Chapter six hundred and fortieth blind date conspiracy
What a coincidence!!!
"coincidence!"
Ye Chen looked at Senior Sister Ye who was sitting in front of her in a skirt, showing off her graceful figure and curves, with a delicate paper fan covering half of her face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, and gave a polite yet awkward greeting.
Compared to him, who was a little surprised and reasonable, Senior Sister Ye on the opposite side seemed to have expected it. She looked at him calmly and said:
"It saves my parents from worrying and a lot of annoying mundane things. We can pretend to be together."
After speaking, she added:
"Pretend, you should understand what I mean!"
Ye Chen also had this intention and nodded:
"I have no objection, as long as Senior Sister is happy!"
"Well, wait another half an hour before going out."
Ye Chen didn't say anything, he just silently picked up the teacup and paid respect to his senior sister, taking a small sip. I have to say that the tea brewed by his senior sister was quite delicious.
The blind date was with an acquaintance, which was simple and easy, which made him feel relieved. With the cooperation of an acquaintance, there would be no worldly troubles from home in the future, which was also a good thing.
With each other having a shield, Ye Chen easily ran out four days later on the pretext of asking Miss Ye's family to go to Dafang Temple to offer incense. He ditched the servants and guards halfway and left Yangzhou City.
In the east of Yangzhou City, drizzle continued, and the world was hazy. There was a hill ten miles away from the city gate. There was a simple thatched house on the hill. The master of Qingyun Temple was sitting under the eaves of the thatched house, with an extremely tall man wearing a robe.
A sturdy monk wearing a white cassock and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck was talking to him.
"Snapped!"
Master Qingyun Temple placed a black stone on the chessboard, laughed and said:
"The dragon is done, you lose."
The sturdy monk was thinking hard. Suddenly his ears twitched and he turned his head. He saw two men and women, who looked like immortals coming from the dust, walking along the mountain path. The man was carrying a long sword on his back and holding a blue oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
The woman is covered with a face that is so handsome that she does not look like a mortal. The woman is wearing a light cyan veil, but only half of her face is exposed, which makes people look stunning. A man and a woman are approaching, like a pair of perfectly matched couples.
Seeing the two of them, the strong monk's face lit up with joy. He stretched out his hand to disrupt the chessboard, stood up and waved:
"Senior Sister Ye came just in time, we have been waiting for a long time."
The smile on Qingyun Temple's face froze as he looked at the disrupted chessboard. After being stunned for a long time, he shrugged with a wry smile, put the chess pieces in his hands into the chessboard, stood up and gave Ye Chen his hand:
"Brother Ye, you are late."
He looked at Senior Sister Ye again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and paused before saying:
"My surname is Li. Senior Sister Ye can call me Daozhang Li or Guanzhu Li."
Senior Sister Ye smiled and said:
"You can call me Lianxing, Ye Lianxing or Senior Sister Ye."
At this time, the monk also introduced himself:
"Monk Zhenlong Temple, a poor monk, is a disciple of Master Yuankong. You can call me a miserable life."
Kusheng is also a descendant, and it is probably because he is also a descendant that he met Ye Lianxing, otherwise it would be difficult for a female Emei disciple to make friends with Buddhist disciples.
Waiting for Kusheng’s introduction, Ye Chen also introduced himself:
"Ye Chen, studied under the tutelage of Tong Yuanqi, the Immortal of Luofu on the Green Cliffs of Dabai Mountain!"
After the four people introduced themselves, they sat down under the eaves. Ye Chenzhen got straight to the point and said:
"We are all descendants, and we are not lying. The targets we have to deal with this time are the Four Fiends of Yangzhou. I heard that they have an ancient relic in their hands, and they can use eight psychic thousand-year-old trees to create an extremely powerful one.
The terrifying formation can connect with the power of hundreds of miles of earth veins. We must stop them and at the same time snatch the formation diagram. In the future, we can find a good place to open a cave by ourselves as our usual gathering place."
After he finished speaking, Qingyun Li Guanzhu immediately said:
"My Qingyun Temple itself has a spiritual thousand-year-old tree. I once found a good place for spiritual practice in Huangyanling in the south of Lingnan. It is located deep in the mountains. After a cursory browse, I found several thousand-year-old trees. And generous
Since the people at the temple have this idea, they will definitely have a few on hand. When they gather together, they will be able to collect almost eight thousand-year-old trees. When we capture Huangyan Ridge, we can directly set up a large array and run a good business.
It will not be inferior to the caves of the Sanxian of your predecessors."
The ascetic monk thought for a while and nodded:
"This is a good idea. When practicing in this world, it is difficult for a person to get along alone. It is better to have a good training place and a few reliable fellow Taoists. The four of us are all descendants, and there are no big ones.
If there is a conflict of interest, we can definitely cooperate."
After saying that, the three of them all looked at Ye Lianxing. She seemed to be in a daze, and noticed that the three of them looked up suddenly and said:
"You see what I do, you can do it if you want to, I don't have any objections."
Everyone was speechless. Monk Kusheng touched his bald head and sighed with envy:
"Yes, you are a disciple of Xuan Zhenzi, so you will definitely not have to worry about having no place to practice. Ye Chen, you are also a disciple of Emei. No matter how bad you are, you are still better than us."
On the other hand, Master Qingyun smacked his lips and said:
"You can't envy this kind of thing. If you are unlucky, you have no choice but to work hard on your own. We can take down the formation map and build a cave. We have roots. We can't compare with the two of them, but think about it. I don't know.
How many descendants are still working hard to practice Taoism, we are already doing very well."
"That makes sense!"
Monk Kusheng was not the kind of person who only complained about others. He just sighed and quickly returned to normal and said:
"I have heard about the Four Evils of Yangzhou in Zhenjiang. One of them is the abbot of Dafang Temple. I heard that it is related to the Eight Demons of Qingluo Valley, a disciple of Venerable Poison Dragon, the ancestor of the Western Demon Cult. Two of them are casual cultivators near Yangzhou.
, you may be surprised that the boss is a descendant like us, but he has directly worshiped the Eight Demons, and has quite a lot of magic power."
"Furthermore, I heard that he once plotted against a lay immortal who had been in this world for decades, and he had a very powerful magic weapon in his hand."
Monk Kusheng and Guanzhu Qingyun, who were very familiar with the Four Evils in Yangzhou, kept introducing the situation of the Four Evils to them. They sounded quite capable. Ye Chen was a little lucky that he had attributes and super powers that could quickly improve his strength. Otherwise, he would have to press
I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat them with the strength I just came down from the mountain before.
Moreover, he also knew that the four people he had dealt with at Qingyun Temple were not the Four Evils of Yangzhou. Only two of them were. They were Monk Dafang from Dafang Temple, the monk who held the flag of bones to attract ghosts, and another from the other side of the temple.
The casual cultivator, named Wild Dog Taoist, is good at summoning all kinds of demons, and the black skull before was his method.
According to what they know, Taoist Wild Dog is the least powerful and the least threatening among the four evil men. Monk Dafang is the third most powerful and ranks second to last. However, if he can kill a monk and capture the spirit and sacrifice it to become the master of ghost-calling banners, he will be the master of ghost-calling banners.
Soul, the strength will rise several times, and it may be ranked second.