Layman Lingming looked very embarrassed, with blood everywhere on his face and body, and most of his clothes were torn. His hair was disheveled, and he looked more like a beggar than a fairy.
Almost everyone present knows him, but this is not what everyone thinks of Master Lingming - under normal circumstances, he would lie drunk in the corner upstairs of Zuixianju, like a puddle of mud. But if there are friends or
Elders come to visit,
Or occasionally when he's in a good mood, he'll wash up, put on kitchen clothes as white as snow, and with lightning speed and dazzling movements, he'll cook up a table of delicious food that makes people want to stick their tongues out.
Delicious food that everyone swallowed.
When he is lying in the corner, he is a down and out drunk; when he is standing in the kitchen, he is a noble and elegant God of Cookery that makes people look up to him.
In people's impressions, he has always had these two faces. Even when he participated in the last battle of the Great Collapse, he was lying there drunk, received a summons to fly his sword, and suddenly flew out, and then ended up in an unknown place.
After a big battle, he flew back with injuries, and continued to lie there in a state of desolation, which was unbearable to look at.
But no one has ever seen him like he is now.
Now he is indeed in embarrassment and miserable, like a deserter after a defeated battle. But his eyes are very bright, and his momentum is rising. As long as you see his eyes and feel his momentum, you will not
Some people think
He felt a little embarrassed and desolate, but instead felt that he was full of vitality and fighting spirit, like a roaring tiger in the forest, which even made some Yinshen practitioners with insufficient cultivation secretly lower their heads, not daring to look.
he.
Only some very old seniors found another picture deep in their memory - although the appearance was very different, it was still the same bright eyes, high momentum, full of strong confidence and arrogance, as if
Nothing in the world can defeat him.
That was something that happened many years ago than most of the Yin Shen masters present. At that time, the Lingming layman who had just reached the realm of Dharma and lived in Zuixianju as the fifth Dharma Master in Penglai.
At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, and declared that he would set off a new trend in Penglai, and create a school that could feel the taste of Tao from the daily life, and connect Taoism with food, clothing, housing and transportation...
But those years were short-lived. After being defeated by the old man Weiming, he soon became depressed, silent and lonely day by day. He became taciturn, except in the kitchen, otherwise he was always listless, even
Drowsily like not waking up.
More than a hundred years later, two of his favorite disciples went out to help their friends hunt down the two sea beasts of Yin and Yang and refine the elixir-quenching liquid. Unfortunately, they encountered the Sea King of the West Sea, and no bones were left.
After receiving the news, the layman Lingming became even more depressed. He drove away the remaining disciples and drank for a whole day and night with the wine jar in his hand. Finally, he collapsed in the corner of Zuixianju, drunk as mud.
From that day on, he became what people remembered him as, a drunkard and a clever man who couldn't hold up the wall.
But today, what appears in front of people is no longer the drunkard Lingming who has been here for more than a thousand years, but the venerable Dharma Master Lingming who was shining brightly and having a fighting spirit more than a thousand years ago.
Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shocked.
"I object." Layman Lingming pushed open the door of the venue, and walked in with power like a tiger patrolling its territory. He looked directly at the old man Weiming without giving up, his eyes full of blazing fighting spirit.
And burning anger.
"you--"
The old man Weiming had just said one word when he was directly interrupted by Layman Lingming. His voice was like a roar, full of unsettling and frightening momentum. More importantly, this momentum contained absolute
The confidence even overwhelmed the old man Weiming's momentum.
"Shut up." Layman Lingming interrupted the old man Weiming unceremoniously. He walked towards the stage in the center of the venue and yelled viciously, "Now I want to impeach you as the vice-president of the Immortals Association.
The president of the Immortals Association, Lang Weiming, is accused of colluding with the Hai Clan."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Whether it was the scheming seniors or the juniors who were inexperienced in the world, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, and many people even exclaimed.
"When did you become the vice-president of the Immortals Association?" Amid the uproar, Venerable Red Fang, the oldest of the Immortals present, asked in a deep voice, "I remember that this position has been vacant since Lang Ziqing's death.
"
"About a year ago, an old man named Wei came to me privately and expressed his choice to elect me as the vice-president of the Immortals Association." Facing the senior Hong Fang, Master Lingming suddenly became much more humble. He took out a silver-white
The jade tablet was held high in the hand, and at the same time, magic power was injected into it, making it shine brightly. In the light, it was clearly the appearance of Tiansheng Peak.
This jade tablet has been seen by many people present. It is a token of the vice-president of the Immortals Association. It is not an ordinary magic weapon, but a sacred object that contains the power of humanity. If it does not go through a formal process, it will not be able to obtain humanity.
Those who recognize it, no matter how strong their magic power is or how high their cultivation level, can never let it shine even a little bit.
Master Lingming can make the jade plaque shine, so his identity as vice-president is naturally confirmed.
"President, what is this about?"
"Yes, appointing a vice-president is not a trivial matter. Why don't we even get any news?
"He is too arbitrary."
In the midst of the discussion, Layman Lingming put away the jade plaque and looked at the old man Weiming with ridicule: "I think when you appointed me as the vice president, you definitely didn't expect that such a day would come, right?"
"Yes, I didn't expect that." When he was interrupted just now, the old man Weiming was still angry. But now he has calmed down. He seemed very calm, neither panicked nor angry. He was even smiling.
, as if nothing had happened, "I thought you would either become my loyal subordinate, or die in that battle... but it turned out to be neither."
Layman Lingming sneered: "It's nothing more than a trivial matter like this. Do you have anything to explain to me about the crime of impeaching you?"
The unnamed old man was silent for a moment and sighed: "Although I know that since you dare to come, you must be sure - but even if you respect the rules, let us go through the necessary procedures... Lingming, you impeach
I colluded with the Sea Clan, so there should be some physical evidence."
Layman Lingming sneered again: "Whether it is human evidence or physical evidence, of course I have it."
"The witnesses are me, Venerable Wuya, Venerable Zhifei, and several Yin Shen Dao from the Jianjia Sect and the Immortals Association - I believe you know who they are without me explaining, right?"
"...It turns out that none of them died. They are really lucky." The old man Weiming nodded, "In other words, Wu Zhifei is so nosy that he even wants to save his enemies."
"Humph, do you think Venerable Zhifei is as sinister and despicable as you?"
"Of course he is different from me. He is too young and too reasonable." The old man Weiming said with a smile, "If I were him, after killing Ziqing, I would go straight to Tiansheng Peak and never mind Sanqi.
Twenty-one, just kill the old man Weiming directly. To cut the grass, we need to get rid of the roots. Since we have become enemies, we must do something about it."
After saying this, everyone was in an uproar again - the implication of the old man Weiming's words was very clear. When Wu Zhifei killed Lang Ziqing, he had the ability to kill old man Weiming as well.
This is really... It's amazing that Zhifei Zhenren - now the Venerable Zhifei - actually has such great magical powers?
"You haven't offended him, why would he come to kill you? It's really a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's heart."
"Yes, I am a villain, and he is a gentleman. Compared with a gentleman, a villain can always take advantage." The old man Weiming smiled, but his tone gradually became bleak, "The one who is ridiculous to the end is never
Will be a villain...
"Since you know this, why do you keep making the same mistake again and again?" Layman Lingming was stunned and couldn't help but ask.
The unnamed old man smiled, and there was a sense of relief in his smile: "If I knew I could do it, I would have become an immortal immortal by now. What you asked is really stupid. No wonder you were suppressed by me so much."
for many years.
Layman Lingming's face suddenly darkened, and he said grimly: "By the way... I have a question I've always wanted to ask. My two disciples -"
"I sent someone to kill you." Before he could finish asking, the old man Weiming replied crisply, "How can I feel at ease without completely destroying your confidence and fighting spirit?"
Layman Lingming was silent for a while and smiled coldly: "Very good, now let's settle the old and new accounts together."
The unnamed old man raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and looked at the open door. An old man with white hair and white hair, ragged clothes, but majestic as an emperor was standing at the door, holding the door with one hand to prevent it from closing.
"Brother Wuya, since you are here too, why don't you come in?" He said loudly, "There are no traps in this venue, so don't worry."
"I just came from Yunya Mountain." Wuyazi whispered, with irrepressible anger in his voice.
The unnamed old man nodded, indicating that he understood.
"You have done a lot of evil today, and you are already doomed." Wu Yazi's voice was filled with murderous intent, which made several Yin Shen masters near the door feel on pins and needles, and had to hurriedly avoid it.
"Even if it is, so what?" Old Man Weiming smiled nonchalantly, "What I have to do has been done. Life or death has no meaning to me now."
"But it means something to me, and it means something to those who were harmed by you." Seeing the old man Weiming acting like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, Master Lingming couldn't help but became furious, "Lang Weiming, I will impeach you for colluding with the Hai Clan.
Do you admit your guilt or not?”
The unnamed old man shook his head: "You can't just rely on witnesses to solve a case, the key is to have physical evidence."
"Of course I have the physical evidence." Layman Lingming sneered. "Although Venerable Zhifei turned into a giant and fought fiercely in the sea in order to resist the collapse of the sea, and was unable to come back for the time being. However, he captured the King of the West Sea of the Sea Tribe who has been colluding with you.
——Now the King of the West Sea is being held outside by Chi Liuding, does it count as physical evidence?"
"...one of the eight sea kings of the dignified sea tribe was actually used as a physical evidence. Was this Wu Zhifei's idea?" Amid the shock and uproar, the unnamed old man said with a smile, "You guys are all very angry.
Only Wu Zhifei has such courage. It is not unfair to lose to such an opponent."
"Speaking of it, neither you nor Brother Wuya have any abilities. In front of me, you are just a group of little bugs struggling in vain, and in the end you can only jump around on my palm. But Wu Zhifei is different.
He is a giant dragon that suddenly appeared. In order to deal with him, I set up many traps and exhausted all the traps.
All the trump cards, but even though I temporarily trapped him with these trump cards, he quickly broke through the trap... I was like a big spider, trying hard to weave a strong web and caught him in it.
Lots of bugs, and finally a bird... Now the net is broken, and I'm about to die."
His tone was very calm, like a chat between friends, but the calmer it was, the more surprised the immortals in the venue were.
The president of the Immortals Association, a peerless man who has been powerful in Penglai for two thousand years, is actually a traitor who colludes with the Sea Clan?
Moreover...that Venerable Zhifei of the Jianjia sect is actually so powerful?
"Now that you have pleaded guilty, it is the final step of impeachment." Layman Lingming ignored the old man Weiming's sigh, looked around the entire venue, and roared loudly, "Now, as the vice president of the Immortals Association, I initiate a proposal to impeach the group.
Lang Weiming, the president of the Immortal Society, please vote by public vote."
After a moment of silence, Hong Fang first sighed: "Unnamed fellow Taoist, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
He stood up and solemnly announced: "I agree with the vice president's proposal."
His words were like commands, and one voice after another sounded continuously.
"I agree"
"I agree too"
"How can a traitor serve as president?"
"Yes, we must not only abolish him, but also continue to pursue him."
"Kill Lang Weiming"
"Kill him"
"Traitors must die"
Throughout the venue, angry voices arose one after another. Even those who were loyal buddies of the unknown old man in the past showed anger at this moment and agreed to Master Lingming's proposal.
Over the years, the hatred between the Penglai monks and the Hai Clan has accumulated to the point where it cannot be resolved. The old man Weiming colluded with the Hai Clan and has crossed the bottom line of those best friends. Even they cannot tolerate the existence of a traitor.
Along with the rising and falling sounds, a white light fell, and the unknown old man's expression suddenly became much depressed - this was Penglai Humanity implementing the resolution of the Immortals Association, revoking his status as president, and also canceling the protection given to him.
.
He was already seriously injured, and he only breathed more than a dead person. Although he had recovered a lot during this period of time, time was still running out, and most of his injuries could only be suppressed temporarily with the help of humane protection. Now
The humanitarian asylum disappeared, and all the injuries suddenly broke out, making it difficult for him to even stand on the stage.
Layman Lingming looked at him coldly, and couldn't help but smile cruelly when he saw the miserable and embarrassed look of the old man who used to be as high as a god.
He recalled the scene when he was defeated and attacked, the apprentice who died outside without any explanation, and the years when he was watched by the unworthy Yinshen junior like a pig or sheep...
…
So he couldn't hold back his laughter, and it became louder and louder, with an uncontrollable madness in his laughter.
"Lang Weiming, you also have today"
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Of course I will be where I am today." The old man Weiming did not argue, he still smiled calmly, "Wu Zhifei asked you to impeach me and kill me. This favor is indeed rich. From today on
Are you ready to be his loyal lackey from the beginning?"
"Fellow Daoist Wu did not appoint anyone to deal with you." Wu Yazi said, "He just said that he originally thought Lang Weiming was a good opponent, but it turned out that I have poor vision. Such a thing is not worth my waste of rescuing the outer seas.
Time to kill him. After saying that, he left."
The unnamed old man was silent for a moment and sighed deeply.
"It turns out that I am no longer qualified to be killed by him..."
"There are so many people who want to kill you, and he is the only one left." Wu Yazi said coldly, "For example, I, Bai Lang, you are definitely going to die today. Before you die, do you just want to express your feelings, nothing else?
Want to say something?
The unnamed old man shook his head: "I have nothing to say - I know what you want to say. You definitely want to tell me the reason why Teacher Tianya used his sword to kill me, but I don't want to hear it."
Wu Yazi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to receive such an answer.
"No matter the reasons or explanations, they are only useful to those who have not made up their minds. My heart is as solid as stone, and it is useless to say anything." The old man Weiming's condition is getting worse and worse, and he has to hold on to the table to stand.
Stable, "He slashed me with a sword, which is an unchangeable fact. I don't forgive him, which is also an unchangeable fact. So, why waste each other's words?"
Wuyazi was silent for a while and sighed deeply.
"I only have one question." He looked at the unnamed old man. In addition to resentment, there was also a trace of hope in his eyes, "If the master hadn't cut you with that sword..."
"There will be no difference." The old man Weiming shook his head, "The teacher is dead. With my ability, I will become the president of the Immortal Association sooner or later. I don't have Wu Zhifei's all-powerful ability. If I want to protect Penglai,
If I want Penglai monks to suffer less losses in the great avalanche, they can only choose to compromise with the Sea Clan. This is determined by my character and knowledge. The result will be the same regardless of whether I have the teacher's sword or not."
"But……"
"What's the good news? Maybe in that case, I will bring down the entire Yunya Mountain today." The old man Weiming smiled and turned to layman Lingming, "Okay, Lingming, I know you have been waiting for a long time. Come on.
, put an end to this matter."
Layman Lingming was silent for a moment and nodded heavily.
A bright sword light appeared on his hand. With a wave of his hand, the sword light flew out and fell on the unknown old man's head, twisting him into pieces. Not even his soul could escape.
This is the final outcome of the unparalleled powerhouse who has shocked Penglai for thousands of years.