The End of the Emperor's Industry

Gu Xiaoyu, if there is an afterlife, I, Mo Bai, will never see you again...

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Qingyun Mountain is towering, together with the "Wangchen Temple" above it, looming in the endless clouds and mist of the sky, it is quite a bit like a fairy place outside the world.

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao. Name can be named, very famous. Nameless, the beginning of all things. Named, the mother of all things..."

On the bank of Qingshui Lake behind Wangchen Temple, although the autumn wind is howling, the Taoist priests in uniform silver-gray Taoist clothes are not afraid of the gloomy weather, and they all sit cross-legged on the cool ground, closing their eyes and meditating.Dressed in white clothes, with a jade crown and blue silk, the man with a beautiful face also sat cross-legged in front of the crowd, his beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and his pink thin lips were also muttering words.

A few months ago, Mo Bai, the old master of the Wangchen Temple, became immortal, benevolent and spiritual, and won the hearts of the people. Naturally, he was elected as the new master, saying: Wangchen.

Qingyun hides Mobai, with a clear and charming appearance, not stained with dust.If you can look back with a smile, even if you die, you are willing.

Speaking of this, Mo Bai, although he is a mortal, is famous in the six realms because of his appearance that surpasses the heavens and immortals.How many emperors and nobles, demons and supreme beings, want to cultivate a hundred-year friendship with him, but this person is withdrawn and devoted to Taoism, ignoring the world, which is really a pity.

It's just that the world of mortals has been disturbed since ancient times.

Rather than spending my life in vain, it would be better to be free and unrestrained.

"The viewer is subjective, it's not good, it's not good!"

Here, Mo Bai was practicing Taoism with his disciples without distraction, but he saw the gatekeeper walking in a hurry.

"Qingxin, what happened?" Seeing this, Mo Bai slowly stood up and asked calmly.

Qingxin couldn't help panting heavily, and then said: "Monastery Master, it's not good, it's not good, the monks of Shenggui Temple are coming to Qingyun Mountain in groups to find fault!"

To say that this "Shenggui Temple" is originally a centuries-old temple located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the gap with this "Wangchen Temple" is by no means a one-day cold.

The seven-year-old monk of Shenggui Temple was originally a narrow-minded person. Now that Mo Bai has a good reputation and Wangchen Temple is very popular because of him, he naturally feels uncomfortable in his heart.

Whenever he catches any opportunity, he will turn small things into big ones, and make use of them, in order to destroy the "Wangchen View" in Qingyun Mountain and become unique.

"Cut...it's that seven-year-old monk again..." Mo Baiqing frowned slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

The people in Shenggui Temple are definitely not kind. At this time, according to common sense, Mo Bai should panic.

However, he heard this, but he sat down and poured tea, his face was calm, and he was not in a mess.On the other hand, seeing this with a pure heart, he only thought that Mo Bai was unwilling to intervene and was deeply entangled.

"Monastery Lord, the person who came with seven yuan is not good, why are you not worried at all, and you are still sitting here drinking tea, this..."

"It doesn't work, does it?" Mo Bai tilted his head slightly, looked up at the anxious and clear-hearted person beside him, and said, "This person Qiyuan has never stopped, if I have to go to war for him every time, it will make people's hearts go away." Anxiety, I, the master of the temple, might as well be inappropriate..." Mo Bai vowed.Qingxin opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but seeing Mo Bai's calm and confident appearance, she swallowed the words that came to her mouth.