"Hehehehe..."
"Hahahahaha..."
This evening.
The sunset is like burning.
The old master, dressed in red like fire and with white beard and hair, sat cross-legged in the Yuanfu Palace, making seals with his hands. A white light was faintly visible three feet above his head, constantly devouring the spiritual energy in the palace...
Suddenly, bursts of cheers and shouts soaring into the sky roared into the palace, causing the white light three feet above the head of the old master to tremble slightly, frowning slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.
Whoosh.
As his thoughts turned, white light flew down instantly and submerged into the spiritual acupoint above his head.
"Here comes someone."
"Master." The Taoist boy in green sneaked into the palace and bowed in obeisance.
"Who is making the noise outside?"
The Taoist boy paused for a moment and said softly: "The voice comes from Wanfu Palace..."
Old boss: "???"
There is no younger generation in Nei Mao, and the youngest among them is over 200 years old.
A group of ancestors who are hundreds of years old have an inexplicable orgasm and collectively go crazy. What the hell is going on?
The old master couldn't understand, so he simply stood up and set off for Wanfu Palace.
He walked unhurriedly to the Wanfu Palace and looked around. He saw that the palace had turned into a sea of ​​joy. A group of ancestors who were usually highly virtuous and unsmiling were singing and dancing in the palace. The old master was dumbfounded.
Since entering Maoshan, he has never seen such an outrageous scene!!!
"If you don't want to sing and dance with them, just go in later." The woman, who was as light as a chrysanthemum and walked like a cloud, slowly came to his side, her thin lips parted slightly.
"What happened?" the old leader asked.
Qiu Yunshui was not one to give in and said calmly: "My master has sent news that he has been promoted to the rank of Commander in Fengdu."
The old leader was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrongly: "What?"
"My master has been promoted to commander."
The old head suddenly widened his eyes and said in despair: "Fengdu Siming?!"
Qiu Yunshui nodded silently.
Endless joy exploded in his heart, and the old leader's expression was completely out of control, and he couldn't help but roar.
This roar alarmed the Nei Mao seniors who were dancing with demons in Wanfu Palace. In the blink of an eye, several people waved to the two of them.
Seeing the old master striding into the hall and dancing wildly, Qiu Yunshui couldn't laugh or cry.
She knew this would be the result.
There is a big boss at the Fengdu Si Yamen level in the sect. No matter how much celebration or carnival there is, it will never be too much.
Even if the people inside demolish the Wanfu Palace on a whim, as long as they don't smash the statue of the Patriarch, there won't be any problem.
The palaces can be demolished and rebuilt, but no matter how many palaces there are, they cannot compare to the benefits that a powerful underworld boss can bring to Maoshan.
This carnival that swept Neimao lasted until the early morning of the next day. When the morning star in the night sky shone brightly, the crowd finally gradually calmed down...
"Can you listen to me carefully now?" Qiu Yunshui, who was filled with fairy spirit, walked up the steps and said with a smile.
As the saying goes, when one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, let alone a master-disciple relationship as close as father and son...
Therefore, when Qiu Yunshui spoke, her voice could only be heard in the entire hall.
"Master specifically told me to tell you something after you calm down."
Everyone held their breath, and the old leader asked softly: "What's going on?"
"His commanding position was obtained for him by Qin Yao, the chief disciple of the 88th generation of Maoshan," Qiu Yunshui said.
"How is that possible?!" someone in the hall exclaimed.
Not to mention the eighty-eighth generation descendants of Maoshan, even all of you present are not qualified to fight for a command-level official position for anyone.
Qiu Yunshui said calmly: "Impossible? Do you think I would be joking about this matter, or would my master be joking about this matter?"
The man's expression froze and he said angrily: "I didn't mean to question it, I just felt too surprised."
"If I were to say that Qin Yao teamed up with Zhong Kui to get rid of the official title of a commander, and just now such a position was vacated, wouldn't you think it is even more impossible?" Qiu Yunshui said.
The man: "..."
This is no longer impossible.
This is a complete fantasy!
In the crowd, the dumbfounded old leader suddenly remembered what Qin Yao said to him in private during the last celebration meeting.
It turns out that guy and Zhong Kui really have a personal relationship, and judging from the current results, they even have a close personal relationship.
The Saint of Black Mountain, the Heavenly Master Zhong Kui, the Buddhas of the Ten Directions... Qin Yao is a treasure!
We must do everything possible to pass the position of leader to him...
In fact, after this incident, as long as Qin Yao is willing, the old master can pass the position of master to him at any time, without any obstacles!
However, there are gains and losses. After taking over the position of head, you will no longer have a transcendent status.
Because everyone from top to bottom will assume that the position of leader is enough to reward any contribution!
"Everyone, I'm going to hold a grand celebration meeting. What do you think?" After coming back to his senses, the old leader looked at the people in Neimao with a smile.
"good"
"That's how it should be."
"Invite all the comrades who can be invited. Although my descendants from Maoshan are a little out of touch, the older generation of Maoshan people are enough to hold up the sky."
"What do you mean by not taking over Qinghuang? Qin Yao is still very good!"
Everyone in the hall responded one after another, and no one would speak against this matter.
Shaoyan.
The old master left Wanfu Palace, his body turned into an afterimage, and rushed back to Yuanfu Palace. He ordered the Taoist boy guarding the door: "Go and find Simu immediately. I have something important to explain... …”
"Yes, Master." The Taoist boy cupped his hands and flew up.
…
…
Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
When the Maoshan Patriarch was promoted to Fengdu Siming and the news that Maoshan was going to hold a celebration meeting spread in the spiritual world, the entire human spiritual world seemed to be ignited, and the mentality of some people in some places even exploded.
Maoshan.
It’s Maoshan again.
Are they trying to force their way back to the frontline sect?!
For a time, many sects that were on the front line were in a state of turmoil.
It can be said that a piece of news stirs up the spring water in a river...
A few days later.
Under night.
Outside the quiet town, a handsome young man wearing white short-sleeves, black trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes jumped over the cracked wall and shouted excitedly: "First grade of junior high school, first grade of junior high school, come out quickly. "
"What's wrong?" The fat man with thick eyebrows, small eyes, and round cheeks walked out of the Taoist temple and asked doubtfully.
"There is an ancestor in Maoshan who has been promoted to Commander in the Yin Division. They will do it in seven days, no, it should only be three days. They will hold a celebration meeting in three days." The handsome young man said excitedly.
"The ancestor of Maoshan was promoted and Maoshan held a celebration. What does it have to do with our Mai Sect? Why are you so excited?" Chu Yi was speechless.
"I happened to intercept the invitation sent to our Maimen."
The handsome young man took out a red invitation card from his arms and patted it hard on his hand: "First grade of junior high school, this is an opportunity!"
"What opportunity?" Chu Yi was stunned.
"A chance to get ahead!"
The young man said loudly: "No matter how the times change, fame and wealth always come first and profit comes last. As long as you have a reputation, the benefits will come by themselves."
"What's the point!"
On the first day of the month, he reached out and patted him on the head, scolding: "You have practiced Taoism for ten years, and your cultivation level has not even passed the third level of human teacher. Even if you go to Maoshan, how can you stand a chance? I will leave you in the crowd. Who cares about a monk of your level?!"
The young man said: "Don't I have no talent? You can't achieve anything by working behind closed doors. Why don't you go out and have a try? What if you meet someone noble and appreciate you?"
"Your Majesty, you are not blind. What do you think is worthy of others' appreciation?" Chuyi said in a deep voice, "Stop thinking nonsense and meditate with me."
"First grade of junior high school!"
To be continued...