"fair?"

Zixu immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at his master in confusion.

Old Dao Lin lowered his eyebrows and said lightly:

"Zixu, you only saw the temple bullying, but you ignored the efforts of other disciples of various sects."

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I don't know how many of my Maoshan disciples fell on the road to killing demons and eliminating demons. The same is true for other sects."

"Is it unfair for us to sit here?"

After hearing what Old Dao Lin said, Zixu immediately lowered his head in shame and felt ashamed.

My family knows his own affairs.

Although it is a peaceful and prosperous era now, there are always some dark worlds that are bound to cause ghosts and monsters.

Sometimes, my brothers and brothers went down the mountain to eliminate demons, and there was no news since then.

It took a year or two to send an obituary back to the Taoist temple.

The ancestors' hard work has given her the qualification to sit here openly today.

Where is the quiet time?

It's just that someone is carrying the burden.

“…Master, Zixu knew he was wrong.”

Old Dao Lin nodded slightly and grabbed a handful of peanuts.

The pink skin of the peanuts was crushed, revealing the white and fat peanut kernels, and stuffed them into Zixu's hands.

Zixu looked at the peanuts in his palm and was stunned for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly realized and said, "Master, you are telling me that you can't just see the appearance of things, you can only get one-sided results. You have to peel off this coat and look at it, right?"

Mr. Lin: “…”

Looking at Zixu speechlessly, he said lightly:

"Eat salty radish and worry about it, and even if you eat something, you can't block your mouth."

Zixu curled his lips and stuffed the peanuts into his mouth and started chewing them.

After glanced at me, I happened to see the old monk and the young monk in a happy mood.

Suddenly, I remembered the deceased brothers again, and felt very uncomfortable.

So what if you sit in the last position?

If the dead brothers could be exchanged for their deaths, Zi Xu would rather not be the chief.

When a person lives, peace and joy are good.

Just when Zixu was a little lost, several righteous masters slowly walked onto the platform, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Those who were all the Taoist sects near Hengcheng, and there was also a man who was walking in a dragon and had a respectable status beside him.

If Cheng Fan was here, he would recognize the identity of the man at a glance.

Several righteous men did not rush to sit down, but instead greeted the one who took the seat first.

"Sir Chenghuang, please take your seat soon."

The person who came was not someone else, but the Cheng Fan often dealt with.

"If you have time, Lord Chenghuang will work hard for us, Hengcheng Road. Let's give you a cup of Lord Chenghuang first!"

The City God waved his hand and raised his glass to drink together.

He said lightly: "It is all for the order of Hengcheng and the comfort of the people. You fellow Taoists do not need to be polite. We should focus on discussing important matters this time."

At this time, the City God was not as unpretentious as having a private communication with Cheng Fan.

His behavior is always stern, and he keeps a distance from these righteous people at a distance.

After all, there is not even a Golden Elixir Stage among this group of people, and it is not worthy of the City God's unique attitude.

Those who seem to be expected to become elixirs also have a huge gap with Cheng Fan, which makes him completely uninterested.

If it were not for the evil cultivators and the evil spirits that destroyed the Yangcheng City God, the City God would not have attended in person.

The City God looked around for a while, cleared his throat and asked, "Dear Taoist Temple Masters, have all the temple abbots come?"

A man beside him bowed and replied, "Go back to Chenghuang, the abbots around Hengcheng have been present, but the two Taoist masters have not been present..."

"Hmm? Which two?"

The City God interrupted the man with a very dissatisfied tone.

This is a major event that concerns everyone here and all the lives of Taoist temples.

Even Taoist temples from farther places have come, but some people on their own territory dare to refuse to attend the meeting?

It's simply a traitor!

Don’t you want to be in Hengcheng?

A cold light appeared in the eyes of the City God, and he was about to use these two disobedient Taoist temples to kill one to warn the monkey!

The man who spoke when he saw the City God with murderous intent on his face, instantly understood his thoughts.

Pretending to look very wronged, he added jealousy:

"Not far from Hengcheng, there is a Wuzhen Mountain, where there is a rural wild temple called "Drishui Temple". I sent my disciples to deliver the invitation."

"Who knew that before the invitation was delivered, the man made every effort to make things difficult for my disciples and threw him down from the mountain gate! My poor disciple, one of my legs broke..."

The man spoke more and more and more and more, and everyone present was indignant.

But he didn't see the City God's expression becoming a little strange, and he kept slandering Di Shuguan, saying that Cheng Fan was not.

After talking endlessly, the man bowed to the end and said earnestly: "Please be fair to Lord Chenghuang, take the Daoxuan of the Drops of Water, and kill the chicken to warn the monkey!"

The man said the last four words "kill the chicken to warn the monkey", and his tone was extremely sarcastic and a bit fierce.

"Okay! That's what it should be!"

"When you are living and dying, those who do not obey orders must be excluded, and you should kill the chicken to scare the monkey!"

"I actually ignored the invitation from our righteous meeting? Is that Drop Water Temple not the evil cultivator's minion?"

"If it is an evil cultivator's minion, then we must eradicate it as soon as possible!"

...

Seeing the indignant look of the people around him, Zixu suddenly became anxious.

"How can you say that? Taoist Master Daoxuan of the Drishui Temple is a very, very righteous person. He will definitely not be the minion of the evil cultivator! There must be his reason for him not to come to participate."

The person sitting next to him sneered: "What is more important than resisting evil cultivators?"

"Since that man dares not come, he is either a greedy person who is afraid of death and is ready to escape. Or he has already made plans to surrender to the evil cultivator."

"Not bad! We must first settle the internal situation when fighting foreign countries. We must prevent problems from happening. Don't let our righteous alliance be broken from the inside!"

Zixu didn't know why everyone was so malicious about a person he had never met, and he was almost crying in a hurry.

He pushed Old Dao Lin's arm and shouted in a crying voice: "Master, please say something quickly! Brother Daoxuan is not that kind of person!"

Old Dao Lin was a little helpless.

Now is the time for the crowd to be excited.

If there is no evidence to clarify for Cheng Fan, they will be immediately pushed to the forefront, which is inappropriate.

What's more, in his eyes, Cheng Fan's strength is unfathomable.

No generation of powerful people could be killed, and the flying zombies that could only be sealed were all slashed into ashes by Cheng Fan's thunder.

Will such an immortal-like existence really care about the blame like these clowns?

Old Dao Lin secretly guessed that the reason why Cheng Fan did not come to attend the meeting was actually very simple.

Summer insects cannot speak of ice.

This is indeed the case for Cheng Fan.

After he killed the flying zombie, the system prompted him that the plot had been broken, and the evil cultivator's plan had been wasted and he gave up attacking Hengcheng.

Since there is no crisis of breaking the city, everything will return to peace.
Chapter completed!