Beauty's Personal Physician

Afterwards, Yang Di talked a lot with this ancient female ghost. Although Wanxi was taciturn, Yang Di was very patient.

"By the way, isn't there a West King Tower in the Xiwang tribe, which was also stolen by your high priest?" Yang Di suddenly thought of another thing.

"The West King Pagoda was lost a long time ago, and its whereabouts are unknown. Otherwise, the West King would not have been killed by me..." The female ghost Wanxi felt sad for a while.

"That's not your fault, it's all the insidious trick of that old man Li Longji!" Yang Di shook his head.

"But I was their pawn to kill King Xi. If that curse had grown on someone else, it would be impossible to harm King Xi. After all, I am an ominous person." Wan Xi said quietly.

Yang Di opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After a moment of silence, he smiled like this: "But you are with us now, but you won't harm anyone."

"Hehe, in the past, you were also a satisfactory husband." The female ghost Wanxi rarely smiled.

This made Yang Di very ashamed. If the girls heard this, they would despise him again.

The evening wind on the top of the mountain was very cool, and there was one person and one ghost, standing on the edge of the cliff like this, the moonlight was bright and the surrounding was very quiet.

After a long time, just as Yang Di was about to take the female ghost Wanxi back to the tent, suddenly, in the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, an ancient building appeared, under the moonlight, it looked like a celestial tower floating in the sky.

"Is it a phantom again..." Yang Di rubbed his eyes, for some reason, the building floating in the sea of ​​clouds looked very real.

It was a Taoist temple, with a rooftop for sacrifices, symmetrical bell and drum towers, and a gourd-shaped tower.

Through the arched stone gate, a long path leads directly to those buildings.

And under the steps of the main entrance, there is an open space covered with bluestone slabs, and an old osmanthus tree with a crooked neck is planted beside it.

The old tree was planted on the edge of the cornerstone of the Taoist temple. The curved and vigorous branches and most of the branches and leaves were suspended outside the ground. Deep in the clouds and mist, there were wisps of light lingering, ethereal and extraordinary, like the night sky. A fairy tree that is swallowing Ruicai.

The entire Taoist temple is floating in the clouds, and under the night, it is like a mirage, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.

It is not the first time that Yang Di has seen a building emerging from the sea of ​​clouds. He has also seen Xiandao before, so he is not sure what it is.

Reason told him that it should be just an illusion, but for some reason, Yang Di had the illusion that the Taoist temple floating in the clouds was very real.

The female ghost Wanxi was also staring at the ancient Taoist temple in the distance in a daze.

"The benefactor's heart is kind, and he can be full of sincerity to ghosts. It really admires the old man. Why don't you move and come to the temple to have a glass of refreshing mustard!"

Suddenly, in the Taoist temple floating in the clouds, there was an old voice, calm and peaceful, like the leisurely echo of midnight.

Yang Di's complexion changed, did he not only have hallucinations, but also auditory hallucinations?

The female ghost Wanxi was still there in a daze. I don't know how long it took before she sighed quietly: "Is it Wuji Taoist temple... Before the king of Xi died, he said that he had two major hatreds in his life. Wrongly believing in the Promise Dao..."

Hearing this, Yang Di's complexion became more and more strange. The phantom of the Taoist temple turned out to be the most mysterious Wuji Taoist temple in Kunlun legend besides Yaochi.

But is that really just an illusion? Why did that old and peaceful voice just now sound so real, like an old man really lived in that Taoist temple.

"Mu Changge's mistake is not to believe in the infinite way, but to believe in people who shouldn't be believed." In the vicissitudes of the Taoist temple, he actually had a conversation with the female ghost Wanxi in the air.

This made Yang Di's heart skip a beat again. Could it be that it's not hallucinations and auditory hallucinations?

"There is no need for the benefactor to be suspicious. You can bring her here. The old Taoist once had a relationship with King Xi, and I would like to have a chat with you."

The old Taoist in Guanzhong seemed to know his thoughts, and said calmly. Immediately, under Yang Di's dumbfounded gaze, the branches and leaves of the old osmanthus tree stretched out in the sea of ​​clouds began to continuously extend towards this side.

Those branches and leaves, as if using special effects, spread towards the cliff at an alarming speed. In a few seconds, a bridge with luxuriant branches was built between the Taoist temple and the cliff.

This bridge spans the clouds and mist, and the branches and leaves are shining brightly and jeweled, making Yang Di unable to believe his eyes.

He and Wanxi stood on the edge of the cliff, the overpass with branches and leaves spread out was right under their feet, Yang Di couldn't help stretching out his feet, and stepped on the bridge with intertwined branches and leaves, feeling that his feet were very heavy, not like an illusion.

This time Yang Di was finally moved. It was really unexpected that such a strange event would happen at the top of Yuxu Peak in the Kunlun Mountains.

He originally came here to find the footprints of Xianyin, but what he saw and heard was beyond imagination.

"The person that the benefactor is thinking of, the old Taoist also knows some secrets, and I can share it with you!" In the Taoist temple, the old man spoke again.

Hearing these words, Yang Di was a little moved. That Taoist temple, and the old Taoists in the Taoist temple, are full of mystery. They are obviously not from this era. The old man may really know something related to Xianyin.

"Wanxi, shall we go there?" Yang Di hesitated for a moment and asked the female ghost beside him.

However, just as he was speaking, Wanxi had already floated onto the overpass with intertwined branches and leaves, and was drifting towards the Taoist temple in the clouds.

"I want to clarify the matter for King Xi!" A faint voice floated from behind Wanxi.

"Oh."

Yang Di nodded, didn't think any more, and hurriedly followed.

Stepping on the leafy overpass, Yang Di cautiously looked down, feeling a little dizzy and dazed. This feeling of hanging in the air overlooking the mountains is really shocking.

Gusts of cool wind whistled in my ears, without the cover of the rocks, the cold wind around was blowing more forcefully, Yang Di's body was shaking a little, and I personally felt what it means to be too cold at a high place!

Fortunately, in the end, he and the female ghost Wanxi stepped onto the Taoist temple without any risk, and when they looked back, they were hundreds of meters away from the top of Yuxu Peak.

This is somewhat unreal, like climbing a sky tower, the entire Taoist temple is suspended in the sea of ​​clouds, and the surroundings are quiet.

Passing through an arch between the mottled walls, Yang Di followed Wanxi, stepped on a deep path, and went straight to the main hall.

Stepping over the threshold, Yang Di looked up, and saw that the stone statue of Sanqing Daoist Venerable on the high platform of the main hall had been damaged, and the cinnabar and colored materials had fallen off badly, obviously in disrepair.

There is an incense burner under the high platform, and the smoke is curling up. In the whole hall, only a few candles are lit under the stone statue, and the light is not bright.

However, with the help of the moonlight shining in from outside the door, the view here is still good. A dozen meters away from the door, there is a low wooden table with three futons on the ground.

The position visited by that table happened to be able to bathe in the moonlight, and the light and shadow were trance-like.

An old man with a childlike face and white hair and a tattered Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged and making tea. His beard and hair were all white, and a bun on his head was not neat. The wooden hairpin on the bun is also polished casually.