Chapter 176： Begging requires a begging tone

"You struck out the troubles of Huiyuan. It is indeed a bit of skill, but it is just a group of very weak little troubles. The towers are all big evil spirits that have nourished countless years, big troubles!"

The old man still didn't raise his sight, and sneered.

This tone is equivalent to an eviction order.

The faces of the four old monks were a little green.

Ye Yang went straight to the old man and glanced at the chessboard.

"Are you rolling? I'll do it if you don't roll!" The old man became impatient.

"The host observes the ancient Go endgame, [Basic Tasting] upgrades the branch skill [Go Master], and automatically reaches the full level.

Ye Yang's face moved slightly, this chessboard is not ordinary.

"Black mid game wins." He said lightly.

The old man sneered, "Anyone with a little knowledge of Go can see that it is a black match, what are you talking about."

Ye Yang said again, "The troubles are black, and the formation is white."

"Hei Zi's mid-game area is empty, and the upper right corner breaks again, Bai Zi loses."

"The stupa formation will be broken in another year at most."

The more Ye Yang said, the more ugly the old man's face became.

Speaking of the last sentence, the old man's face turned directly into iron blue.

"Can you see the chessboard and the stupa formation?"

He just stood up and said sharply.

Ye Yang said indifferently, "If you ask for someone, you must have the tone of asking."

He was a little disgusted with this old tower guard.

I'll help you with the stupa to dispel troubles.

Have you been verbal at me many times?

It's too much.

The old man's face suddenly changed.

begging?

You want me to beg you?

"I have never begged anyone in my life!"

"I care who you are, you get out of here! Otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for killing!"

Ye Yang frowned.

This person is Uncle Huiyuan, but he doesn't have any monk gestures.

Talking about Laozi, doing things arrogantly.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person's body carefully, and sneered, "Of course I can leave."

"But can your body corroded by troubles last a year?"

"You are dead, the formation of the stupa is broken again, and there are eggs under the covering nest?!"

The old man opened his eyes wide and his face was unbelievable.

"how do you know?"

"What I said, I won't say it again." Ye Yang said impatiently.

The old man was taken aback.

Has this junior really read the Three Thousand Suffering Sutras?

"Hmph, Lao Tzu is not for his own life, but for the juniors like Xiangshan Temple!"

"Go in if you want, don't blame me if you die!"

The old man waved his hand irritably.

For decades, at least a dozen high-ranking monks and a dozen masters of internal energy entered the stupa, but in the end it was he who moved their bodies out.

He was already desperate.

Ye Yang is a junior, it is impossible to create miracles.

The stupa is destined to collapse.

Ye Yang strode into the stupa with his head high.

"Can Ye Shizhu do it? We won't harm him?" The old monk folded his hands together and sighed.

Huiyuan closed his eyes and chanted, "I hope Ye Shizhu is safe, he saved me and can't harm him."

"It really can't, I put on the master's robes and rushed into the stupa!"

There was a sharp glow in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's useless to put on Miaozhen's robes, **** it or die." The old man was still playing chess, hearing their conversation, sneered, "That junior must go in vertically and come out horizontally."

Among the crowd, the people who have a good relationship with Ye Yang frowned and worried for him.

Lu Xiaowan frowned. She didn't know what the trouble was, but she always felt dangerous this time.