Zi Yuan is about thirty years old and looks very handsome. She is the kind of handsomeness unique to oriental men.

A strand of long hair seemed to be deliberately picked out from the forehead, very sexy.

There is an indescribable feeling when smiling... a demon.

Yes, it's the evil spirit.

It seems that the man in front of him is a monster who has achieved success in cultivation.

Chen Yang noticed that Zi Yuan did not report his own home, but simply reported the report number.

"You're very young."

Zi Yuan smiled: "In recent times, Taoist sects have been talking about you. At a young age, they have learned the true method, calling the wind and rain, suppressing the torrent, and even Huang Taixian, who has raised his wisdom, wants to worship you."

His tone of speaking was very ordinary, and he couldn't tell whether he was ridiculing or appreciating, as if he was talking about a common past.

Chen Yang couldn't understand what he meant, so he asked curiously: "I am so famous now?"

Zi Yuan was stunned. This kid had a weird reaction.

"Yes, you are very famous. Even Wen Ziyuan has heard of you. Of course you are famous."

"You are also very famous?"

"My common name is definitely not as good as yours. In the Taoist sect, there shouldn't be many who don't know me."

“Which mountain is fellow Taoist?”

Wen Ziyuan smiled: "Xunzhen asked, and traveled around."

Chen Yang suddenly realized that this was a Taoist priest from You Fang.

He glanced at the Taoist priests on the flowing mat: "So are they?"

There are so many Taoist priests in the air and still appear together, which is rare.

Taoist priest You Fang is actually quite miserable.

Few people take the initiative to be Taoist priest You Fang. In the past, Taoist priest You Fang was almost like a homeless man.

When Li Qingfeng came to Lingshan City during the war, you can also say that he was a Taoist priest You Fang, after all, he had no home.

But Wen Ziyuan is not like that.

The clothes he wore were very clean and his hair was smooth, and he looked very particular.

"They are the magnificent Taoist priests, and I am not familiar with them."

Wen Ziyuan has a bit of a clear idea of ​​being indifferent to each other.

Chen Yang said oh, "Then why are you here together?"

Wen Ziyuan smiled, glanced at the longevity coffin behind Faming, and said, "Come and verify some things."

"I'm a little hungry, so I'll talk back."

Wen Ziyuan walked to the flowing water mat, sat down and ate.

Chen Yang turned his head and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Fa Chu shook his head: "I haven't heard it."

"Then he said that there are not many people who don't know him, and bragging is also a good player."

Chen Yang curled his lips, and when he thought of what he had just said, he couldn't help frowning.

Determine something?

Could it be that I came to find out the cause of Song Jingwei's death?

What's the point of checking this kind of thing?

If you have a little bit of knowledge, you can tell the cause of death by taking a glance.

But no one will say anything, individuals have their own lives.

This is Song Jingwei's own choice, and no one else is qualified to meddle in other people's business.

"I'll answer a call."

Chen Yang took out his cell phone and walked to the intersection. Xuan Yu called him again.

"Did you go down the mountain?" Xuan Yu asked as soon as the phone was connected.

"Um?"

"I'm getting off the subway and I'll be at Qingfeng Temple right away."

"You're here?"

"We must come. Master and uncle can't come. Someone must come to Baiyun Temple."

Chen Yang said oh, "I've arrived. Come here. The one standing at the intersection is me."

"Where is the face?"

Less than two minutes after hanging up the phone, Xuan Yu walked over on the way to the subway entrance.

"Sleep with me in the woods at night."

This is the first sentence when Xuan Yu met.

Chen Yang was covered in black lines: "Let's talk about it tonight."

"I'll go and burn incense first."

Xuan Yu walked over, lit a stick of incense, and said to Faming: "I came to Baiyun Temple on behalf of him. When I was alive, I had a connection with my family teacher. When I learned that the teacher had passed away, my family teacher was deeply saddened and mourned."

"Thank you." Faming bowed deeply.

There are very few people coming after the master's funeral.

In the past, I had close relationships and had many contacts, but basically no one of them came.

Instead, Chen Yang came, and Baiyun Temple, which was far away in the capital, came.

"Wen Ziyuan?" Xuan Yu narrowed his eyes, recognized the man who was feasting, and frowned, "Why did he come too?"

Chen Yang asked: "Do you know each other?"

"There are few who don't know him."

Xuan Yu snorted and added: "After all, this guy is notorious."

"Notfamous? What did he do?"

"You know him... wait, someone is here." Xuan Yu raised his chin, Chen Yang looked, and two monks came.

The two monks walked up and folded their hands together: "My brothers and sisters, come to pay their respects on behalf of the master of the family."

"Thanks."

The two monks finished cooking incense and stepped back.

The tender-faced monk pulled the handsome monk and said, "Senior brother, he is Brother Xuanyang."

"See it, don't report it to me like a parrot."

The two of them are the true consciousness and the vacuum.

They came over and saw Xuan Yu: "You are here too? You came specially from the capital?"

"All monks are here. As a fellow disciple, how can you not come?"

Jade sneered and turned his fingers: "Look at it yourself, there are only one of the dozen tables sitting there, not yet full."

Xuan Yu's old face turned red, but fortunately, Jade Vacuum didn't say much in this regard.

He winked at Chen Yang: "I'll say a few words to you."

"What can't you say here? I'm his senior brother, let me know."

"What does it have to do with you? Why are you joining in the fun?"

"I just like to join in the fun. If you don't say it, I will ask myself if you don't want to go back."

"Why are you so owed?" Zhenkong saw his dog-skin plaster and said to Chen Yang: "What you said on the phone yesterday is the funeral of the abbot Jingwei?"

"I've calculated the time. What I told you to me does not conflict. You should be able to come, right?"

Xuan Yu hooked Chen Yang's neck: "What did he tell you? Let me tell you my senior brother to help you with your reference."

Chen Yang said: "He invited me to the Chinese Monks' Association."

Xuan Yu was stunned, then pointed at Zhenkong and scolded: "Are you sick?"

Jamura stared at her eyes: "Who are you scolding?"

"I'm scolding you! I'll scold you! If you are not sick, can Xuanyang participate in the Chinese Monks' Association?"

"Don't point your finger at me, point me to turn against you."

"I just point at you and scold you, the bald donkey, I know that you are not at ease. Did you set up some tricks to let Xuan Yang go over and step on the thunder?"
To be continued...