Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

After all, Yang Xuan is also a soft hearted person. With a wave of his hand, he released a aura and helped the old beggar up from the ground. He said impatiently.

"OK, let's talk about what it is first, and I'll consider whether to help you."

Although he is a kind man, he is not unconditionally kind. No matter what he does, he must say hello first before he can decide whether to help.

Otherwise, if the old beggar asked him to kill and set fire, would he do the same?

The old beggar trembled to Yang Xuan's face and then took out a note from his arms.

This piece of paper used to be very white, but it has been held by the old beggar for so long and has been stained with stains.

Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment, still took the note, and then slowly opened it to see that it was a line of very beautiful small characters.

"At the ugly time tonight, the heavenly king temple in the north of the city will redeem people."

I don't know why this handwriting gave Yang Xuan a familiar illusion, but he soon forgot it.

After returning the note to the old beggar, Yang Xuan asked suspiciously, "have you got a friend kidnapped?"

The old beggar nodded hurriedly.

Yang Xuan then said, "even so, why don't you go to the government to help you find someone, but you found my head?"

You know, this is the capital. At the foot of the emperor, countless monks gathered here and dared not make trouble. The government of the capital can be said to have terrible strength. After all, there are also national palace guards on it. Generally, the government will not trouble the national palace!

This kind of thing happened. Of course, it's best to find them. It's also their duty. It's wrong to find Yang Xuan here.

Sure enough, the old beggar choked again and said, "the man said when he left a note that if I reported to the official, I would immediately tear up my little tiger. How dare I!"

"I thought about it and finally thought of you. I remember you asked about the location of the post station and knew that you must be a public person. That's why I came to you!"

The old beggar said tears, but Yang Xuan couldn't give a expression on his face. He just looked at him so quietly.

At the same time, the little Panther's voice also rang in Yang Xuan's ear: "how, do you see it?"

Yang Xuan whispered, "that's right."

The old beggar in front of him should be an ordinary person anyway, but in Yang Xuan's heavenly eyes, the edge of his body was covered with a white light.

This situation is very obvious. The beggar suppressed his cultivation.

In other words, he is not a beggar himself, but a fake!

In this way, he appeared in front of Yang Xuan. No matter what he did, he was full of suspicion.

"What are you going to do now? Immediately uncover his mask and interrogate the conspiracy behind him? I can teach you a lot of torture methods!"

The little Panther's tone was full of excitement and seemed to want to do it very much.

Yang Xuan had no waves in his heart, but said faintly, "no, I'd better go with him and see what he wants to do."

Such people must be the kind of dead men. As long as they fall into their own hands, they will commit suicide on the spot and block the news. Even if Yang Xuan takes off his mask, he has nothing to do with it.

In that case, it's better to follow him and see what he wants to do!

At the same time, Yang Xuan had another idea in his heart. If the old beggar was disguised, with the cautious mind of those people, he would have killed the real old beggar long ago. Maybe now the body has been destroyed.

At least he is a person who has met with him. If he can revenge, Yang Xuan will never mind helping by the way.

After making up his mind, Yang Xuan nodded to the old beggar and said, "where was the king temple that day? Take me there now!"

The old beggar didn't find that his disguise had been pierced by Yang Xuan and was still acting. He said excitedly: "thank you, thank you! I'll take you there right away!"

Having said that, they turned around to lead the way. The officials over there saw that Yang Xuan was going out. After looking at each other, they stood over and whispered, "Captain, do you want our brothers to go over with you?"

Yang Xuan lightly waved his hand: "no, I'll go alone."

Then he followed the old beggar out.

The two men walked out of the city all the way along the road. When they finally saw the bare little temple, it was already dark.

Yang Xuan watched the old beggar's reaction all the way. He didn't find a trace. He even talked and walked like the old beggar before. He was really a genius actor. If you don't have a heavenly eye, you must have been cheated!

Stopping in front of the temple, the old beggar stretched out his hand to Yang Xuan and said, "look, sir, there is the heavenly king temple. My adopted son, little tiger, is inside. Please save him!"

Yang Xuan looked at the dark temple door and nodded. Just about to go forward, he turned around and grabbed the old beggar.

"There may be many associates inside. I'm afraid I'll recognize the wrong person at that time. You'd better go in with me and help me identify it!"

The old beggar's face immediately became unnatural, patted Yang Xuan's hand and hit ha ha.

"I won't go in. At that time, the small ones will get in the way. If they affect the adult's play, I'm afraid they will die!"

At the last moment, he showed a look different from the old beggar and his fox tail.

Yang Xuan determined it decisively. The corners of his mouth slightly stirred up and said coldly, "it won't affect me. Just go with me."

With that, Yang Xuan directly pulled the old beggar over regardless of his opinion, pulled his clothes and walked to the Tianwang temple.

The old beggar couldn't get rid of it any more. He could only bite his teeth and admit his life with Yang Xuan.

Soon Yang Xuan came to the temple and pushed the door open, revealing the scene inside.

The whole temple was empty and full of dust. A wide table was placed in the center. On it was a statue with half of the paint falling off. There had been no incense in the stove in front of it for a long time.

Under the table, the tablecloth was trembling faintly. Yang Xuan found this situation at a glance. He pulled the old beggar behind him into the temple, then went to the table and lifted the tablecloth.

"Who, come out!"

Yang Xuan shouted loudly, and there was a faltering voice immediately below. It sounded like his mouth was blocked.

Then Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and pulled out a big pocket from the table. There was a man struggling frantically inside.

It should be the adoptive son of the old beggar.

Yang Xuan looked back at the old beggar with a complicated look in his eyes. The old beggar turned his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Then Yang Xuan turned his head and stretched out his hand to untie his pocket.