They really deserve to die!
Lin Cang also noticed that the disciples of his sect all hung their heads with guilty expressions, and several of them were covered in wounds. Could it be that when he was going through the tribulation, the disciples were so nervous that they were venting their anger by fighting with each other? Oh, these disciples were too impatient.
Turning around, Lin Cang was startled to see his senior disciple Xuan Lou, whose face was bruised and swollen, his once handsome features unrecognizable. He recognized him by his aura and his eye-catching, multicolored hair.
"Xuan Lou, what's wrong with you?"
Xuan Lou rubbed his face and complained aggrievedly, "I was beaten by my junior brothers and sisters!"
The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and he felt that he had died unjustly.
He succinctly recounted what had just happened.
Lin Cang was speechless. "Each of you, go back and copy the Qingming Heart Sutra ten times."
The Qingming Heart Sutra has nearly 20,000 words, which means they have to copy nearly 200,000 words. Moreover, they must be very careful when copying the sutra. If they make a mistake in copying a word, they have to copy the whole page again.
The disciples all looked pale, but still agreed.
Xuan Lou felt better when he saw their expressions.
Lin Cang said, "Xuan Lou, as the eldest senior brother, you fail to set an example. You should copy it five more times."
Xuan Lou's smile froze. Why was he always the one who got hurt the most? Was this the fate that being the eldest brother meant to bear?
Comparing themselves with Xuan Lou, the other disciples suddenly felt that their punishment was nothing.
Xuan Lou felt that his master had done this on purpose. He suddenly remembered something and decided to tell this "good news" to everyone, "Master! In this discussion, Jing Yao is betting his gold mine in Country C that you will be defeated in one move."
"The odds are 10."
He emphasized the "10".
Lin Cang almost tore off his beard. Ten times? So, a hundred billion?
"Master, does our sect's total assets total one hundred billion?"
Even if Wenshimen sold all its talismans, magic tools and sect-guarding magic treasures, it would still not be able to raise hundreds of billions.
Lin Cang was petrified.
Xuan Lou shouted, "Since that's the case, I hereby declare that Wenshimen is insolvent and bankrupt!"
His voice was full of joy.
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