In the afternoon, there was still discussion among all parties, but no one tried to challenge the "master" of the Xuanqing Sect anymore.
It is worth mentioning that the two Fang brothers and Mo Qi represented their own forces on the stage.
Although these people can't beat two tricks in Yu Lin's hands, it has to be said that they are indeed considered young talents among their peers.
All kinds of discussions are in full swing, including competition between the younger generation and middle-aged Taoist priests discussing enlightenment.
After several competitions, each family has identified the right candidates and picked up a few good seeds.
During the competition and competition, the sky gradually darkened.
All the lights in the martial arts arena have been lit, and attendants have been arranged under the stage to carry electric lights for lighting.
As fewer and fewer people competed on the stage, the competition session of the Enlightenment Conference was coming to an end. Fang Zhuhen looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. After everyone on the stage was cleared, he stood up and said loudly:
"Then today's discussion ends here. I am very grateful to the sect master for coming to the scene to participate in this grand event. Next, I would like to ask Elder Wugui to give us guidance on enlightenment!"
Wugui hid the joy in his eyes, put on an enigmatic look, and said in a long tone:
"The Tao has no strange words, just one yin and one yang, it's just for its own use. My fellow Taoists, the so-called Tao, when it is cured, the spirit is clear, and when it is lost, the Tao is ineffective..."
As soon as Wu Gui started quoting the Taiping Jing, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
An attendant trotted up the steps with a panicked expression, approached Fang Zhuhen and whispered:
"Master, what's wrong, a group of people broke in at the door, and the security couldn't stop them at all!"
Fang Zhuhen's expression changed and he hurriedly asked: "What kind of clothes are they wearing? How many people are there and where are they? Tell me clearly!"
The waiter hurriedly added: "The clothes they are wearing are very similar to those of the door owner. There are eight people in total. They should be almost at the front hall by now."
Fang Zhuhen stood up suddenly and smiled apologetically at the people in the audience: "Everyone, I'm sorry, something happened at home. I'm going to deal with it right away."
After explaining, he made a gesture towards Wugui, then turned around solemnly and planned to leave.
Before Fang Zhuhen could leave completely, a voice full of anger and chill came from the audience not far away——
"Wugui! If you join forces with outsiders to forge the identity of the sect leader, are you planning to rebel?"
A young man wearing the attire of a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect broke out from the bodyguards and looked at the people on the stage with a cold expression.
Behind the young man were seven men and women who were also wearing sect disciple uniforms, including an old man with slightly white hair.
When Wu Gui saw the visitor, he was not surprised at all. He sneered: "Fellow Daoist Mo, what are you doing? Didn't the sect master already order you to be expelled from the sect? You are still wearing the clothes of my Xuanqing sect.
What's the fuss here?!"
Mo Mo was so angry that he laughed, took out the door master's token from his sleeve, raised it high above his head, and said in a loud voice:
"Here is the token of the master of the Xuanqing Sect. Who dares to make a mistake?"
The moment he saw the token, Wugui's expression changed instantly.
It was clear that even if he threatened to expel the sect, Mo Mo did not admit that the sect leader's token was in his possession. Even after he sent people to thoroughly search the entire sect, no trace of the token was found.
How could the door master token appear out of thin air?!
Either this kid is hiding something, or... this damn girl Yu Lin is really not dead yet!