The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Wanning Palace is not far from Wanfu Palace.

In comparison, Wanning Palace is smaller and has fewer people.

Just like going to Wanfu Palace, a little Taoist stopped them.

This time Li Muchen didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the little Taoist priest and broke in.

When they got inside, they were stopped by several Taoist priests, who formed a battle formation. Of course, they were no match for Li Muchen, and they broke into the inner hall without any effort.

At this time, a large circle of Taoist priests surrounded them.

These Taoist priests were shocked and angry, but they were also afraid of Li Muchen's methods and did not dare to get close.

Some people also quietly called Wanfu Palace to ask for help, but the strange thing was that after Wanfu Palace heard about it, they didn't say anything and even asked them if they had eaten.

The Taoist priest who made the phone call cursed in his heart.

Li Muchen stood in front of the statue of Maoshan Saint Patriarch Tao Hongjing in the inner hall and stood in silence for half a minute to show respect.

Then said:

"Tell Yuan Ding to come out. I'm too lazy to go in. If you don't come out, I will demolish your Wanning Palace."

His voice spread far away.

No Taoist priest in Wanning Palace dared to challenge him.

After a moment of silence, there was still no reply. Li Muchen sneered and said to Mashan, "Brother Mashan, should we demolish the temple first, or the statues of their ancestors?"

Mashan said: "Demolish it together!"

The Taoist priests were frightened when they heard this.

If the statue of the Patriarch was smashed in front of them, then they would all die.

At this moment, a vague voice came from nowhere:

"Who came to Wanning Palace to act wild and force this Taoist master to come out of seclusion?"

I saw the stone wall at the back of the hall parting to both sides, revealing a deep passage.

After a while, a figure appeared in the passage.

This man walked slowly, but with his appearance, the whole hall became depressed, as if a mountain had walked in.

"Welcome Master to leave the customs!"

The Taoist priests outside the hall shouted in unison.

The man walked out of the passage and stood in front of Tao Hongjing's portrait, facing Li Muchen's west eyes.

I saw him wearing a purple Taoist robe with gold trim, holding a fly whisk in his arms, and wearing a Nine-Yang scarf on his head. He looked like a fairy and looked quite wealthy.

"Are you Yuan Dingyi?"

"Yes, I am poor Dao Yuan Dingyi, the abbot of Wanning Palace. Who is your Excellency? Why are you here?"

"Two things." Li Muchen didn't talk nonsense. "The first thing is that more than ten years ago, during the dispute between the Lang Group and the eight wealthy families in Jiangdong, you used despicable means to set up a situation, which caused Mr. Lang's family to be ruined. Today, Mr. Lang and I are together. Rise up and demand justice.”

Yuan Ding touched his gray beard and did not deny it. He smiled and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Lang, and he also found a master."

As he said that, he gave Li Muchen a meaningful look.

Then he looked at Lang Yuwen and said, "Back then, Xiang Yu was besieged in the west and committed suicide in Wujiang River. He returned to Jiangdong without shame. After all, Mr. Lang is knowledgeable and knows how to tolerate better than the overlord of Chu."

Lang Yuwen now hates this person even more than he hates the eight wealthy families. He snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "I wonder how much money Chang Nian received from the eight wealthy families? I can pay double!"

Yuan Dingyi's expression remained unchanged, he smiled and shook his head: "You can't afford it."

Lang Yuwen didn't expect him to answer like this. He was stunned for a moment and couldn't imagine what benefits the Eight Families had given him.

Yuan Dingyi looked at Li Muchen again and said: "The fact that you broke into Wanning Palace shows that you have some ability. Please sign up and tell me which sect you belong to? I'll tell your teacher and ask them to spank you less." .”

"Master, his name is Li Muchen, and he is the newly promoted first grandmaster in Nanjiang!" said a Taoist priest next to him.

"So he's the grandmaster!" Yuan Dingyi smiled contemptuously, "Number one in Nanjiang? Haha, is He Changchun so unimproved? Let a young man compete with you?"

He laughed loudly as he spoke, completely ignoring Li Muchen.

After laughing, he said: "Give you a chance, how do you want to die? I can satisfy you. Of course, if you don't choose, I can help you choose. I have been in seclusion for more than ten years and have studied some new Taoism. There is no such thing as Local experiments.”

Li Muchen couldn't help but said amusedly: "Old Taoist, I just said I came to you for two things, aren't you curious about the other thing?"

Yuan Ding shook his head and said: "You are young and you have become a master of martial arts. You can be a little crazy. But you are crazy in the wrong place and the wrong person. There is heaven outside the world, there are people outside the world, and above martial arts, there is even more immortal way. You The master I am so proud of is not even considered a beginner in front of me."

He paused for a moment, as if waiting to see a joke, but when he didn't see the expression he wanted on Li Muchen's face, he felt disappointed and his face changed slightly.

"You're going to die soon. It doesn't matter whether it's one or two deaths."

"You're right, things about dead people don't matter. I originally wanted to ask about Gong Lingyan, but you're going to die soon, so I might as well not ask."

When Yuan Ding heard the words Gong Lingyan, his expression changed drastically and he asked, "Do you know Gong Lingyan? Who are you?"

Suddenly he stared at Li Muchen, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Your surname is Li...could it be that you are...like...like..."

Li Muchen knew that he had recognized his identity, so he looked sharply and said, "The second thing I came to see you for is to ask, what happened to the Li family back then?"

Yuan Dingyi burst out laughing: "Boy, do you really want to know what happened to the Li family back then? But if you knew, it would not only be of no use to you, but you might even go crazy."

Li Muchen frowned, wondering what Yuan Dingyi's words meant.

Yuan Dingyi stopped laughing and looked at him coldly.

"Boy, I really didn't expect that Gong Lingyan and Li Yunhua's child is still alive. But it doesn't matter anymore. You will die today anyway. You can't blame me for this. You came here to seek death yourself."

"So, you were responsible for the murder of the Li family back then?" Li Muchen said coldly.

"If you want to say that, then let it be. It doesn't matter what you think anyway, it doesn't matter what the dead think, right? Hahahaha..."

Yuan Dingyi laughed again.

The laughter suddenly became dark and unpredictable.

Even the Taoist priests outside the temple felt terrified after hearing this, wondering what had happened to their master.

"Gong Lingyan, Gong Lingyan! You can't believe that the last bit of blood between you and Li Yunhua will die in my hands! Who told you not to listen to me, who told you to refuse to obey me! If you followed How could I end up like that!"

Yuan Dingyi's voice was filled with jealousy and hatred.

His face began to become ferocious, and his eyes showed a fierce light. He waved the dust whisk in his hand, and the dust threads fluttered towards Li Muchen.

This whisk was the culmination of his lifelong skills and decades of hatred.

He wanted to destroy the face in front of him that reminded him of another person and made him feel very uncomfortable when he saw it, just like destroying the face that made him jealous back then.

He seemed to see their pain and regret. They were kneeling pitifully in front of him and begging him to let their children go...