After Tang Wenlin observed Yan Ning, Yan Ning suddenly found that Monk Kongyu and Hu Daoming were walking towards their seats with their arms around each other.

The two of them talked and laughed along the way, as if no one was around, and they didn't care about their image. They were like two little brothers in the city. Hu Daoming even stuffed the wine gourd on his waist to Kong Yu, but Kong Yu refused when he thought about the occasion.

But Yan Ning found that his expression seemed to be not afraid of drinking at all.

"Hello, friend Yan Ning!" Monk Kongyu came to Yan Ning, greeted him, and sat behind the long table in front of Yan Ning with Hu Daoming.

Hu Daoming turned his head and grinned at Yan Ning.

Zhuang Xiaoya pouted and asked Monk Kongyu: "Master Kongyu, why are you mingling with this weird uncle?"

"Brother Meng is my friend for many years." Monk Kongyu turned around, folded his hands together, and smiled at Zhuang Xiaoya:

"During the turbulent times, we brothers traveled together to dangerous places. If we hadn't taken advantage of this Luotian Grand Ceremony, we wouldn't know when we would meet."

Yan Ning and others looked at Hu Daoming with strange eyes, thinking how could Master Kongyu be with such a sloppy weird uncle?

But no one doubted that it was the eccentric uncle's Taoism. Putting aside his character, his Taoism is definitely above Yan Ning and others. The reason why Zhuang Xiaoya was able to knock him away was definitely because of surprise. If he did it again, Zhuang Xiaoya would not even have a chance to take action.

"The Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin. Take a look. I haven't seen that smelly old man Zhang Daofeng for three years!" Hu Daoming took a sip of wine and said carelessly.

Kong Yu felt the puzzled eyes of Yan Ning and others, and explained: "I, Brother Meng, Daofeng, and the smelly **** in Laoshan, the four of us entered the world together."

Yan Ning and the others were so surprised that they couldn't help but be surprised.

Several well-known figures in the Taoist dynasty have become **** in Kong Yu's mouth?

Seeing that the few people were surprised, Hu Daoming couldn't help but smile with a smug smile, without any airs. Monk Kongyu saluted the few people again, and then turned his head to chat with Hu Daoming.

Withdrew his gaze, Yan Ning took a light breath and looked at the nine-story altar in front of him.

Tang Zixuan pinched his cell phone aside, looked at the altar for a while, and looked at the phone for a while, with a nervous look, and kept nagging why the Great Master hadn't come back yet.

Yan Ning was also curious about the identity of this great master. He once met a man named Nanfeng Taoist priest at the Gang Sect. He kept saying that he was the head of Longhu Mountain, that is, the great master of Longhu Mountain. But Yan Ning didn't know what the fact was. If he could see the great master today, Yan Ning's doubts would be solved.

But as time passed, the great master still did not appear, and Yan Ning found that the faces of the two elders on the altar became increasingly ugly.

Dong...

The sound of a Taoist priest hitting the bell came from the bell tower in the distance. Tang Zixuan immediately sat decadently on the cushion and sighed: "I'm in trouble now, the great master has indeed not come back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Tang Zixuan's master Zhang Rushan walking to the middle, and his position was replaced by another elder.

"Is this going to start?" Zhuang Xiaoya asked.

Tang Zixuan nodded helplessly: "The Great Master has not come back, so I can't delay the time, so my master must take it."

Yan Ning nodded slightly and looked at the three altars intently. Such an important Taoist ritual is not common. He can have more knowledge when he participated in the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time.

Zhang Rushan looked serious and picked up a jade plaque from the altar, stood in front of him, then lowered his head slightly, raised the jade plaque over his shoulder, and said solemnly: "There are many Luotians in the world in the eight directions, and there are five-star and twenty-eight constellations. Today, Longhu Mountain is in charge of the heavenly order to hold a ceremony to worship the gods Luotian. Please wipe out the filth and ensure the prosperity of Taoism!"

Zhang Rushan's voice was loud and resounded throughout the square. The representatives from all sides below also stopped talking and their expressions became respectful.

"Next, the ceremony begins. Zhang Rushan, the elder of the old Taoist Longhu Mountain, respectfully invites the third ancestor to burn incense..."

"etc!"

A shout came, and Zhang Rushan's movements suddenly stopped. Even Yan Ning saw his wrinkled face and couldn't help but twitch. At such a solemn juncture, who had such courage to cause trouble?

Everyone calmed down, and suddenly a squeaking sound came from behind the square. Everyone turned around and saw a young man rushing into the square quickly on his bicycle!

"Give it, give it! The Great Master of Longhu Mountain is sitting behind me!"

The young man was sweating all over his head and kept shouting. He had no idea how many people's feet were pressed along the way, and finally he shook his tail and stopped in front of the gate.

"Damn, I'm so tired!"

After the young man stopped, he threw the car directly and lay on the ground and gasped.

"Ouch! I'm still in the car!"

With a scream, a sloppy old man got up from the ground in a mess, and even kicked the young man and scolded, "You little brat, don't care about your master's life or death?"

The young man covered his ears and screamed: "Who told you to take the bus to see the beauty, but it ended up delaying the time!"

"Hey, you bastard, you..."

"Ahem!"

Just as the sloppy old man and the young man were quarreling, the elder Zhang Rushan, who could not bear it, suddenly coughed a few times. The sloppy old man then reacted: "Ouch! I forgot about this!"

Zhang Rushan looked at the sloppy old man helplessly.

"Hi! Long time no see, Xiaoshan Mountain, you seem to have grown taller again!" The sloppy old man greeted Zhang Rushan.

When the guests who sat down heard this, they couldn't help but sweat. What was this sloppy old man? Even Zhang Rushan, the eldest elder of Longhu Mountain, turned into a "small mountain" in his mouth?

It seems that the young man just said that this sloppy old man is the great master of Longhu Mountain. So he is Zhang Daofeng?!

Monk Kongyu shook his head helplessly, while Hu Daoming excitedly raised the wine gourd in his hand over his head and waved to the sloppy old man: "Hey, Nanfeng! Your fathers are here!"

The sloppy old man turned around and smiled: "Get out! Brother Meng, bald, are you two grandsons here too?!"

"Great Heavenly Master!" Zhang Rushan saw that Zhang Daofeng had the intention of chatting, so he quickly spoke up to stop him. Zhang Daofeng was startled and looked at Zhang Rushan with some depression: "Oh, don't pay too much attention to form!"

"The Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin, so please come up quickly."

Zhang Rushan shook his head helplessly, took a step back, and walked to the position he should stand. Zhang Daofeng hesitated for a moment and went up to the third level of the altar, but his movements were extremely slow.
Chapter completed!