Jiyuan's words made the old beggar a little stunned. He looked at the old emperor's body on the bed and then looked at Jiyuan who had left. He rarely showed complexity on his face.

"Why……"

The old beggar sighed and turned around and left.

Crying inside and outside the bedroom was shocking, and the news of the emperor's death was spread. Everyone from the palace servants to the guards knelt down towards the bedroom. The news of Emperor Yuande's death will be reported to the whole country soon.

The old beggar walked out of the palace wall a few steps and saw the evil deed from afar.

At this moment, the old emperor's soul had left his body, and there was an umbrella covering the sky light. The soul body was not damaged. It was not blown by the night wind, and a stream of popularity had not yet dissipated. It was not considered a ghost in essence.

After a moment of heart, the old beggar simply used his magic power, and after a few steps, he chased him directly. When he passed by Yinchai, he pulled out a thin red rope from his pocket of the rag shirt and threw it towards the soul of the old emperor.

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

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

Jiyuan, who had taken a step earlier, did not care about the old beggar anymore. Although he found the people, he could not care about other people's freedom. He left the palace alone and walked along Yongning Street in the bustling Jingji Mansion.

There are bustling vendors and people everywhere on the street, many of which come from all over the world. Even if you know the news of the old emperor's death, these people are just a "Oh" or "Oh" after dinner.

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

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

When the old beggar arrived, the two of them moved forward together.

"Mr. Ji is going to go back to Jizhou?"

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

Hearing Jiyuan's answer, the old beggar said "Oh", and then seemed to have nothing to say, and the two of them walked towards the direction of the Land Temple.

Because the speed of the two of them was only walking by ordinary people at this moment, when they arrived outside the Land Temple, the old beggar suddenly asked again.

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

Sometimes, Jiyuan is a little helpless. These people with great cultivation and profound knowledge always think too much, but in his opinion, some things are actually just simple ones and two.

This old beggar probably was thinking about why he was thinking about why someone suddenly became concerned about the old emperor, or maybe he had always been concerned about it before, but Jiyuan today was just a feeling and a temporary idea.

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

"You didn't give it on purpose?"

The old beggar still asked again. He originally wanted to reply, "You are thinking too much", but suddenly he lost interest and talked to him.

"At this point, why should Mr. Lu think about these things again?"

The old beggar smiled too.

"Mr. Ji feels that talking to the old beggar is boring? Yes, in terms of cultivation and state of mind, the old beggar is not only a good idea. Before Yang Zong died, he was indeed able to be a disciple of the old beggar. It was me who disappointed him."

"No matter whether you are a disciple of a few breaths or not, the difference between the thoughts before and after death, Yu Yangzong and I have different meanings. You Dao is that death is like a lamp extinguishing, and the body and soul are not perfect..."

Hearing the old beggar say this, Jiyuan subconsciously turned his head over to look at him. It seemed that there was a different meaning in his words?

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

At this moment, the two of them had arrived at the Land Temple, and the little beggar in the temple also ran out, and the topic of the two was temporarily stopped.

Because Jiyuan and the old beggar were both exposed and did not use any tricks, the Landlord did not show up either.

"Grandpa Lu!"

The little beggar ran over and jumped over. The beggar's pocket was bulging, and it was probably tribute from the incense table, but the little beggar's character was definitely not stolen.

"Mr. Ji!"

When he arrived, the little beggar saluted to Jiyuan first, and then he approached the old beggar, and showed the food in his pocket as if he offered treasures.

"Let's go. Although it was given to you by the Land Lord, if you are seen by the temple, you may have to chase you out with a broom!"

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

The three of them just bowed toward the Land Temple and turned around and left. After leaving for a while, Jiyuan and the old beggar continued the topic just now.

The old beggar finally got some final say with Jiyuan.

"Mr. Ji, you have seen me beheaded that day. Do you think it's a bit miraculous?"

How could I forget that? Jiyuan also nodded and said bluntly.

"The old man was really cut off his head that day, not by ignoring his eyes. The blood splashed was also real, and it was indeed magical. As usual, even if he was a cultivator, he would have a unique skill and strong body to protect his body. He would have a life-related matter if he directly chopped his head."

"hey-hey……"

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

"I am going to ask for Yang Zong's apprentice. When he is punished by the underworld, he will go to the underworld of Gyeonggi Prefecture to ask for someone. There is no need to bother Mr. Ji. But please leave a calligraphy order. Gyeonggi Prefecture will sell you more to the side of Gyeonggi Prefecture."

"What's the difficulty? But now Ji is so curious that he can still make Yang Zong's body and soul complete according to the old man's meaning?"

It is difficult for ghosts to practice, even if they go through the divine path, it is difficult. Because their bodies are not perfect, the body of ghosts and gods is also moving closer to the completeness, and the old beggar's meaning is not very similar to letting their disciples go through the divine path.

It was rare to see Jiyuan's serious and curious look, and the old beggar's heart suddenly felt a lot of accomplishment.

"Old Beggar, I have a magic technique that I have been studying for a long time. Beheading was just one of them. A hundred years ago, I raised several jade lotus, and now there are three or five flowers and more than ten lotus roots. This thing is very precious. Like several immortal bamboos in the world, it is best to hide and raise the soul that is free from the body. But in the first place, Yang Zong's new soul will not fall into the ghost realm. After that, Mr. Ji guess what the old Beggar wants to do?"

When the old beggar talked about Jade Lotus, a picture had already popped up in Jiyuan's mind. A chubby child was wearing a red bellyband and holding a red silk and stepping on the fire circle.

"Mr. Lu isn't he trying to tell Ji that you not only want to use the lotus root of the Biyue Lotus to reshape a real body for Yang Zong?"

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. As a result, when Ji Yuan said something, he was stunned and blurted out.

"You can guess this too!?"

I still need to guess this?

Ji Yuan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and another picture appeared in his mind. It was the old emperor Yang Zong who was haggard and covered with markings without anger. The picture of the old emperor gradually coincided with Nezha on the side.

"hiss……"

This picture is hard to imagine.

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

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

The old beggar was even more confused. It was not surprising that he had no strange colors. Instead, he was concerned about some strange problems.

"Of course, it's the original appearance. Is it better to pinch a child?"

Jiyuan's reaction made the old beggar not think about this.

"No, it's good to maintain the original appearance, and there is no benefit for children!"

Ji Yuan waved his hand, which made the old beggar look at him suspiciously. For the old beggar, Ji Yuan has always been mysterious and didn't know what he was thinking. He could only ask for Shuwen and took Xiaoyou to the underworld together.

Unfortunately, Jiyuan couldn't see anything at the moment. Yang Zong's punishment in the underworld would last for a while. It's not his hobby to see people being tortured.

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

After several times of indirect attacks, the old beggar pretended to be stupid. He guessed that he would not be able to see the process of beating people in the future, so he finally said goodbye and left.

...

The death of the old emperor was indeed a major event for Dazhen, but it seemed that it was not a big deal, at least it had no effect on ordinary people.

Except for the first few days when I learned the news, I discussed it after dinner, how to do it or how to do it afterwards.

In a blink of an eye, the last day of the year of Dinghai has arrived.

On the 30th day of New Year, every household in Jizhou pasted red couplets of window flowers, and even hung big red lanterns if possible. The wealthy families even prepared firecrackers and other items early, not to mention the New Year’s Eve dinner that every family must have carefully prepared.

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

"It's New Year's Eve 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 it was a bit windy and snowy, so she asked.

"No need, look at the snow is pretty good."

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

"Stop, who are you? What's going on in front of my Wei Mansion?"

Wei Wuwei took off the hood of his cloak and showed a chubby face.

"What do you say!"

"Head of the Family!" "Head of the Family!"

The several doormen next to him were immediately excited and said, and Wei Yuansheng had been impatient, so he ran into the mansion and rushed to the mansion with a loud shout.

"Mom...I'm back...Mom, Yuansheng is back..."

This sound is not only loud but also has some penetration power, and it reaches the depths of the inner palace from afar.

The woman sitting in the room stood up at once.

"Xiao Cui, did you hear it?"

"It seems that the young master is back?"

As he was talking, Wei Yuansheng, who was walking like a wind, had already run to his mother's house with his memory.

"Mother!"

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

"Yuansheng!" "Mother!"

Wei Yuansheng rushed directly into Mu's arms, and withdrew his strength and did not knock her down.

"Why haven't you come back to see your mother for so long? Why haven't you come home for so long... I think I will never see you for the rest of my life..."

The past five years have been waiting too long, and Mu couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!