However, Yang Yu's eyes condensed, slightly moved.

The old Taoist was shriveled and thin, and seemed to fall down when the wind blew. However, with a smile, he could see his white teeth as flat as snow, waiting one by one.

There are actually as many as forty!

This is a symbol of the Great Perfection of Buddhism. What Yang Yu saw in his life, and only the Moon of Dou Buddha Seal that he had seen in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.

Afterwards, even Master Xujing, who seemed to be inferior to his horizontal practice, was still full.

And the old Taoist priest in front of him actually had the appearance of being able to achieve success in Buddhism...

"A small method is not worthy of the prince's eyes."

Taoist Li took a deep breath and looked at the wine glass in Yang Yu's hand, his eyelids jumped slightly:

"This wine..."

It was not just Dao Ren Li, but a glass of Monkey Wine, before Yang Yu could enter the mouth, it attracted the attention of all the drinkers on the second floor.

"What kind of wine is this?"

After drinking all the wine in the glass, the palm of your hand turned, the wine gourd had disappeared in everyone's eyes. Yang Yu looked at the old man:

"Tao Ren Li, Taoist Li... In recent decades, there seems to be no such figure as the old Taoist priest in the world.

More than a hundred years ago, there was a firework monk in Lanke Temple who was chased for stealing relics. Later, he changed his name and surname and worshipped him at the Seven Killing Temple..."

"It is said that it is Your Excellency?"

More than a hundred years ago?!

A group of drinkers who were attracted by the Monkey Wine couldn't help but suck in a cold air when they heard this. Even if they realized it later, they realized something was wrong.

The smarter ones had already slipped out of the door.

"More than a hundred years have passed, and I never thought that anyone still remembers the old Taoist..."

Taoist Li sighed long, with memories in his voice, sadness, but also admiration:

"You can tell the foundation of the old Taoist with just one name. No wonder you will be the next Lord of the Seven Killings Palace..."

Hurry ~

When the words were spoken, the second floor suddenly felt an uproar. No matter how brave the person was, he felt his scalp numb and he didn't dare to stay anymore.

Even one or two of them were iron, unable to bear the increasingly heavy and depressing atmosphere, and staggered downstairs.

"oh?"

Yang Yu was shocked but not confused, he did not answer or ask, but just looked at the old guy who was nearly two hundred years old.

"The rules of the Seven Killings Temple are: The strong are respected. Ma Longtu is killed by you. Because he is not as skilled as others, no one will seek you to revenge..."

The old Taoist slowly drank tea, and the afterglow swept over, which made him a little disappointed. The person in front of him was not moved at all. On the contrary, his expression was a little strange.

When looking at people, look at fate first. This is Yang Yu’s habit for many years.

This old Taoist has a strange treasure, but it is obviously not as good as the Heavenly Eye. Not long after, his fate has emerged.

One of them made Yang Yu couldn't help but think that the big black dog who should have fun in the mansion at this moment...

【Huafa premature birth】
Chapter completed!