In Zhushi, in an independent courtyard of a senior official nursing home, it was clean and tidy, and the trees were shady. The usually quiet place was now very lively.
At this moment, a few elders were sitting at the door. One of them had a sage-like appearance. He had silver hair and a green beard and was wearing a Daoist robe. One was wearing a kasaya, with wide eyebrows and eyes, and a calm expression. One of them was dressed in linen clothes and carried a large sack on his back. He had an extraordinary aura.
At first glance, the three of them were all masters of Dao and techniques, but each of them had an arrogant look on their faces.
"Reverend Zitong, are you confident about Professor Zhao's illness?”Tyrant glanced at him and asked indifferently.
"Master Sanxiu seems very confident?”The Daoist replied with a seemingly amiable smile, but anyone could see that there was a hidden meaning in his words.
"Humph! A mere evil creature is not worthy of being punished." Monk Sanxiu smiled arrogantly and closed his eyes. It was unknown whether he was chanting or pretending.
"Mister Xunyang, you didn't say anything today. I wonder if you've noticed anything amiss?”Daoist Master Zitong ignored Monk Sanxiu and turned to look at the old man.
"I'm not that bored. I don't have the time to participate in your contest.”
He spat out this sentence lightly. A hint of anger flashed through Daoist Master Zi Tong's eyes when his intention to drag him into the water was seen through.
"Humph…"
" Amitabha. Daoist Zitong, Mister Xunyang is a powerful person. Do you think he's as stupid as you? Hahahaha…" Seeing Daoist Zitong's stifled expression, Monk Sanxiu immediately laughed happily.
"Bull nose, who are you calling stupid? Do you want to spar with This Penniless Monk?”
" Do you think I'm afraid of you?!!" Daoist Master Zitong got up in a flash and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight. Monk Third Rest also waved his kasaya. The two of them were like street thugs, one unconvinced of the other.
The two of them fought each other, their eyebrows raised and their eyes vertical. Where was the demeanor of an enlightened expert from just now?
At this moment, the courtyard door opened and a group of people walked in. It was Zhao Peixing who had personally brought Xiao Ziyang and Hong Zhengde in. Seeing this, the two of them who were originally full of hostility immediately sat down and quickly tidied up their clothes, returning to their previous noble appearance. Each and every one of them was calm and composed, as if they were an ancient well without ripples.
It was only Mister Xunyang who had a cold heart. The change in their expressions would probably make them laugh out loud.
"Seniors, Zi Yang greets you.”Xiao Ziyang, as a member of the younger generation, followed the tradition of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young.
The three of them looked at Xiao Ziyang with disdain. She didn't even bother to answer him. In their eyes, Zhao Peixing actually invited such a young Taoist back. It was simply a distrust of them and an insult. It would be strange if they gave him a good face.
"Secretary Zhao, do you not trust our strength?!!”Monk Sanxiu's eyebrows shot up as he asked.
"That's right, Little Daoist. The situation here is very serious. You'd better go back or invite your elders over.”Daoist Master Zi Tong's expression was the same. He didn't take care of everyone just because they were both Taoist priests.
"Humph! Secretary Zhao, don't be fooled.”Mister Xunyang also had a look of disdain on his face. After saying that, he closed his eyes and kept rubbing the jade handle with his hands.
"I naturally believe in the strength of the three seniors. However, this Daoist Priest Zi Yang is also a strange person.”Even though Zhao Peixing was in a high position, he was still polite when he needed the help of these people. Even if he was angry, he did not dare to vent it.
Hong Zhengde's face darkened when he saw the three of them looking down on Xiao Ziyang." You three may be famous, but you should be respected."”
As soon as he said this, Reverend Zi Tong and Monk Sanxiu immediately glared at him. Even Mister Xunyang opened his eyes abruptly and stared at Hong Zhengde without blinking.
How could he withstand the pressure of three cultivators pressing down on an ordinary person at the same time?
Hong Zhengbei immediately felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Fear from his soul enveloped his entire body, as if his entire world was about to collapse at any moment. He was so frightened that he retreated continuously. His legs and stomach went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
At this moment, a hand supported him, and a wave of warmth instantly drove away the invisible haze. The discomfort was swept away, and only then did he come back to his senses. He was so frightened that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
"Elder Hong, are you alright?" Xiao Ziyang asked with concern.
"No, I'm fine." Elder Hong's forehead was covered in sweat. He shook his head in shock and revealed a grateful gaze.
"Yes." After nodding and smiling at him, he turned to look at the three people who were slightly surprised. His face instantly darkened, and his brows were almost squeezed together. It could be seen that he was really angry.
They were shocked by Xiao Ziyang's little hand, but they didn't care. After all, he had only exerted a small amount of pressure. Even if Xiao Ziyang could resolve it, it was not enough to prove anything.
However, a young man actually dared to provoke the three of them like this. He deserved to die ten thousand times.
"Stinky cow nose, kneel down and admit your mistake, and I can spare your life…"
"If you don't want to die, kneel down…"
The three of them shouted at the same time, exerting pressure on Xiao Ziyang.
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