Taihu Lake was calm, and after about half a day, the three of them were already close to the ferry port in Suzhou.

Xuan Miao Temple is located in the center of Gusu City.

After a while, they abandoned ship and landed, and the three of them walked to the city with their heads bored.

Murong Xihua pulled Dian Jing, who was looking left and right, to lead the way without saying a word, and Huangfu couldn't figure out her thoughts, and began to look at the surrounding elegance with interest.

After turning a few streets, the three of them finally came to the Xuan Miao Temple.

Heavy eaves rest mountain, carved beams and painted, so not magnificent.

Huangfu Yan and Murong Xihua stepped forward side by side and slammed the door lightly.

When he was young, the Taoist temple was wide open, and a Taoist boy walked out, and when he saw the three people standing in front of the temple, he did not invite them in, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you looking for?"

Huangfu Yan secretly looked at the person in front of him, and saw that he was eleven or twelve years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and knew that he was not the person Murong Xihua was looking for, so he asked, "Ziyang Zhenren can be inside?"

Dao Tong said lightly: "The master is inside, but he never sees outsiders, please go back." When he had finished speaking, he was to close the door.

Huangfu subconsciously went to stop it, and as soon as his hand touched the wooden door, he felt a huge force surging on the door, and he was almost shaken off his hand by carelessness.

I was surprised for a while, I didn't expect this little Taoist boy to have such skills, so I heard Murong Xihua say with an angry face: "You little master, what do you mean, I waited to come here to talk to a real person about something important, you are a disciple, if you don't return it, why stop me from waiting." ”

When Dao Tong heard this, he snorted coldly, and he was not ashamed, and said impatiently: "If you have anything important, just come and I will tell the master." ”

Murong Xihua was furious, and the bone fan in his hand was about to knock at his numb hole.

That Dao Tong saw it, thinking that just now Huangfu Yan ignored his own internal force shock, and secretly paid that the person in front of him was also a strong martial artist, and he didn't dare to take it hard, and when he mentioned the true qi of the dantian, he "exhaled", and suddenly a somersault turned backwards.

Murong Xihua had no intention of hurting him, but she was just angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. After the blow, he already realized that he was a little out of shape and withdrew his hand.

Unexpectedly, when the boy saw it, he rushed forward, took out the sword he carried, jumped up, and stabbed Murong Xihua in the lower abdomen with a move of "sword passing through the jade gate".

Murong Xihua was secretly angry, not panicked when he was in danger, and with a wave of his left hand, a potential strength forced the sword to attack slightly, and then cast the Ecstasy Dafa, and the bone fan let out a strange roar.

Dao Tong's face was stagnant, and his eyes were confused.

At this moment, an old voice came from afar: "Haha, the distinguished guest has come to the door, the old way is not far away!" The voice was like a morning bell in the evening, waking up the Taoist boy who was about to fall into the method of ecstasy.

Dao Tong suddenly realized, furious, and snorted: "You demon, what tricks did you use against me just now......" As he spoke, he copied it with his left hand and already held Murong Xihua's bone fan.

When Murong Xihua heard the arrival of Ziyang Zhenren, she didn't want to be like him, but Dao Tong had to inch in, and pointed over with a sword in his right hand.

"Poof!"

A strong wind shot out from inside the door, and Dao Tong's wrist went numb, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Lingsu, don't stop yet!" the figure of Ziyang Zhenren flew in.

The Dao boy, who was called Lingsu, shook his soul and obediently stood aside. His eyes looked at the three of them, full of hostility.

Ziyang Zhenren flew in the air and glared at Lingsu Daotong: "Why, I've been with Mr. Dongpo for a few years, and my temper is good!"

Lingsu Daotong was a little cramped and at a loss.

Seeing this, the emperor said with a smile: "Don't blame the old immortals, we also have something wrong!"

When Lingsu Daotong heard this, he couldn't help but have a good impression of him. This little Taoist boy was originally named Lin Lingsu, famous in history, is an important master of the Taoist Shenxiao School, deeply appreciated by Song Huizong, once fought with Cai Jingming, but for what his character is, it is controversial in history.

Murong Xihua saw that Huangfu was speaking for this child, gave him a blank look, and gave Ziyang Zhenren a disciple salute, and said: "The old man Xianyun Yehe, since the farewell of Bianliang's 'Zangfeng Pavilion', the younger generation has not been able to meet him for seven or eight years. As he spoke, his tone paused slightly, Murong Xihua looked bitter, and said: "I came to disturb today, I really have something important to ask for......" Soon, he said the matter of Dian Jing.

"Since this girl is also a disciple of the Tianxiang Goddess, then the old Taoist must do her best to say anything!" Ziyang Zhenren sighed, and said: "'The three elders of the empty gate', now I am afraid that only the old Taoist is still alive in the world......" The words are indescribably desolate and lonely.

Time has passed, and the old masters have gradually disappeared from the eyes of the world. This Ziyang Zhenren and Murong Xihua's master Tianxiang Goddess, as well as another Buddhist master, were called the "Three Elders of the Empty Gate" back then, and they jointly ruled the bull's ear of the Central Plains martial arts.

While speaking, Ziyang Zhenren had already brought the three of them into the Sanqing Palace.

Ziyang is a real fairy with a bone, humorous words, and everyone followed him all the way, only to feel a sense of peace. When he diagnosed Dian Jing's pulse, Dian Jing, who had always recognized her life, did not struggle to resist in the slightest, and the emperor who saw it was secretly surprised. You must know that after this girl lost her mind, except for Murong Xihua, as long as a stranger approached, she would cry like crazy.

After about a while, wisps of smoke erupted from his mouth and nose, and it became thicker and thicker, and in an instant, his entire body was submerged, and he looked like a Daluo immortal who was soaring through the clouds.

Huang Fu Yan saw his eyelids jump, and then he knew why Murong Xihua was sure that this way could help Dian Jing recover his senses, just by looking at the tip of the iceberg he revealed at this time, he knew that this person was actually an innate master.

After a long time, Ziyang Zhenren dissipated his internal strength, and sighed slightly: "This girl is missing a soul, she should be frightened and hid herself!"

When the emperor saw it, he slandered in his heart, and this old-fashioned method of deceiving people was too unsophisticated. Back then, he also helped people exorcise ghosts and summon spirits, but the professional ethics are needless to say, which time is not to prepare the demon charm in advance, ink bucket, law seal, compass, incense, please grandfather......

Soon, Murong Xihua saw that Ziyang Zhenren let go of his hand, pondered, and said nervously: "How is Dian Jing, how is her......" Before she finished speaking, she saw Ziyang Lao Dao shaking his head.

Murong Xihua's face turned pale, and her expression was even more distressed.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ziyang Zhenren's mouth, and he suddenly said to Huangfu Yan, who was thinking nonsense: "Daoyou, if you want to save this girl, I'm afraid I need you to help!"

Huangfu was thundered by the sound of "Daoyou", so he heard Murong Xihua say in surprise: "What way?"

Ziyang Zhenren looked at Murong Xihua and Huangfu with a strange expression, and squeezed out two words: "Double cultivation!"

"Ah!" both shouted at the same time.