He pushed the path led by the little monk in the temple, and walked around until he reached a Bodhi tree, and he stopped. In a flash, Ji Li was pulled behind a tree, and when Jiang Shan and the others saw this, they didn't know the reason, but after a while, everyone was hiding and disappeared.

Looking at Zhang Lang's gaze, the person who entered the door was a noblewoman in her forties, dressed in silk and satin, with a gentle and amiable appearance, and only a slight gloom in her eyes.

Ji Lizheng was curious, and Zhang Lang's voice sounded in his ears: "The emperor of the Yin Dynasty has a minister surnamed Zhao. He had two twin sisters: the eldest was named Zhao Yinzhu and the younger was named Zhao Yinji, but unfortunately, the younger one died of smallpox when he was seven years old. At that time, Mrs. Zhao was heartbroken, and she was about to go with the little girl, but this old lady Zhao couldn't bear it, so she lied to her that the little girl Zhao Yinji did not die, but was rescued by a passing immortal master and taken to the fairy mountain.

Ji Li frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Zhang Lang seemed to sense her doubts, and continued to reply: "This is not strange! Mrs. Zhao is very polite, before getting married, it can be said that the door is not out of the door, even if the married couple is happy, in addition to raising children and serving the husband, it is rare to go out once, is to come to this Pudu Temple on incense. Flat body is a rare smoothness, except for this one. It's not surprising that the mind is simple. Therefore, she was convinced of Boss Zhao's words, believing that her little daughter Zhao Yinji was not dead, but just went to cultivate immortals. ”

Ji Li blinked, she had vaguely guessed Zhang Lang's intentions: did she want her to pretend to be this Zhao Yinji? Mr. Zhao couldn't pass this hurdle first.

"Don't worry!" Zhang Lang said again, "Master Zhao passed away a year ago, and no one knows whether this matter is true or not!" Moreover, I have also seen Zhao Yinzhu, and he does look a little similar to you. You only need to show your face, then Old Madam Zhao will be convinced, as for that Lord Zhao, even if he is suspicious, when you use some spells, he can also believe eight points! In the meantime, as long as everyone in Shushan makes a move, these eight points will definitely become ten. ”

Mrs. Zhao gradually walked to the Bodhi tree, folded her hands, and muttered: "My Buddha is merciful, bless the deceased husband to ascend to bliss early!" Bless the children's official position to be prosperous! Bless the little girl Yinzhu to find a lover! Bless the little girl Yinji to learn the immortal method as soon as possible, and she will be able to meet each other in her lifetime! Amitabha! ”

Mrs. Zhao bowed three times religiously! When I opened my eyes, there was kindness between my eyebrows. But at this moment, I heard a "click", as if something had crossed the trunk. Taken aback, Old Madam Zhao's eyes widened: "Who?" Come out quickly. ”

A moment later, a man and a woman walked out from behind the Bodhi tree, and when she saw the appearance of the woman in front of her, Old Madam Zhao was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning: "Silver beads? No, it's not, how can you be so like my daughter Yinzhu? ”

Ji Li opened her mouth, she really didn't have that ability, so she immediately changed roles and became Zhao Yinji. Zhang Lang on the side spoke: "There is also a silver character in her name, but it is not a silver bead, but a silver ju, her surname is Zhao, I don't know if there is an adult surnamed Zhao in this Yin Dynasty, eight years ago, an elder in my Qingxu sect brought her up the mountain." ”

"You, your name is Zhao Yinji!" The old lady stroked Ji Li's face with her hands trembling slightly, and kept muttering: "Like, really like ......" Before she finished speaking, she was already crying.