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Chapter 1224: Hold your head high and chest out

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    Soon after everyone left, another group of monks came to the restaurant. They all sighed and prepared to drown their sorrows with wine.  The waiter had just met several girls, and the restaurant manager came over with a smile on his face to say hello: "Are you from Lingshan, Zhejiang?"

    Several people were surprised: "Do you recognize us?"

    The shopkeeper saluted respectfully to the man in the middle: "Master Gu from Lingshan, the master who ranks seventh in the Jindan Master Group in the practice ball competition, how can you not recognize him?"

    Gu Suiyuan felt much relieved and said, "The shopkeeper is so polite."

    The shopkeeper said: "Our boss said that Master Gu will patronize the shop today, and all the expenses will be borne by my family. Please eat and drink well, Master Gu."

    Gu Suiyuan looked at the friends around him, his face glowed, and asked: "Where is your boss? Gu wants to thank you in person."

    The shopkeeper said: "Actually, Master Gu should also recognize our boss. He is in the private room at the moment. I will introduce some of you to meet him."

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    Yan Shifan worked until midnight before returning to Yan Mansion.  I went to my father's house first and saw that the lights were still bright, so I knocked on the door: "Father."

    When he saw his son, Yan Song asked, "How's it going?"

    Yan Shifan smiled and said, "That's almost it."

    Yan Song sighed and said, "I feel relieved when you do things, but after all, this matter is of great importance and I am always uneasy."

    Yan Shifan said: "There must be some risks, but if we hide behind us, we won't be able to find our home for a while. When we find it, Zhu Xianjian will almost lose everything."

    Yan Song said: "I hope so. I used to help him, but now it's the other way around, and I feel bad"

    Yan Shifan said: "Who would have thought that he would kill important cabinet ministers in the street? If you act like this, you will definitely be defeated. Whether you want to deal with Zhao Zhiran or Chen Shandao, we have no objection, but he wants to deal with the entire Taoist sect. This  What if they're not crazy? Those people are crazy. We can't go crazy with them. Don't look at the commotion now. When Daomen reacts, they will settle the accounts with him one by one. Don't our Yan family take some risks at this moment?  , if you don¡¯t express your attitude in advance, you will just sit back and wait for death, and you will die without knowing how!¡±

    Yan Song nodded: "My son is right I regret that I got too close to them"

    Yan Shifan shook his head: "I'm afraid my father may have misremembered. Our Yan family has always been close to Chen Tianshi and the Taoist sect. Even if we took a longer detour when walking, it was to make the road to the Taoist sect wider. We have never been with the Taoist sect."  Others are getting closer! See Zhu Xian? It¡¯s just an act of hypocrisy."

    "Yes, yes, my son is right, my father's memory has gone awry."

    Yan Shifan nodded, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't know where Abbot Zhao escaped. It would be great if I could meet him."

    A new day has arrived. This day was supposed to be the tenth round of the finals of the Xiuqiu Competition. It was supposed to be a day to hold lottery tickets at the Purple Mountain Xiuqiu Stadium and cheer or feel annoyed in the crowd.

    But today, Mo Buping cannot watch his favorite games, cannot buy lottery tickets to get the money needed for practice and life, and more importantly, he has lost the meaning and direction of life. Therefore, today Mo Buping has to find all of this again.  return.

    After a night of hard work, there were already more than thirty monks outside the lottery sales point under the Sitiantai. Among them were lottery players, fellow contestants he had met when participating in auditions and knockout rounds for three consecutive seasons, and their relatives and friends.

    In addition to these monks, there are also many lottery players and practice ball enthusiasts who know that it is impossible but still have hope, and they are also gathering here to see if a miracle will happen today.  Even if no miracle occurs, it would be good for everyone to get together and have a chat.

    The door panels of the lottery sales points are still closed. Seeing this situation, many people sighed and didn't know what to do.

    Mo Buping moved a broken wooden box he picked up from somewhere, stood on it, and looked around.  Many people saw him, and many of them recognized him, knowing that he was the man who had supported Zhao Zhiran, the founder of the Cultivation Ball Competition and the abbot of Xuantan Palace, under the spotlight.

    Seeing hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, Mo Buping said: "I am Mo Buping. I know many of you, and many of you also know me. I just came back from outside the city yesterday. In fact, I  It had only been three days since I left the capital. But when I came back, I found that everything had changed.

    I went to Zijin Mountain. Yuanfu Palace had been sealed off by the monks of the Shangsan Palace and the Jinyi Guards. I went to Xiangluxuan, which was also in a mess. Then I went to Xuantan Palace. The gate of Xuantan Palace was closed.  Despite the seal, I finally wentNorth of Wuhu Lake, the training ground is empty.

    Fellow Taoist friends, lottery friends, and golfers, I am very sad. From yesterday until now, I have been unable to control myself in my sadness.  I have been thinking, what went wrong in the training ball competition, and it is going to be banned by the Sangu?  What's wrong with the practice ball lottery that it was suddenly stopped?  What wrong did we, the common people, do to lose our beloved lives?  What is wrong with "Inside and Outside the Imperial City" that we will never be able to read it again?

    I walked in the long, deserted night, all night long, hoping that the sun would rise and dawn would come, but when a new day came, everything remained the same.  I don¡¯t know what else I can do today, I don¡¯t know what I should do tomorrow, or even what else I can do next.  The only thing I know is that we will lose the game, lose the lottery, lose the joy, lose hope

    I still remember last year, one day, I met Abbot Zhao by the Mochou Lake. Anyone who is familiar with Abbot Zhao knows that he is approachable and has no airs. He often runs around the Mochou Lake in the morning and sometimes gets crowded.  Come into the queue to buy a lottery ticket and experience for yourself whether it is convenient and smooth for me and other people to buy lottery tickets. After meeting him, he will also joke and get along with me and other people.

    Whenever I think of what he has done for ordinary people like us, I am moved to tears.  Among the training ball organizing committee, Abbot Zhao is the most amiable, Abbot Pei is heroic, and the envoy of Liyuan is resolute. It is through them that I can deeply feel that Taoist sect is what we and other common people can truly rely on.

    ¡°I remember that day he said to me: ¡®Xiao Mo, when you walk, you should raise your head and chest, don¡¯t stoop. Only in this way can you show your energy and spirit, which is good for your practice.  ¡¯ To this day, the words are still in my ears, but Abbot Zhao has disappeared.  I heard that I was beaten by our Prince Qi and his whereabouts are unknown Every time I think about it, I burst into tears.

    Abbot Zhao, Abbot Pei, and the envoy of Liyuan, although they are not with us at the moment, their previous words, deeds, and actions are always in my mind at this moment, as if they are telling me not to be silent, not to be confused, to be  Know how to fight for yourself.

    Therefore, what I want to say to you today is, to hell with those fighting in the court!  We, the common people, do not seek power, wealth or luxury. All we want is to watch football happily and satisfy our little self-dreams!

    Let Jin Yiwei go to hell!  Let the Fifth Army Camp and the Three Thousand Battalion go to hell!  They think they can make us confused, suffocate us, and make us suffer. We cannot accept this kind of life!

    Let Shang San Gong go to hell!  They want to dominate the capital with one hand, tie us into their chariots, violate the will of the Taoist sect, and contribute to their own fame and fortune. We will never accept it!

    My dearest Taoist friends, lottery friends, and golfers, a new day has arrived. Whether to lose our life and hope forever, or to fight for it and fight for it, you choose.  But I will never forget what Abbot Zhao told me, raise my head and chest, walk to the Ancestral Temple, and say to them, I want my practice ball!  "

    After finishing his words, Mo Buping jumped off the broken wooden box, held his head high and headed towards the Imperial Ancestral Temple.  Behind him were more than thirty monks who followed, followed closely by the monks, lottery players and golfers present

    The wooden door of the lottery sales point opened quietly, and the shopkeeper and a few guys came out, closed the wooden door again, and then quickly followed the team and joined the growing flow of people.

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