Longevity begins with a negative heart

The third prince Tang Xun has a completely different style from the prince Dusu, focusing on a simple and down-to-earth style.

He did not pay attention to pomp and circumstance, and did not ride in a car. He rode a Pegasus and walked in front. The long row of vehicles transporting supplies behind him was particularly conspicuous.

The last time Du Su came over, he brought supplies in storage bags, and all they saw was the luxurious and majestic four-dragon carriage that the prince rode in.

The supplies may not be more than last time, but the psychological feeling is very different. Tangxun received a more sincere welcome from the monks of Ruyi Palace.

The master of the palace, Lord Ciheng, was as festive and joyful as ever: "Play fairy music..."

Tang Xun immediately stopped: "In extraordinary times, there is no need to be extravagant and wasteful. Fairy music should be played for the heroes when they are rewarded."

When setting up a banquet to celebrate, Tang Xun did not hold a banquet alone in the main hall, but chose to sit with all the monks, mingle with everyone, and talk cordially.

The monks liked this kind of pragmatic style at the grassroots level, and some people secretly compared the two princes.

"It's really strange. The prince still wants to dig out manure with us, but he just feels that he is aloof and not on the same page as us."

"The main reason is that the prince looks too melancholy. I always feel like he is thinking about writing poetry at any time and is not down to earth..."

When Shu Hua heard this, she almost laughed out loud. She hurriedly turned around to see who could have said such precise words.

She faced a deer.

The deer was lying on the ground, with a few grasses hanging from its tangled antlers. Its big eyes were moist, and its eyelashes were long and curled. It looked very docile and cute.

Seeing Shuhua looking at it, it stood up and walked towards her, bowing its head politely and saluting: "Fellow Taoist Shuhua, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you. Who are you?"

Shu Hua was quite surprised. After cultivating a human body, monks rarely took on their original form in public. Is there something special about this person?
"Just call me Xiao Su! Su Daji!" Lu said steadily: "The mission you just took has something to do with me."

Its companion helped explain: "Xiao Su and Ao Song were roommates. Ao Song released mirage when he died. Xiao Su inhaled too much and could not transform into a human body."

This is new, I wonder what she will become if she is poisoned.Where are people?Where is the tree?

Shuhua asked with great interest: "Can you tell me more about it?"

Su Daji crossed his front legs and scratched the back of his head.

"Aosong didn't do it on purpose. He couldn't control himself. I just always have hallucinations. I always feel like I'm still a child, wandering around in the mountains and forests.

The habits and movements are often similar to those of that time, so they never transform into human bodies.This situation has been going on for five or six days, and I don’t know when it will get better. "

It begged Shuhua: "Can you take me with you? I want to see my roommate return to his hometown safely."

Shu Hua did not refuse. After all, she had to cooperate with the Good Retribution Department for this task, and she didn't know what monks would be sent there. One more Su Daji would make no difference.

Su Daji was very happy as he walked around her: "Everyone says that you are warm-hearted and just and generous. It is indeed true! I will repay you!"

"Which department are you in? What's your rank? Come up with a mission and take it yourself! How can you be so pestered and have to form a team with others?"

Yunlu's sense of crisis is unprecedented. The relationship between men and women cannot be counted on, and the position of a teammate must not be taken away!He firmly refused to agree!

Su Daji immediately took a few steps back meekly to show his avoidance.

"Deputy Secretary Yun, have you forgotten about my subordinate? I am the cleanup man of the Department of Anti-Evil Affairs. You once took me on a mission before, and you praised me for being practical."

Yunlu thought seriously for a moment, then smiled reassuringly: "It's you, that's no problem."

He smiled a little weirdly, but Shuhua didn't bother to care, she had already rolled up quickly.

"Since Xiao Su is familiar with the situation, he just took us to the scene to have a look. Asha is still seriously injured, so she will stay here to deal with it in case someone is found." The two of them and one deer avoided the carnival crowd and walked towards the Yitang at the foot of the mountain. go.

The Yitang was specially built for monks who died in the service. It is solemn and solemn, with constant incense and dedicated personnel to guard and clean it.

But at this moment, the monks guarding the Yitang also went to the summit square for the banquet, with only a few spiritual beasts guarding the door.

Shuhua took out the mission card and embedded it in the groove on the door. The bronze animal-headed door opened silently, revealing a long corridor.

A spirit beast stepped forward to lead the way, guiding them to the house where Aosong's coffin was stored.

There was still a long way to go before the house, so the spirit beast stopped in fear.

Shuhua carefully released a section of root to explore the way. The root entered the house, stopped in front of the coffin, then turned around and drew a line on the ground.

Shuhua motioned to Yunlu and Su Daji: "Stay within this line. Don't cross the line. It's an illusion inside."

She lit the incense made from a stick, and the cool smell like snow swirled up with the incense mist, and a figure gradually formed.

It was a tall and mighty male cultivator. He stood there melancholy, looking at everyone, unable to speak.

"Fellow Taoist Aosong, I am the monk who is about to escort you back home. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me."

Shuhua formed complicated seals to help Aosong's remaining soul condense more firmly.

Aosong stared at her, stretched out his fingers, and moved them in the air.

The lingering fragrance mist changes with his fingertips and condenses into words.

But when he was halfway through writing, the incense mist suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the incense lit by Shuhua also went out.

"What's going on?" Su Daji stretched out one foot in despair, trying to persuade his roommate to stay.

"Someone is coming." Shuhua ducked sideways into the low curtain behind the coffin.

Yunlu and Su Daji also hurriedly hid in.

Yunlu built a barrier to completely cover up the auras of the three people.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, two figures appeared in the house.

A person wearing a tassel-yellow robe, gentle and noble, is Xuan Lizhu himself.

One person was wearing a dark green robe with narrow sleeves. He was tall and strong, with delicate and thick eyebrows. He was Tang Xun, the third prince of the Immortal Court.

Xuan Lizhu said: "Your Highness, I am talking about this mirage monk. Three immortals were dragged into his illusion... I tried several times but couldn't do anything, and the palace master was also helpless."

Tangxun asked: "What did Lord Lingze say?"

Xuan Lizhu said very embarrassedly: "I can't invite him."

Tangxun frowned: "Is there any problem? Although he has a weird temper, he is not a person who refuses to save anyone."

"No, you misunderstood, it's because of me. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't like me...Xuanyou's incident has greatly dragged down my reputation..."

Xuan Lizhu hesitated to speak, lowered his head and bit his lip, and said in a low voice: "I have no choice but to come here, hoping to make achievements and gain a place. But everyone looks down on me and says that I..."

"Secretary Lingze hates evil as much as hatred. If you agree to help, that's all. If not, I..."

Two drops of crystal tears rolled out and hung on the tip of Xuanli Zhu's delicate and snow-white mandible, beautiful and fragile. (End of chapter)