At a glance, Qiu Yu saw clearly that the fat monk was wearing a monk's robe with a golden Buddha statue embroidered on the left chest. It was embroidered with pure gold silk, showing wealth and heroism. It was also a unique symbol of Tianfo Temple.
Doesn't it mean that the origin of the monk is already clear?
Even people came from Tianfo Temple. I must see who this Master Qi is. Qiu Yu had an idea in his mind and quickened his pace to follow, trailing behind the monk.
The Qi Mansion is located in the east of the city, covering a huge area, even larger than the government office, because Mr. Qi is not only a famous cultivator, but also a very successful businessman. The entire street in the east of the city is his property and his personal wealth.
Yes, the house is also built in a grand style, and the inside is even more magnificent.
There were lights and colorful decorations outside the courtyard, creating a festive atmosphere. Dozens of disciples were busy greeting the guests, all wearing green robes and welcoming the guests into the courtyard with smiles on their faces.
A group of cultivators of different shapes walked forward leisurely, Qiu Yu followed behind, fished in troubled waters and entered the courtyard to take a look. They were self-aware. After all, they were no better than beggars in rags. In order not to
After being rejected, he poured his consciousness into Najie and quietly rummaged through the weapons arsenal.
There are thousands of weapons here, all of which are trophies from the enemies that Qiu Yu has killed. Many of them are precious high-level weapons. After thinking for a while, he found a luxurious scimitar among them, so he took it out and clamped it between
Armpit.
This knife is slightly shorter than normal. The top of the handle is a gilt leopard head. The leopard's eyes are inlaid with fingernail-sized emeralds. The scabbard is made of shark skin and is also inlaid with gold and silver. It looks like it.
Very bluffing.
As a result, Qiu Yu's image has changed. He is no longer a beggar, but more like a maverick cultivator, giving the impression that he is just a little sloppy and unkempt.
Several cultivators nearby felt their eyes light up and glanced at it involuntarily, feeling quite envious. They felt that this sword must be extraordinary and very precious.
When the fat monk came closer, he stood out among the crowd. After all, he was tall, fat and bald, and he looked like he was shining in the sun.
The disciples at the gate of the courtyard were all a size smaller than them. Seeing how tall and powerful the monk was, they couldn't help but feel intimidated. The monk probably wanted to show off his strength by casually poking the extremely heavy shovel on his shoulder into the ground, and a banging sound could be heard.
When he came out, the bluestones paved on the ground were torn apart, showing how heavy the shovel must be.
The disciples were startled and did not dare to neglect. The middle-aged man with a mustache quickly raised his hands and said, "May I ask the master's name? Where are you this distinguished guest from?"
The fat monk took out the invitation from his sleeve and handed it over, with a haughty expression on his face: "The poor monk's name is Rencheng..."
This time Master Qi had been preparing for his birthday for half a year. The invitations were widely sent out, and there was naturally a mark on them. Mustache knew it after taking a look at the invitations. He was even more awe-struck and said attentively: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Rencheng from Tianfo Temple.
Your Majesty is here. On behalf of my father, Qi Bufan would like to express my deep gratitude and invite you in quickly..."
It turned out that the fat monk really came from Tianfo Temple, and his Buddhist name was Rencheng. Qiu Yu looked at this situation and was a little puzzled. This Master Qi had a wide circle of friends, including members of the seven major sects in the Yan Kingdom.
I also came to celebrate his birthday, which is indeed quite respectable, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.
One of his disciples led Monk Rencheng into the courtyard, and other cultivators stepped forward one after another to show their invitations. Qiu Yu was in trouble because he was so sparse. What would he do without an invitation? His eyes glanced at everyone,
Stopping at the old man in gray robe and more than a dozen followers, I remembered that someone had discussed before that the old man was the leader of the Tianlang Gang, and his name seemed to be Lang Muching. Counting the many people this guy had brought over, he might as well just follow him in.
With an idea in mind, Qiu Yu moved forward and moved closer to that side, standing behind the Tianlang Gang leader and his entourage, with his head slightly lowered but his eyes furtively glancing over.
The old man was the gang leader Lang Muxing. The white wolf he was riding on the street had been received in the pet bag. It seemed that he was a close friend of the Qi family. As the eldest son of Mr. Qi, Qi Bufan hurriedly came over and said respectfully: "
Third uncle, the old man is waiting for you, hurry in."
Lang Muching smiled and said: "Brother Qi's 100th birthday is a joy to congratulate. The old hero is highly virtuous and highly respected. Almost all the heroes in the world have gathered here. My nephew is troubled."
The more celebrities from the cultivating world came to celebrate their birthdays, the more respect the Qi family gained. Qi Bufan was naturally filled with joy and said with a smile: "Seeing so many heroes and heroes coming, it's so exciting, I feel tired and happy at the same time.
"
Since they are familiar with each other, there is no need for the Tianlang Gang to show invitations, and they walk in the door surrounded by the gang leader. Qiu Yu also follows behind and is about to walk in, but is stopped by Qi Bufan. His mustache curls up. This guy
There was doubt in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Little brother, where are you from? Are you here to celebrate my father's birthday?"
This mustache is thoughtful, and he obviously thinks Qiu Yu is suspicious. The latter secretly cursed, "A dog is meddling with a mouse and is meddling in its own business. I just went in to take a look. Is there any need for such an interrogation?" Although he cursed in his heart, there was no trace of it on his face.
Revealed, he pointed with his hand and said vaguely: "We are all the same."
As a result, Qi Bufan felt that something was wrong. He looked at the members of the Sirius Gang in front of him, and then at the boy wearing a bamboo hat in front of him. He raised his voice and said loudly: "Why, you are also a brother of the Sirius Gang.
Why don't you recognize me?" The reason why he was so loud was just to remind Lang Muxing and others that someone wants to impersonate you.
In an instant, Lang Muxing and others stopped, with a fierce look on their faces, either inside or outside the door, and turned around to look at them fiercely. Some people opened their mouths and cursed, "Baby, do you want to die..."
Lang Muching's attention was focused on the sword held by this man, and he couldn't help but be startled. He felt that this sword was extremely valuable, at least thousands of gold coins, which was very rare. He rolled his eyes and thought about it, and scolded seriously: "
What are you doing? Don't be rude to our brothers."
As soon as this statement came out, more than a dozen followers looked at each other, some of them didn't know what was going on. When did the gang have such a thing? They were wearing rags and looked like beggars. If they were really members of the gang,
, that’s too embarrassing!
There were also cunning people who saw that the sword held by the young man was of extraordinary quality, so they guessed the gang leader's intention. He must have taken a fancy to the sword and was ready to find an opportunity to steal it. That's why he acted like this. It was obviously just a cover-up.
Qi Bufan was confused and asked hurriedly, "Third uncle, is this guy yours too?"
Lang Mu
Qi Bufan said with a smile: "I see, why don't you know me? Third uncle treats his subordinates with kindness, my nephew really admires me."
Lang Muching laughed and said, "No, my nephew has won the prize, so let's go in."
"Please please please."
Lang Muching winked at his subordinates, and the follower with the scar on his face hurried over, pulled Qiu Yu's sleeve and said with a smile: "Little brother, let's go in and have an eye-opening experience!"