Peerless Taoist

"A casual monk didn't contribute sacrifices and was ready to sit on the same table as me."

"Hehe, look at this picture. It's an abandoned son abandoned by the gods. It's great kindness to let him roll in and see the world. He dares to run here shamelessly."

People around him laughed and looked at Lu Yu.

In order to attend this gathering, they spent a great price to offer sacrifices to Qinglian God.

How could he tolerate those who didn't offer at this time and be on an equal footing with them?

His beard stared at the landing feather and said with a grim smile, "either get out or find a place by yourself. Don't sit with me."

The only empty seat has been kicked into the corner by the beard.

As if on purpose, the chair happened to kick into the pool.

If you want a chair, you need to run to the pool to get it.

With a smile on his face, Lu Yu went straight to his beard.

"Why, do you want to do it?" the beard snorted coldly, and a strong momentum burst out all over the body.

However.

Lu Yu didn't seem to feel the momentum.

"Kill you and you'll have a seat."

Lu Yu stretched out his hand directly and snapped it according to the head of his beard.

Cluck, cluck, boom!

The beard and eyes are wide open. Don't break your neck directly. Your face is still just crazy.

He didn't expect that Lu Yu would make a sudden move.

And this shot did not give him any way to live, and was wiped out in an instant.

The people sitting on the table stood up in shock and pointed to Lu Yu.

"All sit down." Lu Yu's golden dagger sat on his seat, with a momentum of a demon giant.

There are too many people around. Even if such a small thing happens, no one pays attention.

The people who stood up looked at each other and finally returned to their seats.

"This man is really looking for death. Everyone is a brother of the Holy Church. He dares to deliberately provoke. It's not a pity to die." the man close to Lu Yu said quickly.

They were still responding to the beard.

Now, he began to fight back against his beard.

Lu Yu ignored the faces of these people, poured out a bowl of wine and shook his head: "I kind-hearted came to deliver wine, but the God didn't want it. It's a pity that this pot of good wine."

The others didn't know the origin of Lu Yu, so they didn't pick a quarrel.

"The gift ceremony has begun."

Someone noticed the light in the distance and suddenly said.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the center of the open space.

A tall altar was built there. In the center of the altar, there was a statue of Qinglian God, which was seven feet high and towering.

In the description of Qinglian religion, Qinglian God has no gender. Sometimes he incarnates as a man and sometimes as a woman. There are thousands of faces and faces, and there are endless changes.

On the sculpture of Qinglian God, there is no facial features of Qinglian God, only an empty face to everyone.

Yang Ming, who killed his father before, knelt in front of the statue and kept chanting scriptures in his mouth.

"If you offer the head of God's enemy, you can get the blessing of God." the black snake Dharma protector shouted aside.

Yang Ming was so excited that he respectfully presented his father's head to the statue.

As soon as the head was put on, a painful roar came from inside.

The soul of the master of the Yang family was torn directly from his head and swallowed up by the statue in an instant.