My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 188 Puppet
Taoist Ling pushed open the door and saw Hall Master Ma sitting inside.

This proud son of the Cao Gang, a rare talent among men, now looked haggard, with bloodshot eyes. He looked weak and depressed, as if he had suffered a huge setback.

Taoist Ling sighed silently.

He was a shrewd man and had long since figured out that this superior had a deep connection with the legendary Miss Ma... It was also thanks to the hall master that he kept it a secret and had not revealed any clues when he talked about the matter before.

Now, it can no longer be concealed.

When he thought of this, Taoist Ling felt his scalp tingling.

Li Bailong is difficult enough to deal with. He has a variety of tricks and does a lot of work. He switches seamlessly between the identities of Tongwen Governor, Jiangbei Jieyuan, martial arts hero and best-selling author. He punches here and kicks there, and makes Yunhuatang stunned. Even a Cao Gang hero like Master Ma is a little defensive.

But Miss Ma came again... at this critical moment!
The battle with Li Bailong was fierce, and Yun Gong's grand plan was implemented at a critical juncture. Miss Ma, a member of the third house, appeared in Huazhou, and Yun Huatang had to respond.

But the problem now is...

Taoist Ling's gaze fell on Ma Fulong.

——The worst thing is that the hall master is disturbed by his personal feelings.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Master."

Ma Fulong didn't even raise his head, and asked woodenly, "What's the matter?"

"Miss Ma's matter..." Taoist Ling said slowly, "We must report it to Lord Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred and the powerful force pushed him all the way to the wall. His back hit the wall with a dull bang. Taoist Ling felt a shock and pain all over his body. His collar was pulled up. What he saw was the cruel and angry gaze of Hall Master Ma, who was very close to him.

"I already said that."

Ma Fulong said word by word: "Don't worry about this matter, I will handle it."

"How do you deal with it?"

Ling Daoist's collar was grabbed, and Ma Fulong's fist almost hit his trachea, causing his voice to change a little: "If you could deal with Miss Ma, why did you come back in such a disgrace? The spies said that Li Bailong also went there. If you met this person, could you get away with it?"

Ma Fulong never expected that Taoist Ling would dare to talk back.

And what they said is all correct!
He was startled for a moment, then became furious and said sternly: "You are looking for death—"

"You are the one who is looking for death!" Ling Daoren shouted louder than him, "With the enemy at hand and urgent matters coming one after another, you are still thinking about women!"

"I don't!"

"Then what are you hesitating about?" Ling Dao Ren said in a hoarse voice, "Master Yun's plan is so crucial. If someone from the third house shows up here, they are our enemy! You are still hesitating because of her identity. This is putting personal interests above public interests!"

Ma Fulong was hit in a sore spot and became even angrier.

"It's not your turn to teach me a lesson! I'm the hall master!" He said viciously, "I know what's going on. If Lord Yun blames me in the future, I will take full responsibility!"

"You are responsible for the fish eggs alone!"

Taoist Ling glared and cursed, "I joined the gang when I was young, and started out as a porter at the dock. I've worked my way up through decades of hardships, and have been through wind and rain. I'm grateful to Lord Yun for trusting me, and for giving me the important task of participating in this grand event. I've endured hardships and persevered my entire life, just to let you become a loser because of a woman on the eve of my grand mission!"

He took a step forward and shouted, "With a powerful enemy at hand, you are acting like a child, letting personal feelings interfere with official business. Are you worthy of Lord Yun's trust?"

This sound is so powerful that it shakes my heart.

Ma Fulong was shocked and stepped back in a hurry.

Unprecedented weakness and uneasiness appeared on his face.

The Taoist Ling in front of him was no longer as submissive as usual. His eyes were unfamiliar, cold and angry, and he approached step by step with an aggressive expression.

"Mr. Yun's great cause, our gang's vision of prosperity, we vow to build a better Cao Gang. Have you forgotten this dream and ambition?"

Ma Fulong was in a trance for a moment.

He recalled the dramatic changes that took place eight years ago.

He had committed a serious crime, but was pardoned, enlightened and inspired by Uncle Yun.

Confinement, enlightenment, insight into the truth of destiny, determination to fight for a better future, Uncle Yun personally explained the difficulties to him, showed him the nature of the world and the cycle of sorrow... Because of this, everyone lives in pain, tragedy is always repeated, so Xiaogu will encounter those things.

The vows and dreams of the past are still before our eyes.

He wants to change everything.

Ma Fulong murmured to himself: "No...I haven't forgotten, really."

But, aunt.

——The aunt cannot be the price, he wants to protect her and change her destiny.

Taoist Ling stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Since you have forgotten, what should you do?"

The strong and the weak, the noble and the humble, have been reversed.

It seems that Ling Daoren is the one who holds power.

Ma Fulong's forced momentum dropped, and he whispered, "Mr. Yun's plan does not require my aunt. Yes, that's right. Involving her will only add variables. So, drive her away, drive her away... I will do this, I will drive her away, just a few days, a few days will be enough..."

He negotiated, his tone even having a hint of weakness and flattery.

Taoist Ling had no expression on his face and said coldly, "You should report this to Lord Yun first."

There was a look of madness in Ma Fulong's eyes.

Reason and emotion swirl in my mind.

"No... Not for now, just a few days, just a few days." His voice was low, but he spoke quickly, "It will only take a few days. I will drive my aunt away, and Lord Yun must not know..."

"why?"

"My aunt is special. If Lord Yun knew that my aunt was here, he might make the decision and let nature take its course, making my aunt the core... No, anyone can do it, but my aunt can't." She has been suffering enough.

She has already dedicated everything to the Cao Gang, there is no reason for her to sacrifice again.

She should have a better future and all the perfect treasures in the world. This is what she deserves.

"Are you speculating about Lord Yun? Do you think Lord Yun will definitely plot against Miss Ma?"

"No, no, I, I just..."

"If Lord Yun really makes such a decision, it means that Miss Ma is the most suitable candidate. It is her destiny to sacrifice herself for this and forge the Fate Seat... Ma Fulong, do you want to go against your destiny!?"

Ma Fulong was struck by lightning.

A look of pain appeared on his face. The two beliefs were entangled in an endless struggle, driving him almost crazy.

"I, I don't want to..." He gritted his teeth and shouted, "I don't want to!"

"So, you have to learn to hand over the difficult problems to Mr. Yun."

According to the culture of the Cao Gang, when in doubt, one should toss the cup.

The result of the cup toss represents Brother Wan Yunlong's response to your question.

The vast majority of Cao Gang members, and even the general public influenced by the Cao Gang culture, use cup throwing as a guideline in their daily lives. When they have questions, they will throw the cup.

But the real Cao Gang members no longer believe this.

For them, throwing cups is a magical way to pray for cooperation from the ancestors. As for the so-called throwing cups by ordinary gang members and even ignorant men and women, it is nothing more than a poor imitation of this behavior and is completely useless.

As for Ma Fulong, who is "the Cao Gang member among the Cao Gang members", he regards Big Brother Wan Yunlong as a wish-making machine with unclear mechanisms, rigid and old-fashioned. He no longer has any awe for him, let alone resolving doubts by throwing cups.

However, even though he had long since disenchanted himself with Brother Wan Yunlong, and had even decided to build a better constellation system to replace the rigid Wan Yunlong, when faced with difficult matters he did not want to face, this noble son of the Cao Gang would still tend to rely on someone to make decisions for him.

He trembled, resisted, was afraid, and hesitated.

Taoist Ling spoke in a gentle voice, "Please ask Mr. Yun to make the decision for you, and you won't have to worry."

Yes, Mr. Yun.

When he was put in solitary confinement, he was completely hopeless, and his soul was gnawing at by loneliness and pain. In the moment of despair, Yun Gong appeared, like a ray of light that illuminated his dark life.

Ma Fulong sat down on the ground powerlessly, looking up helplessly at Taoist Ling in front of him.

He was too tired. The conflict between the two beliefs had made him exhausted and torn. He was devoted to Yun Gong's plan, but he could not let go of his friendship for his aunt.

Perhaps, Ling Daoren’s suggestion is correct.

Let Yun Gong take care of so many things, and he just needs to follow orders.

This is also... following the will of the wise.

Then he nodded slowly.

Miss Ma’s appearance in Huazhou is a big event among big events, but it is not top secret.

After the two discussed for a while, Taoist Ling went to find Xuanyuan Sect to place an order. Using the lightning and thunder method and the help of the Da Qi post station system, he quickly sent the translated ciphertext message to the capital.

Soon, Yun Gong replied.

The person in charge of the first house once again used the Gaohuan cup-throwing technique to send a message and projected the order onto the sand table.

This order may be the final judgment on my sister-in-law.

Ma Fulong was flustered.

In fact, he had been regretting it since he agreed to report the matter to Yun Gong. Now that the reply had arrived, he didn't dare to look at the sand table at all.

After finishing writing the message, Ling Daoist exhaled and said calmly, "Master, congratulations."

Master Ma looked at it intently, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears of joy.

"Thank you, Mr. Yun..." he murmured, "Thank you, Mr. Yun."

Taoist Ling said, "Look, isn't it a good thing to leave all the problems to Lord Yun? Now we have a good result, and everyone is happy. After all, we are blood relatives."

Ma Fulong nodded repeatedly.

——Mr. Yun did not intend to sacrifice his aunt.

He simply ordered Yunhuatang to do their best to drive them away.

Taoist Ling was slightly puzzled. What was Lord Yun worried about? Was it the anger of the current leader?

Or……

He glanced at Ma Fulun, who was so excited that he was almost in tears, and sighed inexplicably.

Ma Fulong, who had escaped from a desperate situation, was extremely delighted. He immediately threw himself into his work with full enthusiasm, determined to carry out Yun Gong's orders to the letter so that both parties could achieve the goal.

Taoist Ling used the excuse of having something to do and returned to his room.

Close the door, lean against it, and take a breath.

"Mr. Yun is as good as a god. Sure enough, this will happen... Alas, is he considered a noble son of the Cao Gang? He can be manipulated so easily."

He unbuttoned his clothes and looked at his chest.

There, the cup lock was emitting a flickering light.

(End of this chapter)