Beauty's Personal Physician

This old man is unkempt, and even faintly dross, but the aroma of the brewed tea is so intoxicating that he can't help but want to take a sip.

"Two benefactors, please sit down." The old Taoist chuckled lightly, with a kind face, like an old man who has lived in the barren mountains and ridges for a long time looking at the forest.

"Dare to ask about the long hair number?" Yang Di carefully sat down cross-legged on a futon on the right, and asked the name of this veteran.

This is undoubtedly a monk, and the unfathomable aura is like a fairy. Among the monks Yang Di has met, except for the fairy sister, no one has ever given him such an illusion .

Even, Yang Di felt in a trance that even if it was a fairy voice, it might not be able to cultivate above this old way.

Of course, according to what Zong Xun said, now Xianyin is just a spirit body of her real deity. If it is her real deity, she doesn't know how powerful she is.

How could there be such a veteran in the world?Yang Di felt unbelievable. Did the old man really live in a Taoist temple that would float in the air and appear from time to time?

"Old Taoist Qinggu." The old man smiled, "Donor don't need to be wary, the old Taoist has no malice towards you!"

"Daoist Qinggu, you are polite." Yang Di raised his hand to compose, and at the same time, he was amused secretly, as if he was indeed a little nervous.

If such an old Taoist, who is full of mystery everywhere, is as unpredictable as a fairy, if he really wants to harm them, it may be just a matter of lifting his hands.

"Wanxi, do you have something to ask Taoist Master Qinggu?" Yang Di turned to the female ghost beside her, who was very quiet at the moment, as if she was trying to think about something, her pale face was charming under the bright moonlight .

Both Yang Di and the old man waited quietly without interruption.

"Before the death of King Xi, he once said that he regretted that he should have mistakenly believed in the Way of Promise. As far as I know, the tribe of King Xi has its own ancient inheritance, and there is no need to learn other people's ways. Who on earth explained the Way of Promise to him? " Wanxi asked faintly, she had thought about these questions for a long time and confused them for thousands of years, and she still wanted to find out the truth for the Xiwang tribe.

"It's the old way." The old man Qinggu nodded with a smile.

"Why did the priest preach to that generation of King Xi?" Wanxi asked again.

"Kill him!" The old man said calmly, but those two simple words made Yang Di change color, and the female ghost Wanxi who had been depressed before had a hint of anger in her eyes.

After only a few breaths, Wan Xi'an got separated, and she sighed in a low voice: "Why did the Taoist priest kill King Xi?"

Through the ages, everything has become a thing of the past, and it may be meaningless to care about it now. She just wants to find out for the Xiwang tribe the truth that pushes the tribe to an end.

"Naturally, it was the Xi Wang Mu Changge who led that life astray." The old man Qinggu said with a smile, with a gentle face, like a kind old man.

It's just that every word that comes out is like a sharp arrow, piercing thousands of holes in Wanxi's heart.

She had never liked Xi Wang before her death, but her fate was entangled with Xi Wang's tribe, and her feelings towards Xi Wang were complicated, with guilt, regret, and sympathy.

Mu Zheng once said in her ear that the King of the West was determined to revive the tribe, and he had a knot in his heart that couldn't be resolved. At the beginning, he agreed to marry the royal family because he wanted to use Li Longji's power to exchange some opportunities for the tribe. It became a catastrophe, but it was not Xiwang's fault.

Mu Zheng has been very loyal to the tribe all his life, and he is also very loyal to the King of the West. Wanxi is affected by it, and it is inevitable that he will grieve for the tribe's final dismal ending through the ages.

Now when she hears such secrets, her heart hurts because she doesn't understand, but she can't explain why she feels so uncomfortable.

Perhaps, since the day she married Xi Wang, that ancient tribe has become her concern, and after being kicked out, she will never forget it, even until her death.

"It's all over..." Yang Di sighed, he didn't know how to comfort the female ghost, he could feel that this Qinggu veteran didn't have any murderous intent, but calm and gentle.

It's just those words, thinking about it, Yang Di knew that the female ghost Wanxi must be heartbroken. She insisted on sticking to it for thousands of years, and finally found the truth of the tribe's eternal doom, but the result was so bleak.

"Are you doing something for Emperor Tang?" Wan Xi asked quietly after a long time.

"No, the old Taoist has nothing to do with the Emperor Tang of that life. If you have to be serious, there is indeed some connection," the old man Qinggu said with a peaceful smile, "It was thousands of years ago...the old Taoist once opened an altar on the top of Mount Tai After seventy-seven to forty days, I finally cut off Li Longji's royal aura as he wished!"

"This..." Yang Di was taken aback, feeling a chill down his spine for some reason.

An old Taoist who appeared mysteriously and strangely above the Kunlun Mountains. He was old and dross, but he claimed that he had cut off the vitality of Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji of Tang Dynasty.

If he hadn't heard these words with his own ears, Yang Di couldn't believe it, but his intuition told him that it was probably true.

Because the origin of this old man seems to be full of magic, is he really a fairy in the world?

"Are you making love?" Wanxi was not as complicated as Yang Di thought, but just sighed sadly.

"At that time, the Tang Emperor's luck was getting weaker and weaker, and the old Taoist felt remorseful, so he cut off his dragon luck for the late Mu Changge. But later, someone persuaded me to be lenient, so I didn't take his life." The old man told me frankly.

"Then why did you lead Xi Wang astray in the beginning?" The female ghost Wan Xiyou sighed bitterly: "If Xi Wang is not damaged, how can I harm him just because of my misfortune?"

"Ghosts are obsessed, and want to take away his Dao fruit, but also want to take away the West King Pagoda." Qinggu old man told the truth.

"What about now?" Wanxi sneered, she was not worth it for the entire Xiwang tribe, no matter how honest the old man was, the mistakes he made were still unforgivable.

As for the matter of Lao Dao cutting off the Tang Emperor's Dragon Luck later, it couldn't make up for anything, because at that time, including her love life, Mu Zheng, all the people of the Xiwang tribe had only bones left, and there was nothing left to salvage.

Yang Di broke into a cold sweat for her, now everything is empty, and it is meaningless to get to the bottom of it, so aggressive, Yang Di is really afraid that this old man will be furious.

"Right now, the old Taoist still has some unresolved ties, and among them, he owes a cause and effect to the Xiwang tribe!" The old man Qinggu didn't get angry, and even his face was still kind and kind, and his voice was sincere.

"How to end it?" Wanxi asked stubbornly.

"Xi Wang was ambitious all his life, and he had accumulated resentment in his heart. Later, he was cut off by the evil curse of calamity. His body must have been turned into a curse, so let the old Taoist help him return to ashes and dust." The old Taoist Qinggu sighed.

Wanxi was silent.

Yang Di was a little surprised, the female ghost didn't make any excuses, it seems that Xi Wang didn't seem like a good person before he was alive.

It's just that what the old Taoist said made Yang Di feel a little bit puzzled. What does Xi Wang's "remains have become an evil barrier" mean? Could it be that he has become a zombie? Isn't it such an exaggeration?

Moreover, they had been to the ruins of the Xiwang tribe before, and they did not find any non-rotten corpses. Where did the remaining body of the Xiwang come from?

and many more! !

Suddenly, Yang Di felt chills down his spine and thought of something.

In the royal palace at the Xiwang ruins before, he seemed to feel that a pair of eyes were staring at him. Could it be that it was not an illusion, but...

Hiss~~~~ At this point, Yang Di gasped and broke out in a cold sweat.