Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 51
Together, Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan picked up more than 160 copper coins in one night.

In the early morning of the next day, I bought some dried fruits and jujube cakes at the market, put them on the longevity lock, and prepared to make gifts for Li Fu.

It can be said that he didn't find a penny, and a silver lock was put in.

But this is also a due courtesy.

Li Fu's servant saw the invitation and knew that they were distinguished guests from Mingjing Mountain, so he led the two of them to the backyard along the road with few people.

Speaking of the backyard, Lingyu thinks it should be called the back mountain.

Li Fu's home is next to Fangshan Lake, and after walking around in it, he will find that the pond in his backyard is Fangshan Lake, and the garden in his backyard is Fangshan.

Where the house is connected to the lake, there is a huge vine tree. Its leaves may not grow this season, so there are no leaves now.

Ling Yu couldn't tell what kind of vine tree it was.

"It's too big." Ling Yu said casually.

The servant who led the way laughed: "Master Xian has good eyesight, and our members set up our home here for this big vine tree."

"According to Feng Shui masters, it can protect the family house for more than a hundred generations."

It's not like Ling Yu has never seen a tree that can protect ordinary people.

There is a ready-made Bodhi without root on Mingjing Mountain.

But that tree was planted on the spiritual vein by the true god.

The big vine tree in Fangshan Lake doesn't look like a fairy, it's even very weird.

It seems that if you don't eat some people, you can't grow up.

"Oh, that's really amazing." Ling Yu replied perfunctorily.

She didn't intend to be eccentric, but her tone was so unbearable to answer, so the servant stopped answering, took the two of them to a wing in the courtyard and left.

At this point in time, it was still too early to leave the banquet.

Wen Jingchan is not a person who likes to show his face. There are too many people in Li Fu's house now, and they will meet a bunch of them when they go out.

He simply closed his eyes and meditated in the room, and Ling Yu was not idle, just wandering along the road.

She learned the formation method so badly that she now felt that the arrangement in the house was a little strange, but she couldn't figure out what was so strange for a long time.

You should still take a good look at the gossip and six lines.

Going around, she came to the big vine tree.

After Ling Yu approached, he realized that the vine tree was extremely ugly.The intertwined vines are like a nest of young snakes.

With such branches, it has grown to such a towering height.

If you look carefully, there are blue veins like those on the back of a human hand protruding from each vine, and there are molted shells of various insects in the gaps, which may also be corpses.

Believing that such things would bless the family, Ling Yu felt that it would be better to pay homage to Rootless Bodhi and protect herself from being eaten.

Her brows were furrowed, her expression full of disgust.

"The immortal seems to be very disgusted with it?" Someone spoke not far in front of her.

Ling Yu never found him, because the man was behind the vine tree, just blocked by the ugly trunk.

She raised her head to look at the speaker, her calm eyes seemed to be looking at a flower and a leaf.

In short, it's not like looking at a living person who takes the initiative to talk to himself.

Most people would be somewhat curious or surprised, but she had no such intention.

Ling Yu ignores everyone equally, she is indeed too disinterested in mortals.

The one in front of him, with a high probability, is the grandson of Li Fu's grandson who will make a lot of achievements in the future.

He was wearing an old Taoist robe, and the whisk in his hand was somewhat nondescript.

Ascetics don't pay attention to things outside the body, but they wear countless gold, silver and precious stones.

Even the handle of the dust whisk is made of suet jade, and there is a translucent green gemstone adorned on the tail.

His cloud shoulder is quite new, the stitches should have been made by many embroiderers with great effort, and the materials are also luxurious.

The sun shines on the silk thread, and the brilliance refracts, not gold or silver.

Ling Yu is really convinced, how can this Li Fu member be so rich, and he spends so much money to raise a warlock.

What did Liu Xu do to them?
Or is it that she is too ignorant of the fact of making money, so she is shortsighted and thinks that the family property cannot be saved in 200 years?

"Does it have something to do with you?" The disgust in Ling Yu's words was half because of this ugly tree, and half because of Li Fu's wealth.

She endured the nausea and looked at it from the edge of the vine tree.

"Ling Yu." There was a faint call in her ear, as if someone was calling her from afar.

Ling Yu turned her head subconsciously, but there were groups of talking and laughing people behind her, and no one noticed her.

The only one looking at her was the nonchalant Taoist priest by the tree.

Just when she thought it was her own illusion, someone called her again.

This time the voice was still ethereal, but it seemed to be whispering in her ear.

Ling Yu recalled it, her eyes rummaged through the branches of this vine tree inch by inch.

The voice never sounded again, and she didn't see any clues.

But she vaguely smelled a bloody smell.

And it's not animal blood.

There is no fear or pain in the smell of blood, on the contrary, there is also a hint of sweetness.

"What's wrong with the fairy master?" Just as she was about to grasp that inch of clues, the Taoist priest who was in the way next to her interrupted her train of thought.

Ling Yu had met Taoist Qingshan several times, and she had seen real Taoist priests, so she couldn't develop a good impression of this flamboyant one in front of her.

"Are you free?" Ling Yu asked him.

The Taoist was not ashamed, and Ling Yu was willing to talk to him, so he followed the example of the cauliflower snake and climbed up the snake pole.

"Seeing that the immortal master is thoughtful, I want to know what the immortal master is thinking." The Taoist said with a shameless smile, "The immortal master should be a person who cultivates the Tao, and he should not hesitate to teach you."

He didn't even use interrogative sentences, but directly kidnapped Ling Yu morally.

It's a pity that Ling Yu doesn't have much morality.

"It's none of your business." Ling Yu had thought about these words over and over again, thinking that she seemed very decent, her first reaction in her heart was another way of saying that she was very offending.

"If the immortal master doesn't tell me, then I won't ask." The Taoist went down the steps by himself.

Ling Yu touched the seal between her forehead with two fingers, and a trace of spiritual power floated out from the sea of ​​consciousness, lingering in front of her eyes.

She looked left and right, and looked at the land under her feet for a long time, but she still didn't see anything unusual in the end.

She didn't linger too long, and turned around and went back to the wing room.

Standing under the tree, the Taoist priest slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold and mocking smile.

If Ling Yu saw him like this, he might find it much more pleasing than the flattering attitude just now.

"You want to see through my maze," the Taoist snorted coldly, "I really treat myself like a dish."

The dust whisk in his hand was surrounded by a dark purple gleam, and there were strands of black shadows moving under the vine tree.

The Taoist took out Yunxia's seal from his cuff, and played with it in his hand: "A mere Mingjing Mountain is also worthy of being my enemy?"

(End of this chapter)