"They said they personally sent their husbands to the boat. They had such a tradition here. When they came to pick them up in the afternoon, they didn't wait for anyone. Then the aunt became anxious and asked their nephews to help find people. These young men went to the lake to find people overnight, but they didn't come back until the next day!"

"Damn it, this is not a weird thing anymore. It's all gone without going back!"

Suddenly there was movement behind him. Pang Shiwu and others looked back suddenly, but saw five or six men in Taoist robes walking towards him.

The first person was like a crown and jade, with five long beards, about forty years old, and he had a fairy-like appearance in the Taoist bones. The other Taoists were slightly younger than him, and they were probably brothers.

They came to their side, and the Taoist led by the leader inserted his left thumb into the mouth of the tiger with his right hand, pinched the base of the ring finger, also known as Zi pattern, bent the thumb of the right hand under the thumb of the left hand, pinched the Wu pattern, and formed the shape of a Tai Chi diagram, then raised his hand to the edge of his eyebrows, bowed and bowed.

Yong was stunned!

This way of rituals is called bowing!

This is the most solemn etiquette in Taoism!

It means extreme respect for the other party!

It is usually used to pay homage to the elders, ancestors, or hold major ceremonies and other occasions!

Pang Shiwu noticed Zeng Yong's face was strange and said, "What's wrong with Brother Yong?"

Zeng Yong said: "Do you know them?"

Pang Shiwu smiled, "Of course... I don't know each other!"

Zeng Yong looked sinister: "Brother Wolf, do you know them?"

Bigwolf said: "How could I know them?"

Zeng Yong immediately squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and bowed and clasped his fists: "How many Taoist masters know me?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "Of course!"

Zeng Yong was stunned!
Chapter completed!