Weird fairy

After listening to the other party's words, Zhuge Yuan was stunned for a while, and then he came to his senses and quickly replied: "The old man is too modest. He has been with his master all the year round and has gained some experience. It is not worth mentioning."

Listening to the meaning of the old man's words, it seems that he is not too angry, and maybe there is still a chance to mediate.

It didn't matter to him, but he didn't want Li Jinshu to be punished for helping him. After all, he asked him for help.

Not to mention that the other party helped me for free, but I would be really sorry if I was punished for this matter.

"This knowledge is extraordinary. Ordinary people don't have this kind of knowledge." The old man put his hands behind his back and walked around Zhuge Yuan. "Tell me, who are you and where do you come from."

"Master, he was before—" Before Li Jinshu could finish speaking, with a wave of the old man's hand, Li Jinshu's mouth was wiped onto his wide sleeves. "I asked you? Doesn't this kid have a mouth?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yuan quickly made a long story short and explained the cause and effect of the matter.

"You said you begged Li Jinshu to bring you here? Did you know that there would be a way for you to enter the Minglun Hall?" The old man confirmed again with a straight face.

Zhuge Yuan glanced at the other party and nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

The old man nodded, slowly raised his long sleeves, put Li Jinshu's mouth attached to the sleeves to his ear, and listened quietly to something.

When the other party put down his cuffs and showed a smiley expression on his face, Zhuge Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Boy, do you think you can deceive me with this little trick? Don't worry, his punishment will be inevitable, and so will yours."

Zhuge Yuan, who was frowning, immediately stepped forward and saluted with both hands. "Old senior, this all started with me. A good man does what he does, so I will bear any punishment alone!"

"Can you afford it? You don't even know what the punishment is, so you dare to speak out?"

Zhuge Yuan answered immediately without hesitation. "No matter what the punishment is, I will bear it!"

"Okay~!" The old man gave Zhuge Yuan a thumbs up, "Boy, if you have the guts, come with me!"

Seeing the other party waving his sleeves and leaving, Zhuge Yuan glanced at the mouthless Li Jinshu who was waving towards him, and he quickly followed him.

Just as Li Jinshu was about to give chase, he was pinned to the ground by various hands behind him.

With an anxious mood, Zhuge Yuan followed him around the courtyard.

Just when he was secretly wondering where the other party was taking him, a dark cellar soon appeared in front of Zhuge Yuan.

The strong and pungent smell of blood and miserable screams came from inside, all of which made Zhuge Yuan's face turn pale. It was obvious that this was not a kind place.

"Boy, where is the ability to talk big just now? Come on in."

The old man crossed his arms and watched with a sneer. "Tell me, who is here? Just tell the truth and someone else can do it for you."

There was a trace of struggle and hesitation in Zhuge Yuan's eyes, but when he thought that he might not die, he immediately became firm.

"It's me!" After Zhuge Yuan said that, he immediately walked towards the cellar without hesitation.

As he got closer, there were more screams, and Zhuge Yuan could even see half of a human skin peeled off.

But just when he was about to enter the cellar, a wrinkled old hand stretched out from behind and gently lifted it along the edge of the cellar. The cellar, the screams and the smell of blood instantly rolled into a picture. It was taken.

"No, that Xingfang is just a painting!" Zhuge Liang suddenly reacted and turned to look.

The old man stood there, nodded in agreement to Zhuge Yuan, and left without saying a word.

Just when Zhuge Yuan was confused, the other party said two cold words, "Follow up."

Zhuge Yuan was mentally prepared for what kind of severe punishment he would receive next. However, when he stood up again, what appeared in front of him was a very simple bookstore.

"Kneel there and read a book." The old man pointed to the low table next to him, where a dark yellow old book was placed neatly.

Now that he has come, he will be at ease. Xingfang is not afraid. Could it be that he is still afraid of this? Zhuge Yuan immediately walked over, sat down with his legs crossed, and began to read. "Disciples' rules, saints' teachings, filial piety first, and sincerity second."

Seeing the content above, Zhuge Yuan was a little surprised and raised his head to look at the old man.

"Keep looking and keep reading with your mouth!"

No longer afraid of severe punishment, Zhuge Yuan was afraid that his disciples would not follow the rules by reading this book, so he immediately started reading it loudly.

". If a Taoist is good, it is good. When people know it, they will think more and encourage it. If they encourage others to do evil, it is evil. The disease is serious, misfortune will be caused, and evil and eccentric things must be asked."

Zhuge Yuan kept chanting, loudly at first, but as he chanted, the situation changed.

It is not people who read, but books that read people. Every word he read in the book was like red-hot cast iron and was deeply embedded in his mind.

This was not just a matter of rote memorization, but the content recorded in the book was replacing the thoughts in his mind.

Zhuge Yuan felt a sense of fear in his heart. He could feel that if he continued to read, his rules for doing things in the future would not be determined by his own will, but everything would be done according to what was recorded in the book.

"No! I don't want this, I don't want it!!" Zhuge Yuan struggled desperately and closed his eyes with all his strength.

"All people must be loved. The sky is the same, the earth is the same, and the same people are the same. There are different kinds of people, and there are many vulgar people. The benevolent people hope!"

With a "bump", Zhuge Yuan's forehead hit the wooden table heavily, and the reciting finally stopped.

Zhuge Yuan's forehead was bleeding, and the scarlet blood slowly soaked through the sheets of paper.

But he was panting heavily and had no time to pay attention to this. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the old man not far away, "Senior, why is this?"

"Why? Don't you want to enter the Pinglun Hall? I see that you have a good foundation, so I made an exception to let you in."

"But that feeling just now?" Zhuge Yuan asked with some lingering fear.

"Everyone who enters Ming Lun Hall must memorize the disciple rules and let the good rules left by the sages wash your marrow and renew your energy."

"No, no, this is wrong!" Zhuge Yuan stood up while shaking his head.

"Huh?" The old man frowned gradually, "What? Do you think that everything taught by disciples is wrong?"

"No, Master taught me the Disciple Rules. Everything written in them is correct, but this is definitely not how you teach people." Zhuge Yuan's eyes became very firm. "Master said that to truly learn something, you have to want to learn it yourself. It's useless to force someone to do it!"

"Hmph! Your wife? Who is your wife? How dare you question the thousands of years of rules of Minglun Hall?" The old man looked calm and confident.

"Old senior, are all the rules of Pinglun Hall necessarily correct? You can't even question them at all?"

"Then if the rules are wrong, how should the Ming Lun Hall correct it?"

"Bold!" The old man reached out and grabbed Zhuge Yuan's collar and led him up.

"I've seen you guys too many times. You always think you're better than your ancestors. You try to question the rules of our ancestors. You really don't know what you're doing!"

"When adults teach you, just listen and listen! When you are my age, you will naturally understand!"

As a hand stretched out from the old man's left palm, he grabbed the disciple's rules on the low stool and tried to cover Zhuge Yuan's face.

"I don't want to enter this Minglun Hall!" Zhuge Yuan firmly protected his face with his hands.

"Hmph! It's not up to you." When Zhuge Yuan came to his senses, he found that his arms appeared on the opponent's cuffs.

And the Disciple Rules in the opponent's hand was pressing down on his face like a big mountain.