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A distant singing echoed outside the Qingling Temple:

"Lying high in the nine heavens, the futon is true, the heaven and earth are Xuanhuang, I should be in charge of the ......"

The ethereal singing voices rose and fell between the star-picking platform and the cemetery, and the sound became louder and louder.

At this time, Su Ji and the old beggar were drunk and slept in the little Taoist priest's room. The first to be awakened by the singing was Su Ji, and then the old beggar.

When the two of them got up from the wine table, they only felt dizzy, and the wine did not dissipate at all. Su Ji looked around sleepily, only to see the little Taoist sleeping on the tortoiseshell bed and snoring, with no sign of waking up.

The eerie singing gradually held its breath, replaced by the sound of a knock on the temple door.

"Knock knock! knock knock ......"

There was a quick knock on the door.

Su Ji and the old beggar glanced at each other, looked at the sleeping little Taoist priest together, and nodded in unison.

"Boom!"

Kick the little Taoist priest out of bed with both feet!

"Go out and have a look!" Suji murmured.

The little Taoist priest rubbed his buttocks, dared to be angry, but dared not speak, so he had to pick up the lamp and come to the door, and looked out from the crack in the door, only to see a barefoot Taoist priest standing outside, with his chest and breasts, tied with pigtails, and carrying a peachwood sword.

Before the little Taoist priest could speak, he heard the Taoist priest outside the door speak first:

"Tell Su Ji! Just say that Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Cave Taijia real people want to see!"

Although the little Taoist priest had never heard of this name, he still felt that it seemed to be very powerful. The most powerful thing is that the barefoot Taoist priest said the real name of the fox master, which scared him at a loss!

After a while, he ran back to the house lightly and told Su Ji what the barefoot Taoist priest had said.

"Too fake?"

Su Ji suddenly sat up from the bed, bowed his head and muttered for a moment, then took out a bulky fox mask from under the bed, handed it to the little Taoist, and said:

"Let him in first, and act when the opportunity comes. ”

The little Taoist priest put the fox mask on his head, returned to the temple gate, and shouted towards the door:

"Real people, please come in. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a decadent voice suddenly came from behind him:

"The poor road has come!"

The little Taoist priest turned around suddenly, only to see the barefoot Taoist priest standing behind him. Glancing at the closed temple door, the little Taoist priest couldn't help but take three steps back.

The barefoot Taoist priest twisted his fingers, and a fox mask suddenly appeared in his hand.

"This is broken copper and iron, but it was given by the evil animal?"

The little Taoist priest felt that his head was light, and he subconsciously touched his face, only touching a handful of cold sweat. The mask that had been covering his face had disappeared out of thin air, and he was so frightened that he ran away! After only two steps, he was hit by Su Ji who was walking towards him.

"It turned out to be you, the demon way!" Su Ji pointed to the nose of the barefoot Taoist priest and scolded.

Seeing Su Ji coming violently, the barefoot Taoist priest greeted him and grinned:

"I didn't expect Su Gongzi to recognize the poor way. ”

Thinking of the barefoot Taoist priest's words that ruined the first half of his life, Su Ji suddenly became angry, grabbed him by the neck, and shouted:

"You put the cover on the spot! Look at Ben Gongzi, isn't he alive and well?"

The barefoot Taoist priest who was grabbed by the collar suddenly dodged, disappeared out of thin air, and another dodge appeared behind Su Ji. He straightened his collar, looked up and said:

"That's right, Poor Dao was talking about the son of Master Su back then, and he didn't live to be seventeen years old, so he didn't seem to say you!"

"I'm not Lord Su's ......"

Halfway through the words, Su Ji suddenly realized the meaning of the other party's words, and suddenly stopped!

In this way, Poor Dao guessed correctly. The barefoot Taoist priest stroked his dirty beard and said, "You are still alive, which means that you are not the son of Lord Su!"

Su Ji suddenly gasped, pondered for a moment, and asked:

"Whose son am I?"

"Have you ever seen a green magatama among your mother's relics?"

"What have you seen, and what have you not seen?"

"Where is it now?"

"Already...... I've already given it away......"

The barefoot Taoist priest's eyes suddenly widened and said, "You gave your father away?"

Su Ji's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "You said that Magatama is my father?"

The barefoot Taoist priest sighed, sat on the mahogany chair, and sighed regretfully:

"Although that magatama is not a magic weapon of the immortal family, and it does not have half of the divine power, it is your father's bones after all, how can you give it away!"

"Bones?" Su Ji asked with a blank expression, "What are you going on?"

Seeing that Su Ji was very interested in his life experience, the barefoot Taoist priest changed his face, smacked his tongue, and said with a smile:

"You want to know?"

Su Ji pretended to be disdainful and said:

"I just want to hear what nonsense are you going to talk about?"

The barefoot Taoist priest deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice:

"Nonsense or truth. Poor Dao's throat is very dry now, and he doesn't want to say a word. ”

Su Ji glared at him, turned around and looked back, and saw the little Taoist priest lying on the side of the door and looking around, so he gestured to him for drinking. The little Taoist priest understood and hurriedly went to the kitchen to ask the old beggar for wine.

After a while, the pot-bellied old beggar came over with a pot of flower carvings. However, when he raised his eyes and saw this barefoot Taoist priest, he immediately shrank back.

The barefoot Taoist priest took in all this, glanced at the old beggar, and said in a loud voice:

"Now that Shen Hou has appeared, why don't you sit down and have a drink with Poor Dao?"

The little Taoist priest covered his mouth, couldn't help laughing, and pushed the old beggar with his elbow and said:

"You're so fat, this crazy man still calls you Shen Monkey......"

The old beggar's face suddenly sank, and he did not smile at all. Su Ji saw that he lowered his eyebrows and was silent, so he walked up to him, pointed to the barefoot Taoist priest, and asked suspiciously:

"Do you recognize this demon?"

The old beggar hurriedly squeezed out a smile and shook his head innocently.

The barefoot Taoist priest stroked his beard and said, "Except for the lord of the Shen Kingdom, who else knows the secrets of this Chaoge City?"

Su Ji frowned, dragged the old beggar to the barefoot Taoist priest, pointed to his nose and said:

"You don't recognize him, he can recognize you! I always think that you old guy is strange, you hide in the broken temple and pretend to be a grandson, and deliberately eat fat in order to hide people's eyes, it seems that everyone has been deceived by you!"

The old beggar closed his eyes and listened to Su Ji's scolding, then slowly put the plate containing the wine jug on the table, sat down opposite the barefoot Taoist priest, and said lightly:

"I can fool anyone, and I can't fool him......"

The old beggar's tone suddenly became indifferent, and his eyebrows revealed an unprecedented calmness, as if he had suddenly become another person. Seeing that he acquiesced to his identity, the barefoot Taoist priest no longer spoke harshly, but greeted him like an old friend:

"Second Senior Brother, don't come unharmed?"

The old beggar poured two glasses of wine, slowly pushed one of them in front of the barefoot Taoist priest, and said:

"I'm old. Unlike the junior disciple who cultivated the Eight Realms of Xuanqing, he was naturally fine. ”

The barefoot Taoist priest laughed unscrupulously three times, drank all the wine in the cup, and said:

"Since Jiang Taigong's ancestor feathered, you and I have been separated for decades. I heard that Senior Brother is now the lord of Xishen Country and the lord of the sect, and his name is all over the world, and he is powerful, but why don't he let the good lord of the country and the sect leader come to this broken temple for recreation?"

The old beggar's face sank, glanced at him, and asked:

"Guess why?"

The barefoot Taoist priest smiled and said:

"I guess the second senior brother is for that mysterious thing?"

As soon as he heard the word "Xuanwu", the old beggar immediately snorted with his nose and said coldly:

"You're not here to catch up with me. ”

"Not bad. ”

"It's not that I'm here to find Sudi's kid......"

"Not bad. ”

"Could it be that you're looking for that beast?"

"Only half the answer is ...... right"

The mysterious conversation made Su Ji and the little Taoist priest look at each other.

Su Ji didn't understand what the two of them meant by "mysterious things" and "evil animals". He was the shrewdest one in the temple, but now he couldn't see through these two people anyway. One of them was the person he once knew best, but now he was extremely strange, and the other was a stranger who had only met twice, but knew the people of the temple better than anyone else, including Su Ji himself.

"I can't help you!" the old beggar shook his head and sighed, "As you can see, I can't protect myself. ”

The barefoot Taoist priest said categorically:

"Only senior brother in the world can help me, as long as senior brother is willing to give me that mysterious thing!"

"That evil beast is not what it used to be! Even if the Taigong Master Ancestor is alive, he can't help you! No matter if you avenge the Taigong Master Ancestor today, or hate that little girl, I advise the junior brother, it's better to leave quickly!"

"Senior brother, at least tell me where that evil beast is now?"

"No comment......"

The barefoot Taoist priest was about to bow his head and sigh, when he saw the old beggar write two words on the mahogany table with his index finger dipped in wine:

"...... above"

Before the word "face" could be written, the old beggar's right hand suddenly cracked its flesh and skin, and its blood vessels collapsed, and it swelled violently by two times! Every muscle in his entire arm made a cracking sound, which made people feel terrified!

The barefoot Taoist priest was stunned:

"Could it be that you, like the Taigong Master Ancestor back then, fell for the immortality of that evil animal?"

The old beggar gritted his teeth in pain and did not answer. The same happened to his left arm. At the same time as the left arm burst, the festering right arm just now began to repair and regenerate.

The regeneration and collapse of the limbs of the whole body alternated, and after repeating it several times, the old beggar roared in pain:

"Hurry!

The barefoot Taoist priest's expression suddenly became serious, he held the hilt of the peachwood sword in his hand, and hesitated:

"I have killed the Taigong Master with my own hands! This sword can no longer be stained with the blood of the same sect!"

"Do you want to watch me suffer?

At this moment, the four people in the Qingling Temple heard a cold voice at the same time:

"There is still a ...... way"

The ethereal voice echoed in the temple for a long time, and Su Ji and the little Taoist priest looked up together, only to feel that the voice came from the distant sky.

By the time the two men lowered their heads, the barefoot Taoist priest had already followed the sound out of the door, and the old beggar did not know where to go......