Chapter 452: The Monstrous Abbot of Xiangguo Temple
Although Shura Lao Immortal's words made Nangong Wudi have the urge to slap him, he still endured the evil in his heart and looked at Ye Huang.
"Is everything this old immortal said true?"
The tone was soft and low, and it could be seen that Nangong Wudi still had not recovered from the shocking words of Mr. Shura just now.
"I don't think there is any lie. Others want to be the young master of the Ye family, but I don't really want to. Besides, I don't think that person can even figure out who his grandson is."
Here, Ye Huang shrugged with a wry smile on his face.
If the old man hadn't been scolding him, and his mother was seriously ill, Ye Huang would really not want to reveal his identity.
Even Mr. Nangong was not prepared to tell the truth.
Because he understands that with this level of identity being disclosed, it is impossible to sit idly by and watch many things happen.
Whether you are willing or unwilling, a lot of responsibilities will fall on you.
It's not that Ye Huang wants to evade responsibility, it's just that he feels that the time is not yet ripe.
"It seems like this is true."
Seeing Emperor Ye looking aggrieved, Nangong Wudi couldn't help but feel excited.
At this time, he remembered Shura's words. He was really lucky this time.
He almost didn't need to think about it to understand what Emperor Ye would mean to the entire Nangong family in the future.
The identity of the first heir of the Ye family, the identity of the most valued grandson that the Ye Dynasty has been looking for for more than 20 years, and the identity of Bloody Shura, each of these identities is enough for the Nangong family to make Nangong Wudi invest.
What's more, these identities are still gathered in one person, Ye Huang.
"His grandma is a sage, old man, I have been confused all my life, but I finally made a wise decision when I was about to be buried."
"Old guy, because you brought me such good news, I will make an exception today and treat you to a few drinks at my old house."
"Hmph! If you don't treat me to a few drinks, you old guy, I won't leave today!"
Here, the old man snorted coldly but said with a smile on his face.
"Hahaha... Shura... Shura, you were still the number one person in China thirty years ago, how come you don't have the same virtues as an old guy like me. Today it's my fault for being such an old bone, please go and see your daughter Hong
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"This was prepared for my granddaughter's wedding. It hasn't been opened for thirty years. It's a blessing for you, old boy."
"So what if he is the first person in China? When he dies, he will just be a pile of withered bones buried in the yellow sand. It's no big deal."
Shaking his head, the old man felt a little sad, but he soon put on a smile.
"It's better to keep your daughter's red wine in Qingyin and move it out when the wedding comes. I heard that you have a few bottles of fifty-year-old Maotai. Don't hide it today."
"You old boy, you know I have some wealth! Didn't you come in and touch me some time?"
"Hmph, even though your skills are not as good as mine, if I want to come in, you won't be able to find me."
"That's fine, go and ask the kitchen to make a table of delicious side dishes, and bring up my two bottles of 50-year-old Maotai."
After giving instructions to the attendants on the side, Nangong Wudi turned around and looked at Ye Huangdao with a sigh.
"I never thought in my wildest dreams that the old guy from the Ye Dynasty would be waiting for his grandson for more than 20 years. I'm really afraid that my grandson will come back. That old guy is very courageous."
"I heard that Mr. Ye once went to Yanxiangguo Temple to do a divination. I think that person must have told him."
The old man took a deep breath and said, only that person can penetrate the mysterious and unknown realm of this world.
"The old abbot of Xiangguo Temple, doesn't he not give divination to anyone?"
Nangong Wudi was obviously taken aback by the old man's words.
He knew very well what kind of person the old abbot of Xiangguo Temple was.
For such a person who is almost all-powerful, even Qinglong may not be able to defeat him.
He is a truly unique existence in the ancient Chinese martial arts world, and his martial arts attainments are only secondary. What is really powerful is his careful study of Buddhist teachings and divination.
But I think the old monster once said that he would not give divination to anyone, so why did he break his promise this time?"
"Mr. Ye's hexagram was calculated twenty years ago. The old abbot had not yet established this rule. And you have forgotten that Qinglong's nine-character mantra was really learned from the old abbot."
"The old one is already evil enough, and the young one is even more evil."
The old man was speechless when he thought that Qinglong did what he did only when he was forty when he was only twenty years old.
"Yes, these two masters and disciples are as evil as heavenly beings. If the old abbot had not been a monk, the crisis in China's ancient martial arts could have been wiped out just by the intervention of the Xiangguo Temple."
Shaking his head, Nangong Wudi also sighed.
"History always has its own development trend. Besides, the disaster fifty years ago was not a bad thing for the ancient Chinese martial arts. Besides, you can't let a monk kill people."
"That's true. After all, this is reality and not a novel like Heaven and Dragon Sword."
Hearing what the old man said, Nangong Wudi also nodded.
In martial arts novels, Shaolin can kill people and besiege Guangmingding, but in reality, eminent monks would not do this.
All four things are empty, so why not kill them all?
Thinking of this, Nangong Wudi was depressed again. The old abbot had really practiced all his skills in vain.
"We'll talk about this later. Anyway, you got a big deal this time. But don't be too happy, old boy. I heard that someone wanted to cause trouble at your banquet this time and give your Nangong family power.
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"I know this. If our Nangong family wants to win over people, there will naturally be people who are unwilling."
"Since you know, there must be a way to deal with it, and someone is going to take action against this kid."
"Take action against Ye Huang! Does anyone know his identity?"
Nangong Wudi asked in surprise.
"I'm not sure whether you know it or not, but someone wants to take action against Ye Huang. You should know what happened last night."
"Yeah! This kid is quite ruthless. Both the Qinglang Gang and the Tiger Gang are relatively big gangs in Yucheng. It's surprising that they were eaten up by this kid."
Nodding, Nangong Wudi agreed.
Although the Nangong family's information is not as comprehensive as that of the Holy Court, the Nangong family's information in this area of Chongqing is not inferior to that of the Holy Court.
"It's not that I'm cruel, but Wang Hu and Qing Lang don't know what's good and what's good, so they just settled the matter, thinking that I wanted to clean up this mess, and it wasn't just for you."
Rolling his eyes, Ye Huang said very depressed.
Think about what you are working so hard for, other than to allow the people you care about to live comfortably and without threats.
Otherwise, the devil would be too lazy to pay attention to these messy things.
