Mystery Makes Me Strong

Master Quan looked at Wen Rensheng and waved his hands: "Okay, I don't think about it anymore, I really can't remember. You said that you are my teacher, and those who are good at it are teachers. Tell me, is this watermelon ripe? "

"You are right, you are my teacher; you are not right, you are also a watermelon."

When everyone heard this, no one was surprised, they all looked at Wen Rensheng with pitiful eyes.

No one gloated, because in two days, it would be their turn again.

Wen Rensheng took everyone's expressions into his heart, he is blind, now he looks at it with his heart.

But with Xiawang, what you see with your heart is more detailed than what others see with your eyes.

"Whether the watermelon is ripe or not, of course the watermelon itself has the most say, so you have to ask the watermelon itself first." Wen Rensheng walked up to the poor young man, patted him on the head, and comforted him.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. This was the first time they had heard of this theory.

"Well, well, what you said is very reasonable. You have the level of being my teacher." Master Quan laughed, then lowered his head and said, "Master Chen Xiang, tell me, are you familiar with it?"

Chen Xiangzhu wailed: "Master, I don't think I'm familiar with it."

"Oh, you said you are not familiar with it, who can prove it? I think we still have to open it." Quan Jiaozhu said seriously.

"Ah!" Chen Xiangzhu shrank to the ground, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

Everyone was also trembling.

But no one escaped, because no one knew better than them that the leader's martial arts were so high and his eyes and ears were so sensitive, even if you ran three miles away, you could be caught in an instant.

"Wait," Wen Rensheng interrupted him, and said to Master Quan, "Xiaoquan, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Quan Jiaozhu wondered.

"Whether you're hungry or not, who can prove it? Are you going to dig up your stomach to see?" Wen Rensheng asked rhetorically.

"Whether I'm hungry or not, I must be the one who knows best, so I don't need to dig out my stomach." Quan Jiaozhu took it for granted.

"That's right, it's the same reason. Whether the watermelon is ripe or not is the most clear, and there is no need to open it to prove it." Wen Rensheng also took it for granted.

Everyone suddenly realized that this is the truth.

Master Quan was stunned, and nodded slowly: "Yes, yes, that's right."

"You are indeed my teacher," Master Quan then knelt on his knees and arched his hands, "Quan Tianyi has met the teacher, and ask the teacher to forgive the crime of negligence."

"Well, if you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it. Get up." Wen Rensheng nodded, then walked to the main seat in the hall, and sat down directly.

The leader Quan hurriedly got up, like a primary school student, and waited on Wen Rensheng's side.

"Everyone get up." Wen Rensheng said to everyone.

Everyone didn't move, they only looked at the leader.

The leader Quan was furious: "This is my teacher's words, it is my words, no, it is more effective than my words, I have to listen to my teacher."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, your teacher is a normal person.

Everyone quickly stood up.

But they will soon understand that they think too much...

Zhao Han was dumbfounded, what happened just now?

What is their logic?

What the hell is this big fool doing?

But this doesn't hinder her, she pretended to be a tiger, and quickly slipped to Wen Rensheng's feet, scanning the crowd.

After everyone got up, they waited for Wen Rensheng to speak.

"What abilities and positions do you have, let me introduce them one by one, let's start with you." Wen Rensheng pointed at Chen Xiang just now and said.

"Yes, my lord. The villain Chen Xuan, temporarily listed as the Lord of the Nine Temples, Eight Halls and Six Fragrances, is good at lightness kung fu, just now the inner energy..."

Then came the next person.

"The villain Luta is the master of the nine halls and three halls. He has practiced horizontally and has already cultivated the meridians."

...

One by one, they talked to themselves, and it seemed that they had regained the excitement that hadn't been seen for a long time, and they were relaxed.

Wen Rensheng knew that under each hall of the Holy Cult, there are hall masters and incense masters, and there is no intermediate rudder master. This is to reduce management links and improve efficiency. After all, they are not following the right path.

Nine halls can have nine hall masters, and each hall has nine incense masters.

The ten halls are seven or seven systems, and the other halls are four or four systems.

The establishment of each incense master is the same, with a maximum of one hundred people, provided that they can support them.

From this point, we can also know why the whole family can inherit the position of leader.

In terms of structure, it is theoretically guaranteed that their two temples are equal to the power of the other eight temples.

Just like the emperor, he always spared no effort to strengthen the force directly under the capital.

However, the capital did not move for a long time, and no matter how it was strengthened, it gradually declined, and in the end it was still an elite frontier army.

The same is true for the Ninth Temple. With the reckless behavior of the leader, the strength has declined, and it is almost left with an empty shelf.

Those who can find a way to transfer are transferred to other palace masters.

After all, in this case, it is not a betrayal.

The remaining people are really unable to transfer, or they have no connections, or no one accepts them, or because of the last bit of affection.

More people who have been excluded from the halls and oppressed are filled here, just for the leader to knock on watermelons for fun, so that the leader will not trouble them.

After Wen Rensheng's audience introduced his situation, he compared it with what he saw in Xiawang, and found that there was no mistake.

It seems that they have been suffering from the leader for a long time, so they chose to open their hearts to themselves, an outsider who has no foundation, and did not make up anything.

"Very good, I will give you a class today. Master Chen Xiang, go arrange people, bring back some stools, and bring some pens, ink, paper and inkstones." Wen Rensheng ordered.

"Yes, my lord." Chen Xiangzhu hurriedly called a dozen servants and started to get busy.

"Teacher, I don't know what class you have today?"

"What do we want to live for? Who is the enemy and who is the friend?" Wen Rensheng said calmly.

"I know this. We live to eat watermelons. Enemies are those who prevent us from eating watermelons. Friends are people who grow watermelons." Quan Jiaozhu took it for granted.

Everyone was speechless.

The leader had sex with watermelon.

Zhao Han also has a big head. He closed his eyes and entered Xiawang, wanting to see the origin of this strange thing.

Soon she understood.

This is not a secret, after all, the leader has become like this, the hall masters must study and ponder.

It turned out that the leader was a very kind person when he was a child, but when he went out to buy melons alone, he was deceived by others and spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of raw melons, which was then laughed at by everyone.

This incident left a great spiritual shadow on his weak heart.

Later, he practiced Tiansha Xueyin Kungfu and learned the way of spiritual cultivation, so he wondered if he could use this to see through people's hearts and whether they were telling the truth or lying.

His name is Knocking on Watermelon, and he actually wants to use this to probe other people's heads, to know what other people are thinking?

However, practicing and cultivating, the idea goes a step further: "Isn't it easier to just open a person's head and have a look?"

Coupled with a series of messy things and the influence of exercises, his mind became confused and he became more and more crazy, and he became the current Watermelon Demon King.

At this time, Wen Rensheng smiled, and then looked at the others.

"What's your answer?"

Everyone listened and thought silently.

The answer is simple, we live to live well, the enemy is the leader, and the friend is your old man.

Such immediate thoughts come to many people's minds.