Disciple, you are invincible, go down the mountain and harm your fiancée.

"Okay! Okay! This is your family matter, so I won't say anything more! After all, every family has a difficult book to recite! It's hard for outsiders to tell!"

"Master! Your little monk has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? Do you have a mobile phone? Please give me a reminder! It's not good for you to delay like this!"

Li Daofeng suddenly became like a mother-in-law, talking endlessly.

The monks of Peacock Temple were angry at every word and just picked at their feet, but there was nothing they could do.

This is a third-level bastard little ancestor who specializes in rubbing salt into people's wounds.

Just when Li Daofeng was thinking about provoking these old monks and seeing if he could make them angry to death, the monk who had gone to get the colorful camellias from Peacock Temple came.

He is holding the jade box in both hands! Came to the old monk.

"Uncle Master! Here are the flowers! The old host said, you did the right thing! It can save all people from war. This is the greatest merit of this flower."

"Good! Good! Ancestor understands me. What a pity, that little beast..." The old monk's face was full of bitterness. Thinking about what his grandson said just now, he wanted to vomit blood.

He didn't understand how his son, such a wise man, could teach such a bastard, how could he be blind and pass on the throne to such a non-thing.

"Give the things to Donor Li Daofeng!" the old monk said.

"Yes!"

The monk said, handing the jade box to Li Daofeng with both hands.

Li Daofeng was not polite at all. He took the jade box and opened it directly.

Inside the jade box, he saw a camellia with seven flowers. What shocked him was that these seven flowers were still so delicate and beautiful that they looked as if they had just been picked.

The seven flowers are in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Each flower exudes a magical power.

The fragrance of flowers rushes towards you! Smelling the fragrance of the flowers, Li Daofeng felt that his mind instantly became much clearer! The whole person seemed to have calmed down.

"What a baby!" Li Daofeng said to himself.

However, from the outside, this flower looks so delicate and beautiful, and it doesn’t look like it has been picked for more than five hundred years.

This is not like a flower that has become a spirit. It will still be the same as when it was just picked for five hundred years! He wouldn't believe it to death.

He looked at the two senior sisters with doubtful eyes.

After Yun Xian'er and Tang Miaozhen nodded, he had to accept that this was really the case.

Something that has been stored for five hundred years is still so fresh. Even if the special number is made of plastic, it must have faded. This authentic product is actually so fresh.

This really subverted his cognition.

Of course, senior sister will not lie to him, so if you can't accept it, you have to believe it is not the case.

"Haha! Look at Master, you are so polite. I feel ashamed to take such a valuable thing, but I won't take it. You must feel bad."

"Oh!! It's so frustrating, so I'll be a bad guy, and I'll take it!"

Li Daofeng said with a troubled expression.

The masters of Peacock Temple were so angry that their back teeth were broken.

Listen to what the hell you said. Is this human language?

You are so shameless. If you say something like this, aren't you afraid of thunder?

Fuck, what do you mean you can't accept it reluctantly? You are so pretentious, so don't accept it.

You took the treasure of my Peacock Temple, and you still showed it off in front of us. You said such bullying words, you are really unworthy of a human being.

The old monk was almost mad to death by his eldest grandson just now. He had just finished vomiting a mouthful of old blood. Now that Li Daofeng was doing this again, the old blood that had just been suppressed with great difficulty started to surge again.

puff!

In the end, he failed to hold it down and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Ouch, Master, why are you vomiting blood all the time? This habit is not good. Please take it easy, don't you know how important your health is at your age?" Li Daofeng was so angry that the monk would not give up.

"Donor, you have got what you asked for, and we have complied with your request. Now all the grudges have been wiped out."

The old monk said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

"No more! Look at what you said, Master, can we have any grudges? It's all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding!"

Li Daofeng is now a good person, but his look like he doesn't deserve a beating makes these monks want to break their precepts and curse others.

At this moment, they all have one sentence in their hearts: they won't be happy if they don't complain.

"In that case, please ask the donor to leave immediately!" the old monk said, trying his best to hold back the anger in his heart.

"Easy to say, easy to say! I know that Master, you have family matters to deal with, so we won't disturb you. However, I still want to remind Master, teach the rebellious son and grandson, and never be merciful. Kill him when you need to. This number is useless. I’m just opening a small account and practicing again.”

"Master, you see you are still young. It is not a problem to return to secular life and be born again ten or eight times. There is no need to be angry about a useless number. Come on, Master, it is not too late. Come on!"

"Donor Li Daofeng, I ask you to leave...leave now..."

The old monk gritted his teeth and turned purple with anger. He looked at Li Daofeng with angry eyes and shouted.

"It's urgent! It's urgent! Look, you are anxious again."

"Okay! Why don't we leave? This old monk is still so angry. He can at least give birth to ten more. Do you think it's my sister?"

Li Daofeng came to the senior sister's side and whispered specifically.

But his small voice happened to be heard by everyone present.

Everyone could clearly see that the old monk was shaking violently and his face turned even more purple.

The next moment his throat surged, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It’s so fucking annoying that I, the old monk, am still being teased like this despite my age.

Once the number is dead, I will practice one, and it will be no problem to still have seven or eight.

Is this a question of whether it can be born or not?

Even if he had to cancel his account and practice again, it wouldn't be his turn to practice again. His son is not dead yet!

The old monk was made angry by Li Daofeng and he vomited blood twice, once more than the old monk's grandson. You can say that this is irritating.

"You! If you really want to piss off Master, why don't you leave quickly." Second Senior Sister Yun Xian'er pinched Li Daofeng's face and said.

"What a bad guy! Isn't it worth his life to make people angry?"

"But this old monk is not very good. Junior brother just said a few words of truth and he became so angry. You still need to practice more in cultivating your qi. How can a monk get such a big anger?" Tang Miaozhen said.

Her words made the old monk's face turn a little purple.

The three brothers and sisters left just like that, completely ignoring the fact that the old monk was pissed to death by them.

It wasn't until the three of them walked away that a monk said, "Ancestor! What should we do now?"

The pale old monk took a deep breath and said, "I am sending an order to the Thirty-sixth Guards, the Clan Mansion, to discuss the matter of re-establishing a new emperor."