Ming, this is really not the time to worry about Yan'er's age, even if her son's age is more than enough for her great-great-grandfather. She hurriedly said: "Don't say it doesn't matter, you tell me directly, what is it that can break the charm spell?!"

Yan'er also regained his normal look, not selling cuteness or pretending to be tender, he said seriously: "On the Laojun Peak of Funiu Mountain, there is a demon temple, and in the shielding circle in the backyard of the temple, there is a cluster of immortal purple bamboo!"

Hiss looked at him for a while, "Immortal Zizhu?" - just listen to this name, you know, it's not an ordinary thing - I'm afraid that if you can't get it right, it's still a spiritual root!!

Yan'er said: "I just strayed into the magic circle back then, and I almost died in it. After that, I never went there again. However, as far as I know, this Demon Swinging Temple is still there, and the Immortal Purple Bamboo should also be there. The mother just has to go and ask the host of the temple for a purple bamboo, the fairy purple bamboo is a weapon to eliminate demons, and it is also the nemesis of evil demons. Get Zizhu and knock it on the emperor's head, and the natural blood curse will disappear. ”

"Wait a minute......" Ming said busily, "You said that Immortal Zizhu is the nemesis of the evil devil......?" It's a ghost now, right?"

Yan'er rolled her eyes, "Mother, you are a primordial god, not a ghost!!! After you enter the magic circle, that immortal Zizhu will not attack you!"

He let out an "oh" and asked, "Such a precious thing, will the abbot of the Demon Temple really give it to me?"

Yan'er said: "One hundred and thirty years ago, I strayed into the magic circle, was attacked by the purple thunder of the immortal Zizhu, and almost died, but fortunately, the abbot Cidu, the host of the Demon Temple, fished me out of it and helped me heal. He even saved me from a little demon, not to mention the emperor's big living man. ”

"It's been so many years—is that Abbot Cidu still alive?" -- ordinary people have long since turned to ashes!

Yan'er smiled, "One hundred and thirty years ago, Abbot Cidu was already in the early stage of foundation building, and I remember that he was just in his sixties at that time. Now he hasn't reached the limit of longevity, he must be alive!"--But he is already one hundred and ninety years old, if he doesn't break through, I'm afraid he won't live long, thinking of this, Yan'er is embarrassed, so he begged: "Eniang, if he is still alive, you can give him some pills, he is really a monk who is compassionate to the common people." ”

Hao Ming nodded, now that the aura is exhausted, the foundation building period is already at the top, and it is almost impossible to go further, so he agreed to Yan'er's request: "Just thank him for saving you, I will give him some elixir that is enough to reach the golden pill stage." "—just a few ginseng pills are enough, and she is not stingy.

"By the way, where is Funiu Mountain?" -- it is definitely not in Zhili Province anyway.

Yan'er said: "Not far, in the southwest of Henan Province, less than two thousand miles away from the capital!"

Also ...... Less than ...... Two Thousand Miles......

The black line is full of black lines, pockmarks, at her current speed, it will take at least one day and one night to reach Xianding!!

Yan'er shrugged her shoulders, "This is also something that can't be helped. ”

He sighed and said: "My physical body can't leave the palace, but if the original spirit leaves, the physical body will be unconscious, and it will be just one night, it will be like this for several days, and the palace will not fry the pot?!"

Yan'er thought for a while, and said: "Mother, just go with peace of mind, if you don't wake up, the emperor will definitely summon Ju'er back to the palace, and I will go back with me, I will take care of my mother's body." ”

Alas, that's all it can be now.

Immediately, Mo Ming told Yan'er again, she must not fall into the charm spell of Hongli again, and she must not let her body be plotted by Concubine Rong. After grinding and chirping, it was already time to be fast, and Ming Ming didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately sacrificed the immortal ding, and drove it to the direction of Funiu Mountain.

But as soon as she flew out of Gyeonggi, she felt a gloomy aura in her heart, she didn't know why, but the Yuan Shen had already automatically counterattacked and dispelled the gloom.

Yu Ming shook his head, only feeling that it was okay, so he didn't think much about it, and continued to input mana, driving the immortal ding to accelerate the flight.

At the same moment, in the Yuanying view of the Old Summer Palace, the face of the prophet Kurban suddenly turned black with purple sauce, and then a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the whole person passed out.

Concubine Rong was shocked, "Prophet, what's wrong with you, Prophet?!Don't scare me!"

Unfortunately, the Prophet was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and I was afraid that he would not wake up for a while.

In the blink of an eye, in the early morning of the third day, I looked at the highest peak of Funiu Mountain, and saw that there was a temple at the top of the clouds, and the small temple was already very old, and it could even be said to be dilapidated.

Naturally, there is no one here, and with a sweep of his thoughts, he sensed that there is indeed a monk, who is about to be at the peak of foundation building, and there are four or five monks, the realm is not high, and the two middle-aged monks probably have the realm of practicing qi * heavy, and a few little monks are not worth mentioning.

At this time, an old voice like a lion's roar came from the temple: "Your guests are coming, and the old man is not welcome!"

She was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly, yes, she also forgot to restrain her mana, and while scanning others, naturally no one else scanned it.

Well, she didn't plan to sneak around, just open up.

So he drove the immortal ding, and flew into the demon temple, there was a courtyard in the temple, the courtyard door was open, and the sound flew directly into it, and landed outside the door of the courtyard.

The door is also open, there is a wooden plank on the floor, there is a futon on the ground, there is an old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, it is indeed quite an old monk, that handful of snow-white beard can hang down to the ground, and the eyebrows of the white flower flower also have a smoke tail growing!!

Shi Shiran walked into the room, bowed his hands, and asked with a smile: "The master is the abbot of Cidu?"

The abbot of Cidu did not show surprise, recited the sentence "Amitabha", and said: "It is the old man, dare to ask what the distinguished guest is called?"

Ming touched his chin and said, "I'...... My name is Lan Mingming. "--Still using the previous name, this abbot of Cidu must be a Han Chinese, in case there is any dissatisfaction with the Manchurians, and he refuses to give the immortal Zizhu, how can it be good?

The abbot of Cidu bowed his hands, "Lord Lan Shi is polite." ”

He hurriedly returned the courtesy.

Cidu's expression was cautious, and he said, "I don't know why Lord Lan Shi is here?"

Hao Ming didn't want to hide it, so he said: "Don't hide it from the abbot, my husband has been spelled, so he wants to come and ask for a fairy purple bamboo." ”

The calm words made Cidu look surprised, "The donor's husband should not be someone else, but the current emperor, His Majesty?!"

"How do you know?!" )