Phoenix Reborn: The Peerless Fourth Lady

It was almost late when they arrived at Qianyun Temple, and naturally the abbot of Qianyun Temple, Ling Yang presided over them, came out to greet them, and the old lady You Yu was still listening to scriptures in the Buddhist hall, so he was not disturbed for the time being.

Ling Yun presided over and arranged for the young monk to take them to the wing of Qianyun Temple. Since the Su family always came here to burn incense and worship Buddha, Qianyun Temple already had a special wing.

And Qingyan's wing is close to a remote courtyard, it is said that it is deserted and unpopular, the former Su Qingyan never liked to come here, because she didn't want anyone to like such a small courtyard.

But to Su Qingyan, this is indifferent to Su Qingyan. After the wing room is arranged, Qingyan directly let the cloud python get entangled on the pillar outside the door. with a boa constrictor.

Miss, you don't want to live in this crappy place, obviously their rooms are so nice. Qing Dai couldn't help complaining as she looked at the cleaned bed.

It doesn't matter, anyway, we won't stay too long. Qing Yan sat on the chair and watched Qing Dai's smiling mouth, Maybe something happened here before?

I heard that Qianyun Temple used to be a cemetery, I just picked up a temple here to prevent the spread of evil spirits, just to shock those evil spirits. Chi Shao looked at Qingyan and said seriously with.

But she didn't see any worry on Qingyan's face, but what she said was true, this young lady is already a Shura from hell, so why bother with those ghosts.

If I say that I am from hell, what should you do? Qingyan said and stretched out her finger symbolically. Under the dim candlelight, Qingyan at this moment really looks like a ghost from hell.

Miss, why do you scare the servant like this? The servant will never return those ghosts and gods. Qing Dai looked at Qingyan's joyful play, and said helplessly, The hands of the servant are covered with blood, and I am not afraid of those ghosts at all. The evil ghost is asking for his life.

Not bad. Qingyan watched them and nodded seriously.

They are all evil spirits from hell, so how could they be afraid of some unjust ghosts taking their lives.

Miss, this is the food sent by the little monk. The little monk said that they don't eat after noon in the temple. He was afraid that we would not eat on the way, so he sent some food over. Chi Shao said and put the food away. to the table.

Okay. Qingyan tapped the table rhythmically as she spoke.

Qingdai didn't know what Qingyan wanted to do, but after a while she saw a group of snakes, insects, rats and ants appearing in the room, and a relatively large animal whose name was unknown.

Qingyan glanced at the animal, and said slowly, I heard that this temple was originally a cemetery, but now?

Hearing Qingyan's words, the animal stretched out five fingers and grabbed her, but Qingyan didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it. When the animal saw Qingyan's smile, she stopped as if she was proficient in human nature.

You are the master? The little animal shook its body and returned to its original appearance. It was the rare white tiger.

It's hard for Xiaobai to still remember me. Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief looking at Baihu's appearance, Although I'm no longer the same as before, I can still be recognized by you.

Seeing Qingyan's appearance, Baihu walked to her side and rubbed Zeng her arm, The master is the master, so of course I know it.

Qingyan patted Baihu as she spoke, But I didn't expect you to appear here, why are you here in Qianyun Temple.

The Daoist Yunhen saved me and kept me in Qianyun Temple, but he didn't expect to see the master here. Baihu rubbed Qingyan's arm as he spoke, with a gentle look on his face. little beast.

Daoist Yunhen? After Qingyan repeated the name several times, it seemed that even if she came back as Su Qingyan, the former master still needed to meet.

But at that time, she never thought that Daoist Yunhen would be from Donghe Country. She only knew that Daoist Yunhen was an immortal. Created the Wanshou Pavilion.

But when he was dying, he had never seen his master.

Is Taoist Master Yunhen still in the temple? Qingyan looked at Baihu and asked with a smile, After all, he was my former master.

Daoist Yunhen said that if we are destined to meet him, we will naturally be able to meet him. Bai Hu looked at Qingyan and patted her hand, Master, I will stay by Master's side from now on, okay? As a mount.

Silly Xiaobai, why did you ever use you as a mount. Qingyan patted Baihu's head as she spoke, But with you by my side, my days in Qianyun Temple will not be too boring.

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When the little monk was about to feed, he found that the white tiger in the cage had disappeared. He could only hurriedly report to the host Ling Yang. The host knew that his master had kept the white tiger in the cage. It should be that the predestined person that the uncle said has appeared.

Master, what should we do now? If such a big tiger appears in the temple, it will cause chaos. The little monk looked at the host and said worriedly.

Host Ling Yang looked at the little monk and patted him on the head, Don't worry, since the white tiger came out, it means that the predestined person that the uncle is waiting for has appeared. Since the predestined person appears, then presumably the predestined person will not let the white tiger come out. Something hurtful.

The little monk listened to Ling Yang's words and didn't know why, but he was still very worried that the appearance of the white tiger would cause a lot of chaos. He ignored Ling Yang's words, and the little monk could only find the location of the white tiger by himself.

Host Ling Yang looked at the little monk who was walking away. After he pressed a mechanism, a cool wind greeted him on the opposite side. He looked at the white-haired old man in a gray Taoist robe sitting not far away and said, Master Uncle, the predestined person you were waiting for has appeared.

The immortal in the gray Taoist robe opened his eyes and glanced at Host Ling Yang, and said with a smile, Since you're here, you'll be safe.

Host Ling Yang watched his uncle retreat to the side silently, then observed again for a while to make sure everything was fine, and then disappeared at the place where he appeared just now.

Qingyan rode on the white tiger, blowing the exquisite jade flute presented by Murong Jingxuan, led by the white tiger through the hurried forest in the back mountain, and finally arrived at the place where Taoist Master Yunhen was.

Daoist Yunhen is still the same as she remembered, but the white hair still dazzled Qingyan's eyes. When did Daoist Yunhen's three thousand hairs turn white?

Was it five years ago or more?

Just when Qingyan was in a daze, she heard that voice coming, Girl Yan, since you're here, why don't you come out to meet your teacher?