Chapter 93: Tian Yuan Dharma Assembly (10)
While Lu Ren was talking on the phone with Ying Long, Zong Yi was outside the Zong family's meeting room, anxiously waiting for the morning discussion meeting to end. He was a step late in the morning, and when he arrived outside the meeting room, the discussion meeting had already begun.
He was struggling over whether he should rush in to interrupt this fruitless routine meeting and show the two insects caught by the mountain ghost and the unicorn cub to everyone in Xuanmen.
However, in Soichi's opinion, these two insects are still within the ability of "ordinary people" to deal with them, and it is not necessary to alarm the big guys.
Zong Yi couldn't make up his mind for a moment. He paced back and forth at the door, mustering up the courage to push open the two carved mahogany doors countless times, but overturned his idea countless times.
Just as Zong Yi was pacing outside the door, he happened to meet Qi Yu rushing in from the back mountain, exhausted.
Qi Yu's sudden appearance surprised Zong Yi. After all, according to rumors, Qi Yu had just recently lost his ability to summon gods, causing his status in the Xuanmen to plummet. He thought Qi Yu would deliberately avoid such occasions, but he didn't expect that he didn't avoid them.
Zong Yi was about to say hello to Qi Yu, but he found that Qi Yu 's face was not very good at the moment, and he looked as if the sky was about to fall.
In the spirit of elders' love for the younger generation, Zong Yi couldn't help but ask Qi Yu with concern: "Xiao Yu, why do you look so bad? Did something happen?"
Qi Yu knew Zong Yi, a well-known rich second-generation man in Xuanmen who was not doing his job properly.
Qi Yu heard that he has never been very keen on these trades passed down from his ancestors, but likes to shoot some fancy videos when he has nothing to do.
"It brought disgrace to the Xuanmen sect." At least that was Zhong Yong's evaluation.
I didn't expect to see Zong Yi outside the Dao Discussion Meeting today, but Qi Yu had no time to be surprised at the moment. He was only thinking about reporting the matter of the Five Yin Mysterious Ming Formation as soon as possible to prevent any more trouble.
So Qi Yu simply explained to Zong Yi: "I found the Five Yin Mysterious Formation in the back mountain!"
As soon as these words came out, even the uneducated Zong Yi opened his mouth wide. Anyone who grew up in the Xuan Sect would know how terrible the Five Yin Mysterious Nether Formation was.
It is said that more than 2,000 years ago, there was a Loulan alchemist who brought back the Five Yin Mysterious Array from the Central Plains in order to offer the King of Loulan the art of immortality. Although this array is strange and unusual, it can reverse life and death, yin and yang. The alchemist deceived the King of Loulan and said that this was a divine gift in a dream. The King of Loulan believed it, but he didn't expect that it would bring disaster to the entire ancient country of Loulan.
The Five Yin Spell connected Yin and Yang. When the array was completed, the gates of hell opened wide, and evil spirits scattered, devouring the people of the city, leaving no one alive. Thus, the once glorious ancient kingdom of Loulan was destroyed. Gold and bones were buried under the yellow sand, and the alchemist was nowhere to be found.
No one knows whether the Five Yin Mysterious Dark Formation can really increase a person's lifespan, but its ability to destroy lives is obvious to all. Therefore, for thousands of years, the Xuan Sect has always regarded the Five Yin Mysterious Dark Formation as a forbidden technique, and forbids its practitioners from practicing it.
However, the irony is that thousands of years have passed, and many spells that were legitimate but required extremely great effort have long been lost, while this harmful spell is still around like weeds on the roadside, growing again in the spring breeze.
Zong Yi suddenly heard the name of the Five Yin Mysterious Formation, and looked at the two nameless insects in the bottle in his hand. His eyelids twitched, and he thought something was wrong. Although he couldn't understand what was going on, he gradually realized that things were going to get out of hand.
He immediately decided not to wait and led Qi Yu to kick open the door of the venue.
However, everything inside the door made the two of them open their eyes wide.
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Let’s go back to half a day ago, when the discussion meeting had just begun.
This year's forum was particularly well attended.
In fact, rather than calling it a discussion meeting, it is more like a meeting for the future leaders of Xuanmen to appear. After all, the trend of Xuanmen in the next twenty years can be seen from the participants in the meeting.
Although the Xuanshi has gradually become a declining industry in the context of the technological era, the title of the number one in the Xuanmen still attracts everyone in the Xuanmen. Everyone wants to be the number one, no matter how small the circle is.
But just for such a false reputation that most ordinary people could not possibly know, the people in Xuanmen, in addition to legitimate competition, are also always thinking about how to stab each other in the back.
Sitting in the audience and listening to people discussing Taoism, Zhong Yong sneered at it.
He looked at the head of the Zong family who was giving an opening speech on the stage, and thought boringly: "What's the point of becoming the leader of a charlatan? Become a big charlatan and then organize a meeting of charlatans across the country?"
If he was not a direct descendant of the Zhong family and would be chased and beaten if he did not attend the discussion meeting, he would have run away long ago.
Thinking of this, Zhong Yong thought of Zong Yi. He was born in the side branch of the Zong family and could go wherever he wanted. He made being an internet celebrity his main job and no one cared. This was exactly why Zhong Yong hated Zong Yi: for so many years, Zong Yi always lived as he pleased, which made people feel annoyed.
Zhong Yong was unwilling to admit that deep down in his heart, he was not disgusted with Zong Yi, but rather envious. He envied the fact that he and Zong Yi grew up together, but Zong Yi could live so freely.
"Alas, how long will it take to end?" Zhong Yong was looking forward to the end of the meeting just fifteen minutes after it started. Zhong Yong sighed and turned his attention back to the head of the Zong family.
The head of the Zong family is 96 years old this year, which is exactly his zodiac year. At the age of 100, this old man who has been a powerful figure for 50 or 60 years finally has the idea of retiring. Judging from his intention this year, he plans to pass the position of the number one person in Xuanmen to his beloved grandson, Zong Chen.
I heard that the two younger generations of the Zong family, together with the kid from the Qi family, experienced a life-threatening disaster during the summer vacation.
As a result, Zong Chen was seriously injured and it took him two months to recover; the kid from the Qi family suffered a direct blow to his foundation, and it would be difficult for him to continue on the path of Xuanmen; on the contrary, Zong Nian, who had been looked down upon before, turned out to be a blessing in disguise and suddenly learned a lot of spells that had been lost long ago.
Rumor has it that Zong Nian might eventually replace Zong Chen and become the new number one in Xuanmen. All families are waiting to see if the Zong brothers will do something to quarrel with each other.
Several elders of the Zhong family had even boasted to each other in front of Zhong Yong excitedly, "Perhaps the Zong family will decline because of this, and the position of the number one family in Xuanmen will have to change hands, hahahaha."
Xuanmen is also very bored, Xuanmen also likes to eat melons, and Xuanmen likes to gossip .
When Zhong Yong thought of this, he looked at Zong Nian who was sitting next to Zong Chen and secretly playing with his phone, and thought, "These two brothers seem to be very friendly and respectful at the moment, I wonder if they are just acting."
The stage was painting a big picture, saying something like: "We will strive to make Xuanmen bigger and stronger this year, innovate the traditional craft industry, and cultivate young people's interest in our traditional industry."
Zhong Yong heard the same two sentences every year, and his ears were almost callused from hearing them.
Then, in boredom, Zhong Yong saw two butterflies flying in from the window. They were black butterflies with several conspicuous red patterns on their backs. The wings of the butterfly were very large, a species that Zhong Yong had never seen before.
Some people at the discussion were playing with their phones, some were busy whispering, and some were listening intently in order to flatter the masters, ready to stand up and applaud at any time. But no one paid attention to the two little butterflies. Even if they saw them, most of them pretended not to see them, except Zhong Yong.
Zhong Yong's gaze followed the direction of the flying butterflies. After the two butterflies entered the conference room, they dispersed. One flew to the back row, and the other flew in the direction where Zhong Yong was.
Zhong Yong watched the butterfly getting closer and closer to him, and finally landed on the table in front of him. After finding a place to rest, the butterfly's wings, which were originally folded, slowly opened and spread out on the table in a stretched posture. This movement of the butterfly also allowed Zhong Yong to see the pattern on its wings more clearly.
The red patterns did not follow any particular pattern, so Zhong Yong stared at them since he had nothing to do. However, he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. Gradually, his vision became blurry.
In order to relieve the symptoms, he closed his eyes and opened them again, but found that the symptoms were still the same. In this hazy moment, Zhong Yong discovered that the pattern on the back of the butterfly in front of him seemed to resemble a human face screaming in pain.
Zhong Yong was startled, and without caring that this was still a discussion meeting, he stood up abruptly. His huge movement knocked over the chair behind him, making a loud noise in the relatively quiet conference room.
The butterfly was startled and flew up again.
Elder Zong, who was suddenly interrupted by Zhong Yong on the stage, did not seem angry. He calmly asked Zhong Yong, "What's wrong?"
Zhong Yong looked at Mr. Zong, then at the still-flying butterfly, and said awkwardly, "Nothing...nothing."
Elder Zong probably knew that he was disturbed by the butterfly, and he said casually, "People who practice Taoism should guard against arrogance and impatience, and should not indulge in external things."
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a hint at him.
Because of his status, Mr. Zong couldn't get angry at the younger generation, but he was Zhong Yong's father. He angrily moved the chair that was broken by Zhong Yong back to its original position, and then dragged Zhong Yong, who was still standing in a daze, back to his seat and asked, "What's going on!"
Zhong Yong shut his mouth and stopped talking. He couldn't say that he was frightened by the butterfly.
Although he had a vague feeling that the butterfly was abnormal, he also knew that every master in the room had more experience than him, and if there was really a problem, he would not be the first to discover it.
Zhong Yong sat back in his seat and continued his imprisoned meeting experience. However, he found that the whispering in the back row became less and less, causing the entire meeting room to become quieter and quieter.
Zhong Yong turned around and saw that everyone in the back row had secretly fallen asleep on the table, and the two butterflies were also flying back and forth in the back row.
Zhong Yong thought with envy: "How brave he is! He dares to sleep in front of so many elders." But he also thought, "The elders are basically sitting in the front row, so it doesn't seem to be a strange thing for someone to sleep in the back row."
The butterfly flew back from the back row to the row where Zhong Yong was and landed on the shoulder of the person next to him.
Not long after, the person next to Zhong Yong also lay down to take a rest.
Zhong Yong saw that this was not going to work, because the person next to him was his cousin, also a member of the Zhong family. Zhong Yong's father, now the head of the Zhong family, was sitting next to him.
"My cousin is risking his life by sleeping!" Thinking of this, Zhong Yong secretly poked his cousin with his hand, shouting at him to wake up.
Who knew that it would be fine if I didn't poke him, but once I poked him, my cousin actually fell down.
It turned out that my cousin was not asleep at all, but in a coma.
The black butterfly that frightened Zhong Yong was now resting on his cousin's shoulder. The butterfly's long mouthparts were fully extended and inserted into his ear, sucking his brain like tofu brain.
The crowd was shocked.
Zhong Yong was stunned for a moment. He kicked the butterfly and kicked it away, then kicked it again, completely crushing it to death.
Unexpectedly, the butterfly was killed easily. However, while being crushed into mud, the butterfly actually emitted a strange fragrance.
Then, as if following the scent, a group of black butterflies that looked exactly like the two monster butterflies flew in from the windows of the meeting room in groups, flying towards the people who were still awake.
