"Cough cough cough …"
Pang Bo's loud questioning caused everyone in the carriage to fall into a strange atmosphere. Moments later, coughing sounds could be heard from the carriage.
A few of them even had their faces turn slightly red.
Laozi? He is your father?
Everyone's gaze shifted between the Yimo Emperor, who had a pale face, and the stunned Laozi, who was sitting on the ground. Then, they glanced at the furious Pang Bo. All of them had a strange expression on their faces.
At the same time, everyone felt lucky that they were not the ones rebuking the Yimo Emperor. At the same time, they reminded themselves not to call Laozi 'Laozi' in the future.
Tai Qing Sage and the Great Vice President looked at each other and nodded their heads. They understood from each other's eyes that Laozi was not me.
The Yimo Emperor's eyes were extremely dark. He swatted away Pang Bo's hand. He did not use any strength. The rules of Wanjie Lou stated that he could not kill any living beings.
"I will say it again. He is Laozi, not my father."
The Yimo Emperor's hands turned white and his heart was filled with killing intent. Once he had the chance, he would definitely kill this lowly ant.
He could already imagine that when he returned to Wanjie Lou, he, the Yimo Emperor, would have another father in Wanjie Lou.
He glanced at the Demon God Huang Feng Xiu and saw a tinge of mockery in his eyes.
What happened in the carriage today would definitely be spread by the Demon God Huang Feng Xiu in Wanjie Lou.
He, the Yimo Emperor, would become Laozi's' son '.
Pang Bo, "… …"
Laozi, "… …"
Zhou Yang and the rest, "… …"
"He is your Laozi. He is not your father."
Pang Bo staggered. His weak body could not stand steadily and he almost fell to the ground after being pushed by the Yimo Emperor.
However, Pang Bo did not give in. He shouted angrily. His pale face was slightly red from anger and his eyes looked like they were about to spit fire.
In his eyes, the Yimo Emperor was trash. You think that the old man in front of you is your Laozi but you refuse to admit that he is your father. How can there be such an unfilial son in the world?
"You cannot blame him for this."
Black lines appeared on Laozi's forehead as he pursed his lips.
The term 'Laozi' was a form of respect that people used to address them. He did not expect that the term 'Laozi' would become what it was today.
"Look at how sensible your father is. As his son, can't you understand your own father?"
When Pang Bo heard his father's explanation, he became even more furious.
At first, he thought that it was his father who had done something to make the Yimo Emperor refuse to acknowledge him as his father. Now that he saw how reasonable his father was, he knew that it was most likely the Yimo Emperor's fault.
Furthermore, the Yimo Emperor had a feminine appearance. This man was a scheming person.
"Stop arguing. Neither of you did anything wrong. You'll find out soon enough."
Zhou Yang shook his head. It was not Pang Bo's fault. The first thing he thought of when he called him Laozi was the relationship between father and son.
"You can call him Li Er or Li Dan."
Zhou Yang glanced at the Yimo Emperor, who was filled with killing intent. Finally, his gaze landed on Pang Bo.
Pang Bo was slightly taken aback. When he saw the people around him nodding their heads, he scratched his head and smiled apologetically at the Yimo Emperor.
"Your name is Li Er. It's the same as my name in history. No wonder he calls you Laozi."
Pang Bo's face revealed a look of relief. However, seeing that the carriage was almost at the foot of Mount Tai, he did not intend to ask others to give up their seats for old men like Laozi and Confucius.
"Get off the carriage!"
After Zhou Yang got the AI to stop the carriage, he turned around and said to the people in the carriage.
Everyone in the carriage stood up and walked down. They were all very interested in the majestic Mount Tai in front of them.
When Zhou Yang and his group alighted from the carriage, they attracted the attention of many travelers. There were even some who took out their phones and took pictures.
That was because Zhou Yang and his group were too unique. They looked like they were filming a movie.
Fortunately, it was not a weekend or a holiday. Hence, there were not many people climbing the mountain.
Otherwise, Zhou Yang and his group would be surrounded by the travelers.
"Ye."
When Pang Bo alighted from the carriage, he saw a group of people not far away. One of them was his best friend, Ye Fan.
Pang Bo thanked Zhou Yang again and ran towards Ye Fan. He had not seen Ye Fan for a long time.
"Pang Bo, didn't you say you weren't coming?"
When Ye Fan saw the familiar figure, he was slightly excited and ran towards Pang Bo.
The two of them hugged each other tightly, attracting many strange gazes.
"I was almost too late. In the end, I still hitched a ride with them."
Pang Bo pointed at Zhou Yang and his group. There was a tinge of relief in his tone.
He was about to awaken the Demon God's bloodline in his body and he was not feeling well at the reunion. Hence, he did not plan to come.
However, after he had awakened his bloodline, something happened in between, and it made him rush to Mount Tai again.
Ye Fan's gaze followed Pang Bo's gaze and a tinge of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Zhou Yang and his group were dressed too strangely. They had different styles and were from different times. Some of them were even wearing armor.
His thoughts were similar to the others. They were a group of actors.
However, Ye Fan's gaze lingered on Laozi, Confucius, the Grand Pure One, and the others for a long time.
Ye Fan was filled with curiosity about ancient culture. He had carefully read the Yellow Emperor's Internal Canon, Huainanzi, Classic of Mountains and Seas, Tao Te Ching, and other ancient classics.
Hence, he was filled with yearning for the mythical world mentioned in these books.
The faces of Laozi and the others made him think of two words: white hair, ruddy complexion, and sage-like demeanor.
Perhaps' white hair, ruddy complexion 'was not suitable to describe Laozi and the others. Although their faces looked like the faces of old people, there was a hint of a frown.
This made Ye Fan extremely curious. If not for the reunion, Ye Fan would definitely not be able to resist discussing the way of health with Laozi and the others.
"You can walk around Mount Tai as you please, but you are not allowed to destroy anything. You must reach Jade Emperor Peak before dusk."
Zhou Yang instructed the people around him.
The nine dragons pulling the coffin relied on the five-colored altar on Mount Tai and some special formation patterns to determine the coordinates. If the five-colored altar and the formation patterns were destroyed, it was very likely that the final landing position of the nine dragons pulling the coffin would be destroyed.
Some people nodded and walked up the stairs in twos and threes to climb Mount Tai. Some people chose to stay and planned to climb the mountain with Zhou Yang.
"This mountain is really tall. It's the tallest mountain I've ever seen."
"Mount Tai is really strange. I really hope to see the original appearance of Mount Tai."
"I really want to see the other mountains and lakes. The Yellow River and Yangtze River must be incomparably strange."
… …
Zhou Yang and the others walked very slowly. They walked and stopped along the way, sighing non-stop. When they reached Jade Emperor Peak, the sun was gradually setting.
The others had already arrived at Jade Emperor Peak.
Zhou Yang told them to reach Jade Emperor Peak before dusk, but no one dared to come on time.
Everyone gathered together, of course they couldn't avoid talking about what they saw on Mount Tai. Ye Fan, who had also arrived at Jade Emperor Peak, greeted his classmates and walked towards Zhou Yang and the others.
"Hello, old mister. My name is Ye Fan. I heard you guys talking about Mount Tai. Can I listen from the side?"
Ye Fan walked towards Laozi and the others who were discussing. Laozi and the others' white hair and youthful faces attracted him the most. It reminded him of the appearance of many masters recorded in ancient books.
"The ancient people lived for a hundred years in spring and autumn, but they never stopped moving."
Looking at the appearance of Laozi and the others, it reminded him of the introduction of the Golden Internal Canon.
"Ye, his name is Li Er. Everyone calls him Laozi."
Pang Bo saw Ye Fan walking towards Laozi and the others and ran over. He felt that many classmates had changed during this gathering. Only Ye Fan could still make him find the brotherly feelings of the past.
The others were either competing for their careers or showing off their wealth.
This wasn't a gathering of classmates at all. It was a show of classmates.
Those with rich family fortunes were sought after and flattered. Those with poor family circumstances not only had no intention of helping, but they were also mocked.
In particular, a few people targeted Ye Fan, which made him even angrier.
This gathering of classmates didn't make him feel the friendship between classmates in the past. There was only naked interest.
"I'm Li Er."
Laozi nodded slightly at Ye Fan. He didn't see a single cultivator along the way. This meant that there might still be cultivators on Earth, but they had probably declined a long time ago.
It was extremely rare that there were still people interested in ancient culture.
"I'm Kong Qiu."
Confucius, who was at the side, also nodded slightly. There was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. In this flashy city, it was extremely rare that there were still people who were passionate about ancient culture.
"I'm Zhuang Zhou."
Zhuang Zhou looked like a middle-aged man. He nodded at Ye Fan and Pang Bo. His gaze lingered on Pang Bo for a while, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
Laozi? Isn't that your father?
That deafening rebuke reverberated in his mind for a long time.
"I'm Bodhidharma."
Patriarch Bodhidharma's face was extremely tanned. His skin was dry and wrinkled, and he wore a long white robe. It was obvious that he wasn't from China.
Ye Fan was speechless.
Pang Bo was speechless.
Before Meng Zi and the Sweeping Monk could introduce themselves, they were interrupted by Ye Fan. Ye Fan said to Meng Zi and the Sweeping Monk apologetically, "I'm a little dizzy, and my mind is a little messy. Let me sort it out."
Compared to Pang Bo, Ye Fan was especially sensitive to these names as he was a fan of ancient culture. Weren't these the original names of the ancient sages?
One was Laozi, another was Confucius, one was Zhuang Zi, and one was Patriarch Bodhidharma. The remaining two were probably also famous.
If there were only one or two people, it would be a coincidence. However, the four people in front of him actually had the same original names of the ancient sages. This was too much of a coincidence.
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