The white-haired old Taoist priest looked at Yun Yi and Shangguan Feiyuan curiously.
"They are pilgrims to your Taoist temple!"
The monk said with a look of disgust: "So there is a reason why the management of your Zhenwu Temple is getting worse and worse. The pilgrims come to contribute to you, but you turn away the pilgrims."
"What kind of Taoist temple is this?"
The old white-haired Taoist said: "We usually don't have many pilgrims, and today I told them not to let anyone in because I knew you were coming."
"You think so highly of me?"
The monk laughed and said: "But monk, I like to be watched when I fight. Otherwise, how can I let people know how powerful I am?"
"So, old monk, I invited them in to be the audience."
The old white-haired Taoist just rolled his eyes, but did not refute the monk's words.
The monk pointed at the pot and said: "Eat quickly, we will have a fight after eating. Of course, you should know that I have practiced Wuxiang Tao recently and now I have become even more powerful. You, an old Taoist priest, will definitely lose to me."
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"If you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the people in your Zhenwu Temple, we won't fight this time. You can just give me the Life Wheel."
The old white-haired Taoist frowned and said, "Is it the Tao without phase? It's indeed terrifying."
"You know that too, right?"
The monk chuckled and said, "Then we won't fight. You can have someone hand over the wheel of life."
"Forget it, let's have a fight."
The old white-haired Taoist gave the monk such an answer, and the monk instantly turned dark.
So he stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said angrily: "Stop talking, hurry up and eat, and we will have a fight after eating."
"No."
The old white-haired Taoist also stood up and said: "I drank some wine before going up the mountain, and I don't feel hungry now. Let's start the fight now?"
"Then you, an old Taoist priest, don't say that I took advantage of you."
"No, let's fight!"
Then the two people walked out and stood face to face in an open space.
Yun Yi and others looked at it with a feeling of dumbfounding. Originally, this seemed to be a serious competition, but now the way the monk and the old Taoist were fighting looked like two naughty boys.
It makes people look angry and funny.
However, soon everyone stopped thinking it was ridiculous.
But the white-haired old man suddenly waved his hand, and a silver sword appeared in his hand.
The monk didn't hesitate. He fumbled around in the worn monk's robe for a while, and finally took out a long Zen staff.
What the hell is this?
Magic?
Then, the long sword collided with the Zen staff, and dazzling sparks instantly burst out.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that when the two sides collided, Yun Yi felt a powerful aura spreading around the two of them.
That kind of aura is even more oppressive than facing a powerful monk.
Yun Yi couldn't help but asked the little Taoist priest not far away: "Little Taoist priest, are the people in your Zhenwu Temple ascetics?"
"of course not."
The little Taoist priest shook his head and even said to Yun Yi with a bit of contempt: "We are cultivating Da Xuantian, which is completely incomparable to ascetics like you. Just look at how our contemporaries deal with that monk.
That’s enough, even those who practice Buddhism are no match for us.”
"boom!"
Just as the young Taoist finished speaking, he saw the old white-haired Taoist who was fighting with the monk suddenly being hit by the Zen staff and flying out.
He fell heavily to the ground.
The little Taoist priest's face turned red instantly, the slap came too quickly.