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Ji Yuan's words made the old beggar stunned for a moment. He looked at the old emperor's body on the bed and then at Ji Yuan who had already left, with a rare complex expression on his face.

"Hey……"

The old beggar sighed and turned to leave.

The cries inside and outside the palace were loud, and the news of the emperor's death spread to the outside world. The palace staff, from the palace guards to the guards, all knelt down facing the palace. The news of Emperor Yuande's death would soon be reported to the whole country.

The old beggar walked out of the palace wall in a few steps, and saw the emissary leave from a distance.

At this time, the old emperor's soul has left his body. He has an umbrella to shield the sky, his soul body is not hurt, and he has not been blown away by the night wind.

With a sigh of relief, the old beggar simply used his mana, and after a few steps, he ran like a fly and chased after him. The rope was thrown towards the soul of the old emperor.

Under the circumstance that the messenger and the old emperor DìDū did not find out, the red rope was directly wrapped around the waist of the old emperor.

After doing this, the old beggar clapped his hands and left in the other direction.

Ji Yuan, who took a step earlier, did not take care of the old beggar. Although he found people, he could not control the freedom of others. He left the palace alone and walked along Yongning Street in the prosperous Gyeonggi Mansion.

The streets are full of lively merchants and people, many of whom are from all over the world. Even if they know the news of the old emperor's death, to these people, it's just an "oh" or "oh" after a meal.

"Mr. Ji, keep your steps, Mr. Ji, keep your steps!"

The old beggar's voice came from behind, Ji Yuan stood still and looked back at him rushing to his side.

When the old beggar arrived, the two of them walked together.

"Mr. Ji is going back to Jizhou?"

"Go back first, and then go out for a walk after a while."

Hearing Ji Yuan's answer, the old beggar let out an "oh", and after that, it seemed that he had nothing to say, and the two walked towards the Earth Temple.

Because the speed of the two of them at the moment was just normal walking, when they were outside the Temple of Earth, the old beggar suddenly asked again.

"Mr. Ji, if the old emperor grabbed your moon cake, would you come out and mention the old emperor?"

Sometimes, Ji Yuan is also a little helpless. These people who are not shallow and have a high level of cultivation always like to think more, but in his opinion, some things are actually just one and two.

The old beggar was probably thinking about why he was thinking about why someone suddenly became interested in the old emperor, or maybe he had always been interested in the past, but Ji Fate was only touched today, and it was only temporary.

"Mr. Lu, if he catches it, he catches it. Ji didn't even think about such a thing, it's just a cake."

"Didn't you give it on purpose?"

The old beggar still asked another question. Ji Yuan wanted to reply, "You think too much", but suddenly he lost the interest to talk to him more.

"Now, why should Mr. Lu think about this anymore?"

The old beggar also smiled.

"Mr. Ji, do you think it's boring to talk to the old beggar? Also, in terms of cultivation and state of mind, the old beggar is more than a step behind you. This Yang Zong can really be a disciple of the old beggar when he was about to die. It was I who disappointed Mr.

"Whether it's a dying apprentice or not, the difference between one thought before and after death has different meanings for Yang Zong and me. There is a saying that the body is dead like a lamp, and the body and soul are not perfect..."

Hearing the old beggar say this, Ji Yuan subconsciously turned to look at him. There seems to be no deeper meaning inside and outside the words?

"What? Mr. Lu really wants to accept that Yang Zong? But you also said that death is like a lamp. Since you cared about the integrity of your body and soul before, you have changed your mind now?"

At this moment, the two of them have already arrived at the Temple of Earth, and the little beggar in the temple also ran out, which also stopped the conversation between the two.

Because Ji Yuan and the old beggar were both exposed and did not use any tricks, the Lord of the Land did not show up.

"Grandpa Lu!"

Xiao You ran and jumped over. The beggar's clothes were bulging in the pockets. Eighty percent of it was a tribute on the incense case, but the little beggar's character was definitely not stolen.

"Mr. Ji!"

When he got to the front, the little beggar first bowed to Ji Yuan before approaching the old beggar, offering a treasure as if he had to show the food in his pocket.

"Let's go, although it was given to you by the Landlord, but if Miaozhu sees it, he might have to chase it out with a broom!"

Ji Yuan jokingly made the little beggar's complexion change, and hurriedly dragged the old beggar away.

The three of them just bowed their hands in the direction of the Earth Temple, then turned around and left, while Ji Yuan and the old beggar continued their conversation after leaving for a while.

The old beggar finally made a deal with Ji Yuan at this meeting.

"Mr. Ji, you saw my head beheaded that day, do you think it's a little weird?"

How could he have forgotten about that? Ji Yuan also nodded and said bluntly.

"The old gentleman was really cut off that day, and he didn't avoid it with a blind eye. The blood splashed was real, and it was indeed miraculous. If it is normal, even if you are a cultivator, you will have different techniques and strong physical protection. A person's head is beheaded, and his life is at stake."

"hey-hey……"

The old beggar couldn't help but smile, thinking that he finally had your fate and admired what I couldn't see through me.

"I'm going to ask for this apprentice Yang Zong. When he is punished by the underworld, he will go to the underworld of Gyeonggi Prefecture to be a dignitary. You don't need to bother Mr. to go with him, but I also ask Mr. to leave a letter of decree. Gyeonggi Prefecture will sell you more some face."

"What's so difficult about this, but now Ji is very curious, and listening to the old gentleman, can he still make Yang Zong's body and soul complete?"

It is difficult for ghosts to practice, even if they follow the way of the gods, because their bodies are not perfect, and the ghosts and gods cultivate the golden body of the Dharma body, so why not move closer to completeness, and the old beggar doesn't mean to let his disciples follow the way of the gods.

It was rare to see Ji Yuan's serious and curious face, and the old beggar suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Old beggar, I have a special technique that I have studied for a long time. The beheading was just a manifestation of one of them. A hundred years ago, I raised a few jasper lotuses. Now there are three or five flowers and a dozen lotus knots. This thing is extremely Treasure, like several immortal bamboos in the world, it is best to hide and nurture the soul that is separated from the body, but you can first make Yang Zong's new soul not fall into the ghost realm, and then, Mr. Ji, guess what the old beggar wants to do?"

When the old beggar mentioned Jasper Lotus, a picture popped up in Ji Yuan's mind, a chubby child, wearing a red bellyband, clutching a red silk and stepping on a ring of fire.

"Mr. Lu doesn't want to tell Ji, not only do you want to use Biyuelian's lotus root to reshape Yang Zong a real body?"

The old beggar was still waiting for Ji Yuan to say "I really don't know", and then told the other party an unexpected answer. When he heard Ji Yuan's words, he was dumbfounded and blurted out.

"Can you guess this too!?"

I still need to guess?

Ji Yuan's mouth twitched involuntarily, and another picture emerged in his mind. It was the old emperor Yang Zong, who was full of stripes and was not angry, and the picture of the old emperor was next to Nezha. gradually overlap.

"Hi..."

This picture is unimaginable.

"Uh, what's the matter with you, Mr. Ji?"

"Mr. Lu, are you going to reshape Yang Zong's body, do you want to pinch a child or keep the original appearance?"

The old beggar was even more puzzled. Ji Yuan was not surprised at all. He didn't say a little bit of strangeness, but he was concerned about some strange issues.

"Naturally, it is to maintain the original appearance. Is there any benefit to pinching a child?"

Ji Yuan's reaction made the old beggar not think about it.

"No, no, no, it's good to keep the original appearance, it's no good for children!"

Ji Yuan waved his hand, which made the old beggar look at him suspiciously. For the old beggar, Ji Yuan was always mysterious, and he didn't know what he was thinking. You went to Yinsi together.

It's a pity that Ji Yuan can't see anything for the time being. Yang Zong's punishment will last for a long time. It's not his hobby to see people being tortured.

The old beggar's Biyuelian is kept elsewhere, and the old beggar is always reluctant to reveal his true roots, and after all, it is a special trick, and it will definitely not be seen by outsiders.

After knocking on the side a few times, the old beggar just pretended to be stupid. Ji Yuan guessed that he would not see the process of pinching people in the future, and finally left.

. . .

The death of the old emperor was indeed a big event for Dazhen, but it didn't seem to be a big deal, at least it didn't affect ordinary people.

Except for the first few days when I heard the news, there was a heated discussion after dinner, how to live or how to live after that.

In the blink of an eye, it was the last day of the Dinghai New Year.

On the 30th of the new year, every household in Jizhou has put up window decorations and red lanterns, and even large households have prepared firecrackers and other items early, not to mention the New Year's Eve dinner that every household must carefully prepare. .

In the Wei family's house in Desheng Mansion, a woman was sitting in the house, staring at the door absentmindedly.

"It's 30 years again..."

After a while, it started to snow outside.

"Woman, it's cold, do you want me to close the door?"

The maid on the side saw that there was some snow~www.NovelMTL.com~ and asked.

"No, it's good to see the snow."

At this moment, outside the gate of Wei Mansion, four people were walking to the door, the two leading in a hurry, looking impatient.

"Stop, who are you? What are you doing in front of my Wei residence?"

Wei Wuwei took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a chubby face.

"What do you say!"

"Patriarch!" "Patriarch!"

A few concierges at the side were all excited, Wei Yuansheng had long been impatient, and ran directly into the house, shouting and rushing towards the inner house.

"Mother...I'm back...Mother, Yuansheng is back...!"

This voice was not only loud, but also had some penetrating power, and it spread far into the depths of the inner palace.

The woman sitting in the room immediately stood up.

"Xiao Cui, did you hear that?"

"It seems that the young master is back?"

Just as he was talking, Wei Yuansheng, who was walking like the wind, had already run to his mother's house by memory.

"Mother!"

Mu Shi looked at the seven- or eight-year-old child in front of him. Although he was much older, he still recognized Wei Yuansheng at a glance.

"Yuansheng!" "Mother!"

Wei Yuansheng threw himself directly into Mu Shi's arms, and he used his strength not to knock her down.

"Why didn't you come back to see your mother for so long, why didn't you go home for so long... My mother thought she would never see you again..."

The five-year wait was too long, and Mu Shi couldn't hold back his tears and burst into tears.