Mutated Tao: Zhuge Yuan Extra Story 8: Disciple Rules

After listening to the other party's words, Zhuge Yuan was stunned for a long time, and then he came to his senses, and quickly replied: "The old man is too modest, he has been following the tutor all year round, and he has gained some knowledge, which is not worth mentioning."

Listening to what the old man said, it seems that he is not very angry, and maybe there is still a chance to mediate.

It doesn't matter to me, but don't let Li Jinshu be punished for helping me, after all, I asked him for help.

Not to mention the free help from the other party, if he was punished because of this matter, he would really feel sorry.

"This kind of insight is not ordinary, ordinary people don't have this kind of insight." The old man turned around Zhuge Yuan with his hands behind his back, "Tell me, who are you and where did you come from."

"Master, he was before—" Before Li Jinshu finished speaking, with the old man's big hand wave, Li Jinshu's mouth was wiped on his wide sleeve. "Did I ask you? This kid doesn't have a long mouth?"

Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan hastily made a long story short, explaining the cause and effect of the matter.

"You said, it was you who begged Li Jinshu to bring you here? It was you who knew that there was a way to get you into the Minglun Hall?" The old man confirmed again with a straight face. ??

Zhuge Yuan glanced at the other party, nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

The old man nodded, slowly raised his long sleeves, put Li Jinshu's mouth stuck on the cuffs to his ear, and listened quietly.

When the other party put down the cuffs and showed a half-smile expression on his face, Zhuge Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Boy, do you think this little trick can fool the old man? Don't worry, his punishment will inevitably be punished, and so will yours."

Zhuge Yuan frowned and stepped forward immediately, saluting with both hands. "This old man, I'm responsible for everything in this matter. A hero does what he does. I'll take the responsibility for any punishment!"

"Can you afford it? You don't even know what the punishment is, so you dare to speak out?"

Zhuge Yuan immediately answered without hesitation. "No matter what punishment, I will bear it!"

"Good~!" The old man gave Zhuge Yuan a thumbs up, "Boy, follow me if you have the guts!

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Seeing the other party waving his sleeves away, Zhuge Yuan glanced at the mouthless Li Jinshu who was waving his hands continuously, and he followed quickly.

Just as Li Jinshu was about to chase after him, he was pinned to the ground by all kinds of hands behind him.

Uneasy, Zhuge Yuan followed the other party around the courtyard.

Just when he was wondering where the other party was going to take him, soon a dark cellar appeared in front of Zhuge Yuan.

The strong and pungent smell of blood and the miserable screams came from inside, all of which made Zhuge Yuan's face turn pale, it was obvious that this place was not a good place.

"Boy, where is the ability to talk big just now? Come in."

The old man put his hands on his chest and watched with a sneer. "Tell me, who wants to come here? As long as you tell the truth, someone else can replace you."

There was a trace of struggle and hesitation in Zhuge Yuan's eyes, but when he thought that he should not die, he immediately became firm.

"It's me!" After Zhuge Yuan finished speaking, he immediately walked towards the cellar without hesitation.

As he got closer, the screams became louder, and Zhuge Yuan could even see half of the peeled human skin.

But at the moment when he was about to enter the cellar, a wrinkled old hand stretched out from behind and gently lifted it along the edge of the cellar. The painting was taken away.

"No, that Xingfang is just a painting!" Zhuge Liang suddenly reacted and turned his head to look.

The old man stood where he was, nodded in agreement with Zhuge Yuan, and left without saying a word.

Just when Zhuge Yuan was at a loss, the other party threw out two cold words, "Follow me."

Zhuge Yuan was already mentally prepared for the severe punishment he would accept next, but when he regained his composure, he appeared before him

In front of him is actually a very simple bookstore.

"Kneel there~IndoMTL.com~." The old man casually pointed to the low table next to him, where an old dark yellow book was neatly placed.

Since it has come, it will be safe, Xing Fang is not afraid, maybe he is still afraid of this, Zhuge Yuan immediately walked over and sat cross-legged, and began to read a book.

"The rules of disciples, the teachings of saints, the first is filial piety, the second is sincerity

Seeing the content above, Zhuge Yuan was a little surprised, and raised his head to look at the old man.

"Keep reading, keep reading!"

Not afraid of severe punishment anymore, Zhuge Yuan was afraid that he would fail to read this Disciple Rules, so he immediately read it aloud.

"Tao people are good, that is good, people know it, the more they think about it, encourage others to be evil, it is evil, the disease is serious, disasters happen, evil things are uncommon, never ask"

Zhuge Yuan kept chanting, at first the voice was very loud, but as he chanted, the situation changed.

It is not people who read books, but books read people. Every time he reads a word in the book, it is deeply pressed into his brain like red-hot cast iron.

This is not as simple as rote memorization, but the content recorded in this book is replacing the thoughts in his mind.

There was a trace of fear in Zhuge Yuan's heart, he could feel that if he continued to read, his future principles of doing things would not be determined by his own will, but everything would be done according to what was recorded in the book.

"No! I don't want to do this, I don't want to!!" Zhuge Yuan struggled desperately, closing his eyes with all his strength.

"All people must love, the sky is the same, the earth is the same. The same people, the same kind, the vulgar, the benevolent hope!"

With a "bang", Zhuge Yuan's forehead hit the wooden table heavily, and the recitation finally stopped.

Bleeding from Zhuge Yuan's forehead, the scarlet blood slowly soaked through each piece of paper.

But panting heavily, he didn't have time to pay attention to these, but looked up at the old man not far away, "Before

Senior, why is this? "

"What and why? Aren't you going to enter the Minglun Hall? The old man sees that you have a good foundation, so I made an exception to let you in."

"But just now. That feeling." Zhuge Yuan asked with some lingering fear.

"Everyone who enters the Minglun Hall must recite the disciple rules, and let the good rules left by the sages wash your marrow and change your energy.

"No, no, it's wrong to do this!" Zhuge Yuan, who kept shaking his head, stood up.

"Huh?" The old man frowned gradually, "What? Do you think that everything the disciple taught is wrong?"

"No, the master taught me the rules for disciples, and everything written on them is correct, but that's definitely not the way to teach people." Zhuge Yuan's gaze became very firm. "My master once said that to learn something, you have to think about it yourself to learn it. It's useless to force it!"

"Hmph! Your master? Who is your master? How dare you question the rules of the Minglun Hall for thousands of years?" The old man seemed calm and arrogant.

"Senior, are all the rules of Minglun Hall necessarily correct? You can't even question them at all?"

"Then if the rules are wrong, how can Mingluntang correct it?"

"Bold!" The old man reached out and grabbed Zhuge Yuan's collar, leading him up.

"You brats, I've seen a lot, always think that you are better than the ancestors, and try to question the rules of the ancestors, you really don't know what to do!"

"When adults teach you, just listen obediently and honestly! When you are my age, you will naturally understand!"

As a hand stretched out from the palm of the old man's left hand, he grabbed the disciple Gui on the low stool and was about to cover Zhuge Yuan's face.

"I don't want to enter this Minglun Hall!" Zhuge Yuan tightly protected his face with his hands.

"Hmph! You can't help this." When Zhuge Yuan came back to his senses, he found that his arms were on the opponent's cuffs.

And the disciple's guide in the opponent's hand is pressing towards his face like a big mountain at this moment.