Chapter 9: The Road to Impeachment Becomes Clear

Mingdaofeng and Mingxin Hall are not only a place for major lectures, but also a place for discussing important matters in the temple.

It was late at night, but the place was still brightly lit, with numerous figures, and candles as thick as a baby's arm flickered brightly. The red sandalwood incense that Wu Yi cherished so much rose out of the four huge incense burner mouths at the four corners of the hall, straight into the sky, and then It fell slowly and lingered for a long time, rendering the huge hall like a fairyland on earth.

Wang Chuchen sat at the head of the table, and the deacons and elders in the temple sat in a circle around him. This discussion system could not only reflect the dominant position of the temple owner, but also reflect the opinions of other people sitting there.

Of course, the most important thing is that they have all opened their pulses, which means they are in the foundation-building realm. Strength is the decisive factor in status. Wang Chuchen's Half-Step Golden Pill is naturally the leader of this group of people.

The matter they were discussing today was none other than Wu Yi. The cause of the matter was a disciple's impeachment of Wu Yi, who believed that his qualifications were low and not worthy of being a disciple.

His words are naturally strong-armed. Less than half a month after Wu Yi entered the mountain gate, most people cannot feel angry within half a month. Although there are some wizards who can feel angry within three days or even faster, it is not enough to comment on Wu Yi so far. His qualifications are low, and his remarks are more like jealousy of Wu Yi's abnormal entry.

Originally, a small matter caused by jealousy between disciples only needed to be reprimanded to resolve it. The reason why the elders and deacons in Guanzhong were killed one after another was because of Wang Chuchen, who was represented behind Wu Yi.

If this incident can be used to prove that Wu Yi's qualifications are low, Wang Chuchen can be charged with unclear knowledge of people and disordered promotion and promotion. Even if he can maintain his position as the temple master by virtue of his reputation as the master of Lingya in the inner sect, It is absolutely impossible to maintain the original prestige. The lost power will be transferred downwards, but everyone else here is happy to see it.

This impeachment was not simple from the beginning. The disciple knew clearly that Wu Yi was recommended by Wang Chuchen. If someone could impeach him so easily, there must be someone behind the scenes.

Wang Chuchen was the first to speak: "Today's discussion is about Liu He's impeachment of Wu Yi. If you have any opinions, please tell me one by one."

As soon as Wang Chuchen finished speaking, a professor stood up and bowed to everyone, and said in a serious voice: "The temple has always recruited talented disciples who have made exceptions. After entering the school, these people have made rapid progress in cultivation and demonstrated their talents, such as those recruited by the previous Guanzhu Li. Lin Yu is now a true legend, and I think the current Wu Yi is far inferior."

This person's name is Sun Zhijie. Among the professors with bright heads and white beards, he looks particularly young with his shiny black hair. He thinks very highly of himself and is very talkative. He thinks he can get a glimpse of the secret of the golden elixir. He usually talks to Wang Chuchen. The face is respectful but the heart is contrary.

Wang Chuchen frowned slightly, with a hesitant look on his face, and turned his gaze to a Taoist priest on the right. As the master of one view, he could not put forward his own opinions as soon as he came up, and he was not completely untrusted. For example, he was looking at it now It was Li Gu, the deacon in charge of rituals in Guanzhong.

When Li Gu saw Wang Chuchen, his heart brightened, and he said calmly: "This Liu He is arrogant and self-respecting in his arrogant opinions. It is better to remove him as a disciple and withdraw the ultimatum."

Li Gu did not argue from the perspective of whether Wu Yi's qualifications were low, but started from the impeachment letter. As a deacon, if there is any impeachment, the disciples in Guan Zhong must inform him first, otherwise it will be regarded as overstepping the level, and the crime will be charged. It can be big or small.

As the deacon in charge of this matter, he was naturally extremely dissatisfied with this. By convicting the impeacher, he not only felt bad in his heart, but also denied the impeachment. This was to kill two birds with one stone.

Hearing Li Gu's words, Sun Zhijie immediately replied: "Although there are faults in Liu He's leapfrog letter, the impeachment is true. Even if he is not rewarded, the merits and demerits should be equal to each other."

Sun Zhijie clung to Wu Yi and tried his best to burn Wang Chuchen.

Li Gu then went back and forth with Sun Zhijie for several rounds. Both sides couldn't please each other with words, and no one could convince the other.

Seeing that the scene was frozen, Wang Chuchen looked at an old Taoist on his left out of the corner of his eye. He saw that his eyes were cloudy and he seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping. He seemed to be in a state of wandering. He couldn't help but secretly cursed in his heart that he was a thief if he was too old to die.

This old Taoist was called Ge Xuanlang, and he was half buried in the earth. He had no chance to go further in this life. However, he had been occupying the Qi Taoist temple in Liucheng for nearly two decades. He had also served as the temple master. He was born in the Ge family of Nanjun. He had a deep foundation and was a professor in the temple. Most of his disciples benefit from his kindness, and every temple master needs his help, and he even becomes the de facto temple master when the temple master is not doing anything.

It is very likely that this dispute was instigated by him, and behind the dispute was the struggle between the master-disciple line and the aristocratic family line.

Wang Chuchen's method of recruiting Wu Yi was the method of master-disciple lineage, just like how Lingya Master recruited Wang Chuchen in the past. The lineage of the family represented by Ge Xuanlang was based on blood relationship, supplemented by talent. In the past, major aristocratic families almost monopolized all disciple quotas.

Wu Yi was a chess piece used by Wang Chuchen to recruit disciples and the reform, and Liu He was a chess piece used by Ge Xuanlang to oppose the reform.

The game will unfold between the two.

"Senior Brother Ge, how do you think this matter should be handled?" Wang Chuchen faced Ge Xuanlang and asked.

"Hmm, oh," Ge Xuanlang was at a loss for a while as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and then said casually: "In just half a month, I can't see anything. It's better to wait for a few days to see the effects. "Ge Xuanlang did not urge to find out what Wu Yi's qualifications were, but chose to drag the word, which not only showed a tolerant and generous image, but also quietly ignored Liu He's letter.

Wang Chuchen did not argue and said: "Good, let's decide this for now. Do you have any objections?" He looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

Everyone felt a sense of oppression when he looked at them. Even the most unruly one was Sun Zhijie, who nodded and said in unison with everyone: "This is very good."

After the meeting, Li Gu walked at the end and said to Wang Chuchen: "Brother, why do you have to let Wu Yi be the one to break the situation? Half a month has passed, and there is no sign of him getting angry. Wouldn't it ruin your efforts?" There seemed to be a sense of blaming Wang Chuchen in his words.

Wang Chuchen smiled lightly and said: "If I am lucky enough to open up a path for many poor scholars, it is naturally my wish. If not, it will not be much worse than it is now. Success may be gratifying, and failure is not disturbing."

Li Gu had no choice but to leave in dismay, knowing that his brother had never cared much about power struggles.

The next day, Wu Yi chose to get up before dawn and placed the beads at the door so that they could absorb more of the early sun's energy.

It was sunrise again, and when the first bright color in the east cut through the sky, a new day had arrived.

Looking at the majestic golden crow, Wu Yi suddenly had an idea. He wondered if the method he figured out yesterday would be effective.

Do it when you want to do it. Wu Yi collected his mind and stopped thinking. He had no distractions and imagined the two images of the tortoise and the snake. Soon, the long breathing sound came again.

It was hard to tell how much difference there was from practicing at other times. It seemed that the air was fresher and more humid, and the fragrance of the soil could be smelled.

The early sun rose quickly. When Wu Yi felt the heat, he stopped breathing.

Wu Yi's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and his face showed doubt. He could feel the flow and change of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the power it contained, but like a bystander, he watched it run in his body but could not mobilize it.

Perhaps this is the difference between immortals and mortals. Wu Yi understood in his heart that cultivators absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, control the changes of yin and yang, and change from a spectator to a chess player.

Wu Yi knew that the sense of qi was born in the lower dantian, but he could not guide the spiritual energy into the lower dantian. He could only watch the spiritual energy dissipate throughout the body, and then slowly leave the body with exhalation. The body can indeed absorb some spiritual energy spontaneously, but it is not as good as those exercises.

Strictly speaking, the method that Wu Yi has realized now is not a method of cultivation, but more like a method of strengthening the body. Long-term practice can indeed achieve the effect of prolonging life, but it cannot open the door to cultivation.

How to mobilize these spiritual energies, Wu Yi fell into deep thought.

"Oh, why did I forget this." Wu Yi suddenly stood up and hurriedly took out the "Small Zhoutian Moving Technique" from the series of books. This scripture was previously put aside by Wu Yi because it mostly talked about the method of cultivation after the sense of qi was born. He sought another way out and realized the tortoise and snake breathing technique.

Wu Yi thought that since the way of cultivation after realizing the sense of Qi is like this, if we reverse it, wouldn’t it be possible to realize the sense of Qi from this?

Wu Yi opened the book and read it carefully again, fearing that there would be no omissions.

"The internal Qi circulates in the body along the Ren and Du meridians, that is, the internal Qi starts from the lower Dantian, passes through the perineum, passes through the anus, and passes through the three gates of the coccyx, the Jiaji and the jade pillow along the spine and the Du meridian, to the top of the head Niwan, and then goes down through the two ears and cheeks, and reaches the tip of the tongue. Connecting with the Ren meridian, it returns to the Dantian along the middle of the chest and abdomen." Wu Yi read it out bit by bit. Although he had memorized these by heart, what he had to do now was to modify the exercises.

Imagine that he was sometimes a turtle and sometimes a snake. Wu Yi felt a long breath under his nose again, carefully letting the internal Qi pass through the Ren and Du meridians, one in and one out, circulating back and forth, and could not be interrupted.

After only twelve cycles, Wu Yi's forehead was sweating and he had to open his eyes. His eyes were dim and his whole body was shaky.

"It's so exhausting." Wu Yi looked tired, but he couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He clearly felt a little blockage when the internal qi passed through the navel, but every time the internal qi passed, the blockage was shaken. It can be expected that when the blockage disappeared, he would feel the qi.

Wu Yi continued to practice for less than one week, and heard a shout: "Stop, do you want to die?"

Wu Yi, who was trying to control the turbid air, couldn't hold on in one breath and spit it all out. His face was a little pale, and his body was shaking and almost fell backwards.

"What did you say?" Wu Yi looked at the beads and asked, his voice weak.

"With your practice method, let alone the dantian feeling, the whole person will collapse soon." The black beetle said with disdain.

Wu Yi was silent, knowing that it was true. He actually had an idea in his mind to see where his limit was, but he was interrupted by the black beetle.

"If I die, you will be free again. Remind me what to do."

"Even if you want to kill yourself, you should die by my hand, otherwise I will not be able to get rid of the anger in my heart."

Wu Yi understood that it was probably because of the fire. If he died, the black beetle would not be able to get a good result, and even "die with him". This is why the black beetle intervened. In fact, Wu Yi may have thought of testing the black beetle by risking his life. Now it seems that he has succeeded halfway.

"Then what should I do?" The reason why Wu Yi wanted the black beetle to speak in advance was for this question now. If he asked this question before, the black beetle must have the upper hand, and the host and the guest would switch places. But now, the black beetle consciously gave him the skills, and the black beetle begged him to take it.

"If you don't find some natural treasures and practice rashly, you will probably die of exhaustion in the end."

"As a person who leaves home to seek the truth, where can I find the natural treasures? Although I am poor in literature and rich in martial arts, the big test is coming, and I have to take this dangerous path!" Wu Yi acted like a rogue and made up his mind to let the black beetle spit out some good things.

The black beetle was silent for a long time, and Wu Yi did not speak either. He quietly waited for the black beetle's decision, and in his heart he silently thought about the omissions and mistakes in his previous practice and perfected his ideas.

After about a cup of tea, it can be seen that the black beetle struggled in his heart, and finally said: "I have a body refining technique here. You can practice it without stopping, which can be beneficial."

A red light came out through the flame, which should be harmless. Wu Yi let the red light enter his brain without worry.

The red light was composed of countless human figures. At first glance, it looked static, but then it was a moving scene, which was very magical.

But Wu Yi, who was already exhausted from practicing and fighting wits with the black beetle, had no energy to watch this, so he went to bed and fell into a deep sleep.