You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 286 I came here just to recruit disciples

Chapter 286 I came here just to take back my disciple's dojo

Yan Wangsheng walked up to Mr. Changsun with his hands behind his back and stared at him with his eyes lowered.

Mr. Changsun had a smile on his face, but there was annoyance in his eyes.

This old guy...

Kneel your nose and hit your face!
Although the library suppressed Yan Wangsheng everywhere, his identity as the third-generation successor was there. Even the lay Buddhists like them had to call him "Uncle Master" after seeing Yan Wangsheng.

Now let me go over and worship that Taoist priest?

So what should I say?
You call him Grandmaster, so when I go before him, shouldn't I kneel down, show respect to him, kowtow three times, and shout "Welcome, Grandmaster"?
The face of a library is not a face, right?
The monk Changsun smiled with a fake smile:
"Mr. Yan, you are joking. I know that I have great skills and am the best in ancient and modern times, but Jingshi is also a rare immortal figure in the world. Now Jingshi has passed away and ascended to the immortal tower, leaving only our library. Naturally, we must protect the foundation of the library. It is not good for Jingshi to worship others as the ancestor."

"Grandson, please don't pretend to be ignorant. I was born in Huishan, the capital, and Huishan is also the Taoist priest's dojo."

“It’s just that the dojo is connected.”

Mr. Changsun shook his head.

His attitude was very clear.

Anyway, Jingshi is dead now and there is no evidence, so we can definitely get away with it.

Yan Wangsheng frowned slightly and was about to say something else, but saw Zuo Chen walking towards him with a smile.

"I'm tired of stopping at the door, why don't you invite me in to rest?"

"Please come inside."

Mr. Changsun led the way in front.

Yan Wangsheng was a little confused, but when he thought of the list that Zuo Chen had asked for during the day, he understood and simply followed Zuo Chen into the library.

The students wanted to join in the fun, but were led back by the perceptive teachers.

Next, what Zuo Chen and the others were going to discuss was not something that students could participate in.

Soon, Mr. Changsun brought Zuo Chen and the others to the center of the long street of the library. There was a large house here, which was tall and wide, with carvings all over the building. It was the library's formal meeting room, and all important matters, big and small, were discussed here.

It is said that the emperor in the capital once preached in this council room, and discussing things here can be considered a tradition.

There is one main seat in the conference room, and two rows of audience seats on the side.

The old gentlemen in the library who had heard the news had already taken their seats nearby.

Some were curious, some were disdainful, and some simply looked as if it had nothing to do with them, as if today's farce had nothing to do with them.

After arriving here, Mr. Changsun asked Zuo Chen:
"You sit over here."

The direction he pointed was a guest seat.

Zuo Chen smiled and shook his head, then gently pushed away the monk Changsun in front of him and walked to the center of the house with a swagger.

He turned around, lifted his Taoist robe, and sat on the main seat in the middle.

Caiyi stood directly beside him with her arms folded across her chest.

Zuo Chen was no longer as calm as before today. He simply crossed his legs, supported his cheek with his left hand, and looked at the two Buddhists with a half-smile.

The smile on Changsun Layman's face froze, his mouth opened to mutter, but he couldn't say anything. Zhuge Layman said coldly:
"That one was left for our host."

"Owner of this post?" Zuo Chen glanced at Yan Wangsheng.

Yan Wangsheng introduced with a complicated expression: "He is an old generation of bookstore people. He is a traitor."

"Oh." Zuo Chen nodded.

"Mr. Yan, the landlord has tolerated your insolence time and time again, and today you dare to slander the landlord!"

Mr. Changsun didn't dare to get angry at Zuo Chen, so he turned to attack Yan Wangsheng.

Yan Wangsheng didn't indulge the other party and directly scolded him:
"That bastard leaked the news of the capital to the nobles, causing the capital to fall into a trap. Isn't he a traitor? What dirty and filthy things you did in private, others may not know, but I know it very well!"

The eldest grandson gritted his teeth.

Normally when he said this to Yan Wangsheng, the other party would swallow his anger. But now that he has a backer, he is really tough!
They were about to continue arguing with each other, but heard a gentle male voice from outside the court:

"Layman, please don't be angry. I think Mr. Yan must have misunderstood what I did back then. It just so happens that the Taoist priest is here today. Why don't we both talk it out? Why not hurt the relationship?"

An old man came in from outside the hall. He was wearing a brocade robe and looked a few years older than Yan Wangsheng. He must be in his seventies or nearly eighty.

But his spirit is still good, his body is full of vitality, his Taoism is good, and he can live a long life.

Seeing Zuo Chen sitting on the main seat, the old man was neither angry nor annoyed. He bowed and introduced himself:
"The current owner of the library, the direct disciple of the imperial master, Qin Wuming, greets Taoist Zuo."

Zuo Chen nodded but didn't reply.

Qin Wuming still had a cheerful smile on his face and sat in the guest chair.

Seeing Qin Wuming like this, the two lay Buddhists didn't know what to say any more and could only sit obediently on both sides of Qin Wuming.

At this moment, all the guests have arrived.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Everyone felt the same.

Something big is about to begin that will shake up the library.

Seeing Zuo Chen didn't say anything, Qin Wuming stood up first, walked to the center of the hall, and asked with a smile:

"I've heard that the Taoist priest is extremely charming and is a fairy on par with the one in the capital. When the Taoist priest entered Kyoto, I wanted to visit him, but I didn't expect that he came to the library first. I just don't know what the Taoist priest wants us to do this time? Does he want to discuss scriptures and Taoism? Or does he want to see what the one in the capital left behind?"

After hearing Qin Wuming's question, Zuo Chen finally spoke slowly:

"I was in seclusion on the Gray Mountain for a long time, and during this time I found a disciple. "He was a boy, and I didn't want to accept him, but he was stubborn, so he moved to the village at the foot of the Gray Mountain and came up the mountain every day to ask for help. In the end, I softened my heart and took him in, teaching him as a boy.

“I’ve been teaching him for a long time, and I’ve developed some feelings for him, but I never thought that this brat would leave Gray Mountain and come to Kyoto to save the people of the world.

"He opened a dojo in Kyoto, saying that he wanted to collect all the books in the world and govern the world with literature. It was called the Book House."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

The gentlemen in the library who were able to come here were all well aware of the past events and were mentally prepared for Zuo Chen's identity.

But what others say and what Zuo Chen himself admits are two completely different concepts.

Qin Wuming seemed to be well prepared as well. His expression remained unchanged. He just sighed and said:

"My master did tell me before that he had a master on Gray Mountain, but you also know that most of the people present are mortals who cannot cultivate to such a high level. Your appearance remains unchanged, but it is difficult to convince everyone. If you don't have any evidence, there is no way to return this library to you."

Qin Wuming's words were flawless, but people around him could also understand them.

evidence?

Jingshi has been dead for so long, where can there be any evidence?
It was obvious that he was playing Tai Chi and trying to drag Zuo Chen here.

Zuo Chen stared at Qin Wuming, and Qin Wuming responded with a bright smile.

"You are the landlord here, right?"

"I am not talented, but fortunately many friends have supported me and I became the host of this post."

"Okay then." Zuo Chen put away his lazy posture and sat up straight.

In an instant, the overwhelming pressure engulfed the entire library like a wave.

Except for the few close confidants of Zuo Chen, everyone in the room felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Even the students who were studying outside, the teachers who were teaching, and the businessmen who were making a living on the streets all felt the oppressive feeling like a mountain for a moment.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where Zuo Chen was.

Zuo Chen had a faint smile on his face and said word by word:
"You may have misunderstood something. I came here today not to discuss anything with you, nor to prove anything.

"My disciple worked hard to open a temple, but some thieves appeared in the temple and killed him.

"After he died, a lot of woodlice have bred in his temple. They cannot stand the light and curl up in a ball under the soil.

"Now that I'm back, I naturally have to take the broom and clean up thoroughly."

Zuo Chen stood up and put his hands behind his back.

There was already lightning flashing in his eyes.

“Of course, I don’t like slaughter. Killing people in my disciple’s dojo would be too bloody and not suitable for his pure nature.

"I'll give you one stick of incense. If you get out of here honestly, I'll spare your lives. If you still stay here...

"Don't blame me for being rude."

Everyone can hear it.

There was a strong murderous intent in Zuo Chen's words.

The people in the library originally thought that Zuo Chen came here to "discuss Taoism", so they wanted to welcome Zuo Chen with conspiracy and sophistry.

But I didn’t expect that the Taoist priest would actually overturn the table!

But he is very skilled in Taoism. If he overturns the table, who would dare to move?
No one dared to look in Zuo Chen's direction anymore. They all lowered their heads and left the meeting room like dogs that had lost their homes.

After walking out of here, the small steps I was walking in turned into big strides and a sprint.

Mr. Zhuge's heart also trembled violently.

When he saw Zuo Chen sitting on the main seat just now, he, the undisputed number one expert in the bookstore, felt dissatisfied and planned to take the initiative to volunteer to have a fight with Zuo Chen.

Under such strong pressure, how could Mr. Zhuge still have any intention of fighting?
He could only force himself to maintain his composure. He stood up, bowed in the direction of Zuo Chen, and prepared to leave.

He reached out and pulled Mr. Changsun, who seemed to be frightened.

Like pulling a stone.

Mr. Zhuge was shocked and realized that there seemed to be some restrictions on Mr. Changsun.

He could only show a look of horror; he wanted to run but couldn't.

In addition to him, about a quarter of the old gentlemen in the library were also sitting in their seats, unable to move.

Among them was Qin Wuming.

Mr. Zhuge felt a chill in his heart.

I am afraid,
Who can leave and who cannot has already been determined.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sat down next to Mr. Changsun.

Finally, all the people who could move had left.

Zuo Chen looked around, glanced at Master Zhuge twice, and then looked away.

"It seems that you all want to stay here and have a good argument with me."