Chapter 1577
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In the backyard, there was supposed to be an earth-shattering commotion, but it was replaced by an extremely harmonious scene.
At this moment, Ye Chen and Zhen Yuanzi were sitting cross-legged on the fallen ginseng fruit tree.
The Fifth Manor had banned alcohol for many years in the main hall. At this moment, Grand Deity Zhen Yuan was holding a bottle of strong wine and gulping it down.
"Hahaha, you old fart. After so many years, your alcohol tolerance is still so good. Everyone in the Fifth Manor must have been taught well by you."
Yao Yun looked at Grand Deity Zhen Yuan who was gulping down the wine and laughed loudly.
"Heh, no, I banned alcohol in the temple. Whoever drinks will be punished according to the sect rules." Grand Deity Zhen Yuan wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and said disapprovingly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You old man, be a human. You drink so much, but you don't let your disciples touch a drop. After so many years, you're still so stubborn."
"How many years has it been since we last met?" Yao Yun said slowly as he picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
"I'm not sure. Thousands of years."
"Yes, thousands of years." Yao Yun looked at everything in front of him in a daze.
Back then, he came to the Fifth Manor by accident with his body full of demonic energy. When he wanted to smash it, Zhen Yuanzi appeared. This old man greeted him with a horsetail whisk without saying anything.
Yao Yun only found out after fighting with him for hundreds of rounds.
This was a Taoist temple, not a temple.
As the saying goes, no discord, no concord. Their personalities were extremely compatible. They were really friends despite the difference in age. Back then, the two of them got drunk here.
However, the ginseng fruit tree at that time was still intact, unlike now.
"How have you been all these years?" Grand Deity Zhen Yuan asked after a moment of emotion.
"Sigh, I don't know how many years have passed. To tell you the truth, I only woke up a few days ago. I've been sleeping for so many years. "
Yao Yun touched his forehead and murmured.
"In this young man's body?"
Yao Yun nodded slowly.
"Sigh, back then, I advised you not to go, but you were as stubborn as a donkey. No matter what I said, you wouldn't listen. Look at you now, you've become like this."
Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan mocked mercilessly.
When the two of them were drinking, Zhen Yuanzi was clear about Yaoyun's plan. However, no matter how he persuaded, Yaoyun would not listen. When he woke up the next day, he was left alone in the empty back garden.
That was Mount Ling, an existence that no one in the Three Realms could touch. He really did not know what Yaoyun was thinking back then, insisting on seeking death.
"Gulp." Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan's words seemed to drag Yao Yun back to a thousand years ago.
"Hundreds of thousands of Demon Race disciples are gone just like that. How do you expect me to swallow this? Back then, I swore to bring them out of the great world.
But in the end, I was the only one left. Tell me, if I don't take revenge for this, what's the point of living? "
Ye Chen's unyielding expression was written all over his face.
Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan knew that even though a thousand years had passed, the hatred in Yao Yun's heart had not lessened. No matter how much time had passed, he knew that Buddhism was still prevalent in this world.
Yao Yun's viciousness would always exist.
If revenge breeds revenge, will there ever be an end to it? Although this saying was very reasonable, which person could completely let go of the hatred in their heart?
How could the person who said this ever experience the pain of losing a loved one, of losing a compatriot?
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