Three.

Anyang City is the largest county town in the Xiangjiang River, but since the defeat of the princes, Anyang City has gradually become unpopular, depressed and defeated, many people have fled here since then, and it is rumored that even the gods like the Zhuan clan will fall, then this Anyang City is really an ominous place.

After Ming Shique came here, he couldn't help but feel pity when he saw that the first city of Xiangjiang had become like this, and thought that he had to find out the whereabouts of Xiangjun as soon as possible and crack the mirror demon enchantment to rescue Bai Xia Ying, so he accelerated his pace to Xiangjun Temple.

Xiangjun Temple used to be the place where the people of the entire Anyang City would come to pray for blessings, and before that, Xiangjun and the two Xiang ladies were settled here, performing their duties to eliminate disasters and eliminate disasters for the people.

It's just that now, what appears in the eyes of Ming Shique is no longer a temple with flourishing incense, but a dilapidated ruined temple at the door.

The temple was already entangled with spider silk, and Ming Shiqian dusted off the silk webs and dust as he entered, and finally stopped in front of the three clay statues.

If this statue was still attached to the gods, the cultivators would be able to see the glimmer on the statue, but now that Mrs. Xiang Junxiang is long gone, this statue has become lifeless.

Ming Shique looked back and forth, trying to find a clue, but the dust net was so dense that the entire main hall was unrecognizable, and everything in the past was as deep as if it had been covered up.

"Young man, what are you doing in this ruined temple?" Just as Ming Shi was thinking about it, an old voice came from behind, and he turned around, only to see an old man standing at the entrance of the main hall, although he looked old, but his spirit was still good, his eyebrows were kind, and he did not look old.

Ming Shi saw that it was a senior, so he hurriedly stepped forward to salute, thinking that he had never noticed that someone had come in before, and the old man was afraid that some of his origins were unknown, but in the end he decided to ask him some doubts.

The old man listened carefully to Ming Shique's questions about the reasons for the fall of the princes of Anyang City and the reasons for the desertion of Xiangjun Temple, and replied with a calm smile:

"Haha, the old decay is just hearsay. ”

"Can the junior ask for advice?" Ming Shi saw that the old man seemed to have some origins, and hurriedly asked.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer, but first smiled and stroked his beard, and turned to look at the entrance of the temple, with a kind expression, as if everything was under control.

"I heard that the princes of Zhuan are indeed the descendants of Xiangjun, but they are not the sons of Empress Nuying. ”

"The seniors are saying...... The Shumin Zhuan clan is a descendant of Xiangjun and another woman?"

"Exactly. The old man nodded, staring back at the statues thoughtfully:

The woman was also a commoner, and in order to keep the child, she begged Xiangjun to let the child live the life of a common person, and Xiangjun also agreed. It's just that there was nothing to do with each other, but when Nuying knew about it, she felt that this was Xiangjun betraying their sisters, so she had murderous intent against the princes. ”

Speaking of this, Ming Shique had a slight understanding, so he continued to reason along the clues provided by the old man:

"So Nuying had a fairy grudge for this, and she gave a dream to the Zhuan clan to make her unrestful day and night, and finally the Zhuan clan died of illness, and the family road was ruined, Nuying knew that she had made a big mistake, and in a panic, she had to transfer the fairy resentment to her sister Empress?"

The old man nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, and said, "It is worthy of being a great disciple of Pure Yang, and the power of comprehension is so high, the old man admires it." ”

"Who is the sacredness of the seniors?" Hearing the old man call him "Pure Yang Great Disciple", Ming Shiqi realized that this person must not be an ordinary person, so he wanted to find out his identity.

But the old man obviously didn't mean to report his home, he shook his head with a smile and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Ming Shique before he could take half a step.

"Young man, the old man has told you everything he has heard, what else do you have?"

"Senior...... I know that you are not very human, and the younger generation is facing some difficult things now and still hopes for the guidance of the seniors......" Ming Shique was still hesitating, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still had a certain heart, and continued to ask:

"The juniors are pursuing the whereabouts of Mrs. Xiang Junxiang, but they found that they have the help of the Mirror Demon, and we can't break through the Mirror Demon's enchantment, and ...... And the most important friend of the younger generation was swallowed by the enchantment and disappeared, if the seniors knew about it, could you give some advice?"

"Hahahaha" The old man suddenly laughed when he heard this, took away Ming Shique's hand blocking the way, and walked to the door by himself.

"Senior!" Ming Shi saw that he had no intention of answering, but he still did not give up, and hurriedly caught up.

Who knew that the old man's expression changed, his smile disappeared, and he returned his hand with a palm, and easily slapped Ming Shique a few meters away.

With this palm, Ming Shique, who was knocked to the ground, knew that this person's skills were extraordinary, and he was even above the master.

"You already know everything you should know, if you still want to chase me, then you can only eat me again. The old man looked at Ming Shique expressionlessly, and the determination of his gaze was almost like the smile on his face before.

Ming Shiqi knew that he couldn't ask any more, but he was unwilling, Bai Xiaying's appearance lingered in his mind, so he had to grit his teeth and pray for the last time:

"Senior...... I'm begging you as a junior. ”

The old man was a little surprised when he saw that he was still not dead.

"I promised her that I wouldn't put her in danger again, so even if I lose her cultivation and get seriously injured, or die, I have to rescue her. ”

Seeing that Ming Shique regarded death as home, the old man sighed lightly and said silently:

"Wuji is hard to break, meet the ghost mansion again. ”

As he spoke, the old man left without looking back.

Ming Shique stood up with pain, thinking about the words left by the old man repeatedly, and wanted to return to Wushan immediately to find the enchantment of the mirror demon, but the pain of a few days made him unable to fly with the sword, so he had to sit down patiently and temporarily meditate in the Xiangjun Temple.

Four.

After the old man left the Xiangjun Temple, he flew up to the high place of the temple and looked at Ming Shique condescendingly.

After a while, a tall woman appeared beside him, dressed in a golden dress, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and she was out of the ordinary.

"Yuchen Daojun, I have been looking for you for a long time, and it turns out that you actually went down to help this pure yang Taoist priest. The woman grumbled with a displeased face.

The old man smiled, turned into a true body, showing a tall and majestic posture, he was none other than one of the most authoritative Sanqing Tianzun in the fairy world-Yuchen Daojun, and the woman with a good face beside him was the Fengxian Shengxi Jun among the four auspicious gods - Qingluan Shangshen, he continued to look at the Ming Shiqi who was meditating and cultivating, as if he was talking to himself:

"The old man just came to see the geometry of Xiu Lizhen's current cultivation, and came to help him dial a little. ”

"Then you can't tell him the number of his lives. ”

"Qingluan, this Bai Xia Ying is not his fate. ”

Yuchen Daojun looked down and looked down, his face solemn.

"It's his doom. ”