My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 26 Peach Core
  The corpse glowed with a strange waxy yellow color, as if it was wrapped in a layer of amber and had been sealed in it for a long time, and its original appearance could not be seen at all.

Only the posture with his palms clasped together and placed on his chest shows that he was a monk before he was born.

There is still a broken hole in the chest, which is almost identical to the previous jade statue. The cracks are also spreading, but at a much slower pace.

Lou Qixue is not stupid.

Knowing that Yan Conling was so active in calling him to come forward to check, there was nothing good in it.

He is a great demon with profound strength.

Especially now that she was seriously injured, this corpse that didn't look quite right was left to the fox who didn't have a bright mind...

But Lou Qixue would be angry that she didn't care about physical injuries, and that she cared more about Ning Fengli. For this kind of behavior of throwing him out to thunder, he was actually happy.

"This man should have been dead for a long time."

He raised his hand and motioned for her to hide further behind him.

Yan Conling's growth rate is too fast, and it only takes a few hundred years to kill him, the demon king.

Therefore, there are not many people who can hide behind him like they are now.

"Then can you tell who he is?"

Yan Conngling moved symbolically. She is just seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, but she is not afraid.

If you were to start conservatively as a big demon, you would have to be a thousand years old. The fox demon also prefers the earthly world, maybe he has an impression or even knows it?
  "do not know."

The other party interrupted her expectations.

Before meeting her, he had focused on his cultivation and had never even left the fox den a few times.

"Yes." Yan Conngling nodded, "This temple is small and old. It has been abandoned for so long. I'm afraid not many people have heard of it."

Therefore, Concubine Yao's sudden appearance really makes people wonder what she wants to do. In a dream, it sounds a bit stiff and mysterious...

"From the spirit."

A jade-like voice interrupted her thoughts, and the young man turned his gaze slightly.

"There seems to be something wrong with the body."

Paused for a breath.

Yan Conling decided decisively, "Open it and take a look."

It's a pity that the sweet potatoes beside the second senior brother are not here, otherwise we can still get a general idea.

But this corpse should not wait until the second senior brother comes over.

After eating that evil thing that could break through the Qiankun Bag, I thought it would be safer to stay here and unpack it. If there is something bad inside, there will be an influx of pilgrims up and down the mountain, so if you move out, there may be some accidents.

Professional work must still be left to specialized people, and Yan Conling is no longer hiding.

Using the little strength he had just recovered, he supported his seriously injured body and pushed Lou Qixue away.

"I will do it myself."

The young man only took half a step back, but still stayed by her side.

Yan Congling's forehead twitched, but remembering his previous behavior of coaxing people to go to Lei, he simply pretended not to see it.

Just now he was blocking him, and the hall was filled with smoke, and all he could see was that the corpse was unrecognizable.

Now that I get closer, I realize how ridiculously blurry it is.

During festivals when she was little, her master took her and her two senior brothers down the mountain to watch the fireworks. The third senior brother always clamored for candy. The melted sugar coating is sticky and turbid, covering the shapeless facial features, just like this...

"It's a forbidden technique."

She knew most of the library in Yunshan, so she recognized it very quickly.

"Force the living soul to be imprisoned in the dead body, so that it cannot enter the reincarnation of the River Styx. This can only be done with deep hatred and hatred."

Yan Conngling half-crouched down.

Put on the special silk gloves and check carefully while the people around you are hesitant to speak. She has lived a long life without Lou Qixue, but she has seen all kinds of weird and bizarre dead people not necessarily less than him.

"It should be the abbot of the temple."

Determining the identity of the corpse did not make her feel relaxed. Instead, her eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

"This temple has survived from the time of the founding emperor."

To put it another way, the only old monk in the temple was sealed in an abandoned jade statue for at least a thousand years.

"Enemies from thousands of years ago..."

Lou Qixue understood her intention, "How could such a coincidence lead to the dream of being a favored concubine?" If it were another concubine, the old emperor would not be able to order the repair of the ruined temple.

"There are still spiritual power residues on the corpse, and the traces are very new. It is inferred that the forbidden technique should have been activated in the past few days."

Yan Conling's injury became more stable and he gradually entered the state, "The so-called dream is probably just rhetoric. There are still a few days until the autumn hunt in the palace. This old monk has been dead for a thousand years, and the forbidden magic has also been banned for a thousand years. Why? Suddenly triggered?"

Reminiscent of the love poison he had been exposed to previously.

There is also the Yunshan Qiankun Bag that was forcibly broken open for the first time...

His eyes couldn't help but darken.

"I'm afraid this matter is not simple. You first get a clean gourd to decorate the evil spirit in the palace."

Patting the incense ash stained on the corner of his clothes, Yan Conling said slowly, "Otherwise, what will I do when I go back later?"

She didn't forget that that old guy Wei Wenxiu was still out there, waiting to catch her.

With evidence in hand, it would be better to persuade the fatuous old emperor to retreat.

The corpses on the ground were like burning paper, and they were about to disappear, leaving only the last trace of fireflies. Yan Conling suddenly seemed to have discovered something. He took out his long sword and carefully opened the mouth that was as stiff as stone——

A small peach core fell out of it.

As soon as it landed on the ground, it took root and sprouted, and its branches and leaves spread quickly. A peaceful and gentle force that embraces all rivers flows out.

As the peach tree grows, the evil spirits in the temple are washed away.

If Lou Qixue hadn't been quick, I'm afraid the evidence she wanted would have been lost.

The gray fog recedes and the spiritual platform becomes clear.

The moment the thumb-sized buds bloomed like a sea, the peach branches just broke through the upper end in the red rain, and poked out from the corners of the eaves, facing the sky.

"I see."

Yan Conngling narrowed her eyes.

The body was sealed into a jade statue like a curse, and the soul was tortured by thousands of years of loneliness. But even so, my heart is still as calm as a lotus and as full as a spring peach.

All things are interdependent.

The enemy wanted to use forbidden magic to refine him into evil spirits, so his soul turned into peach wood that could purify evil spirits.

Just wait for one day to enter the game and break it.

"This tree... I seem to have some impression."

Lou Qixue handed the gourd back to her and raised her eyes to look at the bright and fair peach blossoms.

"The throne of the Ning family was not easy to come by."

Yan Conngling nodded. She had heard this from the storytellers at the tea stall. It was so magical that she wanted to say that the founding emperor was unique in the world.

Although Ning Ji was a legitimate child, his biological mother died early and his uncle's family was defeated. His father was bewitched by the imperial concubine and was almost killed several times.

"It is said that Ning Ji was assassinated on his way back as a hostage and was in danger. Fortunately, he met an old man who could not speak and risked his life by hiding him secretly in a tree. He managed to escape and successfully returned to the Imperial Capital. "

"The lifespan of ordinary people is not as long as that of cultivators. The stories that have been passed down for thousands of years may be vague and exaggerated."

She looked up at the peach tree, which was indeed lush and leafy. "This must be the tree where the founding emperor hid."

(End of this chapter)