The inner courtyard of the royal palace.

The zigzag-shaped corridor winds through the garden water pavilion and turns all the way into the small courtyard in the southwest.

Wang Junwei, the eldest prince of the palace, hurriedly walked in front of the corridor, followed closely by two Xuanmiaoguan Taoist priests dressed in blue robes and tied in buns.

The Taoist priest on the left has a long black hair on his chin and faces square, looking a little old-fashioned and serious. The Taoist priest on the right has a white face and beard, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a very flattering appearance.

"Daochang Li, it is said that my daughter Yiyi is well-behaved, and she does not go out of the door on weekdays, and she has very little contact with people. She...... How can you get dirty?"

The elder Taoist priest replied in a deep voice as he walked: "Lord Wang, the poor Dao does not dare to draw conclusions at this time, whether it is evil or not, we can only know when we wait for the poor Dao to take a look." ”

"Lord Wang, don't be anxious," the little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows also spoke, and his voice was clear, "If it is really as you said, it is just some dirty things that do not enter the stream, then my master and apprentice can still help Ling Ai through this calamity, if it is ......"

Before he could finish his words, the older Taoist priest brushed his sleeves and coughed lightly.

Seeing that the master was glaring at him, the little Taoist priest immediately swallowed the words back in his mouth and fell silent.

The three of them quickly turned around the corner of the corridor and entered this extraordinarily exquisitely furnished small courtyard in the southwest.

Wang Junwei walked in front of him, and at a glance he saw Zhao Ting who was walking around the stone wall of the small courtyard, looking at him like that, it seemed that he was investigating something in the courtyard.

"Cousin, what are you wandering around here?" asked Wang Junwei in confusion.

Zhao Ting raised his head when he heard this, looked at the two Taoist priests behind Wang Junwei for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "I'm not here to see Yiyi, are these two ......?"

"This is the first disciple of the Master of the Mystic Meditation, Daochang Li. This is Daoist Li's beloved apprentice Lin Xiaodaochang. Seeing him ask, Wang Junwei introduced the identities of the two behind him one by one, "They are specially here to deal with "that matter". ”

"Oh," Zhao Ting nodded, and said, "Since the two Dao Masters are here to exorcise demons, then go in quickly, Yi Yi will sleep inside." ”

"Two Dao Leaders, please!"

"Lord Wang, please!"

The four of them walked into Yiyi's room in turn, and when they saw Wang Junwei coming, Mama Wang, who was guarding Yiyi in the house, hurriedly stood up and said hello, and then gently shook Yiyi awake.

"Daochang Li, this is my daughter'......" Wang Junwei pointed at Yi Yidao, "she has a ...... on her wrist"

Speaking of which, Wang Junwei's gaze also shifted to Yiyi's wrist, "Huh?"

He froze.

Seeing his puzzled look, Mama Wang walked over and whispered in his ear: "Young Master, an hour ago, when Young Master Cousin came to visit Little Miss, the black fingerprints on Little Miss's wrist had already dispersed. ”

"Huh?"

Just when Wang Junwei was a little surprised, the Li Daochang standing behind him spoke out at the right time, with a solemn expression: "Lord Wang, can you let me take a closer look at Ling Ai's wrist?"

Wang Junwei was stunned at first, and then said without hesitation, "Dao Chang just look at it." ”

"Thank you. ”

After Daochang Li thanked him softly, he walked to the side of the bed, and carefully stared at Yiyi's wrist.

After a while, his expression seemed to be more solemn, and he muttered in his mouth: "It's weird, it's weird, there's no trace, I can't even see the strangeness in this." ”

With that, he raised his finger, and his teeth bit through his fingertips lightly, and a trace of red blood immediately oozed out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Daochang Li leaned down and evenly smeared the blood from his fingertips on Yiyi's left wrist.

"Hiss~"

As soon as the blood touched Yiyi's wrist, it boiled like water like a pot of oil, making a violent noise, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely evaporated, leaving only a few wisps of white gas in the air.

Looking at this magical scene in front of him, Zhao Ting couldn't help but look at this Daoist Li with some surprise.

He originally thought that this Li Daochang took the opportunity to come to the palace to cheat money, but he didn't expect that this Li Daochang looked ordinary and ordinary, no different from mortals, but he really had some ability under his hands.

When Daoist Li bit his fingertips, Zhao Ting felt a trace of extremely shallow and faint spiritual power from the blood oozing from his fingertips!

Although this trace of spiritual power is not even one percent of the spiritual power in Zhao Tai's body, it is real, real.

It seems that this Li Daochang also has an extremely thin and even negligible bloodline of the Spirit Clan, well, no wonder he can be the first disciple of the "Mysterious Observation Master".

And this strange scene that happened in the house also made Daochang Li's face completely sink.

He and his apprentice Lin Xiaodao Chang glanced at each other, and both of them saw an undisguised look of fear in each other's eyes.

After all, Lin Xiaodao is young and can't hide his words.

"Master, is it ...... "unknown"?" Lin Xiaodao asked in a low voice, his eyes full of fear, and his voice was almost imperceptible.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Ting's physical functions in all aspects were different from ordinary people, it was really possible that he wouldn't have heard what he was saying.

Li Daochang nodded with an unusually serious expression, handed his apprentice a look, and the two fell silent in an instant.

After a while, just when the atmosphere in the wing room was about to solidify, Daochang Li slowly spoke, and his voice was heavy: "Master Wang, according to the judgment of Poor Dao, I am afraid that it is not a dirty thing to be entangled in Ling Ai. ”

"If it's dirty, it's better to say, the poor path consumes some spiritual blood, and then you can do a ritual to drive it away or get rid of it. But ......"

Speaking of this, he sighed and said, "Lord Wang, can you borrow a few steps to speak?"

The two walked out of the house one after another.

"Lord Wang, what is entangled with Ling Ai is not a dirty thing, but a great terror in the world, "ominous"!" Li Daochang's face was serious, and he explained word by word: "When encountering "ominous", mortals have no way to ...... at all."

"What?" These words made Wang Junwei's heart sink for a moment, and for a moment, he held the last trace of hope, and his voice trembled and asked, "What about you, the chief of the Dao?" Also, you also have a master, your master, the master of the mystical view, I heard that his old man is also a powerful ......."

Li Daochang glanced at him deeply, with a bitter and helpless expression: "Master Wang, I'm sorry, the poor Dao and the poor Dao master are just ...... Just mortals. ”

"Mortals, I don't believe it!" Wang Junwei seemed to be instantly drained of all his strength, and sat down on the ground all of a sudden, "You must feel that the money is not enough, yes, it must be like this, how much do you want, just say that our palace has money, and some have money......"

Daochang Li shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Lord Wang, please calm down." Xuan Miaoguan failed to help your mansion eliminate disasters and solve problems, and he was already very ashamed, how could he have any reason to collect your incense money for nothing?"

"The money you donated to Benguan will be returned without a penny after the poor Taoist master and apprentice go back. ”

"As for Ling Ai...... Hey, Lord Wang should prepare for Ling Ai as soon as possible. ”

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