Lanke Chess Edge

Ji Yuan's words made the old beggar a little stunned, he looked at the old emperor's body on the bed and then at Ji Yuan who had already left, his face was rarely complicated.

"Why……"

The old beggar sighed and turned to leave.

There were loud cries inside and outside the bedroom, and the news of the emperor's death spread to the outside world. All the palace officials and guards knelt down facing the bedroom. The news of Emperor Yuande's death would soon be announced to the whole country.

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

At this time, the soul of the old emperor left his body, there was an umbrella to cover the light of the sky, the soul and body were not injured, and the night wind had not yet blown, and the aura of anger had not dissipated, so he was not a ghost in essence.

Feeling overwhelmed, the old beggar simply mobilized his mana, ran like flying in a few steps, and directly chased after him. When he passed the edge of the errand, he pulled out a long, thin red stick from the pocket of his rag shirt. The rope was thrown towards the soul of the old emperor.

Without Yinchai and the old emperor noticing, the red rope was directly wrapped around the old emperor's waist.

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

Ji Yuan, who was one step ahead, didn't care about the old beggar anymore. Although he found him, he couldn't control the freedom of others. He left the palace alone and walked along Yongning Street in the bustling Gyeonggi Prefecture.

There are bustling vendors and people everywhere on the left and right sides of the street, and many of them come from all over the world. Even if they know the news of the old emperor's death, for these people, it is just an "oops" or "oh" after dinner.

"Mr. Ji stay, Mr. Ji stay!"

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 went forward 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", then they seemed to have nothing to say, and the two walked towards the Earth Temple.

Because the speed of the two of them at the moment is only ordinary people walking, when they got outside the Earth Temple, the old beggar suddenly asked again.

"Mr. Ji, if the old emperor grabbed your mooncakes, wouldn't you come out and mention the old emperor?"

Sometimes, Ji Yuan is also a little helpless. These people who are not superficial and profound always like to think too much, but in his opinion, some things are actually just simple one and two.

The old beggar was probably wondering why someone Ji suddenly cared about the old emperor, or maybe he had been caring all along before, but Ji Yuan was just feeling something today, and it was just a temporary idea.

"Old Mr. Lu, if he caught it, he caught it. Ji didn't even think about this kind of thing. Left and right are just a piece of cake."

"Didn't you give it on purpose?"

The old beggar asked again, originally Ji Yuan wanted to reply "You think too much", but suddenly lost the interest to chat with him.

"Now that things are up to now, why should Mr. Lu think about these things anymore?"

The old beggar also smiled.

"Mr. Ji thinks it's boring to talk to the old beggar? That's right, in terms of cultivation and state of mind, the old beggar is far worse than you. Yang Zong was indeed worthy of being the old beggar's disciple when he was dying. It was me who disappointed Mr.

"Whether you are an apprentice with a few breaths of life or not, the difference between life and death has different meanings for Yang Zong and me. There is a saying that death is like a lamp going out, and the body and soul are not perfect..."

Hearing what the old beggar said, Ji Yuan subconsciously turned his head to look at him. There seems to be something deeper than what was said?

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

Now that the two had arrived at the Earth Temple, the little beggar in the temple also ran out, which also stopped their conversation.

Because both Ji Yuan and the old beggar showed up and did not use their tricks, the Earth Lord did not show up either.

"Grandpa Lu!"

Xiaoyou ran and jumped over, the pockets of the beggar's clothes were bulging, probably it was a tribute from the incense table, but given the character of the little beggar, it was definitely not stolen.

"Mr. Ji!"

When he got to the front, the little beggar bowed to Ji Yuan first, and then moved closer to the old beggar, presenting treasures as if showing him the food in his pocket.

"Let's go, although it was given to you by the Lord of the Land, if Miao Zhu sees it, you might have to chase it out with a broom!"

Ji Yuan joked that the little beggar's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly dragged the old beggar away.

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

The old beggar finally made some friends with Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Ji, you saw my beheading that day. Do you feel a little strange?"

How could it be possible to forget that matter, Ji Yuan also nodded and said bluntly.

"The old gentleman was decapitated for real that day, and he didn't avoid it with a cover-up. The blood spattered was also real, and it was indeed miraculous. If it is normal, even a person who cultivates immortals, he can't help but use strange skills and strong physical body protection to directly let him die." Even beheading is a matter of life."

"hey-hey……"

The old beggar couldn't help but smiled, and said in his heart that you finally have something that you admire and can't see through me.

"I am going to take this apprentice Yang Zong. When he is punished by the underworld, he will go to the underworld of Gyeonggi Prefecture to ask someone. Don't bother Mr. Ji to go with him, but please leave a letter of decree, Gyeonggi Prefecture will sell you even more." save face."

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

It is difficult for ghosts to practice, even walking the way of gods is also very difficult, because their bodies are not perfect, ghosts and gods practice the golden body of the law, so it is not close to completeness, and the old beggar does not seem to want his disciples to follow the way of gods.

It was rare to see Ji Yuan look serious and curious, and the old beggar suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Old beggar, I have a strange art that I have studied for a long time. The beheading was just the manifestation of one of them. A hundred years ago, I raised a few jasper lotuses. Now there are three or five flowers and more than ten knots of lotus root. This thing is extremely beautiful. Cherish it, it is like several kinds of fairy bamboos in the world, it is the best at hiding and nourishing the departed soul, but first, Yang Zong's new soul will not fall into the ghost realm, after that, Mr. Ji guesses what the old beggar wants to do?"

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

"Old Mr. Lu didn't mean to tell Ji that you not only wanted to use the lotus root of Biyuelian to reshape Yang Zong's 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, but when he heard Ji Yuan's words, he was a little dumbfounded and blurted out.

"You can guess this too!?"

I still need to guess?

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched, and another image appeared in his mind. It was the old emperor Yang Zong, who was haggard and full of markings, and he was not angry. The image of the old emperor and Nezha next to him were in the same place. Gradually coincide.

"hiss……"

This picture is too unimaginable.

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

"Mr. Lu, are you planning to reshape Yang Zong's physical body, do you want to make 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 anything strange, but he was concerned about some strange issues.

"Of course it is to maintain the original appearance. Is it beneficial to pinch a child?"

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

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

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

It's a pity that Ji Yuan can't see anything for the time being, Yang Zong's punishment in the underworld will last for a long time, watching people being tortured has never been his hobby.

The old beggar's Jade Moon Lotus is raised elsewhere, and the old beggar is always reluctant to reveal his real roots, and after all, it is a special magic method, so it will definitely not be seen by outsiders.

The old beggar pretended to be stupid after a few insinuations, guessing that he would not be able to see the process of pinching people in the future, and finally left.

. . .

The death of the old emperor was indeed a major 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 learned the news, I had a hot discussion after dinner, how to live after that or how to live.

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

At the moment of the New Year's Eve, every household in Jizhou has pasted red window grilles, and hung up red lanterns if possible. The rich families have prepared firecrackers and other things early, not to mention the New Year's Eve dinner that every family must carefully prepare. up.

In the courtyard of the Wei family's house in Desheng Mansion, a woman was sitting in the room, staring at the door in a daze.

"It's New Year's Eve again..."

After a while, it started to snow outside.

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

The maid on the side saw that there was some wind and snow, so she asked.

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

But at this moment, outside the gate of Wei Mansion, there were four people walking towards the door, the leading two walked hurriedly, looking impatient.

"Stop, who are you guys? Why are you here in front of our Wei Mansion?"

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

"What do you say!"

"Patriarch!" "Patriarch!"

The doorkeepers nearby were all excited, and Wei Yuansheng was already impatient, and ran directly into the mansion, yelling all the way to the inner mansion.

"Mother...I'm back...Mother, Yuan Sheng is back...!"

This voice was not only loud and clear, but also had a bit of penetrating power, and it spread far into the depths of the inner mansion.

The woman sitting in the room stood up immediately.

"Xiao Cui, did you hear that?"

"It seems that the young master is back?"

Just as he was talking, Wei Yuansheng, whose footsteps were like the wind, already ran to his mother's house based on his 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's arms, and restrained his strength so as not to knock her down.

"Why haven't you come back to see mother for so long, why haven't you come home for so long... Mother thought she would never see you again..."

The five years of waiting were too long, and Mu could not hold back the tears and cried out directly.