The two young Taoist priests did not seem to take my master Liu Wendao seriously.

The little braid said with a lip:

"Liu Wendao, don't forget your identity. This is the Three Qing Temple of Dongyue. Stop shouting here. If you don't like it, take your apprentice out of here!"

Liu Wendao rushed forward and grabbed Xiaopi's collar. Just as I was about to take action, I heard a man's voice behind me:

"Liu Wendao, I didn't expect that with this little ability, you actually bullied a disciple of the Sanqing Temple. The more you get, the less you look like you."

When I looked back, I saw a tall middle-aged man strode in.

This man was wearing a black robe, and the hot weather wrapped himself tightly. Behind the middle-aged man were two young men, handsome man and handsome woman.

"Let me go!" Xiao Braida pulled hard and broke free from Liu Wendao's hand.

Liu Wendao ignored the Taoist priest's braids, but turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who walked in and said with a smile:

"I think the saint said this. It turned out to be a half-dead dead person. Ji Wanli didn't expect that you had not died yet, but his face was getting ugly, just like he had been dead for half a month and hadn't been buried."

The middle-aged man named Ji Wanli looked even more ugly when he heard my master's words:

"Liu Wendao, if you didn't come today, I thought you would have died long ago. I haven't seen you for so many years. Why do you think of participating in the flag-raising conference of Sanqing Temple today? Could it be that Zhang's family has successors to promote coffin?"

Liu Wendao said lightly:

"What does it have to do with you?"

"You can't say that." Ji Wanli said, looking at me, looking at me and asked:

"Can't that boy behind you be the descendant of the Zhang family's coffin-raising man? Isn't the Zhang family dead by taking those wastes who can only carry coffins?"

When I heard this, I became popular:

"Even if your Ji family is dead, our Zhang family will never be able to do so."

I could see that this person named Ji Wanli was not a good thing. Since the beginning, I was asking for trouble for my master, so I didn't leave any room for speaking and just quarreled.

Ji Wanli looked at his face with a gloomy look:

"Boy, pay attention to your identity and behave properly when speaking to avoid disasters coming from your mouth."

I sneered:

"This sentence should be said to you more."

Liu Wendao also said with a smile:

"Ji Wanli, it is useless to say more about it here. If you have any questions, let's see the true seal at the flag-raising conference."

Ji Wanli smiled:

"Okay, let's go and see." After saying that, he led his two apprentices to sign and walked into the Sanqing Temple.

After Ji Wanli left, my master turned his gaze to the two Taoist priests again. This time he did not speak, but stepped forward and took action quickly. Before the two Taoist priests could react, they were slapped by one of them with a crisp sound.

Soon, blood-red handprints appeared on their faces.

The two Taoist priests were stunned for a few seconds. They obviously did not expect that Liu Wendao would suddenly attack them, so they stood up from the chair and wanted to fight back.

I was about to rush up to help, and a shout rang out in the yard:

"stop!"

The two Taoist priests who were about to take action immediately stopped after hearing the voice, lowered their heads and said nothing.

I looked into the yard and saw an old Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe and a young face standing not far away. He was holding a whisk in his hand, his shoes and clothes were spotless, and he felt like a paranormal...

"I heard a little noise inside the gate. I thought someone was coming. It turned out to be Liu Wendao, the coffin-raising man. This time, which disciples from which sect plan to raise flags and names?" the old Taoist priest looked at Liu Wendao and asked.

My master respects this old Taoist priest very much. He first walked over and bowed, then looked at me and said to him:

"The Master of the Sanqing Temple, this is my apprentice, Zhang Chujiu, the descendant of the Maoshan coffin of the Zhang family."

"My younger generation Zhang Chujiu has met the Master of Sanqing Temple." As I said that, I learned to bow to the old Taoist priest.

After hearing the master's words, the old Taoist Sanqingguan flashed in his eyes and looked at me carefully. After a while, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he shook his head and said:

"Oh... It's a pity that such a horoscope is, but since we are here, we are all guests of Sanqing Temple, please."

Then the master took me into the courtyard of the Sanqing Temple.

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw a few people chatting in the courtyard. When they saw the Master of Sanqing Temple, they quickly got up and bowed.

"Master, is that old Taoist priest the master of these Three Pure Contemporaries?" I asked.

Liu Wendao nodded:

"That's right, if you want to successfully erect a flag and name for your Zhang family's coffin raising master this time, you must finally get his approval."

Liu Wendao said, as if he had thought of something, so he asked me:

"By the way, Chujiu, I just wanted to ask you something, but I forgot when I was busy. Have you and Mr. Qin found the Bainian Wild Mountain Ginseng?"

"We found it, we are lucky. Although the process is not going well, fortunately there is no danger." I said.

After hearing this, Liu Wendao looked around and said to me in a low voice:

"That's good. This time we come here. The first thing is to raise a flag and establish a name for your Zhang family. The second thing is to find the Firebird Egg. Among the people who came this time, one of them had the Firebird Egg in his hand."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"You will know then." Liu Wendao kept me in a silence.

I turned to look at the viewing gate and asked Liu Wendao:

"By the way, Master, what sect was Ji Wanli from just now? I feel that the person's face is the same as a dead person."

"The corpse driving sect often mingles with zombies and dead people. They practice evil magic that cannot be used. Over time, their yin and yang will become unbalanced, so they become like they are neither human nor ghost." After Liu Wendao said that, he took me through the yard and walked into the main hall.

In the main hall, there are dozens of experts from all over the world who have been wandering in the Yin and Yang realms for many years.

I glanced at it and found that there were Taoist priests, monks, Yin and Yang, fortune tellers and various people in strange costumes in the hall. Of course, Ji Wanli and his two disciples were among them.

Ji Wanli's eyes were sharp-eyed, and he saw my master bringing me in at a glance, so he quickly stood up from the chair and shouted:

"Stop it first and see who is coming!"

When everyone who was chatting stopped hearing Ji Wanli's words, dozens of eyes looked at me and my master!

When Liu Wendao saw this scene, he smiled and said to me:

"Did you see it at the ninth day of the lunar month? This is the signboard for our coffin-raising man."

As the master finished saying this, a series of contempt sounded from the hall.

Seeing those people dislike me and my master so much, I still don’t understand what happened.

Did we have any holiday with them before our Zhang family promoted to the coffin?

Just as I was thinking, I saw an old gentleman Yin and Yang bent over and arched his back walking towards me and my master in anger...
Chapter completed!