Unintentional view.
When Ye Qingxuan broke in, Taoist Chengxin was leading a group of Taoist priests to chant scriptures in the main hall.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Qingxuan grabbed Cheng Xin by the collar and left the hall. The Taoist priests looked at each other, not knowing who the audience had offended.
Cheng Xin Lao Dao didn't care, just like the whisk in his hand, letting the wind flutter, when Ye Qingxuan pushed it casually, Cheng Xin Lao Dao stroked his beard and quietly fell to the ground.
"Ye Daoyou is a little impatient today!" Cheng Xin said with a smile.
Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "When did the old Taoist know my identity? Or... did he know it a long time ago?"
The old Taoist Chengxin chuckled, and Jishou said, "This is the truthful confession from fellow Taoist Ming Youzi. As for the little fellow Daoist whose surname is Ye or Tang, it doesn't make any difference to a monk as an old Taoist."
"Where is Ming Youzi?" Ye Qingxuan asked coldly.
The old Taoist Chengxin shook his head, "The poor Taoist doesn't know..."
"Oh, you don't know..." Ye Qingxuan smiled, and walked forward slowly, "Hehe, Taoist Master Chengxin, why do I think you know but don't want to tell me? Although I am also a Taoist disciple, we are also considered to be of the same clan, but In order to find Mingyouzi, I don't intend to let you go... You can endure and resist, don't you claim to know no martial arts? I'm afraid I will let you have a taste of these tortures. It hurts, so bear with it! "
The old Taoist Chengxin twitched his brows inadvertently, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Ye, don't be joking, the old Taoist is not from your rivers and lakes."
"Then who can say for sure? The number one master in Dalu Temple is actually Monk Moyun. How many people in the world know about such a miracle?" Ye Qingxuan pressed on every step of the way. The more the other party said that, the more curious he became , although I can't be sure that this guy is Mo Yun, but I always feel that his figure is so familiar. If I don't force him, I'm afraid I will always feel uneasy.
"Hui Jie is Mo Yun?" After hearing Ye Qingxuan's words, Cheng Xin's eyes trembled slightly, as if thinking of something, he said in a deep voice, "Is what you said true?"
"As the Taoist said, there are many things in this world, true and false, what is the difference? Just like the identity of the Taoist as the master of the heart, how much is true?" Ye Qingxuan said with a smile: " The viewer is so concerned about Moyun's past, could it be that the viewer has some secrets that the other party knows?"
The old Taoist Chengxin shrank his pupils slightly, sighed, and said, "It's not that there's anything wrong with the old Taoist, but that fellow Taoist Ming Youzi kept it from me so hard. I thought he had become obsessed and no longer obsessed with the world. Ah, unexpectedly, he would even deceive the old Taoist... Anyway, Fellow Daoist Ye, I will tell you about Ming Youzi's whereabouts... In fact, he is here... oops!"
Peng!
Before the words were finished, a well near Chengxin Old Daoist suddenly exploded with water several feet high, and the water droplets all over the sky shot towards Chengxin Old Daoist densely with fierce aura...
Knew you would show up!
Ye Qingxuan let out a sneer, with both palms coming out of the sea like a dragon, one hand rolled up Chengxin Laodao and threw it backwards, and the other hand rolled up to the water drops all over the sky to block Ming Youzi's attack, and at the same time, he had to be careful of Monk Moyun's sneak attack.
Facing the overwhelming attack, Chengxin Laodao remained calm and unmoved, as if the wind and rain were only outside the doors and windows and had nothing to do with him, but when he looked at Ye Qingxuan, he showed a somewhat worried expression.
The wind from Ye Qingxuan's palm roared, and the water droplets all over the sky immediately rolled back and fell to the ground crackling, making dense holes in the bluestone ground.
The hurricane in the well rolled up the water column, and Ming Youzi's sinister voice came from the void, "Ye Qingxuan, do you have to fight against me?"
Ye Qingxuan's voice turned cold, and he said coldly: "Ming Youzi, you are against me. I have helped you for Yu Qiuzhi before, but you attacked and killed Fu Yao, the 'Tianshi', and robbed 'Xie Yue'. "Seven Star Sword" and its sword manual, together with Monk Moyun's sneak attack and me, add up to several incidents, we must settle it properly... "
Mingyouzi had a laugh, and said coldly: "That's fine, the poor have already hated the days of hiding their heads and tails! Ye Qingxuan, let's do it!"
"Why don't you call Monk Moyun together?" Ye Qingxuan said "Oh" and said with a smile, "Or call him Master Huijie!?"
"Amitabha." On the roof of a nearby hall, Monk Moyun showed his figure, his black robe was thrown away, and a long handle of the "Supreme Heavenly Knife" was exposed on his back. Monk Moyun looked at Ye Qingxuan , said coldly: "Hui Jie is just a temporary game by the poor monk. If it weren't for the [Maha Monk's Divine Art] of the Vinaya School, you would think that the poor monk would endure for decades in Dalu Temple and play the role of the double-faced man." ?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at Moyun and frowned slightly, and asked, "In the final analysis, are you Huijie pretending to be Moyun, or Moyun pretending to be Huijie?"
Monk Moyun showed a sneer, while Mingyouzi laughed wildly: "The real monk Huijie disappeared with his master as early as 40 years ago. If it wasn't for Moyun being too lazy to be the host of Dalu Temple, playing a game Get away with feigning death, and now he is the upright suzerain of your famous family... Hahaha... "
The other two laughed triumphantly, full of contempt and ridicule towards righteous people, but Ye Qingxuan didn't find it funny at all.
After seeing Guanglu and Zhu Yun, he didn't have any good impression of the Dalu Temple represented by Luzong. With guys like Guanglu and Zhu Yun in his palm, even if Moyun really became the leader of a faction, it might not be a bad thing.
The sound of clothes ripping through the air resounded, and Shuai Tianfan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, finally entered the Wuxin Temple with a group of Confucian saints, and several Taoist priests who couldn't dodge were directly knocked to the ground.
Shuai Tianfan fanned his fan, and walked in with a smile under the guard of the crowd, "Master Moyun, Daoist Ming Youzi, long time no see, I miss my nephew very much, my father, I miss you even more..."
After finishing speaking, he bowed to the end, doing his best in elegance and coquettishness.
There was a flash of yellow light in Monk Moyun's eyes, and he said sharply, "Tianfan, you are not taking care of your father on Sansheng Island, why come here to join in the fun?"
Shuai Tianfan snorted coldly, bowed to Monk Moyun, and said indifferently: "I will pay my respects to the master first, and then I will fulfill the filial piety of a son. You and this wanderer secretly colluded, but you pushed my father away." Into dire straits, I must avenge this revenge!"
A stream of water floated out of the water column, lying in mid-air, Ming Youzi stood on top of the stream like a Buddha growing out of the water, glared at Shuai Tianfan, and snorted coldly: "Ignorant boy, follow me!" Your father is just as arrogant. If it weren't for your father giving up Sansheng Island to let us stay, there would be no Confucian saints like you in the world. You are ungrateful and want to settle accounts. Hmph, Moyun, I would have I said that we should cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, but in the end, isn’t it a disaster?”