Zhu Wanning led the two into the main hall to pay homage to the head sect.

As soon as he entered the hall, Gu Wuyou saw his master.

The old Taoist Confucius sat on the innermost futon in the east, with a hunched waist and a pleated face, looking like he was wandering around.

Gu Wuyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The master was not dead, and it seemed that he was not tortured...

Not only that, from the perspective of seats, the treatment of the Taoist is not very high.

The heads of the sect will not sit in the middle, so the emperor will say that they are facing south and north. In the sect of monks, the middle position belongs to the ancestors. Only the altars are placed under the portrait of the ancestors, and the cushions on both sides belong to the heads and elders.

Middle Earth is still left, so the innermost cushion in the east is usually the "throne" of the head of the sect.

Now, this cushion is occupied by the old Taoist.

Xu Yourong, the head of Wuliang Mountain, sat in the innermost part of the west.

Oh my go, look at the meaning. Master seems to have not been exposed at all. Wuliangshan treats him as a god!

Gu Wuyou is very pleased, but also confused. No master or apprentice laughs at each other. In terms of fooling others, Gu Wuyou has no confidence to deceive a master of level like Xu Yourong. So how did the old Taoist do it?

At this time, Ying Ying pulled Gu Wuyou.

Gu Wuyou came back to his senses and bowed to Xu Yourong with his fists: "Miaoyin Sect Wuyou, pay homage to Master Xu."

Yingying: "Miaoyin Sect Yingying, pay homage to the real person."
Chapter completed!