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Qingfeng paused and almost cried with joy.

Hearing that familiar voice, a monk subconsciously turned his head, and then his pupils shrank.

In the distance, three Taoists were walking towards them, at such a speed that they could shrink to an inch.

Could it be that Master Xuan Yi is back? Is there news that he is far away in southern Xinjiang? How come you came back at such a critical moment?

The monk subconsciously wanted to escape, but they were about to complete their mission. If I just give up, I really won’t be willing to do it.

In the moment of hesitation, golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the three Taoists with fluttering clothes in the distance were already standing at the entrance of Xuanqing Temple.

"Everyone, do you want to destroy our Xuanqing Temple while I'm away?" The old man in the lead looked like an immortal, his face was calm, and his voice was neither sad nor happy.

However, the expressions of the dozen Taoist priests and monks all changed, and their hands and feet became weak.

There were ghosts who knew how powerful they were, and they had already been scared away.

But there are also many who stay in place and attack regardless of life or death.

When the emperor saw the old man, he looked happy and said, "The real person is finally back."

Master Xuan Yi nodded lightly and said, "I have met the emperor."

Then he scanned the bloody Xuanqing Temple and the surrounding ghosts, and quietly told the two disciples, "There is no need to keep them, just clean them all."

"Yes, master."

The two disciples looked away from Ling Chu, bowed in response, and quickly made seals with their hands.

One person dealt with the ghosts, and the other dealt with the dozen monks and Taoists.

Master Xuan Yi ignored the two disciples behind him and walked towards Ling Chu's direction.

He lost his mind and the unknowing ghost rushed toward him ferociously. However, before he could get close, he was bounced away by the golden light on his body.

Before he even had time to utter a scream, he passed away.

Seeing Master Xuan Yi, Qingfeng was a little worried, "Master, if you don't come back, you won't see your disciple anymore."

Master Xuan Yi just glanced at him briefly and then withdrew his gaze. He continued walking towards Ling Chu without stopping.

Qingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, he hadn't seen him for a long time, but the master still only had eyes for his little junior sister. In the eyes of the master, he is as dispensable as the stone at the door of the Taoist temple.

Qingfeng cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say a word. He didn't take good care of his little junior sister, and he didn't know if the master would punish him.

Ling Chu didn't look at Xuan Yi, his eyes were a little hollow, and he kept controlling the shovel and hammer to kill the ghosts.

"Xiao Si." Master Xuan Yi followed her line of sight and looked at the big shovel and the small hammer, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. But he didn't say anything, he just called out softly, raised his right hand and put his fingers together.

As he read the sutra in his mouth, he quickly tapped Ling Chu's forehead with his two fingers.

Ling Chu was unconscious at the moment and had no idea who the person in front of him was. She just instinctively raised her hand to push the person in front of her away.

However, Master Xuan Yi touched his shoulder with his left hand, and he was immediately unable to move.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Master Xuan Yi took his hand back and called out in a kind voice, "Xiao Si."

Ling Chu blinked, and the confusion in her eyes receded. When she saw the immortal old man in front of her, she blurted out, "Master."

After the words came out, Ling Chu was startled.

This was the first time she saw this person, but she knew that this was Xuan Yi without anyone having to say anything.

This is the memory left in her mind by the original owner.

Seeing that she had regained consciousness, Qingfeng's tense heartstrings relaxed and she blurted out, "Xiao Si, you really scared me to death. Fortunately, the master is back."

Ling Chu was a little confused. What had she done? Why did the third senior brother look so scared?

Qingfeng opened her mouth, and was about to say that she had just become disowned, and that gods would kill gods and Buddhas.

Master Xuan Yi glanced at him lightly, his voice full of warning, "Qingfeng."

Qingfeng felt a chill in her heart and immediately swallowed back the words that came to her lips. He quickly put on a smile and quickly changed the subject, "Little junior sister, master, senior brother and two senior brothers are all back."

Distracted by him, Ling Chu came back to his senses. Then he remembered the fight just now and hurriedly turned his head to look. The dozen or so monks and Taoists who were besieging him all collapsed on the ground, looking dejected and shocked.

As for those eerie ghosts, they have long since disappeared, and even the air has returned to its original quietness and peace. Two Taoists with fluttering clothes were looking towards her, and they both smiled at her, "Xiao Si."

"First senior brother, second senior brother."

The two of them were different from what she had imagined. Senior brother Ji Yuan was a bit rigid and serious. He was the one who looked the most like his master among the brothers and sisters, and all his magic skills were inherited from his master.

However, the second senior brother Nan Gu is tall and thin and smells of medicine.

Ling Chu hurriedly said hello and immediately turned his head to look to the other side.

Only then did he realize that the fight was already over.

More than half of the besieging officers and soldiers were killed or injured. Those who were not dead were also paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

At first glance, it seemed that he had been imprisoned by the magic of the eldest brother and the second brother.

Two-thirds of the Imperial Guards were dead, and the rest were seriously injured.

The emperor was also injured. Fortunately, Commander Pang and others fought to protect him, and no serious injuries were sustained.

Ling Chu's eyes swept over him and finally landed on the tall and straight body, but covered in blood.

She pursed her lips and stepped forward quickly.

He took out the medicine and poured it on his wound, but it was washed away by the blood in the blink of an eye.

Ling Chu's eyes turned red.

Ning Chuyi was looking down at her, and when he saw that she seemed to be about to cry, her heart tightened, "Don't worry, it just looks a little scary, but it's not serious."

Ling Chu paused, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes. Her face was pale, she had obviously lost a lot of blood, yet she was reassured that she was fine.

Somehow, she clearly didn't want to cry, but her emotions came quickly and urgently. Despite trying hard to hold it down, the tears still rolled down like broken beads.

Seeing her crying, Ning Chuyi felt panicked and in pain, "You...don't cry, I'm fine, I really am fine."

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but found that his hand was full of blood. He was afraid that she would cry harder when she saw it, so he quickly pulled back.

Yin Sha and Wei Feng, who were also scarred, saw Ning Chuyi so helpless for the first time.

This scene was really new. The two of them watched it intently, and even suddenly felt that the injuries on their bodies didn't seem that painful anymore.

Lingchu's senior brother and second senior brother stood on one side, looking at Ning Chuyi carefully. Seeing her suddenly burst into tears, the two of them frowned, and their eyes at Ning Chuyi quickly changed from appreciation to dissatisfaction.

Xuan Yi, a master of the immortal style, also looked at Ning Chuyi, but what he looked at was not only the appearance, but also the facial features, bones, momentum, fortune, etc.

After looking at Ning Chuyi, he looked at Ling Chu carefully, raising his right hand slightly and tapping his fingers lightly.

The actions of Ji Yuan and Nan Gu were exactly the same as those of Xuan Yi.

If it were normal for so many people to look at him, Ning Chuyi would have noticed it long ago. But seeing Ling Chu crying now, he was confused and didn't know anything about it.

The emperor noticed it, but Master Xuan Yi's face was calm, and he couldn't see any clues from his face.

He could only glare at Ning Chuyi with some hatred. The master and several senior brothers were watching. Why did he slip up at the critical moment and not even know how to coax a girl?

Afraid that Master Xuan Yi would be dissatisfied with Ning Chuyi, the emperor coughed and stepped forward, "Fortunately Master Xuan Yi came back in time, otherwise I might have returned to the underworld."

Master Xuan Yi slowly withdrew his gaze. Although he could see the emperor's thoughts, he did not reveal it.

"The Emperor's blessings reach heaven and he has God's blessing."

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