Chapter 51: All the Elders

Dawang Mountain, Gao Huzi Village.

The rugged rock walls meander in an orderly manner like terraces. There are clusters of buildings at the bottom of the valley, with wooden houses stacked up one on top of the other to form a village.

The bonfire was burning brightly, surrounded by piled rocks in the center, and the bright flames illuminated the entire village.

Many Quanxing monsters who were invited gathered here to drink and got drunk. The bandits who had previously belonged to Gao Huzi were temporarily arranged to guard the outside.

"Hey, Lao Xu, our leader is the same. He clearly asked Granny Liu to summon us here, but he himself did not show up. What does that mean?"

A man in a yellow shirt and a white scarf on his head was joking with his companions while holding a jar of wine.

"Oh no! The sect leader is causing a terrible mess this time. Several senior members of the sect are here. How dare he come? He will be skinned alive."

The person who was speaking had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a formal suit and tie, and looked like a bodyguard who had been hanging around in the city for many years.

The man in yellow shirt and white scarf was drunk and dazed. He yawned and asked tentatively in a low voice, "I heard that Han Ming also died? Is the old master coming out this time?"

"Sh-!"

"Keep your voice down."

Lao Xu quickly covered his companion's mouth, and looked towards the east building with a trace of fear in his eyes, like a guilty thief, and lowered his voice to remind:
"Don't call that old man Han the leader. He is just a generational leader. He retired a long time ago and didn't come to the party this time. "

"The two people who don't have a good relationship with him are in the village, so you should be careful."

"belch"

"It's done, it's done"

The man in the white scarf answered perfunctorily.

Around them, other monsters, after a day of trekking through mountains and rivers, were either lying on the cold ground, snoring in their sleep, or gathered in groups of two or three in the corner to talk.

Inside the brightly lit building, the hall was spacious with twelve chairs arranged in a row on each side. The masters and elders who were ranked among the best in the world were sitting in their seats.

There were only two thrones covered with tiger skin, and their occupants were undoubtedly the two Quan Xing elders with the highest status and strength present.

There is a person on the left, a bald monk, his robes are tattered and covered with dirt.

He was over eighty years old, his teeth were almost all gone, and his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, like a pool of dead water.

On the other hand, the person on the right is wearing a long grey robe and has a slender build.

His face was old but dignified, his eyes contained a restrained edge, his charm was even better than that of a mountain lion, and wherever his eyes went, everyone felt restrained.

The old man sitting closest to the two of them was Yu Qiantuo, whose arm was shattered by Jiang Mo's axe not long ago.

In addition, there are bald old men wearing suits and glasses; there are also frail old women who use crutches, have gray hair, and a large black and red cotton scarf draped over their shoulders.

The tall beard at the end of the seat, with a rough face and a gap of teeth, spoke respectfully: "Mr. Cui, everyone is here, will you preside over the meeting?"

"it is good."

The old man in gray spoke indifferently without any polite words. His strength and qualifications were enough to overwhelm everyone present.

"So far, the troubles caused by Wu Gensheng have implicated our sect."

"Whether he wants to take on debts or lead his disciples to fight against Trinity, I will abolish his position as the head of the sect. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The old man sitting in the fifth bamboo chair on the left looked stunned, then suddenly became unhappy and retorted:
"I don't agree with this. Since the leader wants to fight a bloody battle with Sanyi, why don't we take advantage of the situation, uproot Sanyi, and put an end to the arrogance of the righteous path?"

Hearing this, the tall bearded man also laughed and said, "Yes, I can still help here. I have a large number of brothers and hundreds of foreign guns. Why should I be afraid of the Triumph of Trinity?"

However, the old man in gray looked down at the opponent like a towering mountain, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a formality to discuss this with you. Are you really against it?"

The old man who seemed to have a good relationship with Wu Gensheng could not bear it and spoke out to stop him:

"Don't go too far, Cui Yanqing. If you want to abolish the head of the sect, you must at least get the consent of the other elders."

"Tick tock. Tick tock tick"

The old man in gray let out a sigh of relief and did not respond.

The oppressive and murderous atmosphere instantly swept the whole place; the sticky, dark substance like a quagmire fell from his withered right hand, spreading all over the corners, and the strange power bound everyone tightly. "You are crazy! Cui Yanqing."

The old man who opposed it had a look of horror on his face, smelling a terrible murderous intent. Without a moment's hesitation, a surging Qi burst out from his body, desperately resisting the spread of the black substance.

"Go away!"

He shouted angrily, his face livid, and was shocked to find that the masters and elders sitting around him were all silent, and he was the only one who lost his composure.

"That's it. Be careful in your next life."

Every word of the grey-shirted old man was like a decree. He raised his hand lightly, and the black substance rolled. The corrosive power suddenly increased, and instantly suppressed the opponent and completely submerged him.

The almost suffocating feeling of oppression is clearly and deeply imprinted on the skin of every grandmaster.

Only the old bald donkey beside him laughed strangely, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he admired sincerely:
"Oh, Mr. Cui, your methods are even more frightening than before."

"Brother Pei, thank you for your praise."

There was no emotion on the grey-shirted old man's face, he just responded casually.

When the black mud dissipated, pale bones were scattered on the ground. Gao Huzi, who witnessed this scene, was so frightened that his scalp numbed. He knelt on the ground in a hurry and kowtowed to apologize:

"Mr. Cui, I... I have no intention of supporting Zhang Wugensheng. I will listen to whatever you arrange. I will listen to everything!!"

"It was just a misunderstanding. I accidentally followed the wishes of Mr. Huang. Please understand!"

The more he talked, the more Gao Huzi sweated. He could feel his heart trembling violently, almost jumping out of his chest, and he was simply unable to suppress his fear.

"It has nothing to do with you, sit aside."

Cui Yanqing ignored the tall beard that was almost as small as an ant and didn't bother to pay any attention to it.

"I'll ask again, who objects to removing Wu Gensheng from the position of head?"

The calm words contain a certain kind of Qi energy that spreads. Even though the voice is not loud, it rings in everyone's ears like the morning bell and evening drum.

The choice is here, the boundary between life and death is clear.

Faced with this overbearing dictator, none of the ten masters present dared to go against him.

"agree."

A master of horizontal training spoke up. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, in the prime of his life, with so much blood and energy that it was terrifying, like a furnace of boiling molten iron.

"agree."

Yu Qiantuo, the Taoist master from western Hunan, followed closely behind.

"agree."

Mr. Huang, who was usually taciturn, took off his glasses and spoke absentmindedly.

"I agree." The old woman with a red scarf covering her shoulders smiled gently.

In just a few breaths, under the coercion of Cui Yanqing, everyone passed a resolution to abolish Wu Gensheng's position as the leader.

"What should we do next in our fight against the Trinity Sect?" Grandmaster Henglian pointed out the most urgent issue.

"If all else fails, send the bodies of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan over there?"

Some people gave up the idea of ​​protection. Things had come to this point, with over a hundred of their disciples dead or injured, and as the source of the disaster, they should be punished.

Yu Qiantuo thought about it for a moment, looked at Cui Yanqing and the destitute old monk, and suggested: "Kill Wu Gensheng first, then destroy Sanyi?"

"It's fine with me. Feel free."

The old monk stroked his white beard, his face so thin that only loose skin and bones remained, and he smiled crazily.

"The other way around."

Cui Yanqing made the final decision, his eyes cold and stern.

"Destroy Sanyi first, then kill Wu Gensheng."

　Take a shower and continue writing after that. I will start the next chapter. I will update later. Brothers, go to bed early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)