Wang Sheng looked up and saw a Taoist priest chewing gum through the light of two talismans.

The man looked twenty-year-old, wearing a dirty Taoist robe, but his lower body was dressed in jeans. His hair, which had originally tied up with Taoist crown, was now scattered.

Wang Sheng did not speak up, and continued to lower his head to think, and took out an ancient book from the Qiankun Ring and made a reading statement.

"Damn it, high-end goods, your ring costs at least hundreds of thousands, right?"

The man opposite chuckled, "Brother, let me say something, are you a real monk?"

This makes people wonder how to save the universe?

The King of Taoists showed helplessness and replied: "It's a monk."

"Oh, what a coincidence, so do I, hahaha..."

Wang Sheng:...

OK.

Wang Sheng temporarily gave up thinking about major events, took over the ancient books in his hand, and smiled and said, "Brother, where are you from?"

The man carried a stool to the light curtain in his single room, and was separated from Wang Sheng's room by a two-meter-wide aisle.

He seemed to feel that the topic he was looking for was too tough, and he felt a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and said honestly:

"My surname is Zhao, my name is Dezhu, and my monk from the Dangying Sect in Donghai.

Now at the late stage of the Jindan, he is good at talismans;

What about you, brother?"

Wang Sheng said: "Skin..."

No, Pikachu was recognized here as soon as he heard about it.

However, Zhao Dezhu on the opposite side smiled, "I'm not too naughty, I'm a sect making up. I'm a casual cultivator, and my cultivation is only in the early stage of the Golden Pill."

Wang Sheng immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes, "My name is Wang Sheng."

"Then what?"

"It's not convenient to disclose."

"Okay, okay, those who are squinting eyes are all big shots, I'll call you big shots," Zhao Dezhu scratched his head, "I just found out that you are not an ordinary monk. How did you come in, big shots?"

Wang Sheng thought for a while: "I passed by a melon field and was called to the police.

What about you? You should have a good cultivation level, why are you caught?"

"Hey, I slept on the street yesterday when I got drunk and I was here when I woke up."

Zhao Dezhu raised his eyebrows at Wang Sheng, stretched out his hand in front, and his fingers penetrated the layer of talisman light film, "Look, this can't trap me, I just have to abide by the rules and not be too rude."

Wang Sheng asked: "What is the current world of cultivation?"

"The world of cultivation? Big guy, you won't have just come out after practicing in the mountains for more than ten years, right?"

"almost."

"ox!

The world is so prosperous, and you can hide in the mountains and practice cultivation," Zhao Dezhu smiled, "It's no longer like five or six years ago, and monks need to restrict their behavior.

If you want to live in a prosperous city, you must be like ordinary people and cannot use your cultivation to do whatever you want."

Wang Sheng nodded with a smile and asked again: "Do you do something wrong, as long as you are not caught?"

Zhao Dezhu sneered, "How could he not be arrested?

The investigation team was not a good meal, so they caused a little trouble, and a group of big men appeared in the war preparation team;

If there is a big trouble, Taoist masters will also end up.

I can’t forget about my cultivation level, but I can’t make trouble.”

Wang Sheng chuckled in his heart. It seemed that the order in his hometown had always been pretty good.

Zhao Dezhu was a silly mouth, and he said nothing without stopping; Wang Sheng heard from such an "ordinary" monk that he could not see on those documents.

Judging from this conversation...

The official has been adjusting the tightness of the monks' control and maintaining the balance between immortals and mortals, and the system in all aspects has been very perfect.

After chatting for about an hour, footsteps came from the corridor.

Wang Sheng sighed in his heart, thinking about what happened to Zhao Dezhu, which was not a big deal, so he asked the visitor from the investigation team to take Zhao Dezhu out together.

However, Taoist Master Wang had just stood up and sorted out the patient's clothes. An old Taoist floated over with a whisk and cursed Zhao Dezhu a few times...

Wang Sheng:...

Feelings of existence, thin.

The old Taoist signed the document, pulled Zhao Dezhu out, and whisked to his butt a few times.

"Master, please help me," Zhao Dezhu said righteously, "He was scared when he was walking around on the road, so he was arrested."

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at Wang Sheng. He didn't care, but he was suddenly stunned. He stared at Wang Sheng carefully and looked at him. The old hands trembled.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Dezhu hurriedly supported his master, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Master, you... Parkinson?"

"No, non-verbal! Sword cultivator does not speak?"

The old Taoist shouted in a trembling voice.

Wang Sheng laughed dryly, now...
Chapter completed!