"You're alive, you're not a mummy?" Lorne finally calmed down and gasped.

"Nonsense, have you ever heard that mummies can talk?" The old man rolled his eyelids.

This time, Lorne finally saw his eyes hidden under the deep folds. Strange to say, although the old man was as old and shriveled as a corpse, his eyes were very clear, black and white, like babies, and could not see any impurities.

"It turns out that it's a living person. It's frightening to say so earlier." Lorne clapped his chest and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

But immediately, she clenched the hilt and looked at the old man warily: "who are you?"

Sure enough, it's a thick line. Isn't this a question that should have been asked at the beginning? It's only now!

Gu Fenghua was speechless for a while. In fact, at the moment when the old man first appeared, they had already grasped the hilt of the sword. With the previous experience of the monster, they didn't dare to be careless.

"All come to the seventh Hall of Zichen hall. Can't you guess who I am?" The old man said leisurely, looking at Gu Fenghua's hand holding the handle of the sword.

"You are the first lord of Xinghua temple!" Gu Fenghua had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Yes, I am the first lord of the Xinghua temple, which was built by me." The old man nodded and said, his eyes became deep, as if thinking of a dusty past.

"The younger Gu Fenghua (Luo en en, Jun Lansheng, ye colorless) visited the elder." Although they had already guessed the answer, Gu Fenghua was still shocked by his own admission, and he quickly bent down to bow down. Their eyes are full of admiration and aspiration.

Not to mention the identity of the other party, just his age, is enough to shock them.

Although Shouyuan is far better than ordinary people after becoming a Dousheng, with the improvement of cultivation, his life will be longer and longer. Every time he crosses a realm, Shouyuan's life will be improved several times. It's not strange for a master like Xie Huaiyuan to live for hundreds of years or thousands of years. However, he has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he doesn't know how high his cultivation should be.

"In fact, my cultivation is not as strong as you think. The reason why I live till now is that I have another chance, but it's also because of this chance that I become such a ghost." Worthy of living for tens of thousands of years, the old man saw what Gu Fenghua thought at a glance and said faintly.

Then he added, "besides, you don't need to call me elder. It sounds like shengfen. Since I'm a disciple of Xinghua temple, you must have known my taboo, and I don't like the traditional culture festival in my life. Just call me fenglao."

Gu Fenghua and others were ashamed. Others came to the temple to practice. They must have a clear understanding of the history of the temple. However, they were thrown into the misty cloud Valley by Fang Tianyou, and they were suspicious and wary by Xie Youran and others. They had no time to understand. It was also because of Fang Tianyou and Ke Tongxin and others that they were disgusted with the temple, There was no respect at all. Later, even if I had the chance, I was not interested in learning about it. How could I know the name of the first lord? As for his life, let alone his likes and dislikes.

"By the way, Mr. Feng, you just said that you have been waiting for us all these years. Are you waiting for us?" Gu Fenghua conceals embarrassment and asks curiously.

"Not you, but you!" Old Feng stretched out his dry fingers like a skeleton and pointed to Gu Fenghua.

"Me?" Gu Fenghua looks at the old wind doubtfully.