With the approval of the old god, Shou He put away the Blood God Halberd in his hand.

The blood all over his body is like fading tide.

"please."

The door opens.

The warriors in Qingyi Tower are on two sides.

"Just wait here."

Tang Anhuang, who was wearing Taoist robes, settled down his junior disciples who were wearing Xiaguan beside him.

As a Taoist senior brother, all Taoist monks must call him senior brother.

"I will obey my senior brother's orders."

Zhou Jue bowed his hands in salute, then stood aside with his hands lowered, as if he were a gatekeeper, without any of the wantonness or arrogance he had just now.

Immediately he looked at the back of the Taoist brother, then moved to the monk wearing brocade cassocks, frowned slightly, and realized that the situation did not seem good.

"Mage please come first?"

Tang Anhuang walked to the door and looked at the monk.

The monk chanted Amitabha in a low voice and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, please come first."

"A gentleman should be courteous, but I am not a gentleman. That is what scholars pride themselves on."

Tang Anhuang smiled calmly.

Although he has read through the classics of the three religions, he does not claim to be a scholar.

What is the purpose of reading?

Studying is for becoming an official.

What kind of officials do outsiders do?

So, Emperor Tang An stepped over the threshold without courtesy and walked straight to the main hall.

Xuannan smiled slightly.

He is not a scholar, he is a monk.

"Amitabha." Xuannan walked into the hall door holding the Buddha's rites.

He looked around and then took it back. The layout of this hall should have been directed by an expert and personally done.

Thinking of the enshrinement of this hall, a flash of realization flashed in Xuannan's eyes, and he sighed: "The rise and fall of the great road should be like this."

Yanjun Palace.

The dark golden color on his body dissipated, and the beggar sat on the main seat.

As the monk and Taoist approached, the beggar opened his eyes and watched the two young men slowly walking over. The beggar lowered his eyelids and could not see the light in his eyes.

but.

The two young men all saluted respectfully.

One is the Taoist etiquette of respecting the Tao, and the other is the etiquette of the Buddha and the Elder in the West.

The beggar suddenly laughed.

"I am not the Infinite Master of your Taoist sect, nor am I the old Buddha of the Buddhist sect, so why are you meeting me with such great courtesy?"

"I would like to become my disciple."

Tang Anhuang blurted out.

The beggar was speechless.

"Amitabha, the young monk is here to receive instructions from the Heavenly Lord on the orders of his disciples."

Xuannan was not hidden or tucked away.

He did not laugh at Emperor Tang An, because the people in front of him mastered enough things to take them one step further. They were all the seeds of various families, and they had reached the third step of the peak, only missing the final step.

"Divine law?"

The beggar's thoughts seemed to be flying back to ancient times.

At that time, he did possess the supreme divine power, and he also created a supreme name. He retracted his thoughts that flew away, and looked at his current body again. He did not talk about the divine power.

He greeted: "Come on."

"Tea!"

The Ghost Saint sitting in the back hall was speechless for a while.

This old ghost really regards Yanjun Temple as his own dojo.

Tushanjun stood up.

I personally boiled spring water and made tea.

Then he walked in from the back hall and placed the tea bowl on the table where the two young men were sitting.

"Monk?"

Tang Anhuang took one look and stopped paying attention.

He has seen too many monks, many of them talented and talented.

What kind of people have I never seen?

An ordinary boy had nothing to pay attention to, and he would not pay too much attention to him, so he turned his eyes back to the beggar.

"Amitabha."

XuanNan nodded slightly. He didn't see anything different about this monk. The only difference was that the monk's eyes were too calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about the content of their conversation at all.

Xuan Nan couldn't help but whisper.

Maybe this is why ordinary people cannot see the true Buddha.

Even if an opportunity is placed in front of him, he can't tell whether it is an opportunity or not.

After serving tea to the two young men, Tushanjun stood beside the beggar, really like a temple blessing.

"It's okay for Heavenly Lord not to teach you."

"Please Tianjun fight against this junior once for guidance." Tang Anhuang said firmly.

While speaking, he stood up, bowed and said: "This junior will never forget the great kindness of Heavenly Lord. If your senior has the idea of ​​reincarnation and rebuilding his cultivation, our Taoist sect will definitely open the door of convenience for your senior."

Xuannan spoke at the right time: "Amitabha, the Buddha has said that if the king of heaven comes to the west of me, he will also sit on the lotus platform."

"A cliché."

The beggar didn't even blink and said calmly: "I'm different from you."

"Junior knows."

XuanNan clasped his hands together.

Emperor Tang An asked: "Don't you think it's a pity, Lord Tian?"

“It would be a pity to lose it, but it would be a pity to pass it on to the world and ruin it.”

The beggar shook his head slightly.

Emperor Tang An opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Trouble senior."

He still didn't drink the tea on the table, and even felt a little embarrassed to stay here, but he had no other purpose, he really wanted to learn.

"He's gone, won't you go?"

The beggar looked at Xuannan.

"Amitabha." Xuannan moved his gaze to the huge statue and said: "In the Battle of the Great Dao, seniors killed everyone but eventually fell into the mortal world. The young monk only got a glimpse of that ancient battle in rumors. Meeting seniors today can be considered a blessing.

A wish came true."

"Unfortunately……"

Xuannan bowed and left without finishing his words.

It wasn't until both of them left the restraints of the formation that the red-haired ghost saint on the side said: "Both of these two are good. Although they belong to a Taoist sect and a Buddhist sect, if you have to choose a successor, choose one to avoid losing your Taoist tradition.

In the end, there was no one who missed you."

The beggar looked calm but equally determined: "Don't spread it!"

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"I don't need anyone to miss me either."

Why should things from the old era be passed on to people of the new era?

In fact, the beggar has already said the answer, he would rather lose it than let the world ruin his things.

Tushanjun looked at him with admiration.
To be continued...