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Chapter 322: Hong Chen forces the emperor to abdicate, the master's decree

the next day.

The morning light is soft and the breeze is charming.

When Hong Chen opened the door, he saw Uncle Jiu sitting at the entrance of the main hall, smoking a pipe he hadn't seen for a long time, with a melancholy look in his eyes.

"Master, was last night not going well?"

Uncle Jiu sighed softly: "It's not just not going well, it's simply not going well."

Then, Uncle Jiu recounted what happened last night.

Just as Hong Chen expected, Qiu Sheng was bewitched by a female ghost again last night.

The female ghost didn't want to return to the underworld, so she tricked Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai into dealing with the ghost messengers. The two idiots used the soul-suppressing talisman to temporarily subdue the four ghost messengers, allowing a large number of ghosts escorted by the ghost messengers to escape.

Although Uncle Jiu tried to save the situation in time, he was still unable to do it alone. Now, there are hundreds of ghosts wandering the world.

As mentioned earlier, most of these ghosts that did not reincarnate immediately still have some grievances and debts left over. If they stay in the human world, they will sooner or later harm people.

As the culprits who allowed them to escape, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai will inevitably have to bear the consequences. Similarly, Uncle Jiu, their master, will not be able to escape either, and Maoshan will also be affected.

"This time, the trouble is really big."

As a disciple, Hong Chen rarely saw his face-conscious Uncle Nine showing sadness in front of him.

It can be seen that this matter involves a lot of people and it will certainly be very troublesome to handle.

"Where are they?" Hong Chen asked.

Uncle Jiu raised his chin towards the next room.

Hong Chen nodded slightly, walked over and pushed the door open.

After a while, screams from two people were heard in the room.

moment.

Hong Chen clapped his hands and walked out of the room. Uncle Jiu said, "Ah Chen, you don't have to worry too much. I sent a letter last night, inviting all the brothers and sisters in Maoshan to come to help. We can definitely catch all those ghosts and send them back to the underworld."

"Those ghosts are not powerful characters, so it's no problem to catch them. But isn't this matter itself troublesome? Even if it is dealt with, how can the underworld not hold the instigator accountable?"

Uncle Jiu calmed down and said, "It's okay. I, your master, have some reputation in the underworld. I will take the responsibility for them!"

"Master is indeed kind-hearted."

As soon as Hong Chen praised him, Uncle Jiu immediately laughed.

But soon he stopped laughing.

"Master, I just thought about it carefully. It has been more than three years since I entered the sect. This time is not long. However, I can't even count how many troubles and disasters my two brothers have caused in the past three years. I heard that the heavenly tribulation of cultivators can also be human tribulation. Could this be Master's tribulation?"

Disaster is a topic that is rarely discussed in Taoism.

But once it is mentioned, people almost turn pale at the mere mention of it.

Although Uncle Jiu is extremely capable, his face is not looking good at the moment.

He shook his head gently: "Achen, don't talk nonsense."

Hong Chen said, "Master, if this is not a calamity, then I really don't understand why the disciples of Uncle Simu and Uncle Qianhe have never caused them trouble or even disaster like the two brothers."

The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched slightly.

Every time he thought about this, he felt upset.

"If it's not robbery, then I don't understand it even more."

"Huh? Why?"

Hong Chen smiled and said, "If it wasn't a calamity, then why couldn't the master really teach them strictly and let them change their bad habits. Moreover, if it wasn't the disciples who instigated discord, if they had been disciples of other masters in Maoshan, they would have been expelled from Maoshan a few years ago, right? Could it be that they have caught the master's handle, or saved the master's life in the previous life?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu was stunned.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were hiding in the room and eavesdropping, were instantly panicked.

The two of them ran to Uncle Jiu as if they were sprinting in a race, knelt down neatly, and said loudly: "Master, we know we are wrong, please don't expel us from your sect." After that, they lay on the ground and dared not get up.

Although Uncle Jiu appears stern, he is actually the softest-hearted person.

Seeing that he was about to speak, Hong Chen turned around and said, "Two senior brothers, as your junior brother, I shouldn't have discussed this with Master. However, the current situation is indeed very serious. The underworld is one of the three realms. As disciples of Maoshan, if you behave properly, you naturally don't need to be afraid of the underworld. But you attacked the ghost messenger of the underworld just because of the confusion of a female ghost, and also let a large number of ghosts go. It is reasonable for the underworld to hold you accountable. It stands to reason that it is not a big deal for young people to cause trouble, but after what happened last night, you didn't feel worried or afraid at all, and you were able to sleep so soundly in the room. Do you really think that no matter what you do, Master will help you to bear it?"

On the ground, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai trembled and dared not say a word.

Hong Chen continued: "Master should indeed help you to withstand the pressure, and so should I. But, have you ever really thought about how many things Master has helped you to solve and how much responsibility Master has taken? At least, it seems to me that you have never thought about this question. You always forget your mistakes immediately after solving the problems, and then make the same mistakes again next time and look for Master again." After a pause, he took a deep breath and asked: "Tell me, what does Master owe you that makes you feel so at ease all the time? Why does being your Master have to be so miserable?"

The words were stern and the questions were heartbreaking.

Although Uncle Jiu was extremely sentimental, he still reached out and pulled Hong Chen's clothes, and whispered: "Ah Chen, forget it..."

Hong Chen waved his hand to break free, "Master, I also have questions to ask you."

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, "What do you want to ask?"

"What I want to ask is what I just said. Why can Master deal with troubles for them again and again without any boundaries? And there is almost no punishment afterwards. Even if they make mistakes again and again, Master seems to be happy to solve their problems for them."

"This..." Uncle Jiu opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

To put it bluntly, Uncle Jiu is a very capable and good man, but he cannot be considered a good master.

"Master, I know you care about your disciples, but there should be some limits, right? You want to solve such a big problem by yourself, and you don't want them to bear the consequences. Have you never thought about the consequences for others and even Maoshan?" Hong Chen's tone rose. "For their mistakes, at the very least, the underworld will hold you accountable, and it may even be uncertain whether you can keep your position as a bank manager. At the most, they make mistakes again and again, which damages the fortune of the master and Maoshan again and again. It is not easy to practice in this era. Aren't the two of them doing it to deliberately increase the difficulty of practice for all Maoshan disciples?"

Uncle Jiu stood up suddenly and said seriously, "Ah Chen! Stop talking!"

Seeing this, Hong Chen was not afraid, but felt relieved.

I'm not afraid of Uncle Jiu being anxious, I'm afraid of Uncle Jiu not being anxious.

Being anxious means that he listened to everything Hong Chen said.

So he raised his arms and bowed, "Master, if we still handle things today as we did in the past, I dare not imagine how many disasters will come in the future. I am disrespectful. If Master passes away in the future, I will have to deal with these things. Thinking of this, I am really terrified."

"What are you going to say?" Uncle Jiu was startled and said quickly, "Don't say it, I won't let you say it!"

Hong Chen looked up and smiled.

"If Master still cannot make up his mind to change the current situation, then I am afraid that my weak body will not be able to continue to climb up to the high and mighty family of Maoshan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire charity cemetery seemed to become silent in an instant.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were kneeling on the ground, looked up in horror and looked at Hong Chen in disbelief. As for what they were thinking, only they themselves knew.

Uncle Jiu's expression was not much better than theirs. After all, in his heart, Hong Chen had always been well-behaved and sensible, and he had never thought that Hong Chen would say such words.

"You...you want to quit Maoshan?!" Uncle Jiu's eyes widened and his voice trembled.

Hong Chen restrained his smile and said seriously: "It's not that I want to quit Maoshan, but I think that if I continue to stay in Maoshan, sooner or later I will have big troubles that I can't solve."

Uncle Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still frowned: "It is natural for brothers to help and support each other." "Master, I am indeed their junior brother, but I am not their parents. In the past three years, in addition to you, Master, I have also solved a lot of problems for them. Those things are all in my mind, big and small, too numerous to mention. To be frank, I am confident that I can easily solve what happened last night, but I want to ask, why?"

"You are fellow apprentices..."

"Master!" Hong Chen interrupted Uncle Jiu for the first time, and his tone was extremely serious. "There is nothing wrong with brothers supporting each other. However, it is reasonable not to make the same mistake again, right? Why should I help someone who keeps making the same mistake over and over again? I am a cultivator, not someone who cleans up their messes! In other words, I don't want to clean up their messes now, is that not okay? Or, since Maoshan does not allow you to quit, will Master still destroy my cultivation?"

"Of course not!" Uncle Jiu quickly held his shoulder and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I know what you mean, but..."

Before he could finish his words, a sacred golden light suddenly emanated from the main hall.

Looking back, I saw an incomparably bright and brilliant golden light slowly flowing on the wooden carved tablet of the ancestor.

Without saying anything more, Uncle Jiu grabbed Hong Chen's arm and quickly went inside, kneeling on the mat.

After the ceremony, Uncle Jiu said in a loud voice: "Disciple Lin Fengjiao, and my disciple Hong Chen, respectfully welcome the master's order!" He raised his hands high above his head.

Hong Chen: You still say your name is not Lin Fengjiao? !
The next moment, the golden light from the tablet projected straight into Uncle Jiu's hands. The golden light was like silk woven into satin, and finally condensed into a scroll.

After the golden light had completely faded, Uncle Jiu slowly raised his head and looked at the scroll in his hand with an extremely complicated expression.

He was not in a hurry to open the scroll, but looked at Hong Chen with flashing eyes.

"you do this delibrately?"

Hong Chen didn't say anything, just shrugged.

Uncle Jiu looked back at Qiu Sheng and Wencai who were still kneeling there, and sighed deeply after a long moment.

When the scroll was opened, the content of the decree was clear.

Uncle Jiu didn't move for a long time.

Hong Chen didn't even feel any curiosity at all.

Perhaps it is indeed difficult for Uncle Jiu to make a decision, because he has watched Qiu Sheng and Wencai grow up. Although they are nominally master and apprentice, in reality they have long been like father and son. It's just that Uncle Jiu, as a father, is too indulgent towards his sons.

for a long time.

Uncle Jiu closed the scroll and bowed again to the tablet of the ancestor: "Disciple Lin Fengjiao, I will obey the ancestor's command!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll in his hand turned into light and disappeared.

After standing up, he patted Hong Chen on the shoulder and said, "You are thoughtful."

Hong Chen smiled but said nothing.

When he came in front of Qiu Sheng and Wencai, Uncle Jiu looked solemn.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai. You all heard what Ah Chen said just now. What do you think?"

Qiu Sheng: "Master, I know I was wrong and I will never make the same mistake again."

Wencai followed up, "Master, me too, I know I was wrong!"

Uncle Jiu's expression relaxed slightly.

Seeing this, Hong Chen said: "Everyone can admit their mistakes, but whether to change or not is another matter."

Qiu Sheng quickly stood up and raised his hand to swear: "Master, I swear that from now on I will never make the same mistake again!"

Wencai was stunned for a moment, then swore an oath with him.

Looking at the frightened looks in the two people's eyes, Uncle Jiu felt uncomfortable as well.

But the teachings of the ancestors cannot be disobeyed.

"Achen, get some paper and a pen."

"Yes."

Soon, Uncle Jiu picked up his pen and wrote a short document on the paper.

The general meaning is: if Qiu Sheng and Wencai make the same mistake again in the future, or fail to change in other aspects more than twice, they will be expelled from Maoshan immediately, and will have no connection with Maoshan from now on. No one in Maoshan can plead for them, otherwise they will be expelled as well.

It is not difficult to see that this document is not Uncle Jiu's opinion at all. He would not do such a decisive thing to his apprentice.

This, then, is the meaning of the Patriarch’s teachings.

In other words, it was the decree formulated by the ancestor according to Hong Chen's wishes.

Hong Chen looked back at the ancestral tablet and expressed gratitude with his eyes.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai held the pen, wrote their names tremblingly, and pressed their fingerprints with cinnabar-stained fingers.

In an instant, the document spontaneously combusted without any fire, and green smoke rose into the sky, leaving no trace of embers.

Uncle Jiu became more serious: "Listen carefully, you two. I don't know how many times I have helped you clean up the mess, but you must remember that this will be the last time. The document you signed has been submitted to the Grandmaster. If you make mistakes again in the future, even if I am willing to forgive you, the Grandmaster will not agree."

Qiu Sheng and Wencai's faces turned pale, their lips became cracked, and they nodded in fear.

In the afternoon, some of the Maoshan fellow disciples who lived nearby had arrived, and Uncle Jiu asked Ren Fa to place them in Renjia Town to rest for a while.

After nightfall, Uncle Jiu immediately set out to catch ghosts.

But those ghosts could sense the Taoist aura on him from a long distance and didn't even have time to hide, so how could they show up on their own?

After working all night, they caught less than ten ghosts.

The next morning, the charity cemetery became very lively.

Except for Master Uncle Shi Jian, everyone else who could come had arrived.

Uncle Simu was unable to make it in time to deliver the goods, and Uncle Qianhe had already run away for who knows how far away.

Therefore, Hong Chen didn’t recognize any of the elders in the hall today.

After some discussion, everyone initially agreed to use the Xiantian Bagua Formation to subdue ghosts in large numbers.

"Brother Lin, although we have almost finished our discussion, do we still need to wait for the eldest brother to come and hear his opinion?"

Uncle Jiu nodded: "Junior brother is right, the eldest brother should be here soon, we will make the final decision after he arrives."

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng, who was standing behind Uncle Jiu, frowned.

What happened yesterday already made him unhappy, and he hadn’t said a word to Hong Chen until now. Now he was waiting anxiously, feeling even more unhappy.

"We are all waiting for him, who does he think he is?"

Uncle Jiu’s eyes twitched wildly.

Hong Chen didn't want to talk, he was really tired.

But he couldn't stand Uncle Jiu's gaze and had to speak.

"Master's eldest senior brother is our great uncle. As for who he is... hehe, he can beat you to death with one hand, and then pull your soul out and beat it to pieces."

(End of this chapter)