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Chapter 23 Crime and Punishment (Part 2)

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    Ever since they discovered that Xie Yue and Ming Dao were getting involved last night, Chang Kaishen and Zong Heng had actually expected that there might be some confusion.

    I don¡¯t know what kind of maggots Xie Yue got, but this matter actually led to going to the ¡®Discipline Academy¡¯ to drink tea, which made the two brothers a little confused.

    The Discipline Academy, which is specifically responsible for internal supervision, usually has little sense of existence.

    If someone in the sect makes a mistake, the golden elixir head of each academy is not just a decoration. There is also the head of the sect who oversees all the affairs of the sect and is responsible for his eyebrows and beard. The role of the Discipline Academy is nothing more than to send  People go through the procedures to confirm whether the punishment is implemented in place.

    But this does not mean that the Discipline Yuan is a marginalized Qingshui Yamen.

    This monastery maintains a staff of one hundred foundation-building iron rod lamas all year round, which is exactly the core combat unit used by the Maha Infinite Palace to train foundation-building thugs.

    In fact, the outside world also calls Luo Han Tang, where they and Jin Dan¡¯s heart sticks gather together, the two giant iron fists.

    For Chang Kaishen and Zong Heng, being called to the Discipline Academy is not a good thing, because this attitude is too ridiculous.

    It is said that once you enter the meditation hall of the Vinaya Monastery, if the preceptor says that ginger grows on trees, you cannot say that it grows on mud.

    What is intriguing is that on the way they were taken to the Discipline Monastery by Master Loulan, they happened to meet Master Ivan, the "deputy temple" of Fangshengchi and the "Zhizang Dharma Gate" of Huohuanshi on the way.  The great master.

    These two foundation-building masters happened to be the immediate bosses of Zhuang Yuan Lang and Little Baldy. They chatted with Master Lou Lan for a few words. When they said goodbye, they sternly warned the two newbies that they must go to the Discipline Academy.  Perform well and so on.

    Master Lou Lan¡¯s face suddenly looked a little unhappy, and he didn¡¯t say anything to the two little bastards along the way.

    After arriving at the Discipline Academy, Lou Lan led them into an empty side hall and asked them to wait while he closed the hall door and left.

    Brothers, you look at me and I look at you. They both have ignorant and innocent expressions on their faces. Their acting skills are soaring.

    This is the Discipline Academy. Although there is not even a ghost in this side hall, God knows how many pairs of eyes are watching through magic weapons.

    "Fa Ming, why did that guy from Xieyue tell the superiors about us?" Chang Kaishen was bored with waiting, so he found a futon and sat down: "I have only been a partner with him for a day, so I asked myself  There¡¯s nothing I feel sorry for him about, but I¡¯m quite happy with him.¡±

    "You haven't beaten him, have you?" Zong Heng also found a futon and sat next to him. He opened Wu Xiu's eight-sided sword and thought about the secret sword's legacy: "In this world, there is no  Hate for no reason.¡±

    "You're kidding, I'm a monk. I always make things easy for others and never leave my heart of kindness. How can I be a barbarian who just starts acting when I don't agree with you?" Zhuangyuan Langxian habitually boasted about his compassionate Buddha nature, then turned around and slapped himself.  He said with a smile on his face: "I admit that when we first met, I kicked Xie Yue into the mosquito-repellent incense sea, but that was just because I saw that he was intoxicated and hungover, and I wanted to help him cheer up. It was purely out of kindness."

    "Then you can't blame others." Zong Heng held his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Think about it for a second, if you were Xieyue and lost Yuanyang by mistake during the battle in the room, your path of cultivation would have reached a dead end. What would you earn every month?  With a salary of hundreds of spiritual sands, you can only work as a monk for a day and work hard; suddenly a junior with excellent qualifications comes as your partner. When you meet, he will give you a good repair first, and then take you to Sanjiang Pavilion.  When you go to live and drink, you watch the other party spend money like water, and help the billionaire Da Siyi break through the barriers, and receive hundreds of thousands of spiritual sand in one go - may I ask you, will you go crazy with jealousy? "

    "Of course I won't be jealous! Because I am a good man who is upright and upright. I will pay for the things I want with my hard work and sweat."

    "The little bald man is so disgusted, big-breasted brother, although we are singing together, there is no need for you to design such shameless lines for yourself, right?"  In the five days since you started, you have been either killing people or on the way to kill them. How can you say that hard work is a loss of heart or not?

    "I learned a lesson this time, I made careless friends." Chang Kaishen lamented: "Actually, why would Xieyue harm others without benefiting himself? What benefits can he gain from doing such a disgraceful thing? Is it possible that the sect  Can he still restore his Yuanyang?"

    "You are dreaming. Yuanyang is lost. How can it be recovered so easily?" The little bald head rubbed his bald head and sneered: "The lesson this time is too profound. We must not cut off the road ahead in the future.  When a monk comes too close, these desperate drowning men will do anything immoral just to grab a straw."

    "No big deal"??'s!  "Chang Kaishen didn't care: "Xie Yue's evil tricks of falsely accusing people behind his back, what can he do to me?  "

    "Fake Oil, do you really treat our Discipline Academy as a decoration?" A warm and kind, yet dignified voice came from behind the two of them.

    Chang Kaishen and Zong Heng quickly got up from the futon and discovered that a tall and handsome man had quietly appeared in the side hall. They saw that he had red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, and was wearing a robe with twenty-five monks outlined in gold threads.  Kali Yi, with snow-like frosty hair tied into a ball bun, with a fresh peach branch inserted across it as a hairpin.

    It was already late spring, and the peach blossoms should have fallen long ago. Somehow, the peach branches inserted in his bun were actually covered with budding buds.

    The two little bastards pretended to be shocked and at a loss as novices, and hurriedly saluted the handsome uncle with crossed arms.

    This gentleman is none other than the first great monk of the Discipline Academy, Master Weifan Wang.

    In order to break through the bottleneck of the second level of the golden elixir, King Wei Fan practiced the 'Peach Blossom Zen' to help break through the threshold, and then he dressed up in a strange way, not a monk, but a vulgar person.

    "There is no need to be formal." The attitude of Master Weifan King was quite cordial, not at all like the ruthless Discipline Monk in charge of the incense board in the legend: "Fake You, Xie Yue's report on you has been verified by our Discipline Academy.  Clearly, you cannot be blamed for helping the Mojia Mountain Heretic break through the barrier. But you told the Mojia Mountain Heretic about the Eighth Master¡¯s Chujing"

    "I admit it." Chang Kaishen blushed, his face was full of shame, and he was in pain: "This disciple did not keep his mouth shut for a while, and leaked the Eighth Master Ebixiang's Xingzang. No matter how the Discipline Academy punishes me, I am willing to accept it."

    This bachelor-style coping method was taught to him by Zong Heng in advance.

    Don¡¯t argue, don¡¯t be tough, don¡¯t be strong-willed.

    Since the Discipline Academy invites you to visit, there is no need to talk about what is available and what is not available, it is meaningless.

    If the punishment is extremely unfair, you can apply to convene a meeting to allow all Buddhist cultivators in the Maha Infinite Palace to discuss right and wrong.  If you're not prepared to do this, just lower your profile and accept the punishment.

    Chang Kaishen has also been through the system, and of course he understands what "fighting the organization" means, so he naturally follows the good and moves closer to the organization.

    "Oh? Don't you need to confront Xie Yue?" Master Wei Fan Wang flicked his sleeves and revealed a familiar figure.

    Xie Yue rolled on the ground several times and slowly got up, her hair disheveled and looking embarrassed.  His eyes were full of spite.

    "No need to confront." Zhuangyuan Lang bowed to Master Weifan Wang and looked at Xie Yue with a pity look. The guy's Qi sea disappeared and he had changed from a monk to a mortal: "Who has no power?"  Mistake? If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

    "Don't beat around the bush and sneer at me, Fake Oil." Xie Yue bit her lips and looked at the Number One Scholar with a fierce look: "I don't regret it. Even if I was destroyed by the leader, I won't regret it at all! I just want to  Let me tell you, these proud men of heaven, don¡¯t just rely on your own abilities and a few dirty dollars to be tyrannical and do whatever you want!¡±

    "Domineering? Doing whatever you want? I gave you a whole serving of 'Ice Musk Dipterocarp'!"

    "Yes, you are so generous!" Xie Yue's jealousy wanted to burn down this side hall: "Since you are so generous, why don't you go to the end and give me the Yuan Yang that I need most?"

    "Xie Yue, do you know that Fake You has also understood the martial arts realm above that of the Martial Saint?" Zong Heng couldn't help but interject.

    "What the hell does it have to do with me? I won't mess with his balls like a bitch like you!"

    Master Weifan Wang had no intention of opening his mouth to stop. Instead, he watched the two bickering with interest, and did not forget to remind them to pay attention to one thing: "About the revelation of the martial arts realm above the Martial Saint, there was a public discussion last night.  The title given by our Buddhist cultivators is 'Namo Hui Jian Bodhisattva', and the title given by the Xuanmen monks represented by the Diaolong Sword Sect is 'Chun Yang Sword Immortal'."

    "Even if he realizes the martial arts realm above that of Hui Jian Bodhisattva, I won't let him down!" Xie Yue's saliva spattered.

    "Did you know that Fakeyou, the Wisdom Sword Bodhisattva, can summon a secret sword talisman and instruct others with a secret sword?"

    "Do you know that martial arts can be practiced by mastering a secret sword?"

    "Do you know that martial arts cultivators have external root bones and do not need physical Yuanyang at all?"

    The little bald head questioned Xie Yue three times in a row about his soul, turning his face as pale as earth.

    "If you don't have a knife in your back, Fake Oil will definitely help you restart your martial arts path." Zong Heng looked at Xie Yue like a broom star: "With a single thought, you ruined your own destiny with your own hands.  What did you get in exchange?"

      "In exchange for the throne of a mortal country." Master Wei Fan Wang smiled and said: "This is the reward that the Supreme Headmaster personally promised to Xie Yue."

    Chang Kaishen and Zong Heng had expressionless faces.

    The evil moon is like mourning a heir.

    The throne of imperial power that countless ordinary people dream of is just a den for corrupt dogs to cultivators.

    This is a world where strength is the most important thing. Without strength, money, wealth, power and beauty are nothing but flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

    No matter how bad a cultivator is, killing a mortal emperor is not more difficult than killing a chicken.

    Xie Yue threw her head back and laughed, laughing until she coughed and burst into tears, as if she was crazy.

    He wiped away his tears, sat down on the ground, crossed his legs to form a Demon Subduing Seal, and his rickety body suddenly straightened up.

    "The solution will make the sky full of flying white jade, and it will turn the earth into gold. If you go to the mountains and forests today, don't miss the scriptures again in the next life!"

    He glanced at the No. 1 Scholar, the Little Bald Man and Master Wei Fan Wang with disdain, and read aloud a fatal gatha.

    The moment he cut off his heart and showed his nirvana, his decadent and defeated face suddenly glowed with a strange look, and his eyes were once again filled with youthful arrogance.

    Since you have done it, you will never regret it. A monk is determined to die.

    PS: This chapter is from yesterday. I will try my best to write another chapter this afternoon.
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