I'm really not a Daoist!

Chapter 437 Donghuang Taiyi
Di Hong wanted to curse now. The pits in Dijiang were one after another, one pit after another.

I just discovered the undercurrent among the ancestral witches, and then I was tricked. I obviously just wanted to be a mercenary. Whether I want to continue to be Dijiang in the future depends on the performance of this era and the benefits of this position.

But I never thought that I would become a legal person just after taking up my job. Can you believe this?
The name of the leader of the Wu Clan is still on Di Jiang's head. This is something he only found out after he just took over the position of Di Jiang. Now it is obvious that he can no longer return it, which means that he will be the leader of the Wu Clan from now on.

If the Wu clan goes bankrupt and liquidates one day, he will be the first person responsible. It is quite outrageous that he came to work and directly became the chairman.

After taking back the dharma image, Di Hong looked at the smiling ancestral shamans with a complicated expression and felt very bitter in his heart. It seemed that he had really boarded a pirate ship.

Shebishi didn't say anything. He stood up, patted Di Hong's shoulder and strode out of the Ancestral Witch Hall. He needed to return to his tribe to handle government affairs.

Immediately afterwards, other ancestral witches also left the ancestral witch palace one after another. When leaving, everyone patted Di Hong on the shoulder.

It was obvious that the ancestral witches all had smiles on their faces, but he always felt that the expressions of these ancestral witches were very intriguing, as if they were relieved.

Seeing that the empty and silent Ancestral Witch Hall could no longer maintain its superficial appearance, Di Hong's body leaned loosely on the back of the chair.

"I'm so stupid. I'm really stupid. I have no rights and no resources. When I come in, I assume the identity of a legal person. Isn't this bullying?"

"It seems we have to do something, otherwise we will definitely be in bad luck in the future!"

Although it is said that the Wu clan cannot be bankrupted and liquidated, and if this is said out loud, I don't know how many people will laugh at it, Di Hong's heart has always been uneasy, and there is a dark cloud hanging in his heart that cannot be removed.

All heavens and worlds.

There is no extraordinary realm in one place.

"Chase, catch up with the magic stick in front of you!"

"The damn magician dares to come to our village to deceive people. Beat him to death!"

A group of villagers dressed in linen waving hoes and sticks chased an old man wearing Taoist robes. The old man had white beard and hair and looked like a fairy. But now his face with white hair and childish face was full of fear, and his legs were moving fast for fear of being caught behind. The villagers caught up.

"Huhu."

The old Taoist priest didn't know how long he ran before he got rid of the villagers chasing him. His chest was like a bellows, leaning against the tree and breathing heavily.

"Stupid people, they are really a group of stupid people. The old Taoist kindly reminded you of the recent military disaster, but you regard the old Taoist as a magic stick, causing trouble and digging for food in the fields for the rest of your life."

The old Taoist priest slowly recovered, tidied up some greasy purple robes, and began to carefully return to the original route. He had been running so intensely that he didn't notice that he lost one of his shoes at some point.

"Old Taoist priest, are these your shoes?"

A handsome and handsome man in white clothes put his hands behind his back and raised his chin slightly as he looked at the old Taoist priest who was walking in a panic. The old Taoist priest's lost shoe was right in front of him.

The fear on the old Taoist priest's face flashed away when he saw the man in white, and he put on a formulaic smile and said: "Thank you very much, young master. These are the shoes of the old Taoist."

The man in white kicked the shoes in front of the old Taoist priest expressionlessly. The old Taoist priest was not annoyed. He picked up the shoes and patted them a few times before putting them on his feet. "I can run so fast without shoes. I'm afraid I will take off with shoes." The man in white said.

"The young master was joking. Even though the old Taoist is a Taoist priest, he still knows that he is just making a living. How can there be anyone in this world who can fly? If a person can fly, wouldn't he be a god? The old Taoist still has something to do, so that's it. Farewell."

The old Taoist priest's face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, and his smile never disappeared. He cupped his hands and turned to leave.

The man in white looked at the old Taoist priest's hunched back and said, "Are you just going to keep pretending like this?"

The old Taoist priest kept walking as if he didn't hear anything.

The man in white had angry eyes. He stepped lightly with his right foot and the whole world was instantly turned into ashes repeatedly. The aura of finality bred by the collapse of the world overwhelmed him and the old Taoist priest in front of him.

The old Taoist priest's hunched body became straight, and the final energy that hit his face turned around and bypassed his body. He turned around and looked at the man in white helplessly and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

The man in white chuckled and said: "No more pretending? Hongjun!!"

Hongjun seemed helpless and speechless, and said: "You came back when you said you would come back. Why do you keep holding on to Pindao and never let go? Pindao has abandoned everything in the prehistoric times. Is it possible that Pindao must die? Are you willing to do it?"

The man in white shook his head slightly and said: "It's not that I don't want to let you go. In fact, the reason why I came to you this time is not because of what you did in the wilderness. I just have a question in my mind that I want you to help answer. "

Hongjun was surprised and asked suspiciously: "Really?"

The man in white was startled for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said, "Is it possible that my credibility is not enough for you to trust me?"

"letter!"

Hongjun said loudly: "Of course Pindao believes you. How could Pindao not believe the assurance made by the dignified Donghuang Taiyi? If you have anything to ask, just ask."

He had no choice but to be caught. He couldn't help but answer the questions in Donghuang Taiyi's heart. Otherwise, if Donghuang Taiyi really took action, he would have no choice but to wait for death.

He doesn't know what level of cultivation Donghuang Taiyi is now, and he can't see through the depth of Donghuang Taiyi now. He only knows that he has abandoned everything in the prehistoric times. He is pitifully weak now, and now he is the most vulnerable in his life. when.

Donghuang Taiyi narrowed his eyes, a pair of sharp eyes seemed to penetrate Hongjun, and asked: "Why did you abandon Honghuang on your own initiative? Or why did you abandon the Wu Clan that you established with your own hands?"

Hongjun's expression also became solemn and he asked: "Then I would like to ask you, if I continue to stay in the wilderness, will you give me the chance to prove Pangu?"

Donghuang Taiyi said calmly: "I can!"

Hongjun paused for a moment, muttering something unknown, and said: "Let's see if Pindao changes his approach. Do you think other great Luo people in the ancient world would give Pindao a chance to prove Pangu?"

Donghuang Taiyi answered very simply, "No, they are all afraid of you in their hearts and will not give you any chance to prove Pangu. They are afraid that you will control the Great Desolate forever."

Hongjun spread his hands, pursed his lips and said, "Isn't that the end of it? Knowing that staying in the wilderness is a dead end, what is the poor guy doing in the wilderness? Going to jail?"

(End of this chapter)