"Taoist Master, are you okay?"

"Taoist Priest, please don't scare me."

"Why are you still twitching?"

Huang Fusheng was speechless.

I thought to myself that this old Taoist priest must be in such bad shape.

Even if you tell your fortune, you'll be miserable.

If he died directly, wouldn't it mean that I had killed this old Taoist priest?

Huang Fusheng couldn't help but worry.

Fortunately, Taoist Mu Kun did not directly count him dead.

Wake up leisurely and turn around.

Seeing that Taoist Mu Kun had woken up and seemed to be fine, Huang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Taoist Priest, you scared me to death!"

Taoist Mukun sat on the ground with a dull expression.

His eyes were full of confusion.

It seems that he is full of confusion about life and the world.

Can he not be confused?

Practice diligently and down-to-earth on your own.

It’s not easy to cultivate to the realm of aspiration.

It can be considered that he has lived for thousands of years.

But none of them live as long as a mortal.

Taoist Mu Kun was just calculating, which is why he fainted.

Not just because it can’t be calculated.

more because

The lifespan of Huang Fusheng and his wife was only ten thousand years?

Taoist Mukun: "I'm crazy!!!"

His first reaction was that it was broken!

It must be that my practice of Taoist derivation has gone wrong.

Or is there a miscalculation somewhere?

Otherwise, how could you calculate such an outrageous lifespan?

A mortal who can live ten thousand years?

I can go to hell with you!

If mortals can live for such a long time, then why should we practice?

Isn't this just plain annoying?

Taoist Mukun does not believe in evil.

He didn't believe that mortals could live so long.

Ever since.

Taoist Mu Kun began to calculate again.

It doesn't matter what Huang Fusheng's reaction is.

Anyway, today I, Taoist Mukun, will make it clear.

I don't believe you and your wife can live ten thousand years?

Second calculation!

Taoist Mukun quickly counted up to a thousand years.

One hand is not enough anymore.

Immediately afterwards.

Taoist Mukun fell to the ground frothing at the mouth again.

Keep pumping.

This time.

Huang Fusheng was too lazy to help him.

Does this old man have any serious illness?

Forget it.

I'd better go up the mountain.

Don't waste time here.

Almost even the duck that was intended to be brought to Mr. Ye ran away.

Huang Fusheng went to lift the duck up and then went directly to the mountain.

It took a long time.

Taoist Mukun got up from the ground.

He stared blankly at the direction Huang Fusheng was leaving.

I just feel that life is boring.

"Can a mortal really live for ten thousand years?"

Taoist Mukun sat in his Taoist temple and kept chanting this sentence all day long.

The whole person seemed to be in a daze.

Huang Fusheng walked halfway up the mountain.

However, a middle-aged man wearing a dark robe walked towards him. He seemed to have an extraordinary temperament.

But he was holding a broom in his hand, which was really weird.

The middle-aged man is naturally Han Chunqiu, the head of the Environmental Health Department of Fuyunshan.

As the sole person in charge of sanitation in Fuyun Mountain, I patrol around the mountain to see where it needs to be cleaned.

It is also a very reasonable thing.

At least that's what Han Chunqiu himself thinks.

He walked around the mountains all day long.

Except for a few houses on the top of the mountain that he couldn't just enter, the entire Fuyun Mountain had basically been visited by him.

As for the broom in his hand, it is not something from Fuyun Mountain.

But at Long Da's request, Han Chunqiu did it himself.

According to Long Da, he, Han Chunqiu, was not qualified to use the broom on Fuyun Mountain.

This made Han Chunqiu so angry that he felt uncomfortable for several days.

"who are you?"

Han Chunqiu stared at the young man carrying the duck in front of him and asked with a frown.

Huang Fusheng was also startled.

He didn't know Han Chunqiu.

I have never seen this person before when I came to Fuyun Mountain.

But it seems that he is a person of great status.

Huang Fusheng thought, could he be Mr. Ye's friend?

Don't dare to offend either.

He immediately bowed and bowed.

"My Excellency, Huang Fusheng, is here to pay homage to the owner of this place. What would you call me?"

Han Chunqiu narrowed his eyes.

He saw that Huang Fusheng was just an ordinary person.

He couldn't help but have a look of contempt on his face.
Chapter completed!