Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

He walked too close, and this time there was no more mist around him, and I could clearly see his body and clothing. Except for a golden dragon cassock, the old monk seemed to be wearing a gray robe. , one of the sleeves has a pattern of gossip, and the crown on the head is not a monk's crown, but a conjoined gray hat with a brim, which is connected with the cloak behind it. The cloak is very long and rests on the ground. It's a bit like a mighty king.

"This is too weird! Is something wrong? Haiyue, did you guess wrong? Why is she wearing a Taoist robe in Maoxi Forest? What's the situation?" I asked Nan Haiyue in a low voice.

"Impossible! If it wasn't for Mao Xisen, how could he wear the golden dragon cassock? Isn't that treasonous? Could it be put on before death?" Haiyue was actually a little uncertain.

This is not in line with common sense. No matter how big a crime Mao Xisen committed, he was also an eminent monk of that era, and the death of a monk is different from that of ordinary people. It is not this monk, but the Buddha!Who dares?Chinese rulers have always respected religion.

"You are so courageous! How dare you steal my Fuxi gossip?" Mao Xisen actually spoke.

My heart turned around a little bit. He just said "I am Fuxi's gossip", which means that this thing belongs to him or theirs.Could it be that he is someone who touches money?But why would people from the Mojin sect wear other people's golden dragon cassocks?

Since he can speak human language and didn't do anything to us, then there is a chance, if he can use force, he will not use force, especially for this kind of lifeless thing.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the senior? How can we say that we are stealing?" I decided to salute first and then fight, and bowed to him respectfully.

"The Lakers gave him the nickname Yin-Yang Saint, it's a poor man." He raised his head slightly, reached out and untied the tie of the cloak, and the gray cloak and hat with the brim fell behind him.

I saw this old man who claimed to be a yin and yang sage, with gray hair and beard, thin face, long eyes, those eyes were piercing, and his age could not be seen from his appearance.How could that aura be that of a hundred-year-old ghost?It is clearly a living old fairy descending to earth.

"You can always fool others, but you can't fool me Wushuang. To tell you the truth, I went to Hama Ridge in Benxi with my friends a few days ago, and saw the real body of the Yin-Yang Sage in a crevice in a mountain. You Don't tell me you have two Dharma Bodies?"

He didn't directly answer my question, but looked at me from head to toe with those deep eyes, which made me tremble, as if every thought in my heart couldn't escape his discernment, facing such an outsider All my petty thoughts can't be hidden.

"Are you a descendant of the Hai family?" He asked.

"No! I have nothing to do with the Hai family!" I answered very simply.

He stretched out those big hands like withered claws, and slowly opened them in mid-air. Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable strange force pulling my body... No, it should be my neck.The lace on the Haidongqing finger on my neck was torn off by that strange force, and the finger flew past and was held in his hand.

"Hey! Old thing! Give it back to me!" This Hai Dongqing saved me many times, and now I regard it as a talisman and always carry it close to my body, and this thing is also one of the keys to unlock the treasure of the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein. He took my finger ring, how can I not be excited!