"Almsgiver Yang, you have come to our door three times and four times to make trouble. Do you really think our door is afraid of you?" In the middle of the road, a man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with a Taoist crown, holding a dust brush, said coldly, with a gray and white beard of 20 cm long. Behind him, there were also five Taoists in the same costume, standing in a strange position.

"Hey, I can't get along with you. What's the matter? Are you not convinced?" Yang Tian picked up his eyebrows, and there was a faint evil smile on the corner of his mouth, which...