Chapter 281

Minghui had just shouted, and the golden hall had begun to totter, trembling everywhere, shedding bursts of Dharma light. He looked terrified, knowing that the Golden Core cultivator he was connected to must be able to hear him, and hurriedly shouted:

"Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! Minghui studied under Jinlian Maha. The Lotus Sect is a Dharma image lineage. I only ask you to spare the little monk's life. From now on, I will definitely not step into the lake!"

The golden hall shook and slowly stabilized. Minghui performed a great ceremony in the void for a long time before he dared to get up and fly away for a long distance.

Minghui tried his newly grown arm and looked into the golden hall Dharma instrument. He saw a dazzling colorful light sinking and floating. The severed arm had turned into a pool of white water. The golden hall was creaking, and the handsome men and dancing girls accommodated in it were shouting and screaming like ants on a hot pot.

"What a pity!"

These people were collected by Minghui from all over, spanning the entire north with various postures, and he spent a lot of thought. Seeing that they were about to be scalded to death by the colorful light, Minghui cursed in a low voice and opened his mouth to say:

"All abandon your skins and come to my temple! Now that achieving Maha is right in front of me, when I achieve the Pure Land, you will have your fun!"

So he lifted the golden hall over his head and opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue and lips. The saliva was bright like dew, faintly revealing a trace of exotic fragrance.

He shook it hard, and suddenly a piece of fingernail-sized people rolled down, falling into his mouth one after another. Minghui's flawless white teeth bit together. For a time, severed limbs and broken flesh flew everywhere, and bright red traces flowed on his pink lips. The attendants in the hall above were overjoyed and jumped into his mouth one after another.

After a full dozens of breaths, Minghui licked his lips and said with satisfaction:

"First replenish the vitality, then go back and ask Maha if I can keep my golden hall."

Minghui looked at the direction of Lijing Mountain with fear, not even daring to think about Li Qinghong. He had walked through a life-and-death crisis and was extremely terrified in his heart. He just thought to himself:

"This Li family is probably the handwriting of some Venerable. I have never heard of it. Let me go back and ask Master. Let's go! Let's go!"

It wasn't until Minghui left like a stray dog that all the disturbances were settled. Only the area under Yuting Mountain was scarlet, from the threshold to the steps, full of all kinds of filth. Several neighbors worked together to clean up the filth on the ground and returned home trembling.

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Li Yuanjiao plunged into the many affairs of Wutu Mountain. Li Brother Yuanping took over the family affairs and gradually became busy. He held a vermilion pen and lightly ticked on the wooden slips in front of the table.

Innate illness made Li Brother Yuanping look somewhat weak, and his brows were always furrowed, as if there were many heavy worries pressing on his heart, difficult to let go. Even sitting in the most honorable position at the head of the courtyard, he still had a sense of being on pins and needles.

"This year's harvest is better, and there can be less loss."

Li Brother Yuanping muttered in his heart, looked at the middle-aged man serving on the side, and said warmly:

"Clan Uncle has been acting in the Clan Justice Court for many years. I am holding the family for the first time, so I ask Clan Uncle to give more guidance."

The old man on the side had sunken eye sockets, gray temples, and was withered and ugly, but his clothes were neatly tidied up. It was Li Xiewen, the old man who governed the family under Li Xuanxuan years ago. He was the son of Li Yesheng and was already nearly fifty years old.

People at the northern foot of Dali Mountain matured early, marrying and having children at twelve or thirteen. In the end, they only lived to be forty or fifty. Li Xiewen had no cultivation and was originally at the age of lying in bed waiting to die. But he had worked hard for so many years and had obtained a few spiritual objects to nourish himself, so he looked fairly healthy.

Li Pingyi's suicide was too big a blow to this old man, so much so that he withered away. Although the main family sent people to comfort him, it also meant that his lineage completely faded out of the center of power. Li Xiewen lingered on power and did not leave, just wanting to try his best to recover some.

Hearing Li Brother Yuanping's inquiry, Li Xiewen said he didn't dare and replied:

"The old man has been engaged in the Clan Justice Court for many years, so my eyes and ears are clear, but I dare not say guidance."

Li Brother Yuanping waved his hand, and saw the old man introduce:

"Now there are only three people in the family who are not main-line Qi Refining cultivators and have practiced the correct method: An Jiyan at the seventh level of Qi Refining, Chen Donghe at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and Tian Youdao at the first level of Qi Refining. As for miscellaneous Qi cultivators, they are Li Qiuyang and Old Man Ren. Miscellaneous Qi cultivators just occupy the name of Qi Refining, so they can be ignored."

"There are two people at the peak of Tai-xi, three people at the fifth level of Tai-xi, ten people at the fourth level of Tai-xi, and 115 small Tai-xi cultivators below, mostly some useless old guys."

Li Brother Yuanping nodded slightly, and Li Xiewen continued:

"The Clan Justice Court has two people at the fifth level of Tai-xi and three people at the fourth level of Tai-xi. There are countless spies below the fourth level and mortals. Although there are many external surname cultivators in the family, there are only a few worth noting."

Li Brother Yuanping granted a seat, let the servants serve tea, and opened his mouth to say:

"I ask Clan Uncle to give guidance."

Li Xiewen thanked him, his expression calm, and said respectfully:

"The most prosperous one is Lady Dou of the Dou clan, who is at the peak of Tai-xi cultivation, with many followers, like cooking oil on a hot fire. Although the Dou clan has no name of a prominent surname, they already have the reality of a prominent surname, privately owning spiritual fields, making friends up and down, and being very majestic."

Li Brother Yuanping moved the tea on the table and stared at Li Xiewen silently. Li Xiewen shook his head as if he didn't notice, pointed at Dou Yi, who was shrinking his head at the lower head, trembling as if he wanted to drill into the ground, and continued:

"The Dou family has already been inserted beside the Young Master, which is evident."

Li Brother Yuanping exhaled and laughed, replying:

"I already know about the Dou clan."

Dou Yi at the lower head had cultivation on his body, but he was trembling in front of Lady Dou and Li Brother Yuanping. Being pointed at by a mortal old man, anger suddenly rose in his heart. He quietly raised his head, but saw Li Brother Yuanping staring straight at him, so he hurriedly lowered his head.

Li Xiewen nodded silently and arched his hands:

"The Chen clan relies on Chen Donghe and has always been the head of the prominent surnames, respected by everyone. Old Man Chen is low-key and never shows off. It's just that the Chen clan has a disciple named Chen Mufeng, who is seventeen years old and already at the fourth level of Tai-xi. He is a disciple of Li Qiuyang and has excellent talent, so he can be promoted."

"Good."

Li Brother Yuanping nodded with a smile. Li Xiewen's old face was full of wrinkles, and he said softly:

"As for the other surnames, the Tian clan is released, the Liu clan is desolate, the Xu clan has thin offspring, and the Ren clan's branches are not harmonious. Only Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming are worth seeing. The rest are all mediocre people and cannot be used."

Li Brother Yuanping nodded suddenly, asked a few more questions about family affairs, held Li Xiewen's hand, and said seriously:

"I am young and immature, so I hope Clan Uncle will give more guidance on family affairs."

Li Xiewen naturally responded repeatedly and retired after a while. Li Brother Yuanping sat down again, his pale fingers pinched the jade cup on the table, looked at Dou Yi at the lower head, and smiled:

"Uncle Xiewen has governed the family under Father for many years, but it's a pity that his body is weak, otherwise I would have entrusted him with important tasks."

So he picked up the wooden slips and read them carefully. Only then did he send Li Xiewen away, and saw a clan soldier report, saying respectfully:

"Young Master, Lady is here."

(End of chapter)