Chapter 316: Coming out of the mountain is not only to enter the WTO, the immeasurable Tianzun! (three)

The big waves rolled.
The dark clouds are majestic.
The vast and boundless Yanzi Lake is a small world of its own, standing on the bow of the boat, living in the middle of the lake, Ning Xuanyuan, with his hands held down, swaying and ups and downs with the boat.
Shi Qianren single-handedly raised his sword.
Standing at the end of the long dike, it has not yet ended.
The two are 800 meters apart.
Be still and move.
This peak showdown, which attracted hundreds of thousands of people to watch and watch along the lake, hadn't even started yet, but it gave people a sense of horror for no reason.
Everyone held their breath.
Don't dare to speak.
After a long time, Yiye Qingzhou approached the end of the long embankment, Shi Qianbian looked back and saw the reluctant green robe standing among the crowd, and simply waved his hand to say goodbye.
"grandfather."
Shi Qingyi clenched her hands tightly, her slender eyelashes filled with teardrops.
The rivers and lakes are far away.
This parting, you live and I die, nothing more.
With Shi Qianren's end, the atmosphere was finally brought to the climax. Whether he was in Yanzihu or far away, he paid close attention.
South of Swallow Lake.
A body is like a sword that slashes the sky, rooted in the majestic mountains of this world.
A middle-aged Taoist priest with a lotus view on his head was squatting at the door with his hands crossed, his eyes half-surprised and half-disgusted, staring at the crooked path.
It turned out that the old monk took the young monk and walked forward.
"Master, didn't you go to Yanzi Lake? Where is this?" Jiang Liuer scratched his head, puzzled.
The old monk said, "Zhenwu Mountain."
Humph!
Before Jiang Liuer had time to ask the old monk carefully, a heavy cold snort, violently shaking from the top of the mountain, full of confidence, like a thunderous ear.
"Bald donkey."
The last two words that followed were even more shocking.
Jiang Liuer bared his teeth, "Master, someone scolds you."
The old monk said kindly, "Listen."
"Are you not angry?" Jiang Liuer frowned.
The old monk smiled, swept across a few steps, and quickly went up the mountain.
The middle-aged Taoist named Zhao Chunyang has already got up, and it seems that the closer he looks at the old monk, the more angry he will be. After he straightens the lotus temple on his head, he put his hands into the sleeves decisively, blocking the entrance of the Taoist temple on the side.
"Amitabha."
The old monk acted as if, and Baoxiang was solemn.
"Lao Tzu is a Taoist priest, you are a bald donkey running at the door of the Taoist Temple, what is the Amitabha? You have to go to the countryside and do what you like, and meditate on the immeasurable god.
Zhao Chunyang spread his hands, pretending to be serious.
The old monk laughed helplessly, "I haven't seen you for many years, you are still such a stinky virtue."
"Pan Dao thought that you are a bald donkey. Hey, those few yellow papers and silver coins burned in vain a few years ago." Zhao Chunyang turned off the topic and stared at the old monk quietly.
The old monk stopped in place, thoughtful.
For a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled, chattering about each other's dislike, but they were full of emotion.
"What are you looking for?" Zhao Chunyang has never liked nonsense, thinking for two seconds, and straight to the point.
The old monk said, "Invite you to take a trip down the mountain."
"Where is it going?" Zhao Chunyang asked.
"Swallow Lake."
Zhao Chunyang narrowed his face, leaped over the old monk with a playful look, looked far at the location of Yanzi Lake, and curiously asked, "Where are you standing?"
"Ning Sheng."
After Zhao Chunyang put his hands down, "This is the person who wants to do important things."
Ning Business wants to pull the royal family down from the altar. Today's Yanjing is almost known to everyone. Zhao Chunyang, who is in the Taoist temple, seems to know nothing about world affairs, but actually knows a thing or two.
"Are you going to pull me into the group?" Zhao Chunyang rolled his eyes towards the old monk in an angry manner.
The old monk rarely showed a sly smile.
Zhao Chunyang blew his beard and stared, wishing to pick up the broom, and then swept the old bald donkey who had known him for dozens of years to get out.
He disappeared for many years without any news, and now he hastily returned from the corpse, if it were not for his good mentality, he would have been frightened.
After silence, Zhao Chunyang turned his gaze back to Huangting Mountain, which is across the cloud on the east side of Zhenwu.
The wind is dancing there and the scenery is very nice.
It is also a Taoist temple that opened its branches and leaves in the native Yanjing, but the Huangting Taoist temple built on Huangting Mountain has developed more prestige than Zhenwu Taoist temple in recent years, and it is about to be the first of Taoism.
If not for that catastrophe?
"Hey." Zhao Chunyang sighed, suddenly feeling a toothache.
The grievances and grievances of the past years should have been exposed.
However, in Zhao Chunyang's heart, the grievances are hard to settle.
After all, without that sudden catastrophe, where would it be the turn of Huang Ting Taoist temple to pull the tiger skin and become the king? It is really shameless to wish to claim to be the head of the Taoist school.
The old monk knows this old event very well.
Zhenwu Mountain was once in the capital of Yanjing, known as the first-class sect, and its development momentum is like a tiger. The former head teacher is a generation of great talents, amazing talents, and unique.
Nearing his later years, the real master of the master of teaching has worked hard for dozens of years, and finally forged a terrifying magic weapon with five realms.
It's a pity that I was informed to the Fifth Royal Family. It is no longer possible to know the specific channel through which the Fifth Royal Family was notified.
A decree from the Fifth Royal Family came and ordered the real master to give this magic weapon to his clan. It sounds like a polite negotiation, but in the final analysis it is loved by others.
Since then.
The former head teacher couldn't afford to be sick, and soon passed away and died in depression.
The eldest disciple Zhao Chunyang successfully took over as the head teacher.
The new generation is replaced by the old, and according to common sense, this turmoil is over.
It is a pity that the real target has just begun, and the Huang Ting Taoist Temple that has risen in the sky is openly built on the opposite mountain, and gradually crushes the light of Zhenwu Taoist Temple.
There are some words that everyone is too lazy to turn over and chew their tongues.
The Sifang royal family is not visible at the gate of Yanjing Mountain, and has been hidden from the world, but their horrible appeal that penetrates this vast world is by no means a word.
Huang Ting Taoist Temple is most likely a puppet supported by the Fifth Royal Family to beat Zhenwu Taoist Temple.
"Grabbed Master's lifelong work, and turned his head to oppress my Zhenwu Taoist Temple, hey." Zhao Chunyang sighed, his mood fell to the bottom, Master was too resentful.
"I'll be one step ahead." The old monk clicked to the end, leading the young monk to turn and leave.
Zhao Chunyang said suddenly, "Pan Dao just asked, does Ning Sheng most want to hammer the Fifth Royal Family?"
The old monk laughed and drifted away.
Zhao Chunyang with his sleeves in his sleeves, he slanted back to the Taoist temple, passing through a few wing rooms, and finally stopped and stared in front of a scroll of portraits, "Master, if you are always in the sky, let me give you a message, should Chunyang go out this trip? ?"
If you are undecided, you can ask Chunfeng.
Hanging in the air, the slowly swaying picture scroll rattled, and Zhao Chunyang looked up in a daze. For a moment, he seemed to see the master on the painting smiling.
Afterwards, Zhao Chunyang followed and laughed.
"Blessed god, do it!"
boom!
A golden beam of light caught up with the old monk at a terrifying speed and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
Zhao Chunyang, who appeared again, still had a lotus view on his head, but was wearing a purple gold robe and holding a whisk in his hand. It was really a Taoist fairy wind.
"Getting out of the mountain means joining the WTO."
"Pan Dao, who is in the realm of the sky, is probably comparable to your bald donkey, and is qualified to come down to the platform."
Amitabha.
Immeasurable Tianzun.
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