"So, there is no problem."

Zeng San breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to drink the wine in his glass, shook the empty wine pot, then got up and smiled:

"When the wine is gone, it's time for the person to leave! Do you want to go with me at this time?"

"But there is no hurry."

An Qisheng stood up and saw him off, but when he heard this, he just shook his head: "There are still some things to be done. After a few days, I will trouble the old man."

"So, Zeng is waiting for fellow Taoist to drive!"

Zeng San waved his sleeves, his words floated, and he took a step forward and landed on the Yuanxiang tattoo car.

An Qisheng stopped and looked into the distance.

But the old scholar said hello and called Lin Baimei to pull the cart.

The latter was stunned at first, then overjoyed, rushed to the air and chased after it, put on the reins on his back, and left in the air.

In a few moments, it was already far away.

.........

Huh ~

As the clouds roll, the carriage heads eastward, and its speed is extremely fast, making it difficult for birds to reach.

Lin Baimei, who was guided, was even more willing than before, and also forgot about helping Wang Xuangan pursue the crime.

"Master, you, did you recognize that Taoist before?"

The little white elephant, like a jade, lay on her palm that was stacked in front of Zeng San's Dantian, looking up at Zeng San, his tone was a little weak:

"His body is so strong!"

"You still need to say it?"

Zeng San flipped his palm and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Sleep, it really hurts the origin, and then it really won't make up for it."

“Woooooo~”

The little white elephant wanted to say something, but she fell asleep irresistibly.

"Daoist Hongxuan..."

Feeling the dissipation of eyes behind him, Zeng San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and the sighing sound disappeared, and no one could hear it:

"It's only 50,000 years..."

.........

The Old Buddha of Sumeru...The Grand Historical Saint of Daxia...

Five-colored divine light...

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree...

On the top of the mountain where the sunset was setting, in the slightly cold wind, An Qisheng fell and sat down, but cut off the complicated thoughts in his heart.

The divine will moved slightly, and in my heart, the mark of the ancient scroll was already shining brightly.
Chapter completed!