Chapter 37: Sect Leader He: If you have the guts, please invite my ancestor out

"The comment made by the head of the Maoshan Sect is quite interesting. You can take a look at it."

Huang Yang couldn't stand seeing someone stepping on his shoulders to advertise in his live broadcast room. He said, "I don't know whether the identity of this leader is true or false, but I want to ask you, when that female college student was slandered, where were you chanting scriptures and practicing the Dharma?"

Huang Yang doesn't care about ordinary keyboard warriors. After all, they are just ordinary people and most of them are not very successful in life.

But the '91st generation leader of Maoshan Sect' was an exception. Last time Huang Yang investigated the negative spell cast on the leader of Emei Sect, the caster behind the scenes was the so-called Maoshan Sect leader He Qiudao.

At that time, Huang Yang knew that Zhou Minjun's life span had returned to normal, and due to limited time, he did not disclose the matter.

Unexpectedly, even though he didn't go looking for trouble with the other party, the other party actually came up to him on his own initiative, haha!

"That's right, the old Taoist priest still wants to be a keyboard warrior, shame on him."

'The host is right, these stinky noses who chant sutras and recite Buddha's name are just talking nonsense.'

'Nowadays, Taoist priests all make people look forward to the afterlife. I might as well just chant the Buddha's name.'

"You can only talk nonsense. If you have the ability, you can write a script like a host."

"People's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be. Our Chinese Taoist traditions have been corrupted by these villains."

"Maoshan Sect? It's a small Taoist temple somewhere. I've never heard of it."

"There is a Maoshan Sect in martial arts novels, but the real Maoshan Sect is not responsible for managing toilets."

'Haha, there are actually fake Taoist priests trying to scam the anchor. Be careful or the anchor will dig up your ancestors.'

"I have only heard of Shaolin, Wudang and Emei Sect. Where is Maoshan Sect?"

He Qiudao, who originally thought that someone would agree with him, saw a bunch of DISS in the comment section and couldn't help but get angry. He subconsciously blamed all the faults on the anchor and immediately started typing with one finger.

The 91st head of the Maoshan Sect: Haha, if you can find my ancestor, I will believe you.

"Ah."

Seeing that the head of the Maoshan sect was getting more and more aggressive, Huang Yang sneered and explained, "The underworld is now governed by the Heavenly Dao. Immortals and gods have returned to nothingness, including the founder of the Maoshan sect, the Three Mao Zhenjun, who has also passed away. This is also the reason why many sects with inherited traditions are unable to summon their ancestors and gods. The Heavenly Dao is fair. If you do evil in your life, you will be punished accordingly in the underworld. For example, those who do more evil will be punished in hell."

The legendary gods had long passed away, so Huang Yang naturally couldn't invite out the so-called Three Mao True Lords, but there were other ways to let the leader of the Maoshan Sect feel the power of the only anchor in the underworld.

After a pause, Huang Yang did not wait for the Maoshan Sect leader to speak, and continued: "However, I found out that the current Maoshan Sect leader had a junior brother who died half a year ago. His ghost is in the underworld and has not yet been reincarnated. If the Maoshan Sect leader is willing to accept a video call, I can invite his junior brother to come out and meet everyone."

As he was speaking, Huang Yang requested a video call with the leader of the Maoshan Sect.

He wanted to see whether the leader of the Maoshan Sect, who was over fifty years old, had any shame.

Obviously, Huang Yang underestimated the shamelessness of the leader of the Maoshan Sect, and the video was quickly connected.

"Hello, my friend. I am He Qiudao, the 91st head of the Maoshan Sect."

After the video was connected, He Qiudao, who was wearing a light yellow Taoist robe, bowed to the front. The whisk in his hand matched his long black and white beard, and there was a bit of immortal air in his every move.

He Qiudao, who originally wanted to attract traffic to Maoshan Sect, felt a little jealous when he saw the other party's live broadcast room with tens of thousands of viewers.

If he had thought of this kind of "playing tricks" script at the beginning, wouldn't he be making a fortune now and also have a bunch of lay disciples?

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw He Qiudao's appearance, some curious people went to related websites to search for the real photo of the leader of the Maoshan Sect, and confirmed his identity in the comment section.

All of a sudden, netizens' enthusiasm rose.

Especially the old fans who watched the live broadcast last night were even more excited and expressed their expectations in the comment section.

In front is the head of Emei Sect, Zhou, and in the back is the head of Maoshan Sect, He. The anchor team has considerable power and is also very rich, otherwise how could they invite these two heads who have status in real life.

"Master He is really here?"

At this time, Zhou Minjun, who was watching the live broadcast room of the underworld in the villa, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

A beautiful girl sitting next to her asked curiously, "Sister, is this Master He also a hired helper hired by the anchor?"

Li Zhiruo, who was originally studying at Shuzhong University, was suddenly called over by the head sister, only to find out that she was being taken to watch a host who was pretending to be in the underworld.

Now that she saw the head of the Maoshan Sect appear, Li Zhiruo seemed to understand something. Could this anchor also be considered a member of their martial arts world? Otherwise, they would not be able to invite the highly respected headmaster He. "Oh, I actually hope that headmaster He can be their helper, but I'm afraid that's not the case."

Looking at the immortal-looking Master He, Zhou Minjun, who was watching the whole live broadcast, had already guessed the other party's intention of "challenging the master", and suddenly felt something strange in his mind.

She had clearly asked Master He for advice before, so why did the other party care so much? Is this what they call looking down on peers?

"Senior sister, what do you mean by this?"

Li Zhiruo, somewhat confused, looked at her senior sister curiously.

"I'll explain it to you later, let's just watch it first."

Zhou Minjun waved his hand and said nothing more, letting his junior sister continue watching.

"Master He, I will invite your fellow apprentice's ghost out right now."

Without much ado, Huang Yang directly used the summoning function of the Hall of Heroes to invite the ghost of the junior brother of the Maoshan Sect's leader into the hall.

I only felt an invisible gust of cold wind rising in the hall, and then a figure slowly appeared more than ten meters in front of the steps.

"Junior brother?!"

He Qiudao, who was originally stroking his beard leisurely, widened his eyes in surprise when he saw the familiar figure, and accidentally pulled out a few strands of his beard with his hand.

He didn't expect that the other party actually summoned the ghost of his junior brother.

Is this anchor really in the underworld?

"Qiuzhen meets the head brother."

Zhang Qiuzhen, who had temporarily regained consciousness, wore the last white Taoist robe he wore before his death and saluted to the head brother in front of him.

"Junior Brother Qiuzhen, is it really you?!!!"

Looking at his reserved and polite junior fellow apprentice, He Qiudao had already confirmed the other party's identity; it was definitely not some AI or special effect.

Only he knew that his junior fellow apprentice had always observed the etiquette of a gentleman, had experienced turmoil in his youth, and had buried himself in the library in the temple for many years. Most people had no idea of ​​his appearance, let alone his character.

"Master, how are you these days?"

With a smile, Zhang Qiuzhen asked.

"Junior brother, my brother is suffering!"

Hearing his fellow apprentice's caring words, He Qiudao thought of how he had to support the crumbling Maoshan Sect alone after the fellow apprentice left. He couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes were filled with tears of sorrow.

Of course, he also thought that he had done something to assassinate the leader of the Emei Sect, and the host in the underworld opposite him must have known about it. He wanted to make the other party feel pity for him by showing his miserable image, and then let him go.

Who would have thought that in this Dharma-Ending Age, the underworld actually exists.

If the anchor gets unhappy and sends him to the underworld in advance, he will be in trouble.

In life, it’s not shameful to admit defeat. Only by saving your life can you have a promising future!
"Brother, didn't my descendants send you a gift?"

Looking at his senior brother crying miserably, Zhang Qiuzhen asked in some surprise.

Although he entered the Taoist sect, he never severed his ties with his nephews and nephews in the secular world, and he also provided a lot of financial support to their Maoshan Sect over the years.

In order to make his senior brother feel more at ease, Zhang Qiuzhen, on his deathbed, specifically instructed his nephews and nephews from well-off families to take good care of the Maoshan Sect and his senior brother, the leader. Could it be that his feelings towards his death had faded?

"Hey, Junior Brother, you don't know how expensive things are now."

When He Qiudao heard his junior fellow disciple asking this, he also started crying.

To strengthen a sect, the annual sponsorship of three or four hundred thousand yuan from fellow disciples and their nephews and nieces is simply not enough.

"Okay, Master He, now let's talk about what happened just now."

Seeing that the leader of the Maoshan Sect was going off topic, Huang Yang brought the subject back in time.

(End of this chapter)