The Taoist Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty was also immersed in such joy. His Majesty was stroking his beard, Yuqing was pacing, and Lingbao was holding a sword. There was joy on his face, and he sighed: "This is the best. It's fun, it's fun, you and I are happy."

They are all teachers without confusion. He resists the final disaster outside the world. When his children come to the world, we should come here."

"yes."

"Haha, that's true. You and I, fellow Taoists, have known each other for many years. Why do we always have to be tit-for-tat?"

The three Taoist ancestors seemed to be reminiscing about the past, with chuckles appearing on their faces.

However, when passing a banquet, the fortune teller in gray robe over there drank too much wine and suddenly sighed with emotion and scratched his head in confusion. Others asked him why he was like this, but he just picked up the wine bottle and didn't mention it for a long time.

After asking several times, he finally said:

"Why are you sighing? I have a curious mind, which is like a monkey scratching my head and I really can't let it go."

The immortal was very curious and asked: "Oh? What is it?"

The gray-robed fortune teller said: "Of course, Emperor Zhenwu is the common disciple of these three Taoist ancestors."

"But which Tao ancestor did he and Fairy Yunqin become disciples of?"

"Even three Taoist ancestors accepted her."

"Then, which one should I worship first?"

"Hey, it's exciting just thinking about it!"

"It's so irritating that my scalp is numb."

Listening is very interested, and the spirit is warning frantically, but this drink is too good.

Spiritual warning, failure.

behind him.

The footsteps of the Sanqing Taoist ancestors all stagnated.

Their eyes met each other, and they were just enjoying each other, smiling briskly.
Chapter completed!