The whole world is reborn

Chapter 55: True Daoism, Mo Xin Daoist!

Back in Jinbao Community, Xu Zifan approached Tian Wuji and Emperor Pengyuan.

The room Tian Wuji lived in was extremely luxuriously decorated, and every piece of furniture revealed a sense of age, the floor was covered with soft carpets, and the sofa was made of mahogany.

"Mr. Xu, this is your first time at my house. What would you like to drink?" Tian Wuji picked up a bottle of red wine with a smile, and looked at Xu Zifan who was sitting on the chair, "Is red wine okay?"

"can!"

Xu Zifan nodded, looked at Tian Wuji who was holding up the three goblets, and said, "I have something, please help."

Emperor Pengyuan was delighted, "What happened?"

"Go to Lishi and save someone for me," Xu Zifan said.

"Lishi?"

Holding the goblet, Tian Wuji walked towards Xu Zifan, a hint of thought appeared in his bright starry eyes, "The real green mountains in Lishi?"

"Ok?"

Xu Zifan took the goblet from Tian Wuji, in which the red wine rippled like red amber, "Do you know Taoist Mo Xin?"

"know!"

Tian Wuji nodded, with a look of admiration on his face, "In my previous life, I had a long discussion with Taoist Mo Xin. This person is a true cultivator, and it was a coincidence that he embarked on the road of martial arts. In terms of cultivation talent, he is generally He is ordinary, but his Dao heart is stable and fits the heaven and the earth."

Emperor Pengyuan looked at Tian Wuji in surprise, and said, "What kind of person is it that can receive such praise from you, Tian Wuji?"

"A peerless man!" Tian Wuji looked at Emperor Pengyuan with a smile, "After my discussion with him, my state of mind has undergone an earth-shaking transformation. In my previous life, I was able to step into the fairyland early, and I have an inseparable relationship with him." relation."

"After you say that, I can't wait to meet this person."

Tian Wuji drank the red wine in the goblet, and said: "In the previous life, Daoist Mo Xin was extremely low-key... I met him in the ancient tomb of the Empress Dowager..."

Speaking of this, Tian Wuji seemed to guess what trouble Taoist Mo Xin had encountered, squinting his eyes, "It was those lackeys who found Taoist Mo Xin?"

"Holy Maiden?" Emperor Pengyuan asked in a low voice.

"It should be!" Tian Wuji stared at Xu Zifan with a calm expression.

Xu Zifan smiled slightly, without explaining too much, and asked, "Then when are you going to leave?"

"It's not too late, Pengyuan and I are going to Lishi now."

"Thank you!"

"Brother Xu, you are too polite! I have been friends with Daoist Mo Xin for a long time. If he is in trouble, I, Tian Wuji, will not sit idly by!"

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Lishi!

Really green hills!
True Taoism!
The True Taoist Temple is just a small Taoist temple, and there is only one Taoist priest, Mo Xin, in the entire Taoist temple.

There is only one statue in the temple, and that is Emperor Zhenwu.

At this moment, in the Taoist temple, several warriors stood in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, all silent, making the atmosphere a bit depressing.

On the futon in front of the statue, an elderly man sat cross-legged, with a whisk placed between his knees.

The old man was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, bent over, eyes closed, with long white eyebrows, a white goatee, and age spots on his thin face.

It has been almost a month since the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovered, but the old man didn't have the slightest energy fluctuation in his body, which seemed very different.

After a while, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the tall and mighty statue of Emperor Zhenwu, and immediately pressed the ground with one hand, and supported himself up with difficulty.

As the old man got up, the eyes of the several people standing behind him changed slightly. The young man at the head had a look of admiration on his face, and quickly stepped forward to help the old man.

"Thank you!"

With a kind smile on his face, Taoist Mo Xin nodded to the young man who came to help him.

"Prince Daoist, we are here this time not to have any ill intentions for you." The young man carefully supported Taoist Mo Xin, and said in a low voice, "In the previous life, the Holy Maiden won the Yanling Crown from the ancient tomb of Queen Claire. I have secretly investigated the origin of the ancient tomb of the queen, but found nothing. The saint once said that the tomb of the ancient queen has existed for at least ten thousand years, and there are many corpses in it, so it is not a good place."

"Master Daoist, you are an expert in the world, why did you maintain the ancient tomb of the Empress Dowager in your previous life?"

In the previous life, although Daoist Mo Xin tried to prevent the Saintess of Huangquan from snatching the Yanling crown, afterward, the Saintess of Huangquan praised and admired Daoist Mo Xin very much.

Even, the Saintess of Huangquan approached Taoist Mo Xin several times, instead of discussing the Tao, she benefited a lot.

Can!
From the beginning to the end, the Holy Maiden of Huangquan could not get the root of the ancient tomb of the Empress Dowager from Mo Xindao.

Daoist Mo Xin shook his head, "You can't say it, you can't say it."

"Master Daoist, I have great admiration for you. However, this matter has become a knot in the heart of the saint in the previous life. Those of us who are subordinates naturally want to solve problems for the master." Yang Fan squinted his eyes halfway. With a touch of sternness, he said: "The Taoist priest in the previous life had profound Taoism, and I waited like an ant in the hands of the Taoist priest, but you haven't condensed your energy yet..."

"Master Daoist, why do you have to force me to wait until you get rough?"

Daoist Mo Xin stretched out his hand and patted the back of Yang Fan's hand, the smile on his face was still friendly, as if he didn't hear the threat from the other party's words, "Cultivate your mind first when you cultivate martial arts, and when your mind is calm, the road to martial arts will be smooth. Your heart, now Too messy."

Yang Fan sighed helplessly, "Prince Daoist, I am a mortal, and I can't cultivate my body like Priest Daoist."

"Master Daoist, we have been here for three days, and we have already attracted the attention of many forces..."

"Miao Feng!"

Yang Fan helped Daoist Mo Xin into the back hall, and immediately turned to look at a skinny young man.

Miao Feng raised his eyelids and walked slowly towards Taoist Mo Xin.

"Daozhang, I'm sorry!"

"Buzz!!!"

Miao Feng stared at the smiling Daoist Mo Xin, suddenly there were strange ripples in his eyes, layer upon layer, like a whirlpool, captivating and captivating.

Immediately, Daoist Mo Xin's face turned pale, but his smile remained undiminished, and his right hand slowly raised up in the astonished eyes of everyone, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

"puff!!!"

Suddenly!

Miao Feng froze, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, making Mo Xin Daochang covered in blood, and immediately staggered back.

"Snapped!"

Yang Fan hugged Miao Feng, who fell to the ground, and his face darkened.

Miao Feng's lips were purple, and he struggled to straighten himself up, looking at Taoist Mo Xin, who had a solemn treasure face, his voice was hoarse and weak, "The Taoist priest is in a deep state of mind, Miao is ashamed of himself!"

Yang Fan squinted his eyes halfway, with a look of anger on his face, and looked at Daoist Mo Xin, "Daoist, we don't want to use extreme methods, but why do we have to force each other so hard?"

Daoist Mo Xin raised one hand, smiled, met Yang Fan's murderous eyes, and said in a low voice, "The old Taoist planted the cause back then, and today I want to taste the fruit. Don't need to be angry."

"Doctor Zhao has troubled you!" Yang Fan said coldly.

As Yang Fan's voice fell, a doctor in a white coat, surrounded by three nurses, quickly ran towards Mo Xindao.

　[The third update is here, um, hello, my name is Yanlong! 】

　　
　
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