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Er Gouzi felt that something was wrong with the person he traveled through time. He was wearing a plain white Taoist uniform, with silver hair hanging down his shoulders. His skinny old hand covered with wrinkles held a whisk. You didn't need to think about it to know that he must also have an old face. But there were two rows of white-haired old miscellaneous disciples sitting in front of them. What the hell was going on? Why isn't there even a female disciple? The most important thing is that there is no memory of the original owner of the body in his mind. Who are you? What to do? Er Gouzi couldn't help but glance at the two rows of old miscellaneous hairs, and suddenly he saw a simplified version of "The Romance of the Gods" lying in front of him.