On the 9th day, Rain, I practiced hard for a day today, and my master snatched the Ye Zi Card and I had no choice but to play.

Ten days, it rained and there was no place, so I continued to practice hard.

On the 11th, look at the cards.

"You're crazy." Yang Que almost threw the diary in his hand.

Is your Wuzhuang Temple a mahjong hall?

I know how to play mahjong every day, my disciples play mahjong, and even my master joined.

Don’t you practice?

No wonder Zhen Yuanzi is so weak, and his feelings are so bad that he wastes his life by playing mahjong.

"It seems that there were people in Wuzhuang Temple before." After stabilizing the situation, Yang Que said, "It's a pity that there are only three people now. Even mahjong... is wrong, you can still rub it."

Mahjong can be played alone - watch it all.

"Back." The half demon next to him reminded.

Yang Que continued to look down.

The content behind suddenly became strange. The owner of the diary slowly called himself "Zhenyuanzi" and began to take charge of Wuzhuang Temple.

"It seems that something has appeared, destroying the former Qingfeng Sect and forming the current Wuzhuang Temple." Yang Que frowned slightly, "and then the 'Zhenyuanzi' was born."

After looking through the rest of the content, the diary of the disciples of Wuzhuangguan was eventually turned into Zhenyuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi is not alone.

It is more like a title or position that can be "inherited" by others.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is impossible to judge which generation of Zhenyuanzi what Yang Que and the others saw.

However, the Zhenyuanzi themselves did not know that they were not Zhenyuanzi, nor did they know that Zhenyuanzi was a title or position.

They came to the back and thought they were Zhen Yuanzi.
Chapter completed!