Chapter 576: Control
Weng Ming wiped the cold sweat from his head and argued feebly: "Of course I hate what Fusang did to China back then. It was worse than beasts, and it is too numerous to mention!"
Sect Leader Ji looked at him steadily and said, "Elder Weng, you are so strange. Why are you so excited when Fusang is mentioned?"
Ji Yaoguang echoed, "Yeah, it's like a dog is protecting it."
Weng Ming's face darkened, "Yaoguang, you are humiliating me!"
Ji Yaoguang shrugged, "Why else would Elder Weng be so excited?"
"You--" Weng Ming looked at everyone and saw that no one spoke for him. He felt uneasy in his heart.
"I, Weng Ming, was born a Chinese and will die as a Chinese soul. I have a clear conscience!"
"I don't want you to be unhappy. Please enjoy your meal. I'm going back now."
He turned around and was about to leave, but saw that the door was full of disciples.
Each disciple holds a magic sword and a talisman in his hand.
Weng Ming was startled, but said calmly, "Master, what does this mean?"
"Are you going to punish me just because I said a few wrong words?"
Sect Leader Ji looked at him calmly and said, "Elder Weng, you have been a member of our Huang Sect since you were a teenager. You have indeed done a lot of good things for the Huang Sect over the years. I am grateful to you."
"But... you shouldn't do such a wicked thing as betraying your ancestors."
"I'll give you a chance, you can say it yourself."
Weng Ming looked confused: "What evil deeds? What did I do?"
Ji Yaoguang said angrily: "Elder Weng is still pretending. Do you remember the Soul Locking Altar in Cursed Paradise?"
The viciousness that flashed across Weng Ming's eyes disappeared in an instant.
He played dumb and said, "What Soul Locking Altar is? I don't know."
"Did Chen Wan tell you something?"
"Master, you actually trust a yellow-haired girl you've only known for a day?"
"I have been in the Huang School for thirty years!"
Weng Ming looked very sad, as if he had been deceived and betrayed.
The elders didn't know the truth and were all surprised.
"Master, is there any misunderstanding?"
"Isn't the Soul Locking Altar a forbidden technique that is forbidden by the Xuan Sect?"
"How could Elder Weng?"
Weng Ming clasped his fists towards the crowd with a look of deep sorrow on his face, "The elders understand me. Although I may be mean sometimes, I am an upright person and I never do anything despicable."
If Master Ji didn't know his true identity, he would have been fooled by him.
Sect Leader Ji shook his head and said in disappointment: "Not only are you a member of the Blood Robe Cult, you are also in collusion with the Fusang Chrysanthemum Cult."
These words are like a stone that stirs up a thousand waves.
Everyone was shocked.
"Blood Robe Cult?"
"That mysterious and murderous cult?"
"Fuso Chrysanthemum Sect?"
Weng Ming cried out in injustice, "I didn't do that, I don't know anything!"
"What Blood Robe Cult, what Chrysanthemum Sect, how could I be a member of them?"
"Master, even if you want to support your granddaughter to take the position of master, you don't need to drive me away in such a vicious way, right? I said I have no interest in the position of master!"
He portrayed all of this as a rumor spread by Sect Leader Ji to discredit him in order to support his granddaughter.
Shen Wan suddenly stood up.
Sect Leader Ji shook his head at Weng Ming in extreme disappointment: "I've given you the chance."
Weng Ming narrowed his eyes and stared at Chen Wan fiercely, "It's you, you who want to destroy me!"
Chen Wan smiled slightly, put two fingers together, chanted something at him, and fell with a "start".
She said in a thunderous voice: "Weng Ming, when did you become a running dog of the Blood Robe Cult and Fusang?"
At this moment, Weng Ming clearly felt his heart tightening, and two forces beyond his control were tearing at each other in his body.
"Uh..." Weng Ming's face quickly turned red, and his neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.
This is the soul mark of the Blood Robe Cult that prohibits him from saying anything he shouldn't say.
On the other side, the power of the mantra was forcing him to speak.
As the two forces pulled at each other, Weng Ming looked in pain and actually bit his tongue.
Seeing that he looked similar to Old Chen at that time, Shen Wan said with a smile: “It seems that you are much more useful than Xu Jun. The Blood Robe Cult has also given you a soul mark.”
Sect Leader Ji's face darkened: "He has a soul mark on him, so there is nothing we can ask him."
Weng Ming roared fiercely, "Chen Wan... When did you cast the mantra curse on me?"
Shen Wan glanced at the wine glass he had dropped on the ground.
"Wine?" Weng Ming was furious: "Impossible! I brought the wine, you couldn't have put it in there."
Shen Wan said with a smile: "Who said it was wine? A wine glass is also fine."
"You...a vicious woman!" Weng Ming turned around and wanted to run.
Ji Yaoguang gave an order, "Set up the formation!"
The Huang School disciples quickly formed a battle formation to block Weng Ming's way.
"Get out of here!" Weng Ming waved his hand, and several talismans flew out, shocking a group of disciples away. He was about to leave with agility.
"Weng Ming, stop." Shen Wan said.
Weng Ming looked back at her with a smug look on his face: "Only a fool would stop, Chen Wan, you wait for me--"
When he saw that there was a yellow talisman attached to the straw figurine in Shen Wan's hand, his birth date was specially written in large and bold font.
Weng Ming's pupils shrank drastically, he quickly stopped and looked at Sect Leader Ji behind Shen Wan in disbelief.
“Even Old Man Ji doesn’t know my birth date, Chen Wan, how did you get it?”
Chen Wan said with a smile: "It is normal for Master Xuan to falsify his own horoscope. After all, one must be on guard against others."
“But I’m not asking about a living person.”
She asked the five ghosts to go to the underworld to find out Weng Ming's real birth date and time, which was indeed different from the one given by Sect Leader Ji.
This is the horoscope that Weng Ming deliberately created with a fake time when he joined the Huang School.
Weng Ming looked resentful: "Chen Wan, what on earth do you want to do?"
Shen Wan pinched the straw man's head and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just want to ask Elder Weng something."
Weng Ming gnashed his teeth in hatred, "Are you threatening me?"
"As you can see, I am indeed a member of the Blood Robe Cult. I have already dedicated my soul to the Cult Leader. With the soul imprint, you can't ask me anything."
Chen Wan smiled and said, "Who said I wanted to ask about the Blood Robe Cult?"
If it’s not the Blood Robe Cult, then it must be the Fuso Chrysanthemum Cult.
Weng Ming's face was gloomy and ugly, "I have nothing to do with the Chrysanthemum Sect!"
"Oh?" Chen Wan raised an eyebrow, "But I found out some of your background."
"You were adopted by the Chrysanthemum Sect when you were young, which led to your distorted values. You have been hostile to the Chinese since you were young..."
Weng Ming was so angry that he said, "What do you know? I was abandoned by my parents when I was born. If my master hadn't come to China to save me, I would have died in a garbage dump!"
Everyone was shocked, "Elder Weng, it turns out you are really a Fuso running dog!"
"Running dog? Hahaha..." Weng Ming sneered, "Fusang adopted me and raised me. To me, they not only saved my life, but also gave me a new life!"
"What do you hypocritical people know?"
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