Chapter 42: Tiger-head shoes stepping on the infant funeral hall (eight) "My wife is still...

" Xinxin in her arms looked at the exiled immortal. Seeing that his face was scary, but not as scary as her furious father, she reached out and hugged his neck, saying, "Thank you, immortal brother, for saving my mother."

The exiled immortal, who was not young, felt refreshed by the word "brother". The anger in his chest was swept away. He was about to praise the little girl for her sweet words, but heard her say, "Even though I hold Xinxin, I don't hold her as well as little brother."

Little brother...

Li Zhixing heard the dissatisfaction in the little girl's tone, lowered his eyes to look at her, gently scratched her nose with his hand, pretended to be angry and said, "How many good brothers do you have? And you are so picky."

After Shanniang put on her clothes, she took Xinxin back from the exiled immortal's arms, bent her legs slightly, and thanked him, "Thank you, immortal, for saving my life. In the fantasy

realm, the exiled immortal appears as a beggar, so people in the realm only see him as a beggar. If he shows his true form, they will see his true appearance. Li Zhixing was not afraid of Shanniang recognizing her. Seeing her face covered in bruises and swelling, he hurried to help her up, saying, "You are so kind to save my life. It's just a simple task." As he spoke, he glanced back.

The man was frightened and fainted, lying on the ground like a dead fish.

Coward.

After cursing in his heart, Li Zhixing looked at Shanniang and said, "Don't worry, I won't dare to hurt you again." If this bastard dared to touch a hair on the mother and daughter again, he would definitely do it in his dreams...scare him to death.

Li Zhixing thought so and glanced at the sky guiltily - afraid that the masters of the three realms would see through his reckless behavior.

The sky was blue, without wind or clouds.

Li Zhixing put his heart back in his stomach and said to Shanniang, "I'm not an immortal. I'm just a wandering wanderer who sees injustice on the road. "Just now, you claimed to be an immortal, but it was just to scare that bastard."

Shanniang nodded, as if she believed his words.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods. If ghosts really existed, why didn't they drag that man to hell? If immortals really existed, why did they sit back and watch the suffering of the world?

Seeing the sadness in the eyes of the woman holding the child, Li Zhixing became panicked and asked again: "Do you have a place to go?"

"Yes." Shanniang wiped away the tears in her eyes and said, "I ran back home last night because I wanted to take away the silver hidden in the house while he was out gambling, but I didn't expect him to come back early and beat me..." As she spoke, she sobbed, "I had no choice but to run out with Xinxin in my arms. Fortunately, I met you. How can this

be considered "fortunately"? Li Zhixing sighed in his heart: He was waiting here specifically. If it was not in the fantasy realm, but in the human world, and he did not stay here, what would happen to the mother and daughter?

He thought of Shanniang when he first met her at the gate of hell.

There was a bloody hole on her head that could not be filled. The blood flowed out, just like the tears of the tragic women in the storybooks, as if it would never stop flowing.

Li Zhixing looked at Xinxin again - she was only five years old, but she was trapped at the gate of hell.

He suddenly had An idea came to her mind: to learn how to hold a baby well, like that gloomy-faced boy, and to become the most skilled father in heaven soon... No! Immortal, hold those little ghosts at the Ghost Gate well.

With so many thoughts in her mind, while she was making up her mind, Shanniang said, "Thank you for today, knight. Shanniang still has work to do at someone's house." As she spoke, she raised her sleeve and let Xinxin take out the purse she had fought so hard to protect. "This is me..."

Li Zhixing stopped her and said, "No need, no need. Li will take his leave. "

The knight in front of him was determined, so Shanniang did not insist. She thanked him again and turned to leave.

Seeing that the hidden ginkgo on his back was still there, Li Zhixing did not stay there any longer. There is still too little useful information at the moment, and he still needs to let the people in the fantasy realm do things on their own and make further deductions.

Of course, he also has to do what he should do as the leader of the Beggar Gang. However, at the moment he made a move just now, he suddenly figured out something -

Li Zhixing walked to the man who was scared to death at his doorstep, picked up the two ginkgo leaves that fell on the ground, brushed off the dust on them, and left with his hands behind his back.

***

It is no different from the previous two illusions. At critical junctures, the time in the fantasy realm is always changeable. Or maybe the lord of the fantasy realm wants to see Guidu urgently, but no matter what the reason is, they arrived at the White Fox Temple in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingzhan stood beside Wen Gu, and together with Ye Yuanwai, looked at the believers and pilgrims coming and going, and couldn't help but sighed: "There are so many people coming to the White Fox Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. "

This Taoist temple is just as its name suggests. Two stone foxes squat at the gate, both with solemn expressions. Entering the temple, there are towering ancient trees, connected halls and corridors, and dazzling murals.

The three of them walked into the main hall.

A golden fox statue several meters high stood before them. The golden fox's eyes were crescent-shaped, and he saluted with his hands clasped. The wide sleeves of his Taoist robe covered the lower half of his

face. These smiling crescent eyes are very similar to the fox eyes on the mask worn by Dr. Fox. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are

the same. When Ye Qingzhan was in Changzuifang, she felt like she was being sucked in by those two dark eyes when she stared at them. Today, when she looked up at the statue, she still had the same feeling. No, it was even worse than then.

She hurriedly lowered her head and whispered, "Isn't this Dr. Fox?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuanwai looked at her and said, "Dr. Fox? "He had never seen the so-called "Dr. Fox", but he often heard rumors about him from the people, saying that he could refine elixirs for immortality, revive the dead, and turn bones into flesh... How powerful he must be.

"I heard that he originally followed Jin Xiao, the magistrate of Sui'an County. Later, Magistrate Jin died, and he seemed to be summoned to the palace because he could refine elixirs."

Ye Qingzhan looked at Wen Gu with surprise, thinking: How could Magistrate Jin die?

Wen Gu shared the same confusion as her, and her eyes told her to keep listening.

Ye Yuanwai approached the two of them and continued to whisper, "This Taoist temple was built by the order of the emperor!" Ye Yuanwai was astonished and sighed, "If you ask me, this Dr. Fox is really amazing. He sneaked into the palace from a Taoist priest, and he refined elixirs for the emperor and taught and lectured to the people. He really has the demeanor of a 'doctor'."

"If you ask me, he has also caught up with the fact that the current emperor is virtuous and values morality, and works hard to govern, but he is obsessed with elixirs and wants to achieve immortality. "As he spoke, he lowered his voice, glanced around, and continued to say with courage, "It is just as the saying goes, 'What the superior likes, the subordinates will like even more.' This practice of cultivating and promoting Taoism became popular everywhere. The famous Dr. Fox naturally soared to the top."

These words weighed on Ye Qingzhan's heart word by word - if the fox really became a favorite of the emperor, how could they investigate it? Just as she was thinking depressedly, someone suddenly bumped into her.

Ye Qingzhan stepped back, and Wen Gu took the opportunity to hold her waist, lowering his eyes and said, "Be careful. "Then she suddenly raised her eyes to look for the person who bumped into her.

Someone was holding her waist, and although his hand was cold, Ye Qingzhan felt warmth where his palm covered. Even her face became hot. She leaned forward, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the "person" in the distance.

Grandma A Tao was holding a duster in her hand. From her clothes, she looked like a maid in the temple. She was looking at them steadily at this moment.

She bumped into her just now, just to attract their attention. The temple was filled with incense, and Yin Sha was in it. The detection ability of the superfluous ghost energy was much weaker, and Wen Gu was not aware of it for a while.

Grandma Tao winked at them. Ye Qingzhan thought it best not to let Mr. Ye, who was in the fantasy realm, know about their investigation, even if their goals were somewhat aligned. So, he said to Mr. Ye, "Mr. Ye, let's explore separately. You go to the East Courtyard, and I'll go to the West Courtyard with Wen... my husband."

"Okay." Mr. Ye glanced at the two of them and walked towards the West Courtyard.

After they had gone far away, Wen Gu suddenly approached her, leaning down and saying, "My lady, you're still not very experienced."

Ye Qingzhan didn't understand what he was saying for a moment. By the time she realized what he was talking about, he was already leading her hand to Grandma Tao.

The two of them and the ghost walked out the side door and reached a secluded, deserted spot. Grandma Tao asked, "Where's my Tao? My Tao isn't here. I'm going to go find my Tao. I..."

Ye Qingzhan quickly pulled her aside, soothing her, "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll find Tao soon." Even in the fantasy realm, she still remembered to find Tao—this was perhaps the root of her obsession.

"Really?" Grandma A Tao blinked her blurry eyes. "Where is she?"

Ye Qingzhan spoke slowly, as if speaking to a child, "As long as Grandma listens and does what we say, I promise you'll see A Tao soon."

She felt guilty as she said this. After all, she hadn't seen A Tao in the fantasy realm yet. There were so many things going on, and she hadn't sorted them out at all.

"Really?" Grandma Tao seemed unconvinced, but with a glint of hope in her eyes, she asked, "Can you really find my Tao?"

Wen Gu glanced at Ye Qingzhan, and imitating her, he supported the old man's arm, then pulled out a piece of ginkgo from his sleeve and said, "Every word is true." He placed the ginkgo in the old man's palm and warned, "In this fantasy world, you have become a member of the White Fox Temple, and it is easier for you to get information than for us."

Grandma Tao nodded blankly and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Wen Gu recalled the tone of Ye Qingzhan's words to the old man just now, and slowed down his words, sounding less cold and hard than before. He said, "If you see a Taoist wearing a laughing fox mask in the temple, just place the ginkgo near him."

Entering the White Fox Temple, his eyes swept over the faces of the Taoists in the temple one by one. He found that although they all wore fox masks with different appearances, not a single one was a laughing fox.

I think they were afraid of offending the fox - he had carved himself into gold, so how could he tolerate others sharing the same "face" with him?

This gave them an opportunity. They also learned from Mr. Ye that every pilgrim at the White Fox Temple was not allowed to stay for long. After spending a lot of money to obtain what they needed, they had to leave quickly.

They couldn't stay for long, so they could only rely on Grandma Tao to pass on the message.

Wen Gu was thinking in his heart. Ye Qingzhan heard the change in Wen Gu's tone, looked at him with approval, and added: "Leave the rest to us, but you must be careful not to be discovered by him."

Grandma Tao responded and put the ginkgo into her sleeve. Ye Qingzhan also took out a piece of his ginkgo and said: "You keep this piece too. If you encounter danger, put your hands together, put the ginkgo in it, and say "Flying Leaf Letter" to it, and you can pass on what you want to say in your heart to us."

"Okay." Grandma Tao also put the ginkgo leaf away. A voice suddenly rang.

Mr. Ye waved at the two of them from a few steps away, silently uttering a few words: "Hurry up, it's time to urge them."

Wen Gu had no choice but to put his arm around Ye Qingzhan's waist and hurried out. Ye Qingzhan glanced back worriedly, and

Grandma A Tao smiled at her indifferently.

Before the Taoist priest closed the door, several people quickly walked down the stone steps. Mr. Ye lifted his robe and walked down and said: "Today I finally know what these pilgrims from wealthy families are looking for."

Ye Qingzhan asked with a sidelong glance: "Why?"

When they reached a flat place, Mr. Ye supported his knees, and Ye Qingzhan supported him, listening to him say:

"Luck."

"Talent."