This is a very realistic and cruel problem, Wang Ying went home, she could only take a look at her grandparents, and since then Yin and Yang have been separated again, this result is difficult to accept. As the saying goes, mourning is greater than heart death. Her family, her grandparents and even her father in prison already knew she was dead. The family is also dead, if she suddenly appears, what kind of ripples will it cause. It's impossible to know what kind of reaction it will bring.

If she lives and lives forever, then she can accompany her family, even if she marries me, she will go home to visit them at any time, but it will be too unfair to her family to appear once and disappear. However, after finally surviving once, how could she not go to see her family, her grandparents, and his father in prison. This is also human nature!

What should I do? What should Wang Ying do?

"Wife, let me think about this matter!" I'm in a mess, it's a cruel thing.

Wang Ying smiled bitterly; "Dachuan, I listen to you, if you let me go, I will go, if you don't let me go, I won't go, I can't make up my mind."

I took her into my arms; "Wife, don't worry, even if you don't go, I will go to see them, your grandfather is my grandfather, your grandmother is my grandmother, and your father is my father."

Wang Ying put her arms around me and didn't speak, but her body trembled slightly, and I knew she was crying again.

After breakfast, I went to see Wei Qi, this guy and Yingzi ate fritters and drank grits head to head, looking at the appearance of Qingqing and me, I was also happy for him, in fact, Yingzi was really good with him, and Yingzi was also sincere to him. As for Shang Xiaoyun, I think it's good for them to end up like this. After all, they are not people of the same world.

"Dachuan, let's have dinner together, I wanted to call you, but I was afraid of disturbing your good deeds, so I didn't go." Seeing me, Yingzi said with a smile, this girl is much more generous than yesterday, and there are a lot less red clouds on her face. The whole person is also gentle.

"You can't call Dachuan, you have to call Big Brother. I'm older than you. I joked with a laugh.

Wei Qi bit a fritter and raised his head; "What's wrong with shouting Dachuan? You're fine without calling your nephew. ”

I'm fainting, I have time to clean up the two of you, and now let's get down to business. I put on a smiley face; "Okay, Aunt Yingzi, you can shout whatever you want."

Yingzi blushed for a while, and raised her hand to hit Wei Qi's arm; "Besides, I won't cook for you." Wei Qi hurriedly said that he didn't dare, he didn't dare.

Yingzi left after eating, and I sat there and talked to Wei Qi about the matter for a while, and finally told him that I wanted to refine the blood Linglong.

Wei Qi's expression became grim, "I think it was purely by chance that you got three blood lingzhi, do you think there is really a way to refine the elixir in this society?" "It's hard for me to believe this, but it's a pluralistic world, nothing is possible or impossible, Newton, Leonardo da Vinci, from science to theology. I didn't believe in ghosts at first, but I married ghosts, and I didn't believe that Wang Ying could be resurrected, but she was really resurrected, albeit for a short time. So, in this world, nothing is impossible.

I put my theory out, Wei Qi said that it makes sense, if I can really find a way to refine the blood lingzhi, it would be great, the whole world may change, and it will subvert everyone's worldview.

I remember that Shangguan Wan'er said that there was a Taoist master in Fulai Mountain at that time. Wei Qi and I called out Shangguan Wan'er in the soul urn and asked carefully. She tilted her head and said that the Taoist master was called Zhuge Jin, and Fang Zi seemed to remember a little. The blood of the blood swallow, the delicate body, the fruit of ginseng, as for the rest, I don't remember.

With this information, I drove with Wei Qi to Fulai Mountain, which is a good tourist attraction during the day, where there are thousand-year-old ginkgo trees, as well as Liu Xian's former residence and so on. Looking at the modern crowd coming in and out, where do we go to find Zhuge Jin's descendants? I remember that Tianxing also said that Zhuge Jin was killed by Ziang's younger brother, I wonder if he left any descendants? More than 2,000 years have passed, and it's too hard.

After turning around for a long time, I didn't find any clues, and I saw a blind fortune teller on the side of the side selling local products at the foot of the mountain, Wei Qi took my hand and walked over.

"Leader, fortune telling or fortune telling?" As we crouched down before the blind man, he put his hand on his glasses.

"Don't pretend, we're not leaders, and neither are you...... Well, we're just here to ask something. Wei Qiba said with a sigh of relief. This guy is very powerful, he even recognized at a glance that this guy is not blind.

The fake blind man smiled, "Sir, if you have anything to ask, just tell me." ”

"Does Zhuge Jin know?" Wei Qi gets straight to the point and gets straight to the point.

"Zhuge Jin? Which Zhuge Jin. Mr. wouldn't be asking the legendary Zhuge Jin, right? The fake blind man took off his glasses, not to mention, this old man is really blind, but one eye is blind, and the other is fine.

I was excited in my heart, and it sounded as if this old buddy knew Zhuge Jin. The legendary Zhuge Jin, we want the legendary Zhuge Jin, and the modern Zhuge Jin don't.

"Old man, we want the legendary Zhuge Jin, can you tell me about it?" Wei Qi became polite. At the same time, take out a cigarette from your pocket and light it for him personally.

The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette; "Nothing to do anyway? I'll just talk to you, there are three legends in Fulai Mountain, legend has it that a long time ago there was an old Taoist priest named Zhuge Jin, who was able to cultivate the elixir and ate immortality, and the emperor asked him to refine the elixir, but he delayed the construction period, and the emperor died before the elixir was practiced, and he was killed. ”

Although there are some discrepancies in this legend, it coincides with what Shangguan Wan'er told us, and it basically means this. I grabbed the old man's hand with some excitement; "Old gentleman, can you tell me, does Mr. Zhuge Jin have descendants? Where do his descendants live? ”

The old man smiled, waved his hand, and said; "You also believe this, it's all a legend! What is the legend? That's the story! Of course, the stories are all fake, just like Sun Wukong, which was written by Wu Chengen. ”

I subconsciously shook my head, Sun Wukong was indeed written by Wu Chengen, but Zhuge Jin was not, he did have someone, Shangguan Wan'er could testify. But where shall I go to find his descendants?

The old man looked lonely and disappointed, shook the fan in his hand and said; "That's it, I'm a little fortune teller, only sparse and shallow, it's all hearsay, if you want to inquire about Zhuge Jin, you might as well go to Dinglin Temple to see, there is a senior monk called Master Xingyun, he is well-informed, it is said that he also knows yin and yang, you can go over and have a look."

After thanking the old man, he gave him one of the few hundred yuan on me, and went straight to Dinglin Temple.

Dinglin Temple is a historic site in Fulai Mountain, famous for Liu Xian's re-residence in that year, walked to Dinglin Temple, Wei Qi stood still, looking at me with a puzzled face; "Okawa, do you feel anything?"

"What?" I looked at Wei Qi, I really didn't feel anything.

"The yin qi is so heavy, how can such a Buddhist holy land have such a heavy yin qi?" Wei Qi muttered to himself. When he said this, I also felt it, yes, it felt very cold, and at first I thought it was because of the mountains and forests. Now that I think about it, it's not like it's summer, and it's not cold.

Walking in, he saw a little monk sweeping the floor, and Wei Qi politely went up to ask. But the little monk just shook his head and did not answer.

Wei Qi was in a hurry, and the two of us walked in with a gesture of his hand, and the little monk was babbling dumbly, and his feelings were dumb. The little monk stopped us and let us in, no matter how we explained, he wouldn't let us in.

"Little master, we have something important to do with Master Xingyun, please let us go." I finally found a clue, and of course I won't give up. But this little monk seems to have been practiced, and his strength is very strong, and we can't pass him at all.

"Amitabha, good, good. Let the two benefactors come in, they are my noblemen, and I have calculated that they are coming. ”

At this moment, an old but resolute voice came, and an old monk with a white beard and a thin face flashed out from the side.

After his words, the little monk suddenly dodged away.

Fainting to death, doesn't it mean that ten are dumb and nine deaf? How could he hear it? He kept shaking his head when we asked him just now.