The evening breeze echoed in the courtyard, the grass blades were scattered, the dim candle flame was extinguished, and a middle-aged woman sat in the courtyard, not outstanding in appearance, but quite generous, leaning on the stone table.

The servant at the head of the head bent down on his knees and said tremblingly:

"I waited for the son to ask, and said that Dongshan Yue has a pleasant climate, and I don't want to come back."

Lu Wanrong shook her head helplessly, sighed lowly, and said softly:

"I don't know him yet? It's nothing more than looking for witchcraft in that eastern and mountainous land... If you want to open up your spiritual aperture, it's just that his father hasn't returned for a long time, and I can't say that I can't move him. ”

Li Xuanling only has one wife, never took a concubine, she gave birth to two sons for Li Xuanling, the two children have completely different personalities, the eldest sister Li Qinghong is bright and high-spirited, and now she has practiced qi three layers, and the second son Li Yuanyun has no spiritual skills, no name, and now it is becoming more and more gloomy.

Li Yuanyun's changes Lu Wanrong saw it in her heart, she was anxious, and she talked to Li Xuanling several times, Li Xuanling always talked about this sister-in-law, and always wanted to go with him, as long as it didn't hurt anyone......

She was originally a keen woman, and she inexplicably felt a sense of guilt from her husband, and she always forgave Li Yuanyun a lot, making her overwhelmed.

Even when she carried Yuanyun up the mountain, except for Li Tongya, who was so powerful that she trembled and didn't dare to raise her head, the rest of the Xuanzi generation, whether it was Li Xuanfeng or Li Xuanxuan, was always surprisingly good to Li Yuanyun.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Lu Wanrong shook her head, dispelled this thought, and said in a deep voice:

"What do you say in the market?"

"Mrs. Hui, the news in the Fang market has come back, and so far... There is still no news from the third master. ”

Lu Wanrong is now nearly forty years old, she is not very talented, and now she is only a third-level cultivator, she can't keep up with her husband's footsteps, and she doesn't dare to buy a house and take power because of her sensitive surname, she has always been low-key, but now Li Xuanling has not returned for three months, and Lu Wanrong can't bear it anymore.

She tightened the jade cup in her hand, her eyebrows were full of worry, and she said in a deep voice:

"There has been no news for three months...... My husband has always been cautious, and something must have happened... How do you reply on the mountain? ”

The servant threw himself to his knees and whispered:

"Mrs. Hui, Lijing Mountain has been blocked up and down, and I and others are light-hearted, and we can't see our son."

Lu Wanrong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a deep uneasiness rose in her heart, so she hurriedly took the pen and ink, took the pen and wrote, and muttered:

"No, there must be a question here, I have to ask Qinghong."

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Li Xuanling crossed the river again, shuttled in the sea of clouds for a while, grabbed a few people and asked for directions, determined the direction of Luoxia Mountain, flew slowly in the wind, fell down and walked from time to time, and the wind and waves were calm along the way.

This road is along the territory of Xu State, the four miles or Taoist temples are the majority, Li Xuanling looked at the direction, went around and around, and actually arrived near Bian Yan Mountain, now this is the junction of Xiuyue Sect and Boring Golden Gate, the wasteland of the year has emerged green and faint vegetable sprouts, it is quite pleasant in the misty rain, and there are pedestrians on the road, some lively meaning.

"After all, the Xiuyue Sect is the most upright among the three sects, and it is really rare......

Xiuyue Sect is one of the few sects in the three sects and seven sects that uphold the concept of the immortal mansion when the world escapes and becomes an immortal, most of the disciples are practicing in the mountains, and they do not often walk in the world, so there is no famous monk, except for the Shangyuan Zhenren who is known as the first under the Jindan, the rest of the characters of the Xiuyue Sect are unknown and unknown.

"Bian Yanshan... There seems to be a view, when the Taoist temple was forced by the demon, had to collect boys and girls for the monster to eat, I don't know what happened now. ”

Under the rule of Xiuyue Sect, it was expressly forbidden for the Taoist system to attack each other, and there were many small Taoist clans on the mountain, although they conspiracy to frame them in private and make trouble, they were still indispensable every year, and the competition with the rest of the land was already much milder.

Li Xuanling wandered around here for a while, looking at the mountain fog and drizzle, he remembered the Taoist temple he had seen when he came to eliminate demons, and said secretly in his heart:

"That Purple Mansion asked me to go to Luoxia Mountain, but it didn't give a time......

Although he, Li Xuanling, is not greedy for life and afraid of death, he has already accepted this arrangement, but he also wants to live a few more days and see more of this world, and now he secretly thinks:

"All the way to the wind, the mana is also a little lost, it is better to take a look at this small temple, rest for a while, and then go north."

So the wind fell, now the world is peaceful, the small hall that was covered by the phantom array has now been generously revealed, the stone statues on both sides are majestic, dripping with rain wetly, and the cheeks of the stone statues can't help but flow down, Li Xuanling pinched the spell, knocked lightly twice on the gray-red wooden door with the peach talisman, and said with a smile:

"The mountain and wild cultivators came to visit, and asked the viewer to open the door!"

Li Xuanling called twice, but no one answered, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and raised his hand with some hesitation, but the gray-red door slowly opened.

"Crunch—"

The door of the hall was automatically opened without wind, and the morning breeze poured into the hall with fresh rain, Li Xuanling stopped silently and looked at the scenery in the hall blankly.

There was a light rain outside the courtyard, the white cranes cried, but the hall was dim, the candle flame was slightly yellow, and the inexplicable incense mixed with the bloody smell came to the face, which made people uncomfortable.

Dark blood flowed on the ground, reflecting a little golden light, the statue of the puppet mud tire was solemn, but there was a piece of corpse bones under the head, and the headless corpse of an old Taoist priest knelt in front of the temple, his gray hair scattered all over the ground, gently fluttering with the wind.

The futon in the middle has been covered by piles of Taoist corpses, and the bones of the corpses are stacked high, and the eyes are wide open, but there is not the slightest resentment, but there is a taste of peace and tranquility.

Above the corpse mountain, there sat a monk with a bare body, with capable red muscles and clear lines, his hands folded, his eyes closed in contemplation, and a golden mark appeared between his eyebrows, flickering endlessly.

The stumps and flesh covered the lacquered runes all over the ground, and the blood dripped from the red-stained Dao silk, making a ticking sound, and landed on the almost perfect muscle lines of the monk in the middle, and he was unconscious and motionless.

"Fa Hui ......"

This person is the monk who Li Xuanling passed through the short Chen Township of Zhao State ten days ago, and rushed forward to entangle Li Xuanling for no reason.

Fa Hui's ears moved, his resolute face was covered with dried blood, his eyelids moved twice, and he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were golden and red, full of fiery anger, and he stared at Li Xuanling below.

"Snake Jiao, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"