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However, this is the freedom of others, in an instant, it is her personal wish that Mo Qiqi is unwilling to interfere with mortal affairs, but maybe these monks feel very happy to do this, even happier than cultivation.

The so-called Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory.

She doesn't agree or disagree, it's just that it's none of her business.

Just as he was about to leave, a person was carried down from the sedan chair at the door of the Taoist temple, Mo Qiqi glanced at it, and only felt that the person was covered with black gas, she was not very good at looking, but if a mortal was blackened, it would probably be unlucky, this is common sense, even if you don't know it, it's quite a lot, but there is a black cloud on the top of your head, maybe it is haunted by some evil ghost?

Probably bored and a little curious, she stopped to take a few more looks.

The one who was carried in was a young man, with a pale face, slender eyebrows and eyes, very feminine and handsome, she had Jin Dan cultivation, and she was proud of this group of scum, even if she stood far away, it was easy to listen to the corner.

The young man and his entourage of old and young men and women flocked into the Taoist temple in a swarm, probably also a regular customer, and a middle-aged man led by excitedly stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the sixth-layer monk who practiced qi: "Dao Chief, Dao Chief, quick, look at my son, it's wrong again, how is this good!"

"Don't worry. The monk's voice was calm, calming his agitation a little: "Let me see." ”

As the monk approached, the people around the young man moved out of the way, and he reached out to check it, and the black gas was also strange, it didn't escape, no matter how much he played with it, it was still firmly bound to the young man's head.

It stands to reason that this kind of breath and the like are bound to be contagious, and this is the first time I have seen good luck and bad luck, and it is really the first time I have seen him if he is bound like this.

The male cultivator checked it, and Mo Qiqi didn't know what name he had checked out, anyway, she only saw the male cultivator casually fiddling with the black gas with his hand, in Mo Qiqi's opinion, this was a very reckless approach, maybe the people were bold and bold, if not, they dared to do so only if they had some understanding of the source of this black gas.

After the monk finished the inspection, he said, "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, Ling Lang's situation is a little complicated, I have to ask the master and his old man to come out and have a look." ”

"There's a long way to go. A middle-aged woman with a beautiful and round face, probably the mother of the man who was unconscious, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said bitterly: "Every once in a while, I have seizures, and now the seizures are getting worse and worse, poor my son is really suffering a great sin, if there is really something against me, why do you want to torture my son!"

Other women dressed as maids on the side stepped forward to support her and whispered comfort.

"Don't worry about the princess, the Taoist must have a way, even if it doesn't work, didn't the old prince still send a message from the capital, saying that he has already sought the approval of the national teacher, just wait for the national teacher to get out of the customs, he can heal the little prince, the national teacher's magic is all over the sky, and it is not a problem to bring the dead back to life, and he will definitely be able to save the little prince. ”

The princess also knew about it, but women are always soft-hearted, and when they see their son suffering, they naturally want to cry bitterly, and after crying, wipe away their tears, their emotions are restrained, and they are graceful, luxurious, dignified and generous.

Soon, the original monk invited the old monk who had completed the refining of qi out, although the monk was not high, but his body was clear, his beard and hair were white, and he looked like he had the feeling of getting a real immortal wind bone.

He looked at the unconscious young man, took out a pill from his sleeve and fed it to him, Mo Qiqi glanced at the pill, it was a inferior Qi Nourishing Pill that was not even a low-grade pill, but it was enough for mortals to take it.

After a while, the unconscious young man woke up, although he had a feminine appearance, but his eyes were very clear, he glanced at the emotional middle-aged man and the princess with reddish eyes, and a trace of apology flashed on his face: "It's all sons, it's made my father and mother worried." ”

"How can I blame you for that. The princess stepped forward and grabbed his hand, her eyes full of love: "It's all ...... blame" She glanced at the middle-aged man with disgust, and then sighed heavily.

The middle-aged man's face was a little scornful, and he turned his head to ask the old monk: "Dao Chief, you look at my son's situation, how should this be?"

Then your old monk stroked his beard, shook his head, and said apologetically: "With my friendship with you, if I have a way, I will never hide it, and the old man does not know his situation, and it will not be beneficial to Lilang if he delays it any longer, so it is better to leave for the capital as soon as possible, and I don't know if the national teacher will have a way." ”

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh: "It's all ...... like this"

The old monk's face was also a little stunned: "What happened back then was not entirely your fault, but ...... It's probably just creation and making people. ”

A large group of people come and go quickly, there are many of them, there are military generals and beautiful and clever girls, all of them are gorgeously dressed, they are quite eye-catching, as soon as they enter the Taoist temple, the other onlookers in the Taoist temple are holding their breath, not daring to collide with the nobles, until they walk away, only to start gossiping.

"The nobles just now are King Duan and Princess Duan, right?"

"Exactly, my brother is on duty in the Duanwang Mansion, and I have seen ...... from afar."

"That son is the prince of Duanwang?"

"He looks very handsome, but how can he look at his body and bones, and there are no good things in the palace, why can't he recuperate his body?"

"You don't know ......"

Someone specially lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

At this time, everyone is discussing the Duanwangfu family, if the voice is deliberately amplified, no one may pay attention, but the moment Tete lowered the voice, several people on the side turned their heads to look sideways, and sure enough, the ability of the masses to collect gossip is first-class.

The man who spoke was a little complacent, looked left and right, and immediately surrounded several people waiting to listen to the gossip.

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, but it didn't interfere with the crowd's ability to hear clearly.

"This matter is a long story, everyone knows that King Duan is handsome and handsome, and his literary brilliance is extraordinary, there are countless admirers, and when he walks on Chaoyang Road, the sachets on his body are full, and he is the person who is looking forward to marrying the ladies of the entire capital. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Although King Duan is now middle-aged, he does look good, he looks good, and he is a royal prince, as long as he is not the kind of person who is cruel and wanton outside, since he is the wishful son-in-law in the hearts of every family.