Out of the corner of Hu Mazi’s eyes, there was a black token hanging from Scarface’s waist, and the word “evil” engraved on the token was exactly the same as the Evil Path Hall token he had seen before.
His heart beat faster involuntarily, knowing that his wait had finally come to fruition.
At this moment, the conversation between the two monks at the next table floated into Hu Mazi’s ears.
“Have you heard? The people in the temple have been opening the altar recently, and many monks have all gone to listen, but those monks who have listened seem to have lost their souls. ”
A monk lowered his voice and said.
“Shhh! Speak up! Can we talk about the temple? Last time, there was a loose cultivator who was talkative, and he was directly slapped a few times by the people in the temple! ”
Another monk reminded in horror.
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