As soon as Xiao Fan said this, the old monk smiled, his white brows were upturned with a smile, if it wasn't for his own identity, Xiao Fan didn't doubt that he would pound the table with laughter.

The old Taoist priest couldn't laugh, his face turned red instantly, his goatee turned up with anger, his eyes were a little red, it seemed that Xiao Fan said that he was ugly, which was a great insult to him.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest shouted angrily, stretched out his hand at Xiao Fan, and shouted: "Little rabbit cub! Lao Tzu has endured you for a long time! Do you really think that Lao Tzu will not dare to beat you? Come on! Let you know that Dao Ye is so powerful! I dare to say that I am ugly!"

The old Taoist priest withdrew his hand, pointed to his face, and said to the old monk who couldn't help but laugh on the side: "Bald donkey, this stinky boy says I'm ugly? You say words of conscience, am I ugly? Think back then, Lao Tzu was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, how many beautiful women fell in love with Lao Tzu at first sight, crying and shouting for Lao Tzu to hug me! Now you dare to call me ugly?"

Taking a deep breath, the old Taoist's tone became gloomy: "Little rabbit cub! You can insult Lao Tzu's IQ, but you can't insult Lao Tzu's appearance!"

"Old Dao, you are in love, the Buddha said that the body is just a skin, and only the true, good and beautiful soul is the essence. Xiao Fan clasped his hands together, although he was talking to the old Taoist priest, he kept looking at the old monk next to him.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor is right, it's just a skin, why do you care about the old way?" the old monk said slowly.

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Xiao Fan, and then at the old monk, nodded thoughtfully, and said: "Even if you kid is reasonable, no matter what, everyone has an old day, Lao Tzu was once handsome and chic, and it looks like this when he is old, it doesn't matter, it's just a skin, Lao Tzu's handsomeness is internal, true, good and beautiful!"

After speaking, the old Taoist priest showed a hint of joy on his face, as if he had comprehended the true meaning of handsome.

"No, old Taoist, you are not handsome. Xiao Fan spoke again at this moment: "The true, kind and beautiful soul contains wisdom, but your IQ is worrying, so ...... Alas......" Xiao Fan did not continue to speak here, but sighed.

Suddenly, the old Taoist's face twitched, and the old monk, his eyebrows couldn't help shaking, even his lips trembled, he was very uncomfortable, he had known the old Taoist for decades, and he had never seen the obscene old Taoist priest have been so deflated today.

"Malegobi!"

The old Taoist priest was really angry this time, and he directly knocked off the table and roared angrily: "There's no way to chat happily! Little rabbit cub! Lao Tzu wants to beat you!"

Whew......

Suddenly, the wind swept away, and in the seemingly skinny body of the old Taoist priest, a powerful aura burst out, and in the operation of internal strength, the majestic coercion was overwhelming in an instant.

This coercion is so strong that the porcelain bowl that rolls in the air, and the tea that has poured out and has not yet landed, are slightly solidified.

The old monk's eyes were quick, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed a porcelain bowl, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the tea that had spilled out was poured back into the porcelain bowl.

At the same time, Xiao Fan was also doing the same thing as the old monk, scooping up the tea in no particular order.

The majestic coercion gradually disappeared, and the old Taoist priest looked at Xiao Fan with burning eyes, only to see that in the porcelain bowl in Xiao Fan's hand, the tea rippled in circles, but not a drop spilled out.

"Old Dao, it's not easy for me to grow this tea, how can I waste it so much? Since you don't want to drink tea, then Lao Wei can only enjoy it yourself. As he spoke, the old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said with a smile: "Little donor, please drink slowly." ”

"Thank you, drink together. Xiao Fan smiled, raised his hand to put the porcelain bowl to his mouth, drank it all, and then said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's good tea, it's not wasted, otherwise it's really a pity." ”

The old Taoist priest next to him was not calm.

"Boy, how did you do that?" the old Taoist priest was really surprised in his heart.

The old Taoist has always secretly followed Xiao Fan, in the small courtyard of the old man Zhou, Xiao Fan was besieged by the four messengers under the holy woman, and it was also the crisis resolved by the old Taoist.

Although the old Taoist priest knew that Xiao Fan was constantly bearing and adapting to the coercion of Old Man Zhou, and had a strong resistance to the coercion of the master, he was a martial artist!

"Hehehe......"

Xiao Fan knew very well what the old Taoist priest was asking, but he didn't reveal his interest in hole cards, so he didn't plan to answer, just smirked.

"Pretend to be stupid......, aren't you?" the old Taoist priest wanted to beat Xiao Fan, but he quickly changed his mind and showed a gloating smile: "Laugh, there will always be times when you cry." ”

The corners of Xiao Fan's eyes jumped slightly, but he was more interested: "Old Taoist, you said that you are such a big master, why do you follow me all day long? In Old Man Zhou's small courtyard, you also helped me, right?"

"What, why? Who has been following you all day? You are an old Taoist, I have nothing to do when I am full, right?" the old Taoist priest pouted.

Xiao Fan scratched his head, and his expression gradually became serious: "Old Taoist, since you have shown your strength today, let's not hide your head and tail, open the skylight and say something, what is your identity, and what is your purpose?"

"Well, I'll tell you when you get out of here alive this time. The old Taoist priest was still gloating.

"You two super masters are here, can anyone else kill me?" Xiao Fan's heart sank, but his face immediately showed disdain.

The old Taoist priest and the old monk glanced at each other, and saw a smile in their respective eyes, and the old Taoist priest smiled and said: "We didn't say that we want to protect you, besides, even if it is the two of us, we dare not guarantee that you will be fine." ”

"Really?" asked Xiao Fan.

"Seriously!" the old Taoist priest nodded.

"For Mao?" Xiao Fan asked again.

"You can't live if you do your own evil!" The old Taoist priest was triumphant: "Don't let you come to the West, you still came, who can blame this?"

"Western ......"

Xiao Fan was silent, and in a flash of thought, his color suddenly changed, and there was already a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Western...... Xiqing City ...... Fodu Mountain ......" Xiao Fan looked up at the old Taoist priest: "Fodu Mountain is directly west of Xiqing City, you said that it is not the Temple of Our Lady of Lagong on the Western Tibetan Plateau!"

"Holy Mother Temple, do you really treat yourself as a piece of material?" The old Taoist priest had another reason to despise Xiao Fan: "The forces of the Holy Mother Hall will send a large number of masters to kill you for the sake of you as a melon baby?"

"You're paralyzed!" Xiao Fan couldn't help but cover his face, his temples ached faintly, he wasn't worried about his safety, but he was worried about the Lin family sisters.

Xiao Fan is confident that he can still run if he can't win, but what about the Lin sisters? With two powerless women, Xiao Fan is not sure to escape this murder, although until now, Xiao Fan still doesn't know where this murder came from.

"What did you say?" the old Taoist priest paused, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of anger.

"I said you're awesome!" Xiao Fan hurriedly said: "I didn't expect you to be so accurate in fortune-telling, old Taoist, I admire you so much, you are my idol!"

(End of chapter)