For his gaze, Tongzhen was also ashamed, in front of him, where was the slightest bit of immortal power.

This is also normal, that old Taoist is the most respected person in this Taoist family, when he was still a child, that person was already like this, into the flow of immortals.

After the old Tao finished speaking, everyone stopped talking, and they knew in their hearts what Tongzhen had done, which could be regarded as acquiescing to helping Daqin.

This fairyland, it sounds like a fairyland, but they all know in their hearts that it is more appropriate to say that it is a cage, and it is no different from the big lake, but it is just to deceive the heavens, so that they can survive.

A dilapidated temple, which is overgrown with weeds, looks like there are some years of untouched, inaccessible, it is not an exaggeration.

But now, it is lively here, eighteen big Buddhas sit cross-legged, different shapes, suddenly look at it, and the eighteen Arhats are not much different.

"Abbot, what shall we do?" asked one of the monks.

They all know what is going to happen, and as the top existence in the world, there are few things in the world that can be hidden from their eyes.

"How. The man who was called the abbot folded his hands together and muttered in a low voice.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Qu Jiu, a big Buddha, but now he is not what we are familiar with.

The face is full of wrinkles, the face is yellow, and there is not much flesh and blood on the body, like skin and bones, which makes people feel mad in their hearts, without any Buddhist compassion.

As we have said before, the nine who walk in the world on weekdays are just a prosthesis, which is its real body, and it is more acceptable to compare it to a prosthesis.

"I don't know. He replied.

The monk does not lie, he may also know the words of Sage Confucius, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, is knowing.

"How is the man?" the abbot asked again, not surprised.

"I don't know. "Qu Jiu is still those two words, he really implemented the wisdom of the ancients.

The abbot nodded, and did not ask, perhaps he was already satisfied with the answer.

If so, then I have to say that his requirements are really not high.

"What the hell are we?" said someone, his face calm.

I don't know if he also has a prairie in his heart, where 10,000 grass and mud horses are riding horses and bursting, spreading joy, so happy.

If their words were put in our normal life, I am afraid that they would have been scolded a long time ago, and what kind of bullshit they were talking about.

But here, it's very different, what is Zen, this is Zen, you can't hear through it, you can't see through it, you can't say it through.

"Wait and see. The abbot replied.

"I'm afraid that's going to be wrong. Another monk spoke.

"What's wrong?" the abbot asked rhetorically.

"The world is already in chaos, if you don't stand in line, I'm afraid of trouble. The man answered.

I have to say that he still has some bottoming out, and what he said is not unreasonable.

"Buddhism is pure, why bother with the dust, it's okay, wait and see, and it's not too late to make a choice. The abbot said.

After speaking, he was not ready to listen to other people's words anymore, so he closed his eyes to himself, and he actually settled down, and he didn't know how many days away.

Seeing his appearance, the people who were originally going to say two sentences could only give up, even if you said it, people wouldn't hear it, so why waste your tongue.

Then, they all closed their eyes one by one, motionless, really like a realistic clay sculpture.

The Mo family, Mo Zizhai is still in the blacksmith shop in Quzhou, but this time he did not doze off.

He stood, his eyes looking into the distance, his brow furrowed, and his eyes flashed from time to time.

Behind him, there are Ji Shaoweng, the head guard of the Mo family, and the remaining nine of the twelve guards of the Mo family, all of whom are as good as Mo Zizhai, and it seems that the mood is not really heavy.

These are the top-level existences of the Mo family, and it will definitely not be a trivial matter to be able to make them so worried.

"My lord, he should be fine, right?" Finally, Ji Shaoweng spoke.

Even though he said that, anyone could hear his worries.

"It's going to be fine. Mo Zizhai replied, his tone unusually firm.

He couldn't think of anyone else in this world who could do anything about it, who he was, who could play with the whole world in applause.

What about the Great Qin Kingdom, what about Li Si, and what about the millions of tigers, to him, he is completely like an ant.

As for those so-called immortals, they can only deceive ordinary people, as he said, be afraid of their heads and tails, and raise their hands to destroy them.

"Shao Weng. Then he spoke again.

"Your Excellency. Ji Shaoweng hurriedly replied.

"How long has it been since our Mo family attacked?" Mo Zizhai said.

"A whole decade. Ji Shaoweng replied.

"It's been ten years. Mo Zizhai said with emotion.

Ten years ago, he listened to that man's words, and the Mo family hid in the rivers and lakes and scattered the Mo family.

He himself spent ten years in this barren place, in an ordinary blacksmith shop in the small town of Quzhou.

Ten years later, the Mo family gathered, and from then on, it was time to do something big, otherwise, some people would really bully him as the Mo family.

"Do you want to try the attack again?" Mo Zizhai turned around and said with a smile.

He didn't know what to say to Ji Shaoweng, but with all the remaining twelve guards of the Mo family.

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes lit up, and they waited for a long time for this sentence.

"Yes. They replied in unison, one thought word was enough, no other words were needed.

"Good. After hearing this, Mo Zizhai's mood was also a little excited, and he said.

"The Mo family, declare war on the Great Qin State, Mo Xia, declare war on the Tiger Master. Then he added.

If you don't make a sound, it will be amazing, and he wants the world to see what the Mo family is.

On the nameless barren mountain, since the only apprentice left, he was the only one left here, and I don't know if he would be a little lonely in the face of the rocks and weeds all over the mountain.

In the room, some simple home furnishings, there is no change when the apprentices leave, the only thing that has become is only people.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

Now he is already an old dragon clock, where is there still a little bit of the demeanor of the first longitudinal and horizontal man, he is completely an old man who may lose his breath at any time.

Who would have thought that a person like him would also have this day, once, how high-spirited he was, holding three points of dragon energy, and laughing all over the world.

He sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals, tremblingly picking up the teapot and trying to refill it with some water.

However, his hands kept trembling, and the water flowing out of the pot flew wildly, and he didn't go to the cup at all.

He was not in a hurry, smiled bitterly, and could only give up and lick his somewhat dry lips.

What Li Si said was not wrong, and he even looked up to him.

Now, where does he still have three points of strength, I'm afraid he has already been one out of ten.

He didn't seem to know anything about what was going to happen, and when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the mountains were green and full of life, which was in stark contrast to him.

The place where his gaze stayed the most was the path down the mountain, as if he could still see the back of the gradual distance.