This old way is unkempt, and even faintly a little dross, but the fragrance of tea that can be brewed is so intoxicating that I can't help but want to take a sip.

"Two donors, please be seated. The old man smiled lightly, and his face was kind, like an old man who had lived in the barren mountains and mountains for a long time and watched the forests.

"Dare to ask the long hair number?" Yang Di carefully sat down cross-legged on a futon on the right side, and asked for the name of this old way.

This is a cultivator, and that unfathomable aura is like an immortal, among the monks Yang Di has encountered, except for the immortal sister, no one has ever given him this illusion of Dao bone fairy wind.

Even, Yang Di felt in a trance that even if it was a fairy sound, he might not be able to cultivate on this old path.

Of course, according to Zong Xun, now Xianyin is just a spiritual body of her deity, if it is the deity, she doesn't know how powerful it is.

How can there be such an old Taoist in the world? Yang Di felt incredible, did the old man really live in a Taoist temple that would hang in the air for a long time and appear and disappear from time to time?

"Old road Qinggu. The old man smiled, "Donors don't need to be careful, the old man has no ill will towards you!"

"Aoya Michigan is polite. Yang Di raised his hand to make an album, and at the same time was a little secretly dumb and funny, as if he was indeed a little too nervous.

Such an old man, who is mysterious everywhere and as unfathomable as an immortal, if he really wants to be unfavorable to them, it may just be a gesture.

"Wanxi, do you have something to ask Daoist Qinggu for advice?" Yang Di turned his gaze to the female ghost ghost beside him, who was very quiet at the moment, as if he was trying to think about something, his pale little face, in the bright moonlight, was very moving.

Yang Di and the old man did not bother, and waited quietly.

"Before the king of the West died, he said that he should not have mistakenly believed in the Infinite Dao, as far as I know, the tribe of the King of the West has its own ancient heritage, and there is no need to learn the Taoism of others, who expounded the Infinite Dao to him?" Wanxi asked faintly, she thought about these questions for a long time, and she also confused the ages, and she still wants to find a truth for the tribe of the West King.

"That's the old way. The old man nodded with a smile.

"Why did that Taoist master preach to the king of the west of that generation?" asked Wanxi again.

"Hurt him!" Lao Daoyun said lightly, just those two simple words, but Yang Di changed color, and Wanxi, the female ghost who had been sad before, had a trace of anger in her eyes.

After just a few breaths, Wan Xi'an broke down, and she sighed in a low voice: "Why does the Taoist want to harm the King of the West?"

For thousands of years, everything has become a thing of the past, and now thinking about these may have lost its meaning, she just wants to find the truth for the Xiwang tribe that pushed the tribe to no return.

"Naturally, it was to guide the Western King of that life to go astray. The old man Qinggu said with a smile, with a gentle face, like a kind old man.

It's just that every word that came out was like a sharp arrow, piercing a thousand holes in Wanxi's heart.

She never liked King Xi in her lifetime, but her fate was entangled with the tribe of King Xi, and her feelings for King West were very complicated, with shame, regret, and some sympathy.

Mu Zheng once said in her ear that the king of the west is determined to revive the tribe, and he has a knot that cannot be dissolved, and he agreed to marry the royal family, but he also wanted to use Li Longji's power to exchange some opportunities for the tribe, although it caused a big disaster in the end, but it was not the fault of the king of the west.

Mu Zheng has been very loyal to the tribe all his life, and he is also very loyal to the king of the west, and Wanxi is affected by it, and it is inevitable that he will mourn for the final dismal ending of the tribe.

Now that she heard about such secrets, her heart hurt for some reason, but she couldn't explain why she was so uncomfortable.

Perhaps, since the day she married the King of the West, that ancient tribe has become her concern, and after being driven out, she has never forgotten it until death.

"It's all over......" Yang Di sighed, not knowing how to comfort this female ghost, he could feel that this Qinggu old Taoist did not have any murderous aura, but was calm and gentle.

It's just those words, think about it from your own shoes, Yang Di knows that the female ghost Wanxi must be like a knife, she is obsessed with sticking to it for thousands of years, and finally found the truth that the tribe will never recover, but the result is so bleak.

"Are you helping Emperor Tang do things?" asked Wanxi Youyu after a long time.

"No, Lao Dao has nothing to do with the Tang Emperor of that life, if you have to be more serious, there is indeed some involvement," the old man Qinggu smiled peacefully: "That was a thousand years ago...... Lao Dao once opened the altar on the top of Mount Tai, practiced for more than 7740 days, and finally cut off Li Longji's imperial road charm as he wished!"

"This ......" Yang Di was stunned, and for some reason he felt a chill down his spine.

A mysterious and strange old Dao who appeared in the sky above the Kunlun Mountains, dross and old, but claimed that he had cut off the qi of Tang Xuanzong Li Longji.

If he hadn't heard of these words, Yang Di really couldn't believe it, but his intuition told him that it was most likely true.

Because the origin of this old way seems to be full of magic, is he really an immortal in the world?

"Are you making it up?" Wanxi was not as complicated as Yang Di thought, but just sighed gloomily.

"At that time, the Tang Emperor's fortune was getting weaker and weaker, and the old Taoist was remorseful, so he cut off his dragon fortune for the late shepherd Changge, but later, someone persuaded me to open the net, so I never took his life. The old man told him calmly.

"Then when you first started, why did you lead the king of the west astray?" the female ghost Wanxi sighed with resentment: "If the king of the west is not damaged, how can I harm him with one misfortune and calamity?"

"The ghost is obsessed, and he wants to take away his Dao Fruit, and he also wants to take away the West King Tower. The old man Qinggu told the truth.

"What about now?" Wanxi smiled coldly, she was not worthy of the people of the entire Xiwang tribe, no matter how honest the old Taoist was, but the mistakes she made were still unforgivable.

As for Lao Dao's later severance of the Tang Emperor's Dragon Fortune, it couldn't make up for anything, because at that time, including her lifelong pastoral campaign, all the people of the Xiwang tribe were already full of white bones, and there was nothing to recover.

Yang Di pinched a cold sweat for her, and now everything is empty, there is no point in digging into the bottom of it, so aggressive, Yang Di is really afraid that this old man will be angry.

"Now the old Dao still has some dusty fate, among them, it is a cause and effect owed to the Xiwang clan!" The old man Qinggu was not angry, and even his face was still kind and kind, and his voice was sincere.

"How to end it?" Wanxi asked stubbornly.

"The king of the west was ambitious all his life, and he had a grudge in his heart, and then he was cut off by the curse of calamity, and his body must have turned into evil obstacles, so let the old Taoist help him return to dust and return to dust. Qinggu sighed.

Wanxi was silent.

Yang Di was a little surprised, this female ghost ghost did not defend herself, it seems that the king of the West did not look like a good person before his death.

It's just what the old Taoist said, but it made Yang Di feel a little puzzled, King Xi's "body has become an obstacle", what does it mean, has it become a zombie, it's not so exaggerated, right?

And they had been to the ruins of the Xiwang tribe before, and they didn't find any dry corpses that didn't rot, where did the remnants of the Xiwang come from?

Wait a minute!!

Suddenly, Yang Di felt a chill down his spine and thought of something.

In the palace of the West King Ruins before, he seemed to have felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him, but it was not an illusion, but a ......

Hiss~~~~ At this thought, Yang Di gasped and sweated profusely.