When the scorching sun was in the sky, it was already noon when Xin Lin walked out of the Zixiao Refining Hall.

From White Bird City to Zixiao City, it is already autumn in the Dragon Teng Country for a month.

The autumn sun is fiercer than the tiger, and at noon, the heat is tight.

Xin Lin walked a few steps, and saw that the street in front of him was crowded, and it seemed that something had happened.

A row of human walls surrounded the end of the street, Xin Lin stepped forward, relied on her flexibility, got in, glanced at it a few times, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she secretly screamed.

"The road is narrow, how did you meet a girl here!"

At the end of the street corner, I saw a man and a woman and several domestic servants.

The man wore an official hat and official uniform, and several domestic servants beside him supported a woman in yellow.

The woman's eyes were closed, half unconscious, her face was not bloody, and she looked seriously ill, it was Huang Zhijun that Xin Lin had met in the stream earlier.

Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun had a grudge over Zhu Clam, but they didn't expect to bump into each other so soon.

The middle-aged official in front of him thought it was Huang Zhijun's squire father.

Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, Huang Zhijun is arrogant, and Huang Shilang is not a good thing to come.

Xin Lin was curious in his heart, not knowing if the gift he gave to the queen had been delivered, and it was not too late for the so-called gentleman to take revenge.

Huang Zhijun almost shot him, but Xin Lin would not show mercy.

But looking at Huang Zhijun's appearance again, Xin Lin sighed lightly, and the girl didn't seem to be very good.

Last time, although the bahu girl was taught a lesson by the hooligan corpse, the hooligan corpse didn't kill her, what happened to her appearance?

Xin Lin lifted his breath, and Fuxi's qi quickly gathered in his eyes.

Under his eyes, there was a cloud of gold.

Xin Lin glanced over and saw that Huang Zhijun's eyebrows were full of black gas, and his body was full of true qi.

When Xin Lin was trying to see what was going on with the black qi in her eyebrows, the Fuxi qi under her eyes collapsed.

"Tsk, Fuxi's qi has been exhausted again."

Xin Lin regretted that after she cultivated the One Muscle Sutra, although the Qi of Fuxi could be transferred from the right hand to the eye, the speed of consumption of the Qi of Fuxi was also faster.

In the case of the Ghost God Fist, she can use Fuxi's Qi twice.

But the Fuxi Qi under his eyes was not enough even twice.

It seems that you still have to cultivate Fuxi's qi well.

Xin Lin thought secretly.

She raised her eyes to see where Huang Shilang's father and daughter were kneeling.

Is this a temple?

Xin Lin saw a temple with red walls and red tiles, saying that it was a temple, but it looked a little different from ordinary temples.

There was neither an incense burner nor pilgrims at the door, and the door was closed.

Can such a temple have incense?

Xin Lin was secretly anxious for the temple.

"Uncle, what is that place?"

Xin Lin looked curious and asked a spectator beside him.

"Little one, you're from out of town, don't you even know about it? This is Taichang Temple, which is the second most important place in Zixiao City after the imperial palace. ”

When the visitor saw that it was a lively and cute little doll, he replied with a smile.

Taijoji Temple?

Xin Lin's eyelids jumped.

Isn't that what Ah Zhuo said before, before Ah Zhuo was a lonely ghost, he couldn't enter reincarnation because he delayed the time of reincarnation, and the only one who could save him was Taichang Qing of Taichang Temple.

In his mind, there was a face with crane hair and white beard and full of wrinkles, Tai Changqing, who lived in this kind of place, must be a stubborn old old-fashioned, Xin Lin slandered.