In Yaowang town.
A few wisps of green smoke rose and gradually gathered to form a clear figure. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a celestial being.
The two heads squeezed to the front of the incense burner, as if they were fighting to kowtow.
The figure was Yu Qi 'an, the Abbey Dean of deyun Abbey, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The two people who were fighting to offer incense to Yu Qi 'an were his good grand-disciple du Lanke and his good friend Wang longqi.
"What's wrong?" "It's obvious that he only remembered me when something happened. He doesn't usually burn incense and only hugs my feet at the last minute," the old Daoist said leisurely.
"Yi Yi Yi," Wang longqi seemed to have thought of some unsightly scene and said quickly, " "Look at the time, let's not talk about these heavy-tasting things."
"What are you thinking, kid?" The old Daoist snapped.
