This old man is slovenly and even slightly sloppy, but the aroma of the brewed tea is so intoxicating that you can't help but want to take a sip.
"Two donors, please take a seat." The old Taoist E-shou chuckled, with a kind face, like an old man who has lived in the wilderness for a long time and looked at the woods.
"Dare you ask me about my long hair?" Yang Di carefully sat down cross-legged on a futon on the right side and asked for the name of this veteran.
There is no doubt that he is a monk, and his unfathomable aura is just like that of an immortal. Among the monks Yang Di has encountered, except for the immortal sister, no one has ever given him such an illusion of immortality.
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In fact, Yang Di felt in a daze that even Immortal Yin might not be able to cultivate higher than this old Taoist.
Of course, according to Zong Xun, Xianyin is just a spiritual body of her original deity. If it were the original deity, I don't know how powerful it would be.
How could there be such an old Taoist in the world? Yang Di found it unbelievable. Did the old man really live in a Taoist temple for a long time, floating in the air, and appearing and disappearing from time to time?
"Old Taoist Qinggu." The old man smiled, "Donors don't need to be careful, I have no ill intentions towards you and others!"
"Taoist Master Qinggu, you're polite." Yang Di raised his hand to edit, and at the same time he was secretly amused. It seemed that he was indeed a little too nervous.
Such an old Taoist who is mysterious in every aspect and as inscrutable as an immortal, if he really wants to harm them, it may be just a matter of effort.
"Wan Xi, do you have something to ask Taoist Master Qinggu for advice?" Yang Di turned his eyes to the female ghost next to him. The latter was very quiet at the moment, as if she was trying to think about something. Her pale face looked charming under the bright moonlight.
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Yang Di and the old man did not interrupt and waited quietly.
"Before King Xi died, he once said that he regretted that he mistakenly believed in Wuji Tao. As far as I know, the Xiwang tribe has its own ancient inheritance and does not need to learn other people's Taoism. Who exactly explained the Wuji Tao to him?
?" Wan Xi asked quietly. She had thought about these questions for a long time and had puzzled her for thousands of years. She still wants to find the truth for the Xiwang tribe.
"That's right." Old Man Qinggu nodded with a smile.
"Why did the Taoist priest preach to that generation of Western kings?" Wan Xi asked again.
"Harm him!" Old Taoist Yun said calmly, but those two simple words made Yang Di change his face, and the female ghost Wan Xi, who had been feeling sad before, had a trace of anger in his eyes.
After a few breaths, Wan Xi'an calmed down and sighed in a low voice: "Why did the Taoist want to harm King Xi?"
For thousands of years, everything has become a thing of the past. It may be meaningless to care about these things now. She just wants to find the truth for the Xiwang tribe that will push the tribe into eternal disaster.
"Of course he led the Western King Mu Changge astray in that life." Old man Qinggu said with a smile, with a gentle face, like a kind old man.
But every word that came out was like a sharp arrow, piercing thousands of holes in Wan Xi's heart.
She had never liked Xi Wang during her lifetime, but her fate was entangled with Xi Wang's tribe. She had complicated feelings for Xi Wang, including guilt, regret, and some sympathy.
Mu Zheng once told her that the King of the West was determined to revive the tribe and had an unbreakable knot in his heart. When he agreed to marry the royal family, he also wanted to use Li Longji's power to gain some opportunities for the tribe.
It became a big disaster, but it was not King Xi's fault.
Mu Zheng was very loyal to the tribe throughout his life, and was also very loyal to the King of the West. Under his influence, Wanxi inevitably mourned the tribe's dismal ending for eternity.
Now that she heard these difficult secrets, her heart hurt for no apparent reason, but she couldn't explain why she felt so uncomfortable.
Perhaps, since the day she married the King of the West, that ancient tribe has become a concern for her. After being driven out, she will never forget it until her death.
"Everything is over..." Yang Di sighed, not knowing how to comfort this female ghost. He could feel that this Qinggu old man did not have any murderous intent, but was calm and gentle.
Just those words, and thinking about it, Yang Di knew that the female ghost Wan Xi must be heartbroken. She persisted for thousands of years and finally found the truth about the tribe's eternal doom, but the result was so bleak.
"Are you helping Emperor Tang?" Wan Xi asked quietly after a long time.
"No, the old Taoist had no connection with the Emperor of Tang Dynasty in that generation. If we must be serious, there is indeed some involvement," the old man Qinggu said with a peaceful smile: "That was a thousand years ago... The old Taoist opened an altar on the top of Mount Tai.
, practiced this method for more than seventy-seven forty days, and finally cut off Li Longji’s imperial aura as desired!”
"This..." Yang Di was startled, and for some reason a chill ran down his spine.
A mysterious and strange old Taoist appeared in the sky above the Kunlun Mountains. He was an old man, but he claimed that he had cut off the spirit of Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty.
If Yang Di hadn't heard this with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed it, but his intuition told him that it was probably true.
Because the origin of this old Taoist seems to be full of magic. Is he really an immortal in the world?
"Are you making up for it?" Wan Xi was not as complicated as Yang Di thought, and just sighed sadly.
"At that time, the fortune of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was already weakening. The old Taoist felt regretful, so he cut off the fortune of the late Mu Changge. However, later, someone persuaded me to be more generous, so I did not take his life."
The old man told me calmly.
"Then why did you lead the King of the West astray in the beginning?" The female ghost Wan Xi sighed with resentment: "If the King of the West's foundation is not damaged, how can I harm him just by me?"
"The ghost is obsessed with it and wants to take away his Dao Fruit. He also wants to take away the Xiwang Pagoda." Old Man Qinggu told the truth.
"Then what now?" Wan Xi smiled coldly. She felt sorry for the entire Xiwang tribe. No matter how honest the veteran was, the mistakes she made were still unforgivable.
As for the fact that Lao Dao later cut off the Tang Emperor's dragon luck, it couldn't make up for anything, because at that time, all the people of the Xiwang tribe, including her beloved Mu Zheng, were reduced to bones, and nothing could be saved.
Yang Di broke into a cold sweat for her. Now that everything was in vain, there was no point in getting to the bottom of it. With such an aggressive approach, Yang Di was really afraid that this veteran would be furious.
"Now the old Taoist still has some unresolved karma, and among them, he owes the Xiwang tribe a cause and effect!" Old Man Qinggu was not angry, and even still looked kind and kind, and his voice was sincere.
"How to end it?" Wan Xi asked stubbornly.
"The King of the West was very ambitious throughout his life and had a lot of resentment in his heart. Later, he was cut off from his vitality by the evil curse of calamity. His body must have been transformed from evil obstacles, so let the old Taoist help him return to his ashes and return to his ashes." Old Taoist Qinggu sighed.
Wan Xi was silent.
Yang Di was a little surprised that the female ghost did not defend herself. It seemed that the King of the West did not seem to be a good person during his lifetime.
It's just what the old Taoist said that made Yang Di confused. "The body of King Xi has become a sinister obstacle." What does it mean? Could it be that he turned into a zombie? Isn't it such an exaggeration?
Moreover, they had visited the ruins of the Xiwang tribe before and found no incorruptible mummies. Where could the remaining body of the Xiwang come from?
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Suddenly, Yang Di felt a chill down his spine and thought of something.
Previously in the royal palace at the Xiwang ruins, he seemed to have felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him. Could it be that it was not an illusion, but...
Hiss~~~~ As soon as he thought of this, Yang Di took in a breath of cold air and broke into a sweat.