There are people around who have changed their clothes, although they are wearing a Tsing Yi shirt.
Tsing Yi hat is a kind of Taoism in this era, which is often practiced to facilitate life, and it does not affect that even Zhang Tianshi wore it when he was a janitor in the Forbidden City.
Wisdom returned to Yuanying, and the child immediately struggled with great strength. The Taoist priest left him dressed and looked around warily.
"You? You? "
Father Dong Yun forgot a lot of things, but he also remembered that after all, his obsession with pure sunshine can trap evil influence’s wisdom mind for two hundred years. He did. He frowned and asked, "Are you from Wudang Mountain?" Where in Zhang Sanfeng? How can I become a baby? "
"This cassock doesn’t look like which pie you are? How is it mixed? "
He looked stupid and forced Wudang, but there were not so many factions. Look at the surrounding environment again. It is indeed familiar with Wudang’s atmosphere.
And the monks are also scrambling to argue that they are indeed Wudang Mountain masters, ancestors and descendants, not cult organizations, but definitely serious through your own hills
"You? And who are you? How dare you wear black? "
When the ancestor Dong Yun saw that Ji Xiang was dressed in black, it was like offering sacrifices to the gods. How can a Taoist usually wear this kind of clothes?
"Which fairy are you going to worship? But how can you wear a black sacrifice when you are so young? "
"You don’t deserve to be the priest."
It is too young to have such a young man to be the chief priest of the gods, which is not only insufficient in ability, qualifications and spells, but also insufficient.
"What are you all looking at me? ！”
Dong Yun’s ancestor grinned, and a large part of his character was damaged by evil influence’s erosion. He showed a state like a 14-year-old boy who was alert to everything.
"Father!"
All the Taoist disciples around him bowed down to the ancestor Dong Yun, even Ji Xiang, which made him almost jump up and scold, "How dare you worship me in this dress!"
"I’m not dead yet … no! What the hell is wrong with you! I remember … I remember … "
He cursed his immature face and suddenly lost his mind-he didn’t even remember what he had done before.
"No, no! In the twelfth year of Kublai Khan, Zhen Chang and Zhang Sanfeng and I came here to repair the Five Dragon Views in the Tang Dynasty … "
"Then … then I took an apprentice …"
"Then …"
In the middle of his eyes, his memory was blank, and there was a huge mistake. He immediately asked, "When is Kublai Khan still alive?"
"How often is Zhang Sanfeng?"
Ji Xiang responded that "it is now the Wanli of Zhu Nian, the surname of the DPRK."
"This year is twenty-five years of Wanli."
"Wanli? Who is Wanli? ! Isn’t the year number yuan! Kublai Khan is dead? "
Ji Xiang "Yuan Shizu has been dead for 300 years"
Dong Yun’s father was puzzled. He looked at the old monks who visited him in Wudang Mountain and immediately said, "What the emperor said is right. The Yuan Dynasty has already passed."
"It’s been three hundred and three years since Yuan Shizu died."
This huge sense of time gap made the newly recovered founder Dong Yun smashed and forced him to look at these people, those gray-haired monks who dragged their feet, the black elephant and finally the Wudang Mountain building.
This place has been turned upside down and destroyed, but in the distance, you can still see some peaks standing like clouds.
When he came to repair this place, there were four places to live.
There are absolutely no buildings like those carved beams and painted buildings on the hills.
"That’s … which big sweat I’m waiting to build?"
"The founder was not a Khan Xiu, but was built by Emperor Taizu and Emperor Chengzu in Wudang during the Dynasty."