"I'm sure you all understand what I mean, right?"
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, a burly man in a brocade robe, who was seated at the head of the table, said, "My ancestor, the Ma family patriarch, has come to Beiyin to seek the well-being of everyone. My humble Sanyin Temple..."
"Brother Ma, please wait..."
Before the burly man in the brocade robe could finish speaking, someone below interrupted him, saying, "The Three Yin Temple is backed by the Heshan Sect, a major sect for Golden Core cultivators. Can the Ma Family Village really shoulder that responsibility?"
"We have no problem offering tribute to Majia Village, but Brother Ma, you must give us a guarantee, right?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present nodded in agreement.
Since it's all about offering sacrifices anyway, what difference does it make who we offer sacrifices to?
Although the Three Yin Immortals collected all the "offerings" eighty years later, they were almost reduced to poverty.
But there are still ordinary people! If the people suffer any more, let Majiazhai bear the blame.
They can get a little something out of it by doing it themselves, so why not?
Upon hearing this, the burly man in the brocade robe's eyes darkened, and he glanced at everyone. "The Heshan Sect is just an empty shell; it's nothing but a damn Golden Core sect."
"True Lord Tianhe is a genuine member of the Xuanmen sect; he is merely using the name of Heshan Dao temporarily."
"Since the Xia Kingdom's Heshan Sect has been established for many years, True Lord Tianhe has almost always stayed in Lanyuan Prefecture, and has not even visited the mountain gate of Chilong Temple many times."
"On the contrary, the disciples of Longhu Mountain and Jiude Temple have been serving Tianhe Zhenjun for many years. Do you think they would stand up for Xia Guo Heshan Sect?"
These words shocked everyone present: This is the kind of news we can hear?
Even Bai Cang couldn't help but feel flustered, almost losing control of his aura and nearly revealing his presence.
"Holy crap! Is this even possible?"
Bai Cang thought to himself, "I know Lao Han doesn't have much influence in front of his good brothers, but it shouldn't be this bad, right?"
At least the mountain gate of the Red Dragon Temple was definitely arranged by the True Lord himself, and the patrolling ghosts and gods of the Ghost and God Division only obey the True Lord's orders.
Even if Xia Guohe Mountain Sect is disliked by Tianhe Zhenjun, it shouldn't be completely ignored. At the very least, it should be considered a "child born of a concubine," right?
However, Bai Cang couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of his title as "True Lord's Disciple".
Just then, the burly man in the brocade robe looked around and said with self-satisfaction, "Of course, even if the True Lord doesn't care, the Heshan Sect still has several Dao Foundation Real Persons in charge, which is not something we can afford to offend."
"My ancestor's idea was: first take over the area around Guobei County, crush the Sanyin Temple underfoot, and then take the initiative to apologize to the Chilong Temple. On the surface, we will surrender, but in reality, we will obey orders but not commands. Heshan Sect will save face, and we will gain substance."
"Compared to my ancestor, a mere Qi Refining beginner, you should all know which is more important. The True Persons of the Crimson Dragon Temple can certainly tell the difference as well."
"By then, even Guobei County might be incorporated into my ancestor's territory by Chilong Temple. If you join my Ma Family Village, you can also wear the tiger skin of the Heshan Sect. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
These words immediately stirred the hearts of everyone present.
Compared to confronting the Heshan Cult, this is undoubtedly the least risky option.
Moreover, when something happens, it's always the Ma family patriarch who takes the lead, and they just follow along and enjoy the benefits. Why not?
"Brother Ma's words are very reasonable!"
“The Sanyin Temple has lost its virtue and morality, and it is fitting that it be replaced by the Majia Village.”
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all joined Heshan's school from now on?"
Everyone echoed their agreement, as if a consensus had been reached.
Even Bai Cang had to admit that if the Ma family patriarch was indeed a Dao Foundation True Person, then this plan was indeed highly feasible.
Murder and arson, when ordered to commit crimes, are a "shortcut" that has been proven countless times throughout history.
Moreover, they didn't even kill anyone from the Sanyin Temple, and their hands weren't stained with the blood of the Heshan Sect.
As long as the sliding knee is timely and the operation is proper, it is not impossible to obtain the approval of the Red Dragon General Hall.
But for Bai Cang, this was extremely bad news!
The only one who was "hurt" in this "win-win" solution was his "true disciple Bai Da," or rather, he was the only one without a place in the Sanyin Temple.
The Heshan Sect only needs to give up a tiny bit of territory to gain a "strong ally".
Majia Village got what it wanted, obtaining the "Taoist temple" it desired. The other villages were also able to submit to the Heshan Sect and gain a solid backer.
But what about Bai Cang? He not only lost territory, but also lost all face, losing both his dignity and his reputation.
"I've heard that the new abbot of the Sanyin Temple is Han Qinhu's disciple."
Just then.
A plump woman stood up. "How should your Ma Family Village deal with Han Qinhu?"
"Han Qinhu? He's nothing!"
The burly man in the brocade robe sneered, his face full of disdain, "A Qi Refining cultivator who hasn't even reached the Foundation stage is hated by everyone in the Heshan Sect."
"He couldn't even stay at the Red Dragon Temple's gate, and was ousted to some worthless Seventh Route Inspector position. Yet he dares to act arrogantly in front of my ancestor?"
"As for the new abbot, he's just a greenhorn who's only just entered the path of Taoism. Why should he be mentioned?"
At this point, the burly man in the brocade robe raised his wine glass, saying, "It's nothing, no need to worry about it."
"Gentlemen, let us drink this cup to the brim and congratulate ourselves on our great success!"
Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and raised their glasses, "Let's drink this cup to the brim to congratulate Brother Ma and to our ancestor!"
After downing a glass of strong liquor, the burly man in the brocade robe felt invigorated and was about to say something more.
Suddenly, the wind howled, as if it were coming from behind his head.
In an instant, the burly man in the brocade robe felt his hair stand on end and almost shrank back, his heart filled with rage: Who in the hundreds of miles around would dare to provoke the Ma Family Village?
And they even dared to launch a sneak attack in public? Do they really think that "Purple-Faced Tiger" Ma Wu is a pushover?
"Bang!"
Just then, a muffled thud was heard, and the burly man in the brocade robe suddenly felt everything go black before his eyes. His entire head seemed to shatter like a broken watermelon, exploding into a cloud of red and white blood mist.
"Damn! You've got a hard head!"
Bai Cang materialized, wielding the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer, feeling somewhat indignant. "You dare to open champagne halfway through the game? Do you really think I, Daoist, am easy to bully?"
Even the Red Dragon Temple could be easily conquered by "Master Bai," so how dare he set his sights on "Master Bai" in the small Ma Family Village?
It's true: if the uncle can tolerate it, the aunt can't!
"Who is this madman?"
The moment Bai Cang made his move, everyone instinctively tried to boost their magical power and join forces to attack the attacker.
But before Bai Cang smashed the burly man in the brocade robe's head, no one had a chance to make a move.
Instead, they all became weak and listless, their magical power as still as earth and wood, unable to muster any strength at all.
In an instant, everyone's expression changed drastically, "There's something in the wine..."
Before the word "poison" could even be uttered, more than a dozen streams of black energy had already killed everyone.
Along with the corpse of the burly man in brocade robes, Bai Cang collected it into the Five Yin Fiend Qi Bag.
"The methods recorded in the Tribulation Cultivation Manual are really useful."
"The effects of this cultivation-version of the 'Sad Breeze' are in no way inferior to Cha Baoyi's description."
Bai Cang smiled as he looked at the only survivor on the field, and suddenly only one thought came to his mind.
These headlights are so bright, no, they're so white!
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