Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 108 Shen Gongbao

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

This is a strong male voice, and there is a strong affinity in the voice, which makes people feel a kind of trust and kindness towards the owner of the voice.

"Little crow, this person's voice is so nice!" Princess Wansheng turned around and shouted at Mo Chen.

For some reason, Mo Chen felt a chill down his spine, as if something bad was about to happen.

What does it feel like?
Mo Chen shook his head, but he didn't take it seriously. He was also very curious about the owner of the voice, so he turned around to have a look.

Not far away, an auspicious cloud was rapidly approaching the two of them. On the cloud was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a black Taoist robe, with three long beards, and a very friendly smile on his face. The feeling of the whole person from head to toe is: spring breeze.

Yes, the whole body of this Taoist gave people a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze, and he was very kind when he saw him. His own cultivation base was intriguing, obscure and difficult to understand. Mo Chen looked up and down, but he couldn't tell the depth.

However, the number one beauty of the demon race used the entire demon country to recruit relatives. It was expected that such a grand event would attract some big demons, old demons, gods, ghosts and Buddhas who were hiding in the mountains, so Mo Chen was not particularly surprised.

Sure enough, I haven't called out for many years, and this hand is still very useful!

With bright eyes and a sincere smile on his face, the black-clothed Taoist praised, "Fellow Taoist, this is Nanming Lihuo. It really is a supernatural power, and it opened the eyes of the poor Taoist!" They will all believe that it comes from the heart.

Mo Chen was no exception. This person gave him the feeling of a long-lost friend. This was the first time he had this feeling for a person in this world of gods and demons. He didn't hide it. When he recognized it, he recognized it. There is nothing to hide, he said: "The Taoist priest really has good eyesight, and he recognized it at a glance!"

The Taoist priest in black was overjoyed, it really was Nanming Lihuo, there was really nowhere to hide, it took no effort to get here, it was more perfect than his original plan.Although the true fire of Samadhi is enough, but with this Nanming Lihuo, the confidence will undoubtedly be greater.

"The poor Taoist heard that since ancient times, the Feng Clan has disappeared and never reappeared in the world. Nanming Lihuo also disappeared in the Three Realms along with the Feng Clan. Fellow Daoists are really lucky to have such supernatural powers!" The black-clothed Taoist once again praised road.

Ordinary people like to hear good words, even if they cultivated to a saint, Mo Chen will not be immune to the vulgarity. Although the Taoist in front of him is said to be a stranger, but the affinity and constant praise have already made Mo Chen acquainted heart of.

The little crow said: "I don't know what your Taoist name is for you to practice in that precious mountain. I will tell you the Taoist priest. When I saw the Taoist priest, it was like meeting an old friend. If the Taoist priest has time in the future, he will go to that Bibo Tan, let's have a glass of wine."

The Taoist laughed inwardly, but felt a little melancholy, yes, if so many brothers believed in him back then, how could there have been such a vigorous battle? I still remember that when I first met Senior Brother Gongming, he said the same thing.

As people get older, it is easy to bring back memories in their hearts. No, Mo Chen's words brought the Taoist in black back to that era, the era when gods and demons conquered each other, and the vigorous era.

But, now it's not the same year. We lost in the past, but this time, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose!
"Taoist, Taoist..." Mo Chen couldn't help calling softly when he saw the kind black-clothed Taoist suddenly stumble.

The Taoist came back to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Don't mind, little friend, this person, when he gets old, always likes to recall, your sentence just now seems to be like meeting an old friend, but it makes me laugh." I remembered a dear friend from back then, but I haven't seen him for several Yuanhui!"

Hey, a few Yuanhui, one Yuanhui twelve, one Yuanhui is 800 years, one Yuanhui is 12 years, several Yuanhui is 600 years, this Taoist has been cultivating Taoism for a long time, It can be called an old antique.

Mo Chen smacked his tongue secretly, but asked, "I don't know the name of that old friend?"

The Taoist in black lightly stroked his three-inch black beard, and said, "My best friend is named Zhao Minggongming, and now he is the True Monarch of Xuantan in the sky. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Zhao Gongming, the righteous god who is in charge of the world's wealth, who doesn't know his name?

Mo Chen waved his hand and was about to speak when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Who was Zhao Gongming? He was a famous figure during the Battle of the Conferred Gods. He was a direct disciple of Saint Tongtian. Didn't the Battle of the Conferred Gods happen just a few Yuanhui ago?

Coupled with the fact that this Taoist is so kind-hearted, his ability to make him feel good with a few words, and the sentence, fellow Taoist, please stay, Mo Chen had some bad guesses in his heart, could it be him?
"The God of Wealth Zhao Gongming? This is very famous. When I was playing in the mortal world, I saw all the people worshiping him." Seeing that Mo Chen didn't speak, Princess Wansheng thought that he had never been to the mortal world, so she didn't know The fairy answered first.

"Haha, Brother Gongming is not the God of Wealth. He just happens to be in charge of the gods of Zhaobao, Nazhen, Zhaocai and Lishi, so he is honored as the God of Wealth." The black-clothed Taoist smiled and explained.

"So that's how it is." Princess Wan Sheng, who was dressed up by Mr. Qingxiu, nodded slightly. She was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Chen, who said solemnly, "I don't know where Changxian Mountain is yet. What's the number?"

The Taoist priest in black raised his brows lightly, and made a bow: "Is it the poor one who forgot to report his life to the little friend? The poor Taoist name is Shen Gongbao, and he currently lives in the East China Sea..."

Before Hai Zi finished speaking, he felt a slight fluctuation of mana in front of him. When he looked up, there was nothing in front of him. There were still figures of Mo Chen and Princess Wansheng there?

This Taoist Shen Gongbao revealed a playful look in his eyes, interesting, interesting, the two juniors in front of him actually knew him, and thought that after so many 10 years, he lived in the water mansion for a long time and did not come to walk around in the world, except for those old guys, he should No one knows himself.

But Bibotan?

The corner of Shen Gongbao's mouth chuckled, he didn't care about Mo Chen's escape, the monk couldn't escape the temple if he escaped, and it was reasonable to go to Moyun Cave right now.

Embarrassing, this chapter has written more than 900 words and just finished writing. It will be long-winded to add something, so I have to talk about something else. Please collect and recommend tickets. It will be on the shelves at the end of the month. I will save some manuscripts. Try to make an update when the time comes... This plot is finished, and Journey to the West will arrive soon.

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