"Unless there is heaven and man to help," Lao Dao sighed: "Your uncle has a strong mana, and there may be a way to save him, but your uncle has a perverse personality and has a dislike between him and me." ”

The apprentice hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the old way, "Master, go,"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Uncle Shi," his eyes were full of tears, crying and begging: "Master, you save him, save Zhu Yun." ”

"Apprentice, what do you mean by this?" Lao Dao finally realized that this apprentice who had been collected a month ago had a special emotion with this lotus pond soul. He wanted to see the disciples when they were children. It was on the bank of the Yunlan Mountain, and a child mutilated by thieves was dying. Lao Dao picked up the child, but the child soon died, and when he was about to bury the child, the child opened his eyes.

"You are not an orphan of the Yunlan Mountain," said Lao Dao.

"Master," Tong Er wiped his tears and calmed down, then said, "I don't know how I became like this, I just remember that I floated in the dark for a long, long time, tirelessly, until I felt that I was about to disappear, and then I involuntarily entered this body." ”

When he said this, the well-informed veteran seemed to understand. After death, if the body is not in a different place, the soul will naturally immediately go out of the body and enter the path of reincarnation to die. And the body is not dead, and the mortal soul is out of the body, and it will drift in the dark.

"Disciple, you are also a miserable person!" Old Dao let out a long sigh, and then pointed to Tong'er's body and said, "This child is originally dead, and his soul has entered reincarnation. And for some reason you went out of your body, wandered in the dark, found this body, and so you stayed. Now, tell me your original name. ”

"Master, my surname is Li and my name is Zhiqing. The Li family I went to this morning used to be my family, and the head of the family, Li Xiang, was my biological father. ”

"I see. It turns out that you deliberately brought me to this ten-mile lotus pond. He remembered what Li Xiangcai said about Zhu Yun this morning, and he already understood why the apprentice brought him to this river town, naturally for Zhu Yun.

More than a month ago, Li Zhiqing's soul drifted away from the body to Yunlan Mountain, and was about to dissipate, but he happened to encounter the boy's corpse, and naturally stayed in it to delay the dissipation of the soul. After that, Li Zhiqing worshiped the old Tao as a teacher, and still only thought about Zhu Yun in her heart, and saw that the master was not very human, thinking that the master might find out about Zhu Yun's life and death, although she felt that this was mostly a wish, but she still held a glimmer of hope to bring the master to this river town.

"Apprentice, your father Li Xiangcai said in the morning that this Zhu Yun was originally his quasi-son-in-law, so you are ......"

"Yes, Master," Li Zhiqing was full of grief and wept again, "Before I worshipped you as a teacher, Zhu Yun was the husband I had been waiting for, and now I understand that he is dead, and his head is in a different place, and his severed head is in this lotus pond where I once met," Li Zhiqing fell to his knees and begged: "Master, I know that you have magic power, please save Zhu Yun and save my husband." ”

"But people can't be resurrected after death," Lao Dao let out a long sigh, "Even if you find my junior brother, you can only let Zhu Yun reincarnate." Life and death are separated, and people and ghosts have different paths. And you're already a man now. Apprentice, you can't be husband and wife with Zhu Yun after all!"

5

In the Juxian Building, the phoenix butterfly sent the blood lotus leaf porridge to the main room of the Fengqi Palace. The beautiful young woman drank the lotus leaf porridge and gently wiped the blood stains on the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief with her fingernails. She tiptoed to the sandalwood table next to her, sat down and propped half of her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Palace Master, you have a radiant face and are extremely beautiful. Feng Die said with a smile.

"Daughter, I can recover as before, but it's all thanks to you," there was a hint of charm in her voice, but her voice was a little muddy, "This Huang Lang is a baby, with his blood, plus the aura of the lotus flower in the lotus pond, in two or three months, my injury will be healed." ”

"Congratulations to the palace master for recovering his spiritual power!"

"Hmm, when my mana recovers, let's go back to the Dragon Underground Palace to find that old beast to take revenge. Her fingers slid lightly over Feng Die's cheek, "Daughter, you just stay here! You will stay here with that Huang Lang for decades, and when he grows old and dies, you will come back." ”

"Thank you Palace Master for your success!"

The Fengqi Palace Master smiled gently, "Don't forget to bring back Fengchai when the time comes,"

"Obey the palace master's decree. Feng Die said gratefully. She now knows the magic of the Lingfeng hairpin. In the Dragon Underground Palace, the Mansion of Ten Thousand Demons, the two demon kings each have a magic weapon, and the Quling Fengchai is the treasure used by the Fengqi Palace Lord to dispel the demon soul. It's just that now that the Fengqi Palace Master is injured and unable to use the magic weapon, this Qu Ling Feng Hairpin can only be used to drive away the souls of mortals. Before Huang Lang got married, Feng Die sent Qu Ling Feng Hai over, and later cleverly asked Huang Lang to put it on for Li Zhiqing, Li Zhiqing's soul was driven out of the body by Feng Hai and floated outside, and Feng Butterfly entered Li Zhiqing's empty shell and Huang Lang's night fish and water joy.

Huang Lang didn't know what happened to Qing'er, but now he got the body of his beloved, and he also got the sincerity of the person who loved him, and he was content with happiness and more and more energetic. His wife was considerate to him in every way, and he also cared for his wife. Qing'er sometimes still can't give up, and Huang Lang doesn't care, and then there are fewer and fewer of them.

Huang Lang has recently expanded his family business. He built a new house on Xiaofang Mountain, ten miles away from Hezhen, named "Fangshan Villa", which was specially used to cool off Li Zhiqing, and specially invited the female chef of Juxian Building to serve Li Zhiqing three meals a day. After the new house was built, he rarely went to the old house again, and spent most of the day with his wife. The back door of Fangshan Villa is a dense forest, and the whole picture of the ten-mile lotus pond can be seen in front of the door. Huang Lang's favorite thing is to accompany his wife in the afternoon to watch the quiet and wonderful lotus pond.

"Young master," the housekeeper of the other garden walked from the door to the main hall and said, "There is a stinky Taoist priest in front of the door, saying that there is a demonic spirit in the new house. ”

"Blow him away,"

"If you can't leave, the young master should go and have a look. ”

Huang Lang strode to the door and saw that the two strong servants couldn't drag a tattered Taoist priest. The Taoist priest held wine in one hand and meat in the other, eating and drinking by himself, while the two servants dragging the Taoist priest's legs were sweating profusely.

Huang Lang waved his hand at the slaves, signaled them to stand back, glanced at the Taoist priest again, and said with a smile: "It's just that the meditation technique is practiced to the ass, and it's not a big deal." ”

"Meditation Gong," the Taoist priest laughed: "There is this kung fu on the rivers and lakes, but this is not a meditation gong, but a Taoist spell." ”

"Nonsense," Huang Lang rolled up his sleeves, took a stride at the door, and stretched out a hand, "Stinky Daoist, then let me see your spells." ”