Yes, disciple Shi Jian, thank you for your trust and support." According to common sense, Shi Jian should bow to show his kindness at this time, but the reality is that he just bowed, even if he received the identity and authority of the elder of the imperial court.
In the crowd, several senior Taoist priests looked unchanged. If they hadn't seen the head still smiling, they would have been scolding him now...