Being inexplicably involved in a past event, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

The copycat masters in Nianhai are limited by the world itself, and their realm strength is definitely not as good as the original version, but no matter how much you discount, they should not be worse than several major realms.

The realm of this dirty Taoist priest is probably the same as that of a Taoist master.

Qin Yang would not think that this kind of person came to borrow Suzaku's dressing mirror just because he had a bad taste.

Even the events here may not be the same as those that actually happened in ancient times.

Looking at the rather delighted dirty Taoist priest, Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Start thinking about another thing.

Ying Long once used jokes to tell the truth. The things he said were not false to Ying Bai. The difference was only in the details.

In other words, even if the dirty Taoist here didn't have himself, he would still come to Suzaku's dojo to borrow a dressing mirror, and he succeeded.

According to his own words, he knew that no matter what, he would be discovered in the end.

Even if he deceives himself to follow and find someone to take the blame, he still can't ignore the person in the rhythm dressing mirror, which is himself.

Except that the process may be a little simpler, the final result is not much different from if he came alone.

So, why did this dirty Taoist priest come to find me?

However, Qin Yang felt more and more that what happened to him after he came in could not be explained by chance or coincidence.

The musician's matter can be explained in this way, but the dirty Taoist priest definitely cannot.

Why does he want to be with him?

Why did he mix some information into the chat when he wanted to leave, so that he could decide not to leave alone?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is not quite right.

It seems that everything is caused by this dirty Taoist priest, seemingly unintentionally making himself feel that way, and letting his guard down bit by bit.

Of course, these can all be said to be wild guesses and overthinking.

But one thing is, why does he trust himself so much?

Why would a guy like this, who never shows his true colors to others, whose aura and aura is far lower than his real strength, and who is so cautious, trust him so much after seeing him?

From when I was trapped by the Tianhe Clam, to when I came to the Suzaku Dojo.

Qin Yang could clearly feel that Zang Taoist's trust in him seemed to have never changed, as if he had trusted him from the beginning.

Why?

I haven't learned the magical power of telepathy, nor have I ever called him "big brother".

Qin Yang knew clearly that a normal monk could not have an inexplicable liking for him just because he was handsome. He could only have an inexplicable dislike for him without even realizing it.

Sensitively aware of this attitude problem, Qin Yang said nothing.

After following the Zang Taoist priest out of the Suzaku Dojo and arriving at a safe place, Qin Yang's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the Zang Taoist priest.

"I have a problem that really bothers me."

"Why is there so much bullshit?"

"..." Qin Yang hesitated and said to himself: "I really want to know why you trust me so much? Logically speaking, a strong man who never shows his true colors to others will not treat someone he meets for the first time.

So trusting.”

The dirty Taoist priest raised his head and smiled.

"May I have your name?"

"Ji Wuzhen."

"Hey, we both know each other, so I think you are quite pleasing to the eye."

The dirty Taoist priest didn't understand what he said, but Qin Yang understood what he meant.

This means that everyone is the same kind of person and there is no need to bother trying to figure it out.

If you don’t use your real face or name, don’t say I don’t.

I know very well who you are. I can't do this kind of thing, and you can't do it secretly.

So, happy to cooperate.

Qin Yang secretly slandered, who the hell is the same person as you? I am not as perverted as you.

I would never sneak into someone else's boudoir and steal their dressing mirror while they are not at home.

He still felt weird in his heart, but Qin Yang thought this explanation was quite reasonable.

In a different place, if you really meet another person who is like yourself, who has no enmity and cooperates with you, it will be quite reliable.

At least you don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back when you do something together.

As for how the dirty Taoist priest could tell that he was not using his true face or name, Qin Yang really didn't guess.

Qin Yang did not continue to pester, the dirty Taoist priest put up a defense, took out the gray cloth and shook it, and the dressing mirror fell out.

One of his hands gently brushed the dressing mirror, with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.

Answering Qin Yang's answer can certainly be regarded as cheating.

But it is not considered deception, just using the truth to cover up the truth.

He thought of another person he met before meeting Qin Yang a few days ago.

…

Heaven has lost contact with this place for a long time, as if it has abandoned this place. Only messages come from time to time. The battle between Heaven and the underworld is getting more intense, and the battle between the innate gods and the monks of various races...

Even the sect has lost contact, and this world seems to be abandoned.

It was as if the world had become extremely distant, and he never felt that anything was wrong. Until one day, as if he suddenly woke up, Mou Ran looked back and realized that something was wrong.

Just a few days after this feeling appeared.

Finally, new news came, a creature from heaven appeared, even if it was just a Tianhe Clam Demon.

The Zang Taoist priest had been tracking him, but he had never been able to find him. But by chance, he discovered that the musician and the demon master were also tracking him.

He followed him all the way, feeling as if he suddenly woke up from a dream and disappeared silently.

He finally sensed a vague call, which seemed to be there but not at all, and there was also some indescribable weird feeling, which seemed not quite right.

But this is a call that only sect members can feel, and it is extremely urgent.

And the person who can issue such a call must be the most important role in the sect and shoulder the most important mission and responsibility.

Even if he didn't suddenly realize that he had lost contact with the sect for a long time, Taoist Zang still felt that he should go without hesitation.

Even though he has actually been expelled from the school for a long time.

When he responded to the call and arrived immediately, he saw no danger, only a man with black cloth over his eyes waiting there.

He leaned against a tombstone, and the summoning induction came from that tombstone.

After the other party stood up, the dirty Taoist priest also saw the words on the tombstone.

In the middle are the four characters "Meng Yi's Tomb".

There is a column of small letters written next to it.

"The 188th generation of the Taoist tomb guardian."

Seeing this series of small characters, the dirty Taoist priest's pupils suddenly shrank, and the feeling of suddenly waking up from a big dream emerged again.

What is the 188th generation? When did the tomb-keepers of the Taoist sect reach the 188th generation?

What a big lie.

The Zang Taoist priest kept retreating, as if he was frightened.

And Meng Yi stood up, his eyes covered with black cloth, as if he had directly penetrated his appearance, penetrated his disguise, and directly saw his true appearance.

The black cloth covering Meng Yi's eyes fell off, revealing two dark eye holes. The power escaping from the eye holes distorted and blurred everything around him, and time seemed to be slowly slowing down.

Until the end, when everything seemed to be still.

Meng Yi straightened up, clasped his hands and stretched forward, and bowed down slowly.

"Daomen, the 188th generation of the mausoleum guard, Meng Yi.

Meet the 130th generation preacher of Taoism.

The fire is passed down from generation to generation and never ends."

As Meng Yi bowed down, in an instant, behind him, the phantom unfolded like a giant fan, and a phantom world filled with various mausoleums suddenly emerged.

Among the many shadows, a mausoleum kept moving forward and appeared at the forefront of the shadows.

A tombstone that seemed to be no more than ten feet tall and almost the same as an ordinary gray stone emerged from the ground, with the words "Mi Yin's Tomb" written on it.

A row of small letters on the side.

The 130th generation preacher of Taoism.
To be continued...