When countless pilgrims heard this, they turned their heads and looked at it. Not far from the Taoist temple gate, thousands of people wearing various Taoist robes appeared at some point.
Although the color and standard of Taoist robe are somewhat different, without exception, there is a purple sun embroidered on the chest!
The leader was a Taoist who seemed to be in his fifties. The purple yang on his chest was the most round and his body exuded a daunting aura. It was Zhou Bufan, the ancestor of the Ziyang Taoist Sect.
Behind Zhou Bufan were three other supreme elders from Ziyang Taoist Sect, all of whom were Nascent Soul cultivators.
Behind them are the sect leader of Ziyang Taoist Sect and a group of senior officials, all of whom are Jindan stage cultivators, with as many as dozens of people.
A very small number of the remaining more than a thousand people are foundation-building, and most of them are Qi-refining cultivators.
Hearing Zhou Bufan's voice, the beggar Taoist's body shook, and then slowly looked up at Zhou Bufan, with a numb expression.
"Old ancestor, isn't that Duan Zhenren?"
A Yuanying looked at the beggar Taoist, and was surprised: "He never left, and he also made a tea table and tea set to drink tea here leisurely."
Zhou Bufan smiled, "Maybe I want to stay and see the grand occasion of our day when we ask the Tao today. After all, this kind of opportunity is rare in a century. If the Nine Yang Taoist Sect had not opened its mouth, it would be very difficult to move this thousand Taoist Sect.
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After saying that, Zhou Bufan led a group of senior officials to the beggar Taoist, and his foundation building and qi cultivation immediately dispersed everywhere, almost surrounding the entire mountain, making it difficult for a fly to fly out.
"Zhen Ren Duan, why are you still sitting when you see my ancestor? You are not happy to greet me."
A Nascent Soul smiled.
The beggar Taoist looked at the Nascent Soul for a long time, and a strong smile appeared on his face:
"Wuweizi, did I kill your father in my previous life or your mother in this life? Why did you harm me like this?"
Wuweizi was slightly stunned, then immediately furious: "My surname is Duan, what do you mean by this!"
“Let’s wait.”
Zhou Bufan frowned slightly and waved his hand to signal Wuweizi to calm down. Then he glanced around him and his eyes fell on the beggar Taoist again. Only then did he realize that he was not sitting in front of the coffee table, but kneeling in front of the coffee table!
Not only that, the tea in front of the other side was also quite strange, with a dark yellow color and a strange smell.
He was a little familiar with this strange smell, but he couldn't tell it for a while. He seemed to have smelled it a long time ago.
"What do I mean? Hehehe... It doesn't matter. You will have to kneel here to drink tea soon. Hahaha, you can't recognize this tea, right?
As a matter of fact, you have lived for hundreds of years and fasted for hundreds of years. You have long forgotten these mortal things."
The beggar Taoist said with a strange smile.
Seeing that he was so weird, Wuweizi and the other two Nascent Souls couldn't help but look at each other, and the other senior officials also showed strange looks.
What's going on?
At this moment, a Taoist who had no cultivation at all and was just a martial artist in the world held a broom in his hand and looked at the beggar Taoist with a fierce look on his face:
"What's going on with you? Hei Ye told you to have enough to drink, why did you start chatting with people!"
Without saying a word, the beggar Taoist picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all, then poured himself another cup.
He seemed very silent throughout the whole process, but he looked at Wuweizi from time to time with a trace of deep resentment.
If this former friend hadn't invited him to do this errand, how could he end up like this today?
"What the hell is going on!"
Wuweizi looked at the Taoist, then at the beggar Taoist, and asked in a deep voice with a serious expression.
That Taoist is clearly just an ordinary person, but he is just a martial artist and has never entered the path of immortality. Why can a beggar and Taoist follow the orders of the beggar and Taoist?
Who is Hei Ye pointing to him?
At this moment, a group of people slowly walked out of the Taoist temple.
Zhou Bufan frowned slightly and looked at the group of Taoists in front of him. These people were indeed monks, but they were not Pei Qingfeng whom he had met before.
He felt very unfamiliar with the person in charge.
"The fellow Taoists from Ziyang Taoist Sect come from afar, and they are far away and they are far away."
Master Li bowed with his fists, his smile seemed calm and gentle.
"Building the foundation..."
Zhou Bufan frowned and said, "Daqian Dao Sect will let you build a foundation to welcome guests? Where is Pei Qingfeng? Do you know what the purpose of my Ziyang Dao Sect is today?"
"No matter what the intention is, our ancestor Fang said that the visitor is a guest, so sit down and have a cup of tea before talking about other things."
Master Li said with a smile.
Elder Xu looked strange, glanced around and whispered: "There are so many people coming here, I'm afraid there is not enough drink..."
"That's all for those little shrimps. Only the senior executives of Ziyang Taoist Sect are qualified to drink this tea. A few days ago, I ordered someone to look for tea, which is definitely enough to serve guests."
Mr. Li said.
"Pretending to be a ghost."
Wuweizi suddenly snorted coldly, then looked at the beggar Taoist: "How much money have they spent to buy you? Can you let you accompany them here to pretend to be a ghost?"
The beggar Taoist looked at him and suddenly laughed and said, "You'll know after waiting? Why are you anxious? Wait, do you have to sit opposite me? Let's cook tea and discuss the Tao, how happy?"
"you!"
Wuweizi always felt that there was a serious malice hidden in the beggar Taoist's words. He didn't understand why his friends were like this, so he had to vent his anger on Daqian Daomen.
He clasped his fists at Zhou Bufan and said, "Old ancestor, please give an order, and now I start asking, "No one of the Daqian Daomen Sects will leave today."
Zhou Bufan didn't say anything, squinted his eyes, and suddenly, a figure appeared in his vision.
It was clearly a paper man in white clothes. The paper man slowly walked towards the group of monks from the Daqian Daomen Sect, paused on the way and looked at Zhou Bufan.
A smile suddenly came out from his face with a blush.
For some reason, Zhou Bufan only felt his scalp numb, as if a cool air came from the soles of his feet and rushed straight into the sky spirit cover.
"etc."
Zhou Bufan signaled Wuweizi and others not to act rashly, and his eyes were fixed on the white paper man.
"Criminal, there is no other person outside."
The white paper man walked to Fang Chen and said softly.
Zhou Bufan and others then discovered Fang Chen in the crowd.
At this moment, another figure appeared, a black paper man.
"Criminal, all the foundation building and qi cultivation have been solved. I can't wake up until I've been asleep."
What!?
Zhou Bufan and others all turned around and saw that the Ziyang Taoist monks brought them collapsed to the ground, their faces were pale, and their bodies were covered with a heavy yin energy.
So silently, thousands of foundation-building and qi refining were solved!?
The high-level officials of Ziyang Taoist Sect looked at each other, with a hint of fear and fear in their eyes.
"Okay, please sit down and have a tea."
Fang Chen nodded.
The black and white paper men all turned around and looked at Zhou Bufan. Their figure suddenly disappeared. When they appeared again, they were already in front of Zhou Bufan.
"Guest, the prince invites you to sit down and have tea."
The white paper man gently waved his sleeves, and coffee tables appeared in front of everyone, standing side by side with the beggar Taoist's coffee table.
"Ge..."
Zhou Bufan wanted to speak.
The black paper man smiled and said, "After drinking tea, let's talk about other things. The guest follows the rules of the host. Will the guest not be confused?"
The threat in the words was even a deaf person who could hear it.
Wuweizi and others stared at the black and white paper man, waiting for Zhou Bufan's instructions.
Although these two look weird, their ancestor is a cultivator in the third level of the out-of-body stage, and he may not be afraid of fighting!