When Zhao Ning saw this, he bowed further: "Songyun Sect should not be without a master for a day. Since the head of the sect has passed the throne and has been recognized by the ancestors, so for Songyun Sect, it is better to be quick and not too late, and you can take the throne quickly."

Pei Ziyun hesitated for a moment, and seeing Pei Ziyun's hesitation, Zhang Yun stepped forward: "Junior brother, in terms of martial arts, you have nothing to do with you. In terms of great achievements, who can compare with you? What are you still hesitating?"

"Ziyun, you are a disciple who passes the throne and are recognized by the ancestors. You should take the throne quickly and simply. It is better to choose a date than to hit the day. It is too late today, and you will inherit the throne tomorrow." Yu Yunjun said.

Both the legitimate elders had already spoken, and Pei Ziyun said with a brief look at Chen Mo: "Since I have the order of a teacher, I will do everything."

Chu Xia squeezed out some smiles on one side: "Finally, I also have a junior brother in the head."

As soon as the early summer talk ended, the venue was filled with Chen Mo.

"Tomorrow, we will gather our disciples to take your seat." Zhao Ning said.

"I don't know much about these things, so I'll ask Master Zhao and Master to preside over it." Pei Ziyun said, "I'm thinking, there are a few things now."

"First of all, I have to make a memorial about the affairs of the head. Speaking of which, the head has been uneasy for several years. A few days ago, the head told me that I was uneasy recently and I was afraid that I would not get up. I don't want to make a prophecy, which makes people feel sad?"

Zhao Ning immediately understood that this was writing a memorial to the court, which was also a rule. Naturally, it would not be said to be a sudden death, but to say that he was in poor health and had a life of life.

"There are also the bodies of all the brothers in the Taoist temple. Now it's hot, so I need to collect the coffin quickly, Senior Brother Zhang!"

"I dare not, what are you asking?" Zhang Yun immediately responded.

"We are not equipped with enough staff and cannot hide things, so don't hesitate. Take a few brothers and brothers down the mountain immediately and count the number of people to buy coffins and funeral objects."

"Don't invite outsiders. All our tenants will mobilize them to go up the mountain to serve. If they refuse to come, they will expel the tenants immediately. At this time, what else do they want him to do if they refuse to do their best?"

"Also, please ask the doctor and buy enough medicinal materials."

Zhang Yun was stunned when he heard this, Zhao Ning sighed secretly. He was about to say this, but Pei Ziyun said it without any leakage. Thinking of it, he said to Zhang Yun: "The head of the sect has given him, why don't you do it?"

Having changed the title to the head of the sect, Zhang Yun woke up and responded repeatedly, and as expected, he quickly went down the mountain with his people.

In two hours (four hours), there was already a white silk hanging on Songyun Gate. The bell rang, and nine times rang, echoing in the mountains and forests, with a strong whine.

In front of Songyun Gate, all the Taoists changed into mourning clothes, and seventy-one coffins filled the square, and these coffins were filled with a strong sense of depression.

Originally, the main hall of the life lamp was placed, but most of the lamps were turned off, and some were still on. Behind this hall was a sacred hall, with dozens of new spirit cards added densely.

Pei Ziyun stood here and was silent for a long time before leaving the temple.

Day 2: The Grand Master Hall

There were some cracks in the statue, and it was not time to repair it at this time. The hall was filled with solemnity. All the disciples were wearing white silk and stood in the hall. Pei Ziyun didn't say a word.

Zhao Ning stood in the hall and glanced at everyone, saying, "This time Qixuan Sect attack, this sect defeated him, but the loss was not great. The leader's dying instructions were approved by the ancestors, and the sixth-generation disciple Pei Ziyun took over as the leader. Everyone present, but some people do not agree with it, can give their opinions."

Zhao Ning said this, and everyone in the venue looked at each other and shouted in unison: "We have no objection."

Looking at the disciples in front of me, the original owner's memory of his previous life came, Pei Ziyun was silent for a while before saying, "Qi Xuanmen killed our disciples and attacked the blessed land again. It is the greatest enemy of our Songyunmen. I will avenge my master's sect and revenge the disciples who have passed away in the sect."

"Revenge, revenge." Everyone in the hall shouted in unison. These disciples either lost their master or their fellow disciples, and were full of hatred towards Qixuan Sect.

Pei Ziyun then took out the talisman of the head, knelt down in front of the statue of the ancestor, and shouted loudly: "Disciple Pei Ziyun, if you accept the position of the head today, you will definitely expand Songyun Sect and avenge Songyun Sect."

Pei Ziyun finished speaking and kowtowed. After kowtow, there was a flash of spiritual light on the statue of the ancestor god. A phantom appeared, and he glanced at Pei Ziyun, and a little bit of spiritual light fell and merged into the talisman.

The power of the talisman was instantly transmitted, integrating into Pei Ziyun's mind, and then integrating into it. A huge feeling instantly penetrated Pei Ziyun's Yin God.

"Buzz"

The scenes around disappeared, and in the darkness, Pei Ziyun stood quietly, his eyes faintly red.

A little bit of red light lit up around it, slowly connecting into a piece of land, and then there was a piece of land in front of me. The first thing I saw was the sky, which was very faint on it, but it was still vaguely visible.

At this moment, Pei Ziyun's body trembled, and his whole soul seemed to be penetrated by the blessed land. A feeling of hundreds of years gradually grew. A spiritual energy was instantly drawn from the blessed land and turned into nectar and fell on Pei Ziyun's soul. Then, a feeling that seemed to be omnipotent, instantly penetrated the heart.

The Yin God grew rapidly, and the whole consciousness immediately pulled the Yin God and opened his eyes. A kind of warmth spread on his body, as if there was a kind of sweetness that constantly moistened the soul.

Everything in front of me is even clearer. The land is flat and there are desert-like places on it. You can see fields elsewhere. This is a blessed land, but now some cracks in this blessed land and some spiritual energy are constantly leaking out.

There is a town in the blessed land, where houses collapse and shatter everywhere, suddenly a kind of sadness runs through it, and some information flows, Pei Ziyun immediately understands it.

"Most of the ancestors of all generations have died, and the True Lord is seriously injured and needs to sleep. The remaining Yin God is constantly repairing the blessed land with sadness."

At the crack, some dark wind blew in, and some vague monsters seemed to want to enter the blessed land, but the light of inspiration shone instantly.

"This is a blessed land, so what about the mountain gate?" Pei Ziyun thought this way, and a force came from the head sect's order talisman, and instantly appeared in the sky above Songyun Gate.

Pei Ziyun looked at the entire mountain gate with gray and black air, while a thin layer of red light on the ground was losing and shaking.

The next moment, Pei Ziyun woke up and found that he was still standing in front of the statue of the ancestor, and all the strange images disappeared.

"Please sit down."

Zhao Ning personally helped the seat and retreated. Zhao Ning and Yu Yunjun stood on the left and right. Except for the Taoist who had been sent away in advance, everyone in the hall was more or less injured and immediately bowed together: "Disciple, pay homage to the head."

This time, the name was determined, and a plum blossom suddenly appeared in front of you, and it quickly enlarged, turning into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of view with a faint sense of light, and the data needed to be seen appeared in front of you.

"Task: Save Songyun Sect and become the leader (complete)"

Now, in full view of everyone, it is not advisable to click to accept it. Then, wearing hemp clothes, the group held a funeral. Haohao moved seventy-one coffins to the cemetery to bury it. He worked all day before he was finished.

On the third day, the spiritual lamp was lit, and the numbness was removed on the fourth day, and the normal state was restored. Pei Ziyun returned to the temple and saw that his disciples had resumed evening classes. Although the number of people was much smaller, the bells and chimes were still ding and dozens of people recited scriptures cross-legged.

Pei Ziyun didn't bother. On the couch, he saw no one around, and then he finished it. Suddenly, a transparent phantom plum blossom appeared in his eyebrows. A light yellow and transparent petal turned yellow in an instant. The third petal was completed and disappeared later.

Looking closely at the translucent data box, I saw "Yin Shen: Second Level (1.3% Completion)"

I couldn't help but sigh: "I got the talisman of the leader and moisturize it, and I was promoted to the next level in a moment."

“Now the reputation is slowly increasing again.”

I remembered that when I became the leader of the Taoist temple, I saw a trace of gray and black air, and sighed again: "The luck accumulated by the Yang area has almost been consumed."

"I'm afraid that Songyun Sect has a crisis of subversion now, so I have to find a way."

Only then did this thought have occurred. The translucent data frame illuminated and a task was created: "Relieve the crisis of the master and be granted the title of real person."

"Sure enough, the system released this task."

"But to resolve the crisis in the master's sect, Elder Zhao has to straighten out everything and proceed." Pei Ziyun couldn't help but smile when he thought of this.

By the way, there was not much time when Zhao Ning arrived in the wing room and saw Pei Ziyun having rice, but only two dishes and one soup.

"Please sit down with Elder Zhao!" Pei Ziyun chewed the rice and said, "Everyone is very busy now, so just talk about it!"

Zhao Ning explained in detail one by one, and after talking about half a meal, he finally explained the situation roughly.

Pei Ziyun had already used up his meal at this time, and listened silently. After hearing this, he sighed and walked and pondered for a long time before saying, "There are a few things you said, first of all, is to clear out the inventory, and the entire Songyun Gate has 9,400 taels of silver."

"The second is that the disciples are unstable."

"There are also some unstable tenants and shops, right?"

"yes."

"These are actually very easy." Pei Ziyun frowned slightly and said slowly: "Let's come one by one."

"First of all, there are pensions. We have 71 disciples. We have true disciples and ordinary disciples, and we will give 100 to 30 taels of silver."

"Ordinary disciples do not practice Taoism and martial arts, or in other words, they are just superficial martial arts. If they have family members, they will be given thirty taels of silver."

"If there is no family member, I will give the money to the temple, so I will add fuel to pray every day."

"After practicing martial arts and Taoism, the family members are divided into fifty to one hundred taels, and no family members are allocated to the temple."

"The rest of the disciples have to assign tasks. Now there are many tasks. The first thing is to ask the construction team to create a restoration Taoist temple."

Zhao Ning's eyes lit up. This decision was really fast and accurate. Pension was indeed the best and fastest measure to comfort people. Repairing Taoist temples can also keep the disciples busy and not care about their thoughts.

"But, is this a little more? This way, I am afraid that I will have to spend 3,000 taels of silver. If I want to repair the Taoist temple, I have to consume everything."

"How can we calm people down if we don't have any weight?" Pei Ziyun glanced at it and said slowly: "Now tenants and shops are unstable. It's because there are rumors, and it's because we have suffered a lot of losses."

"At this time, we have to make a big fuss, use the money as water, let the shop buy and sell materials, let the tenants help, and open the meat and noodles to eat!"

"In this way, the rumors will be broken."
Chapter completed!