The evening breeze echoed in the yard, the grass leaves were falling around, the dim candles were flickering, and there was a middle-aged woman sitting in the courtyard, her appearance was not outstanding, but she had a bit of a generous taste, leaning against the stone table.
The servant who was the next leader bent down and said tremblingly:
"I asked the young master, and he said that Dongshanyue has a pleasant climate and does not want to come back."
Lu Wanrong shook her head helplessly, sighed lowly, and said softly:
"I don't know him yet? It's just looking for witchcraft in the land of Dongshanyue... If you want to open up a spiritual aperture, but his father hasn't returned for a long time, and I can't talk about 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 for three levels, and the second son Li Yuanyun has no spiritual aperture, nameless, and now she is becoming more and more gloomy.
Li Yuanyun's changes Lu Wanrong saw it in her heart, anxious, and told Li Xuanling several times, every time Li Xuanling talked about this legitimate son, he always wanted to go with him, as long as it didn't harm anyone......
She was originally a sensitive woman, and she inexplicably felt a sense of guilt from her husband, and she always forgave Li Yuanyun, which made 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 look up, the rest of the Xuanzi generation, whether it was Li Xuanfeng or Li Xuanxuan, were 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?"
"Back to Madam, the news from the 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 highly talented, and now she is only a three-layer cultivation of fetal interest, unable to keep up with her husband's footsteps, and because of her sensitive surname, she does not dare to buy a house to take power, and has always kept a low profile, but now Li Xuanling has not returned for three months, Lu Wanrong can no longer hold back.
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, something must have happened... How to reply on the mountain?"
The servant knelt down with a thud and whispered:
"Back to Madam, Li Jingshan has been blocked up and down, and we are not able to see the young master."
Lu Wanrong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a strong uneasiness rose in her heart, she quickly took the pen and ink, wrote quickly, and muttered:
"No, there must be a problem here, I have to ask Qinghong."
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Li Xuanling crossed the river again, shuttled through the sea of clouds for a while, caught a few people to ask for directions, determined the direction of Luoxia Mountain, flew slowly in the wind, fell down from time to time and walked, and the wind was calm along the way.
This road is along the territory of Xu Guo, there are still most Taoist temples around, Li Xuanling looked in the direction, went around in circles, and actually arrived near Bianyan Mountain, now this is the junction of Xiuyue Sect and Jinmen, the wasteland back then has sprung green vegetable sprouts, which is quite pleasant in the foggy rain, and there are pedestrians on the road, which is a bit lively.
"After all, the Xiuyue Sect is the most upright among the three sects, which is really rare......"
Most of the disciples practice on the mountains and do not often walk in the world, so there are no famous monks, except for the Shangyuan Zhenren, who is known as the first under the golden pill, the rest of the characters of the Xiuyue Sect are unknown and unknown.
"Bian Yan Mountain... There seems to be a Taoist temple, that Taoist temple was forced by demons back then, and had to collect boys and girls for the monster to eat, I don't know what happened now."
Under the rule of the Xiuyue Sect, it is explicitly forbidden to attack each other among the Taoist traditions, and there are many small clans of Taoist temples on the mountaintops, although they conspire to frame and frame the family in private, and they are still indispensable for annexation and murder every year, and the competition with the rest of the land is already much milder.
Li Xuanling wandered around here for a while, looking at the mountain fog and drizzle, thinking of the Taoist temple he had seen when he came to exorcise demons, and secretly said in his heart:
"The Purple Mansion asked me to go to Luoxia Mountain, but he didn't give me a time......"
Although he Li Xuanling was not a greedy person who was afraid of death, he had already accepted this arrangement, but he also wanted to live a few more days and see more of this world, and now he thought to himself:
"Riding the wind all the way, the mana has also been lost a little, so why not take a look at this small temple, take a break, and then go north."
So the wind fell, now the world is peaceful, the solid small hall covered by the phantom array back then has now been generously revealed, the stone statues on both sides are majestic, dripping rain wet, and they can't help but flow down the cheeks of the stone statues, Li Xuanling pinched the spell, gently knocked twice on the gray-red wooden door with the peach talisman attached, and said with a smile:
"The mountain and wild scattered cultivators came to visit, and asked the temple master to open the door!"
Li Xuanling called twice, but no one answered, he was slightly frightened, and raised his hand with some hesitation, but the gray-red door slowly opened.
"Crunch—"
The door of the palace opened slowly without wind, and the morning breeze poured into the hall with fresh rainwater.
It was raining lightly outside the courtyard, the white crane was crying, but the inside of the hall was dark, the candlelight was slightly yellow, and the inexplicable smell of incense mixed with blood came to the face, which was uncomfortable.
The dark blood flowed on the ground, reflecting a little golden light, the puppet's mud statue was solemn, but there was a corpse vertical below, and the headless corpse of an old Taoist priest knelt in front of the hall, with gray hair scattered all over the ground, fluttering gently with the wind.
The futon in the middle was already covered with piles of Taoist corpses, with layers of horizontal and vertical corpses piled high, and the eyes were wide open, but there was no grievance at all, but there was a sense of tranquility and tranquility.
Above the corpse mountain sat quietly cross-legged was a shirtless monk, his muscles were capable and red, his lines were clear, his hands were folded, his eyes closed in contemplation, and a golden mark appeared between his eyebrows, flashing continuously.
The ground was covered with stumps and flesh covered with lacquered golden runes, and blood dripped from the red-dyed Taoist silk, making a ticking sound, landing on the almost perfect muscle lines of the monk in the middle, he was unaware and motionless.
"Dharma Wisdom ......"
This person was the monk who Li Xuanling passed through Zhao Guo's short Chen Township more than ten days ago and rushed forward to entangle Li Xuanling for no reason.
Fa Hui's ears moved, her resolute face was full of dried blood, her eyelids moved twice, and she slowly opened her eyes, her children's hole was golden red, full of fiery anger, and she stared quietly at Li Xuanling below.
"Snake dragon beast, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"