Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Hearing this, countless pilgrims turned their heads and looked around, only to see thousands of people wearing various Taoist robes not far from the Taoist temple gate.

Although the colors and styles of the Taoist robes are somewhat different, without exception, they all have a purple sun embroidered on their chests!

The leader was a Taoist who seemed to be in his fifties. The Ziyang on his chest was the roundest, and he also exuded a formidable aura. He was none other than Zhou Bufan, the Supreme Ancestor of the Ziyang Taoist Sect.

Behind Zhou Bufan stood the other three Supreme Elders of Ziyang Dao Sect, all of whom were Nascent Soul Stage monks without exception.

Behind them are the sect masters of Ziyang Dao Sect and a group of senior officials, all of whom are Golden Core Stage monks, numbering more than a dozen of them.

Of the more than a thousand people left, a small part were foundation builders, and most were Qi refining monks.

Hearing Zhou Bufan's voice, the beggar Taoist trembled, and then slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Bufan, his expression numb.

"Ancestor, isn't that Duan Zhenren?"

A Nascent Soul looked at the beggar Taoist and was a little surprised: "He never left. He even got a coffee table and tea sets and drank tea leisurely here."

Zhou Bufan smiled and said, "Maybe you want to stay and see the grand occasion of our inquiry today. After all, this kind of opportunity is rare in a hundred years. If Jiuyang Dao Sect had not opened its mouth, it would be really difficult to move the Thousand Dao Sects. "

After saying that, Zhou Bufan led a group of senior officials towards the Taoist Beggar. The foundation building and Qi refining men under him immediately spread out in all directions, almost surrounding the entire mountain, and not even a fly could fly out.

"Master Duan, why are you still sitting down when you see the ancestor of our sect? Why don't you show your respects quickly?"

A Nascent Soul smiled.

The beggar Taoist looked at this Nascent Soul for a while, then forced a smile on his face:

"Wuweizi, did I kill your father in my previous life or your mother in this life? Why do you want to harm me like this?"

Wuweizi was startled for a moment, then became furious: "Duan, what do you mean by this!?"

"Wait a minute."

Zhou Bufan frowned slightly and waved his hand to signal Wuweizi to calm down. Then he glanced around and his eyes fell on the beggar Taoist priest. Only then did he realize that he was not sitting in front of the coffee table, but kneeling in front of the coffee table!

Not only that, the tea in front of the other party was also quite strange, with a dark yellow color and a strange smell.

This strange smell was somewhat familiar to him, but he couldn't distinguish it for a while. It seemed that he had smelled it a long, long time ago.

"What do I mean by this? Hehehehe... It doesn't matter. Soon you will have to kneel here and drink tea. Hahaha, don't you recognize this tea?"

On the contrary, you have all lived for hundreds of years, and have been abstinent for hundreds of years. You have long forgotten these mortal things. "

The beggar Taoist laughed strangely.

Seeing how weird he was, Wuweizi and the other two Nascent Souls couldn't help but look at each other, and the other senior officials also showed strange expressions.

How is this going?

At this moment, a Taoist priest who had no cultivation at all and was just a martial artist in the world held a broom and looked at the beggar Taoist priest with a fierce look on his face:

"You, what's going on! Master Hei told you to drink enough, why are you chatting with others!"

Without saying a word, the beggar Taoist picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, then poured himself another cup.

He seemed very silent during the whole process, but from time to time he stared at Wu Weizi with a trace of deep-seated resentment in his eyes.

If this former friend hadn't invited him to do this job, how could he have ended up like this?

"What exactly is going on!"

Wuweizi looked at the Taoist, then at the beggar Taoist, and asked in a deep voice with a solemn expression.

That Taoist was clearly just an ordinary person, a martial artist, and had never entered the immortal way. Why could he make the beggar Taoist obey his orders with just one word?

Who is the Black Master in his mouth? ?

At this moment, a group of people slowly walked out of the Taoist temple.

Zhou Bufan frowned slightly and looked at the group of Taoists in front of him. These people were indeed monks, but they were not the Pei Qingfeng he had met before.

The leader felt very strange to him.

"Fellow Taoists from Ziyang Taoist Sect come from afar, and some are far away to welcome you, and some are far away to welcome you."

Mr. Li Daoye clasped his fists and bowed, his smile looking light and airy.

"Building foundation..."

Zhou Bufan frowned and said: "The Great Qian Dao Sect asked you, Ji Zhu, to welcome the guests? Where is Pei Qingfeng? Do you know the purpose of my Ziyang Dao Sect coming here today?"

"No matter what you mean, our ancestor Fang said that the visitor is a guest. Let's sit down and have a cup of tea before talking about anything else."

Mr. Li Dao smiled.

Elder Xu looked strange, glanced around, and whispered: "They have so many people here, I'm afraid they won't have enough to drink..."

"Forget about those little shrimps. Only the senior officials of Ziyang Dao Sect are qualified to drink this tea. I have ordered people to find tea a few days ago. It is definitely enough to entertain guests."

Li Daoye said.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Wuweizi suddenly snorted coldly, and then looked at the beggar Taoist: "How much money did they spend to bribe you, so that you can stay here with them and act like gods?"

The beggar Taoist glanced at him, and suddenly laughed and said, "You'll find out later, aren't you? Why are you so anxious? Wait, you want to sit across from me, let's make tea and talk about Taoism, how about that?"

"you!"

Wuweizi always felt that there was great malice hidden in the words of the beggar Taoist. He didn't understand why his friend was like this, so he had to vent his anger on Daqian Taoist Sect.

He cupped his fists at Zhou Bufan and said, "Ancestor, please give me the order. Start asking now. No one from the Qiandao Sect can leave today."

Zhou Bufan was speechless and squinted his eyes. Suddenly, a figure appeared in his field of vision.

It was clearly a paper man dressed in white. The white paper man slowly walked towards the group of monks from the Da Qian Dao Sect. He paused and glanced at Zhou Bufan.

A smile suddenly appeared on her blushed face.

Zhou Bufan only felt numb on his scalp for some reason, as if there was a cold air coming from the soles of his feet and going straight into the sky.

"etc."

Zhou Bufan signaled Wuweizi and others not to act rashly, staring intently at the white paper man.

"Your Majesty, there is no one else outside."

The white paper man walked up to Fang Chen and said softly.

Only then did Zhou Bufan and others discover Fang Chen in the crowd.

At this moment, another figure appeared, a black paper man.

"Your Majesty, all the foundation building and Qi refining have been solved. I won't be able to wake up if I don't sleep for a whole day."

What! ?

Zhou Bufan and others all turned around and looked around, only to see the Ziyang Dao Sect monks they had brought collapse to the ground one by one, their faces pale, and their whole bodies shrouded in a heavy Yin Qi.

So quietly, thousands of foundation building and Qi refining people were solved! ?

All the senior officials of Ziyang Dao Sect looked at each other with a hint of fear and fear in their eyes.

"Well, let's invite these guests to sit down and enjoy tea."

Fang Chen nodded.

The black and white paper figures all turned to look at Zhou Bufan. Their figures suddenly disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were already in front of Zhou Bufan.

"Guests, Your Majesty, please sit down and drink tea."

The man with the white paper gently waved his sleeves and robes, and coffee tables appeared in front of everyone, standing side by side with the beggar Taoist's coffee table.

"The pavilion..."

Zhou Bufan wanted to speak.

The black paper man smiled and said: "Let's talk about other things after drinking tea. Guests do as they please. Guests don't understand, right?"

Even a deaf man could hear the threat in his words.

Wuweizi and others stared at the black and white paper figures, waiting for Zhou Bufan's instructions.

Although these two people look weird, their ancestors are monks in the third level of out-of-body stage, so they don't have to be afraid if they really want to fight!