V2.Chapter 87

Seeing this, the village head acquiesced and did not speak.

The cold color in the eyes of the flowers on the street was not reduced, and he sneered in his heart, "it's not all up to you to open your mouth whether it's black or white. Besides, if you want to escape the responsibility, you'd better let my people go first."

The village woman was confused, but the village head understood some truth and glared at the woman. Then she waved her hand to let the steward go. "Excuse me, princess. We are all people from remote areas. If we don't understand the rules, this will be the case. Those who don't know should not be guilty?"

From driving people out, to plundering food, to a really ignorant person is not guilty.

In the eyes of the flower on the stranger, his face was colder, and he gazed at the Taoist priest. "With a few words from a Taoist, you will believe it. Can you not be afraid that he is a fake Taoist, just to cheat money?"

She deliberately provoked, and the Taoist priest really couldn't stand it. He raised his hand and made a ceremony. "If you believe in goodness, you can doubt the poor. But if the old village head is not buried, this Fengshui cave will be useless. If buried elsewhere, it will certainly bring disaster to all sides. Then, the innocence of the poor will be learned."

"Taoist priest, what are you saying? We dare not doubt you. You must not say so." Seeing this, the village head's face was suddenly flustered, and he took the Taoist priest to comfort him.

The corner of the flower's lips slightly raised a cold tip's radian, slowly enunciated, "Taoist priest's words and deeds are so rigorous, but from Maoshan, but from the generation of Qing Dynasty?"

The Taoist priest glanced at the bottom of his eyes and felt a little flustered. However, he pressed down again for a moment, "I believe in good eyesight. I call him Qingyun Zi."

"But Taoist priest, there is no Qing character generation in Maoshan's generation. This is just, I'm just gossiping."

The Taoist priest's face was stiff for a moment, and his face sank instantly. "I don't want to talk about the affairs of the Taoist school in vain. Don't be insincere when you believe in goodness."

"Taoist priest is wrong again." The stranger's eyebrows and eyes did not move, and his voice was extremely calm. "This Maoshan mountain has fallen down a few years ago. You can tell by a little bit that you are not the Taoist priest of Maoshan at all. I think you are the fake Taoist who came to cheat money on purpose!"

The Taoist's face became livid at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the confusion in his eyes was also released.

The people around him suddenly became suspicious when they saw the Taoist's face, but the village head was puzzled, "but aren't all fake Taoists cheating money? The Taoist priest said that I would not accept a cent because of my affinity with Taoism. "

The flower eyes of the stranger carefully analyzed the Taoist's facial expression. Although his face was flustered, it seemed that he was slightly stiff, which seemed to be strange.

Seeing the flowers on the street did not speak, the Taoist priest calmed down and pointed the spearhead at her again. "My Taoist school has always been like this. If you think that it's wrong for me to guide someone who is destined by me, I'll tell you frankly, why do you want to frame me up?"

His innocent words, but the expression on his face did not change, the flowers on the street did not answer, just stare at him, cut water autumn pupil slightly narrowed.

The Taoist priest was a little flustered when he saw him, but before he had time to say more, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled the human skin mask off his face.

The Taoist priest felt his face cool. In a moment, he saw that the flower on the street had pinched the mask of human skin as thin as cicada wings in his hand, and his eyes were cold as ice.