Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

Wen Zhong instantly fought with the Peng Demon King to prevent the Peng Demon King from killing the Yin and Shang soldiers.

War broke out again in Beihai, but this time the morale of the Yin merchants was at its peak.

There is no suppression from the opposite Daluo Jinxian. There was only one Jiao Demon King, and his cultivation level was not as good as that of Wen Zhong, who enjoyed great business fortune. The war soon became one-sided.

In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi was the only one sitting in the main hall looking at the Dharma mirror. When Huiyu came back with Ji Meng and Bai Ze, he asked Qingfeng and Mingyue to prepare enlightenment tea.

Over the years, there are fewer and fewer old friends from that generation. Although they have no friendship, Zhen Yuanzi is willing to help them with small things.

"Sit down, you don't have to be polite with me. My Wuzhuang Temple is not a hierarchical sect, and I don't have that much airs."

Seeing Ji Meng and Bai Ze bowing respectfully, Zhen Yuanzi felt bored.

"Thank you, saint!" Ji Meng thanked him and straightened up, sitting next to the tea cup.

Bai Ze looked at the empty seat next to Zhen Yuanzi: "May I ask the saint, is Saint Hongyun here? Since the two of us are here, we should pay homage to Saint Hongyun."

"He! He's chasing after him." Zhen Yuanzi chuckled.

Bai Ze: "The saint's power is boundless."

"This tea is made from the innate spiritual roots of a tree in my Wuzhuang Temple. You can try it!" Zhen Yuanzi arrived.

"Thank you, saint." Ji Meng quickly picked up the teacup.

When they just sat down, they asked about the thick Tao Yun and knew that this was Wuzhuang Temple's famous Enlightenment Tea. If it wasn't for the sake of etiquette, I would have finished it in one gulp just now.

Zhen Yuanzi: "I have sent a message to the demon world Hongchen, and he will personally pick you up at the western border."

Although Hongchen is a quasi-sage and his magic power is inferior to that of Jie Yin, because Zhen Yuanzi is holding my body, even if he is injured, he can return to Zhen Yuanzi's body. What awaited Jie Yin was yet another disaster, so Jie Yin did not dare to take action against Hong Chen.

"Thank you, saint!" Bai Ze thanked him again. He was also afraid of going to the Demon Realm through the west. He didn't expect Zhen Yuanzi to consider it so comprehensively. It was a blessing.

When Ao Bing came back with the Jiao Demon King, Ji Meng and Bai Ze had already drank cup after cup of tea.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't like to chat with others, let alone two people he had only met before but was not familiar with, so he simply asked Qingfeng Mingyue to serve them tea and replace it when it was gone.

In this way, Ji Meng and Bai Ze feel more comfortable. They don't have to thank each other for a while, and they can also drink a lot of enlightenment tea.

"Master!" Ao Bing walked in with the Jiao Demon King and saluted Zhen Yuanzi.

"Master, this is the son of senior Kunpeng. Senior Kunpeng asked his disciples to bring him to Wuzhuang Temple, saying that he was apprenticed."

The Jiao Demon King plopped down on the ground and was about to kowtow and worship.

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at him indifferently, and the Jiao Demon King was stopped by the invisible air current and could not bow down.

The Jiao Demon King instantly felt panic. Could it be that the saint was unwilling to accept him as his disciple?

Fortunately, Zhen Yuanzi didn't have the bad taste of seeing others anxious, and he said happily: "Your master is not me, get up and go out and wait!"

Ao Bing stretched out his hand to help the Jiao Demon King and whispered: "Come out and wait!"

The Jiao Demon King did not dare to question, and followed Ao Bing out before asking, "Do I want to be a disciple of Saint Hongyun?"

Ao Bing: "There are only two saints in Wuzhuang Temple, either my master or Hongyun Saint!"

"What about Saint Hongyun?" Ao Bing could not sympathize with the Jiao Demon King's eagerness.

"I don't know." Ao Bing shook his head.