"Pa...pa...pa...pa..." The large wooden board that was more than two meters long and thirty centimeters widest could make a heart-wrenching "papa" sound when it fell. The board had only hit it for less than twenty times. Miao Zhenzi, who was lying on the table, gritting her teeth and enduring silently, had already turned purple.

Fan Tong didn't take Miao Zhenzi's reaction at all. As a god, even if he was just a small mountain god at the bottom, he could only make a move. Since he had agreed not to beat someone to death, he would be half dead at most. Don't worry, he would not be able to kill anyone...

The sound of "slap" from the board falling on the butt continued. Miao Zhenzi's whole body veins swelled up, but she held it tightly and didn't even hum.

The disciples of Qingyun Temple who were watching were obviously completely shocked by the scene in front of him. No one expected that the beating of the board could be so miserable... Thirty boards fell, and Miao Zhenzi's white pants were completely dyed red, and blood soaked his white trousers.

For those senior Zhenxiu who had not yet been tortured, Miao Zhenzi's miserable situation had left a very deep memory in their hearts. Many people could no longer bear to continue watching, slowly moved in advance, and turned their heads aside.

"Bang..." With the last board falling, Miao Zhenzi finally survived these fifty boards, but at this moment, he still had the style of Qingyun Temple Supervisory Institute?

The disheveled hair looked like a ghost who had just crawled out of the underworld! Several disciples wanted to step forward and help him up, but Miao Zhenzi raised his hand to stop him.

He slowly let go of his teeth that he had bitten tightly. He trembled and climbed up from the small table. With a large movement, he accidentally pulled his butt that had been smashed. The heart-wrenching pain almost made Miaomako exhale. Fortunately, he forced himself to hold it back at the last moment.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Miao Zhenzi trembled and turned to face Lingxiao Palace, and knelt on the ground with a 'plop' sound. The voice shouted weakly: "Miao Zhenzi, the new supervisor of Qingyun Temple, has been tortured. Please forgive the disciple for his fault for his fault!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the Lingxiao Palace, where the door was open. Ten seconds later, Zhao Qingshan's voice came from the Lingxiao Palace. Zhao Qingshan said: "Remember today's lesson. If such things happen again in the future, I will not forgive you!"

Although Zhao Qingshan's words were stern, after hearing Zhao Qingshan's words, Miao Zhenzi couldn't hide her very ugly smile and she couldn't hide her excitement. He nodded slowly and firmly and said: "Please rest assured that the master of the visitor. I will do my best to do my best in the future. I will resolutely prevent such things from happening again!"

After saying this, Miao Zhenzi's tense nerve finally relaxed. That is, the second after he relaxed, his eyes went dark and he collapsed directly on the ground...

The bloody lesson was placed in front of everyone. Miao Zhenzi's miserable situation made thousands of disciples of Qingyun Temple full of doubts. No one knew why Miao Zhenzi was punished like this?

However, their doubts could only continue to accumulate in their hearts. Because just after Miao Zhenzi fainted and was carried away, among the people waiting for punishment, another Taoist priest in his 80s walked out and slowly knelt on the ground...

For several hours, the big wooden board in Shan Shen Fan Tong's hand never stopped! As soon as one board fell, another board came, and from beginning to end, no one screamed!

Until the execution of the mountain god Fan Tong finished, all the senior cultivators who were waiting to be punished had already been beaten and had not appeared in the Lingxiao Palace. Only then did Zhao Qingshan walk out of the Lingxiao Palace.

However, under normal circumstances, it should have been a scene of tsunami, but because the punishment of more than 50 senior practitioners was greatly affected, everyone was a little numb.

When Zhao Qingshan appeared at the gate of Lingxiao Palace, although many disciples looked at Zhao Qingshan, their eyes were filled with confusion and fear...

This situation had been expected by Zhao Qingshan, so Zhao Qingshan did not react in any special way, nor was it particularly touched. He just glanced at everyone and asked lightly: "It's strange, right?"

"..." None of the thousands of Qingyun Temple disciples gathered in the open space outside the Lingxiao Palace Gate, and almost everyone looked at Zhao Qingshan with a strange look.

Faced with this phenomenon, Zhao Qingshan didn't say much, but waved his hand and moved a slightly old chair from a distance, sat directly on the chair, and then said slowly: "Before I tell you the reason, you can listen to me tell a story."

After just getting into more than fifty people, I will tell a story? Zhao Qingshan's strange behavior caused chaos among the disciples present. No one knew what Zhao Qingshan was making in his head?

Before these disciples could calm down, Zhao Qingshan, who was sitting on the chair, had already spoken slowly. His voice seemed to carry a magical magic that could make people involuntarily quiet...

In the open space in front of the Lingxiao Palace, Zhao Qingshan was echoing the plainness of Zhao Qingshan, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears. Zhao Qingshan said: "A long time ago, there was an ordinary hill in the southeast of the land of China. There was an ordinary Taoist temple with a century-old history on the mountain. There were two Taoist priests living in the temple, one old and one young, the old one was the master and the younger one was the disciple."

"Because the Taoist temple is located in a remote place, with high mountains and steep roads, and few pilgrims will go up the mountain to worship gods all year round, the income of the Taoist temple has become very scarce, and it depends entirely on the master's occasional downhill to do things for the villagers and charge some fees to maintain the life of the Taoist temple."

"Later, because of the end of his life, the little Taoist priest's master quietly ascended the sky in a dull and impermanent day, leaving only a little Taoist priest who was under 20 years old and only had a theoretical understanding of the society below the mountain."

"After the master left, this little Taoist priest became the master of this Taoist temple, but at that time, he was very lacking in even the most basic means of making a living. He could only rely on the family fortune left by his master before his death, live in a confused life on the mountain, and live a life of silence."

"Later, the little Taoist priest met a god. The god told him that he could teach him everything he wanted, but these needed to be based on a perfect Taoist atmosphere. At that time, Taoism was already setting in the west and the scenic spots were no longer there."

"The little Taoist priest learned a lot from the old gods, so he began to embark on the path of revitalizing Taoism with all his might. In order to achieve this goal, he did almost everything. As long as it was something that could achieve the goal, he would never care whether it was good or bad."

"But from beginning to end, this little Taoist priest had a firm belief in his heart. From beginning to end, he never abandoned his bottom line. That is, no matter what, he would not become a villain who bullies others and bullies the people! He really asked for himself this way, and he really did it."

"Then later, the little Taoist priest ascended to immortality because of his merits. At that time, the original little Taoist temple had developed into a famous Taoist temple. From the Taoist temple where he was the only one, it developed into a Taoist temple with thousands of disciples!"

"He thought that his original persistence would be passed down by other disciples in this Taoist temple. He thought that all disciples would stick to his original beliefs and work tirelessly to revitalize the Taoist fortune. He would sacrifice himself and continue to move forward unswervingly!"

"But... more than five years later, he returned to his original Taoist temple, but he, who was originally full of joy, discovered a fact that he was incredible, that is, it has changed, everything has changed, and the Taoist temple with pure beliefs at the beginning has now been completely shrouded in the mud of the world!"

"He met a disciple from the temple at the foot of the mountain. However, this disciple bullied a young daughter who was only a few years old at the foot of the mountain, extorted and bullied others with his power. His behavior was so unrestrained that he was like a shrew in the streets, which was incredible!"

"He expelled this disciple at the foot of the mountain, but encountered almost the same thing on the mountain. He found that the goals he had set had long been forgotten by the disciples in this Taoist temple. The disciples only remember that they had a ancestor who was an official in the Heavenly Court, and they were extremely majestic!"

"But they forgot the true responsibility of the Taoist temple they were in... He saw it, heard it, he was very angry and disappointed. This Taoist temple is no longer the Taoist temple he was in the past, and this disciple is no longer the disciple of the past. They were influenced by the secular atmosphere and became more vulgar than ordinary people!"

"He wanted to let go, but he couldn't let go of his efforts back then, so he stayed on the mountain, hoping to see the changes in the Taoist temple, and hope to see his original pursuit and belief, and be picked up again!"

After talking about this in one breath, Zhao Qingshan stopped telling.

However, the Qingyun Temple disciples gathered in the open space all showed guilty expressions and lowered their heads one by one. They already understood why Zhao Qingshan was so angry!

The most important thing is that Zhao Qingshan used this story-telling method to express his dissatisfaction, his pursuit, and his expectations for Qingyun Temple.

This kind of shock that reaches the soul is the most important prescription!

Almost at the same time, all the disciples present knelt on the ground. They kowtowed with shame and shouted: "Disciple knows that he is wrong, please punish the ancestor!!!"

A huge sound came from his ears, and Zhao Qingshan finally showed a faint smile. He nodded slowly and said, "Your ancestor also believes that Qingyun Temple can be rescued... Let's get up. From now on, we will re-arrange the big and small matters of Qingyun Temple. All unqualified disciples will be cleaned up in the next week! Qingyun Temple must restore its original purity, and no one is exception!!!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!