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"There's someone blocking our way."

The driver quickly spoke and took out his phone to call the police.

Bang!

A hatchet directly smashed into the window. The hatchet broke through the glass and half went into the car, while the other half stayed outside.

The driver was so scared that he immediately threw away the phone in his hand. Trembling, he looked outside. A dozen people wearing the same clothes walked over. After passing by the driver, he opened the back door.

"Phew …"

The driver breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't directed at him.

Seeing the car door open, Zhong Wentao was also very vigilant.

To appear at such a time, the identities of these people were not simple.

Without waiting for him to speak, the leading man took off his sunglasses, revealing his blind face, and smiled at him: "Mr. Zhong Wentao, our master invites you."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, and the remaining eye stared at him with an indescribably strange expression.

"Who is your master?"

Even though his brain was working fast, he still could not think of who this master was.

The man with one eye didn't say anything. He just looked at Ye Zichen with a smile, and stood in a stalemate with him.

The driver was cowering in the front seat, not wanting to be implicated and not wanting to be seen.

After hesitating for a bit, Zhong Wentao agreed. He quickly got off the car and closed the door, not wanting to implicate the driver.

The reason why these people were able to come looking for him must be related to him.

"Mr. Zhong Wentao, please get on the carriage."

One of his eyes enthusiastically said, but his wrist strongly pushed at Zhong Wentao, urging him to get on the car as soon as possible.

Due to Zhong Wentao's previous consideration, they were already quite late. If they did not return as soon as possible, their master would have been angry.

The car drove on, and Zhong Wentao watched on the way.

These people had no intention of covering his eyes in the slightest. Instead, they wanted him to see everything clearly and let him know that even if he knew how to get there, he wouldn't be able to leave.

The car finally stopped in a place deep in the mountains. Along the way, they travelled along roads that Zhong Wentao had never seen before, and he was simply unable to guess where they were.

He staggered out of the car and finally understood what these people were thinking.

This was a warning. A warning for him to be more honest.

"Amitabha, your esteemed guest is here."

A person who looked like a monk quickly walked out with his hands clasped in front of his head. It was only then that he realized this was a temple. Could it be that the person who wanted to see him was a monk?

The monk was somewhat surprised by the respectful reply.

He did not dare say much and only gestured to them to follow him as he led the way, leading the way for Zhong Wentao.

"Master, where are we going, and who are we going to meet?"

He tried to open his mouth, but the monk in front of him did not say anything. It was clear that he had been warned not to talk much with him.

It was a very big temple. Although the door was very small, after walking around, it became wider and wider, more and more luxurious. It was a lot different from the dilapidated appearance on the outside.

This wasn't some buddhist holy land at all, but an extravagant existence.

He walked around for a long time, until his calves and stomach went soft. Only then did the monk stop. He stopped in front of a rather plain looking house and gestured for him to go in by himself.

"You're not coming with me?"

He was a little worried. Could it be a trap?

The monk lightly shook his head. His eyes were filled with sympathy towards him, but he did not intend to enter with him.

With a frown, he could only lift his leg and enter.

He opened the door and a teacup flew out. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he only avoided it a little, allowing the teacup to strike an unimportant part of his body.

It was very painful!

From this, it could be seen that the inner strength of the people inside was not low.

"What are you all doing?"

Zhong Wentao shouted with feigned dissatisfaction, and turned to leave.

"Hold it."

The man's voice sounded. A person slowly walked out, and the room instantly became clear and bright. He looked at the man in front of him and felt as if he was in another world.

The person who should have died was still standing right in front of him, it was the same as five hundred years ago. Either this person really did not die, or he did.

Sensing Zhong Wentao's gaze, the man also raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

They had never seen him before, did Zhong Wentao know him?

"Who are you?"

In the next second, Zhong Wentao asked coldly, not wanting to reveal even the slightest of his thoughts.

This person was obviously testing him. Luckily, he didn't dodge, otherwise, he would most likely have died in his hands.

This man was still as vicious as he was many years ago. With just a tiny bit of insight, he would die a graveless death.

"You can call me Third Martial Aunt."

The man smiled. He didn't mind revealing his identity.

Zhong Wentao's expression did not change, but he opened his mouth and said disdainfully: "Do you think this is a movie? How ridiculous! "

The Third Martial Uncle obviously didn't care. He calmly looked at him and sized him up.

He pretended to be impatient and asked, "What are you looking for me for? I don't remember knowing you. I was in a hurry to get home. "

This attitude made the Third Martial Uncle smile, but he didn't mind.

"Do you know where this is?"

Third Martial Uncle asked with a smile, testing again.

Zhong Wentao immediately shook his head, but he understood.

Looking at Third Martial Aunt, it was no surprise that this was Vastheaven Sect.

The Vastheaven Sect was not an evil being, they actually dared to hide in the temples, aren't they afraid of the buddha statues burning them down?

"This is a place that can help you become a demon and become a god. Join us, no one will dare point fingers at you anymore. Yang Hao will also be your defeated opponent, how about it?"

Third Senior Master opened his mouth while smiling, causing Zhong Wentao to be silent for a moment.

If he joined an enemy sect, he wouldn't even if he died.

"Yang Hao was my defeated opponent in the first place."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looking extremely pleased with himself.

The Third Martial Uncle didn't say anything and only calmly looked at him.

In order to obtain the bone in Zheng Yu's hands, Vastheaven Sect had sent two people out, but they both disappeared without a trace.

This situation, could not help but make Third Uncle think that there was an expert helping Zheng Yu.

However, in these past few years, the only strange person that had suddenly appeared beside Zheng Yu was this Zhong Wentao in front of him.

The teacup that had just entered the room was the first to be tested. However, the Third Martial Uncle was not satisfied with it.

It was not that Zhong Wentao did not try to dodge at all, but rather, he dodged by a little.

"Join you?"

Zhong Wentao acted surprised: Who are you people?

"You don't need to know that."

Third Senior Master's attitude was a little cold, it was enough for Zhong Wentao to circle around, if he was not willing, he would immediately send his guest off.

If it wasn't for some hidden bitterness, for someone to get closer to Zheng Yu, a person like Zhong Wentao would never be able to enter this place in his entire life.

"I refuse."

He stood up and spoke coldly. He was also tired of the feeling of fighting back and forth.

It would be better to just fight outside and fight to the death.

"Halt!"

Seeing Zhong Wentao, who was about to leave, the Third Senior Master only felt that he was being looked down upon.

This was the Vastheaven Sect, no one dared to say such words and just left!

Sensing Third Martial Uncle's anger, Zhong Wentao immediately said: "You all invited me here, I am the guest, can't the guest go out to the toilet?"

"Going to the toilet?"

Frowning, Third Uncle obviously didn't think of this excuse.

"I have to go to the bathroom, okay? I'll have to trouble you to find someone to lead the way. When I go to the toilet, I'll think about it. "

Hearing the other party speak such provocative words, the third uncle's complexion darkened.

This was Vastheaven Sect, she actually had to go to the toilet to consider his suggestion. This was an insult, a naked insult!

He could only suppress the anger in his heart, and after the bone was in his hand, he would kill Zhong Wentao and Zheng Yu and soak them in the water.

"Someone, send him over."

Third Martial Uncle instructed, his expression didn't look too good.

Zhong Wentao did not care and rushed out as if he was peeing anxiously.

The monks ran after them, so loud that the rest of the monks who passed looked at them.

"Martial Uncle, what if he runs away?"

Inside the house, a man walked out, unsatisfied with the Third Martial Aunt's actions.

"This is the Vastheaven Sect, where can he run to?"

Third uncle spoke proudly, not caring in the least.

The man nodded, as he understood the meaning behind the third uncle's words.

Over here, Zhong Wentao was running around casually in the Vastheaven Sect. Indeed, he did not find any place that he could leave from.

The young monk followed behind, panting heavily. He was on the verge of death. He had never seen such an energetic guest before.

However, he still couldn't say anything. He could only follow behind and do nothing.

It wasn't easy for him to bring Zhong Wentao to the toilet, where the little monk stood guard behind, waiting for Zhong Wentao to come out before bringing him back there.

The beautiful bathroom was even more grand than Zhou Cangzhu's Ciji Hall.

As he sat on the jade toilet, he felt his entire body go cold and comfortable. This place could even be used as a toilet for cultivation. Just how luxurious was this place?

After five hundred years, the Vastheaven Sect had become even more powerful.

As long as one's talent wasn't too stupid, they would be able to obtain better cultivation here.

"Benefactor, are you done?"

The young monk's voice sounded very urgent.

He was the first person that could make the Third Martial Uncle wait for so long.

Upon thinking of the look on his third uncle's face, the young monk trembled, wanting to die immediately.

"Not yet. Let's wait a little longer."

Zhong Wentao didn't even think about it and directly opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and rested, as if he had fallen in love with this toilet.

It would be even better if he could take it with him.

Outside, the young monk had no idea what he was thinking and was waiting patiently.

Inside, Zhong Wentao used a lot of methods, but he couldn't get the toilet up from the floor.

The toilet bowl seemed to be connected to a place, it was a huge piece of jade that was directly developed. Although it was made to be a little disgusting, its effects remained the same.

If he could take the toilet away, it would be of great benefit to him.

"Clang!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Ouch!"

All that could be heard were strange sounds coming from the washroom.

The young monk was on the verge of tears. He could not understand what was going on.