Yeli sent a letter to Uncle Fu and asked him to find out about Yang Ze's recent years. Uncle Fu www.biquge.info once again activated the information network of the Xiying Palace to inquire about the news of the night departure, and he really found some other problems on the way.

From the news sent by Uncle Fu, Yeli found that the last place where Yang Ze disappeared was Cloud City. It is said that on the day he left, a child playing on the side of the road saw a strange man wrapped in clothes, and he smelled of burning when he passed by.

It's just that someone saw him walking with a masked person after he left Cloud City.

Yeli thought about it and decided to go to the palace again to find clues, he asked Yang Zhi to pack up his things and prepare to go back to the palace, but as soon as he left the inn door, he was stopped by an unkempt and ragged middle-aged man, he said that he was from Lotus Village, his child was sick, and the doctor was helpless, so he asked the people on Lingshan to lend a hand and save his child.

'Lotus Village' Yeli looked at the person who came, this person was already skinny and skinny, and Yeli could feel a rotten breath from him, as if he was from a pile of dead people...... He didn't expect to meet the villagers of Lotus Village here. Although there were still some doubts in my heart, I still went with him.

The man did not say anything along the way, but he hurried on his way, and at last at noon he reached the edge of a forest, and the man continued on his journey with a hopeful smile on his face.

"The Venerable Master's ......"

Yeli waved his hand to stop the question Yang Zhi was about to ask, and followed the man to the depths of the forest.

Yang Zhi didn't say much, followed behind Yeli, endured the blisters on his feet, and hurried away.

"This forest has a formation, you follow closely, if you accidentally make a mistake, you have to leave your life here." The man was turning around in the forest, Yeli followed behind, reminding Yang Zhi, and the person in front heard Yeli's words, his back stiffened slightly, and he did not speak, but accelerated his pace.

Walking deep into the forest, there is a large lotus pond, next to the lotus pond covered with several thatched houses, a few skinny children soaking in the lotus pond, the lotus pond is surrounded by some people, they kneel on the side of the lotus pond and pray silently.

The man who brought them in ran to a wrinkled, skinny old man and said something, and the man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yeli excitedly.

If Luo Yanxi was here, he would find that this old man was the archmage.

The archmage walked over tremblingly, and made a strange salute to Yeli, and his hoarse voice showed the exhaustion of his whole person: "I ask the people of Lingshan to save the villagers of my Lotus Village."

As soon as his words came out, everyone looked at him, and Ye Li realized that these people were all skinny, everyone was skinny, and they looked quite infiltrating.

"How can I help you?" Yeli looked at him with an expression that looked at the dead, who seemed to him to be nothing more than dead people with a breath of air.

"Our village is gone, it is by the Lotus Goddess to survive, this lotus pond, is the Lotus Goddess of a wisp of the Yuan Shen differentiation, a year ago the pond in the lotus suddenly withered, according to my guess must be the Lotus Goddess of the son of a major change." The archmage slowly spoke about the changes that had happened to them, and there was a slight pause at this point.

"What does that have to do with you villagers?"

Yang Zhi listened to him speak slowly, a little anxious, and opened his mouth to talk about the key to the matter.

The archmage smiled, and on his already skinny face, the old skin was wrinkled, like the dead bark of an old tree, which was a little oozing.

"It didn't matter much, but the lotus flowers withered and emitted a miasma, making the villagers thinner and thinner. Half a month ago, the lotus slowly recovered, but the miasma did not disappear, I tested a hexagram, and found that there was spiritual power in the north, so I sent someone to ask the master for help. After the archmage finished speaking, he was out of breath, and his hand holding the cane trembled a little.

Yeli didn't speak, he was waiting, waiting for Dafa to say the next words.

Sure enough, seeing that Ye Li didn't speak, the archmage slowly knelt down with trembling legs, and then spoke: "I hope the master will help us find the son of the Lotus Goddess and save the villagers of my Lotus Village."

When everyone saw the archmage like this, they followed suit and kowtowed to the night.

"I'm afraid it's more than that." Ye Li's words were like ice water poured on the archmage's head in the cold winter, and the archmage's face was blue and purple for a while, and finally turned into a helpless wry smile.

"Indeed, I am to blame for all this." The archmage shook his head, tears in his eyes, and his face was full of regret.

The archmage took care of the villagers here, but did not say anything, and Yeli did not force it.

The archmage asked the village chief to arrange Yang Zhi to rest in a thatched hut, and he came to the thatched hut where he lived with Yeli.

The archmage smiled awkwardly, walked straight to the house, lit a bag of dry tobacco, and then slowly spoke: "I am now a half-dead person, in fact, such problems in the villagers are caused by me."

Yeli walked in, and a faint fragrance emanated from his body, isolating the smell around the smell.

The archmage looked at him, with a gleam in his eyes, took a hard puff of his cigarette, and continued: "I was originally a person made by the Lotus Goddess with lotus roots, and after the baptism of the Hundred Spirits Holy Water, I have some skills, and my task is to protect the son of the Lotus Goddess until he can leave the lotus pond. Yeli knew that the pool he was talking about was the lotus pond where Lele stayed.

"I go there every year to be baptized with lark water, which is a very human pain and torture. The baptism of the body and soul, to put it bluntly, is to leave a trace of the primordial spirit, crushing and reorganizing the body and soul. I've been doing this for thousands of years, and I really don't want to go on. The archmage said with an indescribable pain in his eyes. It seems that he has indeed suffered a lot.

"Ten years ago, when I was baptized again in the body and soul, a man with a ghost mask came, he was very strong, I couldn't fight him, he was followed by a man who was very tightly covered." The archmage knocked out the ashes, re-lit a bag of cigarettes, took a deep breath, Yeli just sat there and listened to his narration, I don't know when, there was an extra teapot in front of him, and there was also an extra delicate teacup in his hand.

The archmage smelled the faint fragrance of tea wafting in the air, and there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Desire fairy tea, I can't imagine that after so many years, I can still smell its fragrance again. The goddess of the lotus flower also liked this tea very much. ”

Ye Li magically took out another delicate cup, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the archmage.

The archmage didn't shirk either, took it with his hand, took a sip, and tasted it carefully: "Alas...... After all, it's not pure lust fairy tea! Although there is still a hint of its aftertaste in the taste, the taste is greatly reduced. After tasting it, the archmage showed a slight look of disappointment.