When Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan woke up from the chaos, they had already arrived at Dongling Park in the eastern suburbs of Shenyang City. This is the mausoleum of Nurhaci, the founder of the Qing Dynasty. Because it is located in the eastern suburbs of Shenyang, it is also called Dongling. It is one of the three mausoleums in Shengjing. 1. Nurhachi’s concubines Yehenala, Borzigit and others are buried here.
The two enshrined two artifacts in front of Nurhachi's tomb, fulfilling the promise made by the ancestors of the Lang family. They then contacted the park staff and asked them to keep the two artifacts, and then called Yi Nan to ask them to come and pick them up.
The two of them walked out of the park as if relieved of their heavy responsibilities. Lang Shuoyang asked: "Sister Zixuan, it's okay to hand over the Lengyue sword to my father-in-law. You have used the divine light for so long, are you really willing to hand it over?"
Lang Zixuan smiled and said: "The divine light was originally my Taoist magic weapon. It was robbed by the royal family and turned into their treasure. Now I will naturally not hand it over easily. What I just gave them was custom-made in advance." fake."
"Fake?"
"Yes," Lang Zixuan said, taking out a sharp weapon from his sleeve. The cold light shone, and it was the divine light. "I went to the underworld undercover when I was sixteen years old, and I spent ten years just to get back this treasure. How could this happen? I gave it away easily. I had expected this day, so after offering sacrifices, it was regarded as fulfilling the last wish of my ancestors. Then I handed over the fake to them. The real thing will naturally stay with me. It is in the hands of us practitioners that the real thing can be found. Return the property to its original owner!"
Lang Shuoyang clapped his hands and laughed: "Master is indeed one step ahead. If this treasure is handed over to them, it will be put on display in a museum. Only in your hands, master, will it be of use."
Lang Zixuan smiled and said: "Don't publicize this matter. Although we have no evil intentions, it would be bad if the police knew about it. One day I will make a fake of the Lengyue sword, and then exchange it for the real sword, so that it can kill demons in my hands." Demons are better than exhibiting in museums and making some small money!"
Lang Shuoyang nodded in agreement and asked: "Sister Zixuan, there is one more thing I don't understand. Is Zirou your twin sister?"
Lang Zixuan looked at Lang Shuoyang with sharp eyes and said: "It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, but you have to remember that even though Zirou is very weak, her body belongs to your master and mine. You cannot abuse her. Do you understand?"
Lang Shuoyang nodded, not daring to say more, and asked: "Then where are we going?"
Lang Zixuan said: "It's not us, it's you who should go. I've completed my big task. I'll go to Hanguo to see my father again, and then prepare to go back to the mountains to practice."
Lang Shuoyang couldn't bear to break up with Lang Zixuan, and said sadly: "Sister Zixuan, I have always been dependent on my godfather. Now that my godfather is gone, you are the closest person to me. I don't want to leave you. Please take me with you. I I want to learn Taoism from you!"
Lang Zixuan stared at Lang Shuoyang for a long time, and said seriously: "I can take you with me, or I can take you to see my master Long Meizi, but after all, we are men and women. I think you need to know that since I am your master, you must not Unreasonable thinking, do you understand?"
Lang Shuoyang understood Lang Zixuan's words and couldn't help but blush. Then he said: "I understand. I will respect my teacher and not think nonsense."
Lang Zixuan nodded and set off from Shenyang with Lang Shuoyang, heading straight for Mount Emei in Sichuan.
Not one day later, the master and the apprentice arrived at the foot of Mount Emei. Lang Shuoyang looked up at Mount Emei, and saw only the majestic mountain and beautiful scenery. Walking up the mountain, he saw more and more mountains, smoky green, waterfalls and springs, birds singing and flowers fragrant, and lush vegetation. The scenery is beautiful. Lang Shuoyang is also a child who grew up in the mountains, but looking at the scenery of Mount Emei in front of him, the mountains in his hometown are really hard to compare with.
Lang Shuoyang was looking at it with great joy, when Lang Zixuan stretched out her hand and pointed forward: "Look over there, Lingyun Temple is the residence of my master Long Meizi."
Lang Shuoyang looked up and saw a Taoist temple in front of him. It was not as majestic as he imagined. Although the walls were high and wide, it occupied a small area. Looking at the eaves, there were only three or two houses, and there were about a dozen rooms.
Walking closer, Lang Zixuan knocked on the door. Not long after, footsteps came from inside, and a clear voice sounded: "Who is it?"
Lang Zixuan returned: "Wanrou, it's me, Lang Zixuan!"
The people inside let out a soft cry, looking surprised. The door creaked open, and a delicate and pointed face poked out. It was a young Taoist nun. When she saw Lang Zixuan, her face suddenly lit up with joy:
"Senior Sister Liang, you are back!"
With that said, he jumped out and took Lang Zixuan's hand.
Lang Zixuan asked: "Is Master here?"
"Here, he is meditating in the backyard." She looked at Lang Shuoyang again, pointed to Lang Zixuan secretly and asked in a low voice: "Who is he? It can't be..." She tightened her nose and blinked.
His eyes looked at Lang Zixuan with a half-smile.
Lang Zixuan scratched her nose and said with a smile: "Xiao Nizi, don't think blindly, this is my apprentice," then turned back to Lang Shuoyang and said: "Come, this is your Sister Wanrou, come and salute!"
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"Ah?" Lang Shuoyang grinned. The little Taoist nun named Wanrou was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with an innocent and naughty look. Calling her little sister was not enough, but to call her master aunt, she also had to salute?
Lang Zixuan had a serious look on his face: "Ah, what? Seniority is the most important thing in Taoism. Since you worship me as your teacher, you naturally treat me as my junior."
Little Taoist Aunt Wanrou became energized when she heard this, and her little breasts puffed up: "Yes, don't mess up the seniority." She was the youngest in Lingyun Temple, and everyone treated her as a child when they treated her, and suddenly a person came
The master's nephew, who is strong and healthy, was immediately overjoyed."
Lang Shuoyang had no choice but to come forward, bowed to Wanrou, bent down and saluted, and his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally scratched Wanrou's raised breasts. Wanrou's breasts were not big, but they were quite firm.
It was quite high. She was scratched by his fingertips and was stunned for a moment. She quickly bent over and took it back. Then she saw Lang Shuoyang raised his eyebrows at her and blinked his left eye. This showed that this kid had done it intentionally.
He couldn't help but blush all over his face.
Lang Zixuan stood behind Lang Shuoyang and did not see that Lang Shuoyang molested his little sister-in-law during the salute. Seeing Wanrou blushing, she thought she was embarrassed to meet a strange man for the first time.
Wanrou grew up in Lingyun Temple, surrounded by women. Even though Long Meizi had male laymen who were studying Taoism and practicing incense, they rarely interacted with her. Suddenly, she was teased by a handsome young man, and she couldn't help but feel like a deer.
"Plop, pop" kept dancing. See if Lang Zixuan didn't notice, and Lang Shuoyang stood respectfully behind Lang Zixuan after saluting. She didn't want to expose it on the spot, so she had to change the topic and lead Lang Zixuan and Lang Shuo
Yang went to see his master Long Meizi.
Pass through the main hall, then pass through the layman's room, and then pass through the Moon Gate, which is the house where the Taoist nuns rest. There is a small house at the end of the Taoist temple against the back wall, which is where the temple owner Long Meizi usually meditates and cultivates the truth.
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Along the way, Lang Zixuan greeted the Taoist nuns who came and went from time to time. Those who were familiar with her asked Lang Shuoyang to salute and call her "Sister Aunt". Fortunately, most of them were in their senior year, so I never met someone as young and beautiful as Wanrou.