"No!" Uncle Yang shook his head, "The official will not let Yuanshi Tianzun die."

Everyone stopped talking, each remained silent, trying to recall the scene before the master "lost control", trying to remember Yuanshi Tianzun's mouth shape, but his position was too far in front, everyone could only see his back, not him s face.

After a long time, the alluring bank teller clicked his tongue and said:

"Today is really interesting, Yuanshi Tianzun is actually a more surly and dangerous person than us, and he came prepared, holding back his big move to show the master.

"Xiaoyuan, you have known him the longest and are the most familiar with him. Do you know his situation?"

Everyone looked at Madoka.

Since leaving the Buddhist hall, Xiaoyuan's brows have not been stretched. After thinking about it, she said:

"His mental state is indeed problematic, especially extreme, but it should not be so exaggerated, and it is possible."

After a pause, she sighed: "I didn't tell you guys what happened in the dungeon in detail. He was possessed by the boss in the dungeon, and he paid a huge price to reverse the situation."

Madoka narrated what happened in the dungeon.

Everyone listened in silence. Kou Beiyue already knew these things, so he didn't want to listen any more. He looked around and saw the little fat man squatting in the corner, hugging his knees, looking like he was abandoned by the world, but he didn't want to disturb the world. Attention gesture.

"What's wrong with you?" Kou Beiyue leaned forward and asked.

The little fat man raised his head, his eyes were dull, and he had nothing to love, "Boss, I want to go back to the Southern School"

"Why?"

"Just treat me as dead. Social death is also death. When you die socially somewhere, the best way is to develop elsewhere." The little fat man said sadly.

"Oh, then you go."

"Huh? Boss, don't you want to keep me?"

"There's no need to hold you back. I'll pass on your past stories to the black market later. When you die in the Nanpai, you'll come back."

"Boss, you have been playing the fire master, right? You are actually a cunning bewitching demon."

"Are you stupid, I was originally a bewitching demon."

Quaint and quiet Buddhist temple.

Zhang Yuanqing panted heavily, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. After panting like this for a long time, his chaotic heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the tearing feeling in his soul also slowed down a lot.

Finally having the energy to speak, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath:

"Master, do you still remember the Xiaoyao organization?"

"Amitabha, the past is like smoke, why bother to mention it again." Master Wuhen's voice was low, mixed with pain, "How did the benefactor know about the poor monk's past?"

"The spirit of the zoo told me." Zhang Yuanqing said.

This time, Master Wuhen was silent for a few seconds before replying:

"Why did it tell you?"

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the quietly burning candle, smelling the scent of incense, but hesitated a little when the matter came to an end.

Before coming, he had seen the face and the astrology, and used Xiahou Aotian's divination props to give himself a divination, and finally reported today's itinerary to Fu Qingyang and Fu Qingxuan. JrNovels.com