Jincheng, Baiyun Temple.

This down-and-out Taoist temple can no longer be down. Compared with the White Horse Pavilion next to it, which is full of incense, it is simply forgotten in the corner like a beggar.

Wang Zimo followed behind a blue-robed Dao leader, looked up at the door plaque covered with cobwebs, was stunned, and then looked at the colorful cracked sky marks in the sky and whispered softly.

"White Cloud View ......"

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his thin face was uncertain, sometimes hesitant, sometimes worried, and sometimes slightly excited.

He hesitated, because he didn't know if the temple would be able to save his dying life, and he was worried because he didn't know how his family would be implicated if he chose to escape. Looking back, he couldn't see the curling smoke of Sanhezhuang for a long time, he gritted his teeth and looked at the three powerful Wei monument characters on the side of the door, and his eyes showed excitement!

"Baiyun Temple!"

The sun was half-covered, and that little afterglow was like a red lantern in the night, reflecting the cobwebs hanging on the doorbeams in red.

"Keep up!" the voice was cold.

Wang Zimo shuddered, bit his lower lip, and tiptoed into the Zhengyang Palace, which was relatively clean compared to the other rooms. He hunched his neck, his hands hidden in his sleeves, and his steps were light, with hesitation with every step, as if he was ready to turn around and run.

"Mingbao, where did this kid come from?"

The person who spoke was called Gong Hu, about fifty years old, and had a palm-sized copper gourd tied around his waist.

He sat in the leopard-headed chair with his head held high, scanning the stranger with erratic eyes back and forth, and suddenly leaned forward to straighten up, staring at Wang Zimo with a fire gaze like a peregrine falcon, and shouted: "Raise your head!"

The strong aura locked the prince silently, and he hurriedly raised his head in fright.

"Pick it up!"

Ming Bao was concise, walked to the chair on the left hand side of Gong Ju, lifted the front hem of the robe, and turned to sit down.

Under Gong Ju's sharp gaze, the prince was silent, like a lamb surrounded by tigers, his teeth chattered, and his calves couldn't stop trembling.

He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to think about the idea of running away just now.

At this moment, an incomparably refreshing coolness rippled from the center of his eyebrows, instantly counterattacking the pressure of the Gong pot.

The prince closed his eyes comfortably.

"Whew...... what is that? What a heavy anger!" Gong Ju gasped, "Where did you pick it up?"

"Yang Chi!"

Miscellaneous...... I'm obviously from Sanhezhuang!

Thinking that he had misheard, the prince shook his ears silently, and finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and look at Mingbao in bewilderment. The pair of jet-black eyebrows raised slightly, and next to the high bridge of the nose, two faint eyebrows were sparse, and then frowned and twisted into a pimple, and the tail of the eyebrows snaked like a hill to the corner of the eye.

At this time, three people walked in from outside the door, a man and two women.

Seeing Wang Zimo, they were all stunned, the man with a yin and yang face passed by Wang Zimo, and before he sat down, he pointed at him and glared at Mingbao: "Send him to the White Horse Pavilion!

"Go, don't!"

"Your two brains are all ......" The woman sitting next to Yinyang's face suddenly took a small sip, quietly glanced at Gong Ju, and quickly swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

"You can't bring it to Baiyun Temple, you don't know our ......."

Suddenly, Wang Zimo's heart rose again, for fear that these people would send him back again. As long as you can stay, you have a chance to live!

There were only six chairs in the empty Zhengyang Hall, five of which were already seated, and a tiger head chair was placed on the left side of the Gong pot, which was empty.

Mingbao sat on the right hand side of the Gong pot, and further to the right was a woman about forty years old, sitting on a lotus chair. Yin Yang Face and the woman sat on the left side of the empty chair, and below them were the Tai Chi chair and the water snake chair.

Wang Zimo saw Gong Ju glaring at the woman, hiding his right hand in his sleeve, pinching the cuff and gently wiping the copper gourd on his waist; His brother came to me with a moire buckle, and I ...... too."

"It's your business, don't gamble with Baiyun Temple!" Yin Yang faced resolutely objected.

Mingbao suddenly felt helpless, his hands froze in the air in embarrassment, and he raised his head to look at Gong Ju. In Baiyunguan, Gongju's prestige is the highest, and everyone is waiting for him to make an idea.

"Kid, what's your name?" asked Gong Ju.

"Wang ...... My name is Wang Zimo. After saying that, he lowered his head again.

Silent.

Gong Ju closed his eyes, his eyebrows were frowning and trembling, and he seemed to be very tired from leaning on the back of the leopard head chair, he finally stretched out his right hand, and his palm was actually cut off by a sharp blade, and he knocked on the chair with his only remaining half of his index finger.

"Mingbao, what do you mean?"

"There seems to be a situation on the side of Yangchi, poisonous miasma beetles are raging everywhere, I'm afraid that the sealing stone is a little loose. Some of the mountain guards have been infected by the anger, and the casualties are serious. This kid is still young, I want to ......"

"What?"

"This kid is a mountain guard?"

"Mingbao, do you know that the mountain guards can't leave Yangchi for half a step!Otherwise, they will be killed by the thunder!" Yin and Yang stood up and pointed at Wang Zimo's fingers trembling, and the black and white face seemed to have a face pasted, looking extremely cautious.

"He's not a mountain watchman!" Mingbao explained, shaking his head.

"Can you separate the words and say it at once! Hey......! It's really become Yan Rui's two brains!" Xiang Aya, who was sitting next to Mingbao, sighed.

"Hey!"

Mingbao also sighed.

This prince is easy to say if he is a mountain guard, only he knows in his heart that this child is not a mountain guard, and he is even related to something in the central pool.

Central Pond.

There's everything in there, but no one!

But he couldn't say these words, he could only hold them in his heart. If you say it, don't say that the White Horse Pavilion will not be left, even these old things in Baiyun Temple will also stand by. If you want to blame yourself, blame yourself for being troublesome, what moire buckle to send!

"Just do what Mingbao wants!" Gong Ju suddenly overwhelmed the crowd.

"But ......"

"No, what's the current situation of Baiyunguan? You all know better than anyone else in your hearts like a mirror in the water! Yesterday I had a sense of heaven that my longevity was coming to an end, and I would have nothing to fear if I said that it would not be long! But what about you? Do you really want to rely on this place for the rest of your life, and you can't go back until you die?"

After Gong Ju finished speaking, he touched the copper gourd on his waist, turned his head and said to Mingbao: "Time is running out, let this child live in Qingming Residence!"

"Qingming Ju?"

Damn!

Everyone gasped, looked at each other, and said no more. It's just that the strange expression made Wang Zimo even more uneasy.

"What's your name?"

Gong Ju bent his fingers and knocked on the leopard's head chair, and then looked at Wang Zimo, and the wrinkled half of his index finger habitually slashed towards the copper gourd on his waist.

From the boy's body, he felt cowardice, but from the depths of cowardice there was a stubbornness that was unwilling to submit to fate.

"My name is Wang Zimo!"

This time, Wang Zimo was very loud, he raised his head and looked at Gong Hu, and his newborn calf-like eyes actually carried Gong Hu's sharp gaze.

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