I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 89 Injured Mamadi (please subscribe)

 Jiayin year.

 Ding Chou Yue.

 Bingyin day.

 The twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month in the old calendar.

 There are no taboos.

In Maoshan Yuanfu Palace, Sanqing Hall, Chen Qingyan, the head of Waimao, is wearing a red robe and holding a snow-white whisk. He is one hundred and three years old, but his complexion has not shown any signs of decline. He stands straight at the bottom of the holy statue with a rosy face. ,kindly.

 “Meet the leader!”

At a quarter of the hour, Shi Jian, wearing a green robe and holding a blue wooden sword, stepped into the hall with seven figures and bowed his hands.

Chen Qingyan glanced at the figure behind him and said with a smile: "Nephew, you don't have to be polite..."

Shi Jian nodded slightly, raised his arm, and led his close followers, including Shi Shaojian, to stand at the lower right of the headmaster, with a serious and old-fashioned look on his thin cheeks.

"Meet the leader." Not long after, Uncle Jiu, dressed in yellow robes and carrying a mahogany sword on his back, came with six people including Qin Yao and bowed in salute.

 Chen Qingyan was still smiling and sighed: "Little Gillian, long time no see."

Uncle Jiu: “…”

 The old face blushed slightly.

This old naughty boy definitely did it on purpose.

 You can even call me Fengjiao!

Little Gillian…

What a shame.

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and took a deep look at the old Taoist priest. Seeing the kindness and gentleness in his smiling eyes, he knew that the title was just a joke.

There is no other way, who gave Uncle Jiu the name Lin Fengjiao? Can't we say that calling you by your name means disrespecting you?

But...calling Jiu Shu and Xiao Gillian in front of his face seemed very satisfying.

Is it worth getting beaten and yelled at?

“You are little Gillian’s third apprentice, what’s your name?” As if sensing his gaze, Chen Qingyan looked at him.

Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to remind him, Qin Yao quickly came to his senses, cupped his fists and said, "Qin Yao pays homage to the master."

 Inexplicably, a feeling of being a gangster came to my face, which stabbed the old Taoist's smile and made him laugh happily.

　　At thirty you stand tall; at forty you are not confused; at fifty you know the destiny; at sixty you are attuned; at seventy you follow your heart's desires without exceeding the rules.

The old Taoist priest has long passed the stage of not violating the rules. He laughs from his heart, like a child, and no longer abides by some secular rules...

I don't know whether it was because of the pure gaze of the other party or simply because of the old Taoist priest's personality charm. Although Qin Yao was surprised, he did not have the idea that the old man was sick, and he almost laughed out loud.

This is just like when you watch a short video and see a person who is pleasing to your eyes laughing, you are very likely to be infected, and you will start laughing even if you don't know the cause and effect.

Of course, the premise is that it is pleasing to the eye, otherwise it is just a sign of mental retardation!

　　"Meet the leader, meet Senior Brother Shi Jian, and meet Senior Brother Lin."

Just as the two were looking at each other, and Qin Yao couldn't help but laugh, a long-faced Taoist priest wearing a golden Taoist robe and a red and blue Bagua gold scarf walked into the hall alone, rubbed his nose, and bowed his hands.

"Mamadi, who asked you to wear the golden Taoist robe?" Perhaps the color of the Taoist robe on his body was too arrogant, and Shi Jian, who regarded himself as the future elder of the execution hall, could not stand it.

"Is this the legendary Uncle Mamadi?" Qin Yao trembled and took a step back silently.

Brother Yao is not afraid of ghosts and demons, but he is afraid of those two hundred and five who specialize in cheating his teammates.

Mamadi had a bad temper and was obsessed with saving face. Seeing Shi Jian scolding him in front of so many people, he felt very unhappy: "What color does the robe I wear have anything to do with you? Just go out if you don't like it." ”

Shi Jian said angrily: "What a shame."

"You are so presumptuous, how can you be allowed to keep your voice low in front of the leader?" Mumadi was startled by him and said while trying to save his face.

“Okay, okay, you two, stop arguing. Isn’t it just the color of a Taoist robe? It’s harmless.” Chen Qingyan couldn’t make the clay statue, so he waved his hand.

Shi Jian's face was gloomy, but he gave the leader face. Mamadi muttered a few words in a low voice habitually, and glanced at the Yizhuang family.

 ‘Don’t come over here~’ Qin Yao’s eyes widened and he shouted in his heart.

However, what are you afraid of and what are you coming for? He just smiled and walked straight to Uncle Jiu: "Senior Brother Lin, how are you doing lately?"

Uncle Jiu didn’t wait to see him. He smiled and nodded: “Very good, very good…”

 “Greetings to the headmaster and all the senior brothers.” Just as the two of them were exchanging greetings, a four-eyed Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe and holding a yellow flag in his hand stepped through the door and saluted forward.

"Are you driving away corpses again?" Chen Qingyan looked at the word "order" on his yellow flag and asked with a smile.

“I just brought a group of clients and will send them to the underworld after the meeting.” Shimu responded with a smile.

 Chen Qingyan: “…”

 No need to ask.

"Nephew, long time no see." Seeing that the master obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore, he looked at Qin Yao without any embarrassment and turned to Qin Yao.

 There is no other way, he is the tallest in the audience, and naturally the most eye-catching.

Hearing the title of eldest nephew, Shi Jian wanted to say something again, but in the end he held it back.

 Subsequently, Taoists holding flags, banners, and cymbals; Qianhe, Wu Cai, Wang Hai, Qi Gu, Yuan Laodao...

 Hands of disciples from Maoshan, famous and unknown, came in droves.

The finale was a middle-aged woman who was not wearing a Taoist robe, but was wearing a white fashion. She laughed without saying anything, and her laughter was wild. But when she saw Uncle Jiu, her wild laughter suddenly stopped, and her face was sullen. Two red clouds suddenly appeared.

how to say.

In less than five seconds, a funny feeling came over me.

“Azhi, find a place to stand, it’s time for a meeting.” Chen Qingyan coughed lightly and waved his hand.

  Ze Gu (Wu Zhue) nodded slightly and came to Uncle Jiu without thinking: "Senior Brother Lin."

Uncle Jiu could not resist the other party's fiery gaze, and he did not dare to look directly into his eyes: "Junior sister, please stand next to Mamadi first."

Ze Gu turned her head and glanced at Mamadi, who instantly took out the index finger inserted into her nostril and rubbed it behind her back, as if she was electrocuted.

　　vomit…

Aunt Zhe's face turned green, and she turned around and came to Mao Shanming: "Senior Brother Lin, I think it's good if I'm next to Senior Brother Mao."

roughly:"…"

What's the meaning?

　Who is it?

 Am I so despised by others?

 Mama was very hurt.

“Okay everyone, now that everyone is here, let’s start today’s discussion.”

Chen Qingyan put away the smile on his face and opened his mouth to attract everyone's attention: "The main content of today's discussion is whether it is necessary to establish a torture hall in Maoshan. I hope everyone can express their opinions. Let's work together to make a plan that meets the expectations of most people. decision."

 “Let me talk about it first.”

Shi Jian came out of the queue and glanced at all the brothers with a gloomy gaze: "I proposed the establishment of the execution hall, and no one understands the significance of it better than me.

 First of all, this can prevent relatives from hiding from each other and maintain the sanctity of Maoshan's precepts.

Secondly, doing so can prevent relatives from feeling pain, enemies from anger, and avoid damaging the moral integrity of relatives of those who violate the precepts.

 Finally, there is no rule without rules. The Xingtang is the guardian of Maoshan's rules. It can clear away the moths in Maoshan and allow our Maoshan sect to develop longer and more prosperously..."

 “I’ve finished speaking about my attitude, who is in favor and who is against??”

 (End of this chapter)