After listening to Yu Xiaoyao Ren, Gu Xinglang looked at the old Taoist priest without saying anything, but his expression became serious.
The old Taoist twisted his mustache, which had grown a little longer, and whispered, "Princess, just give him a try to see if he is a medicine man."
Yu Xiao: "Thank you for your reminder, he is not a medicine man."
Gu Xinglang said: "Have you checked him?"
"My father asked the imperial physician to check him, and there are no worms in his body." Yu Xiaoxiao thought about it and added: "My father is so afraid of death, how could he not check this kind of thing?"
The Taoist priest said to Gu Xinglang: "I didn't hear anything."
Gu Xinglang coughed and said to Yu Xiao: "Let's talk about Wen Fenglin, so don't talk about the emperor."
Yu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Gu Xinglang knew in his heart that his wife's attitude was sincere, but she just had to refuse to change.
Yu Xiaoxiao said to the Taoist priest, "He is not a medicine man, how do you explain the corpse gas on his body? By the way, what is corpse gas?" Zombies have the stench of rotting flesh, and the stench is called corpse gas? Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head. Wen Fenglin had a sandalwood scent on his body. She had never smelled a stench before.
"Perhaps his death is approaching," the old Taoist whispered.
Yu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at the old Taoist priest and said, "Why don't you say that his forehead is black?"
The old Taoist said: "Having corpse qi in the body is more serious than having a black forehead."
"I found the antidote for him, and you still told me that he was dying?" Yu Xiaoxiao slapped her hand on the table and said, "Next, are you going to ask me to spend money to buy you an amulet?" Yu Xiaoxiao swore that if the Taoist mentioned the amulet, she would beat this charlatan to death!
Gu Xinglang was calmer than Yu Xiaoxiao. He held Yu Xiaoxiao's hand that was slapping the table. Gu Sanshao asked the old man, "You said maybe, then what are the other possibilities?"
The old Taoist said, "There is another possibility. He has been with the dead for many years, so he has been infected with corpse qi."
Yu Xiao: "Could it be that Mo Wen is a dead person?"
The old Taoist said, "Princess, I know you really want Mo Wen to die, but do you think Mo Wen looks like a dead person?"
Yu Xiao: "Mo Wen is very old, older than my father, but he looks very young. What does this mean?"
The old Taoist said: "It is impossible for a person who practices evil arts to wear only human skin forever."
"Maybe he's more powerful than those guys," Yu Xiao said, "Next time I see him, I'll definitely skin him alive."
The old Taoist made a gesture of invitation to Yu Xiaoxiao and said, "Please do as you please, Princess." This man wanted to skin Mo Wen, so there was no reason for him to stop him.
Yu Xiaoxiao said to Gu Xinglang: "My intuition tells me that Mo Wen is not a normal human being."
The old Taoist said, "The princess doesn't look like one either."
At this time, Wang Po brought a bowl of wontons and placed it in front of the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest lowered his head and smelled the wontons in front of him. The aroma of the chili oil was very strong. The Taoist priest praised: "It smells good."
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't give the Taoist priest a chance to move the spoon. She reached out and took the wontons in her hand, tilted her head back and drank the whole bowl of wontons like water.
Old Taoist..., doesn't this guy think it's too hot?!
Gu Xinglang asked Yu Xiaoxiao: "Do you still want to eat?"
Yu Xiao: "Another bowl."
Without saying anything, Gu Xinglang turned around and said to Grandma Wang, "Grandma Wang, bring another bowl."
Grandma Wang, who had already served six bowls of wontons for the table, was shocked. Did she have to make another pound of wontons?
Yu Xiaoxiao put the empty bowl in front of the old Taoist priest, not even leaving a sip of wonton soup for him.
The old Taoist could only swallow his anger at this moment and said to Gu Xinglang: "In short, if you don't want Master Fenglin to die, you have to keep an eye on him."
Yu Xiao: "Hearing what you said, you are leaning towards the possibility that Wen Fenglin is about to die?"
The old Taoist nodded.
Gu Xinglang said: "Who is your friend? Can we meet him?"
The old Taoist shook his head.
Gu Xinglang said: "Can I ask his name?"
The old Taoist said, "He has been in seclusion for many years. The prince consort should spare someone who doesn't care about worldly affairs."
Yu Xiao: "We won't ask him to tell our fortunes, so you should ask him to let us go."
The old Taoist said, "Princess, this is all I have to say about Master Fenglin."
Yu Xiao: "As long as the imperial doctors can find the antidote, I can guarantee that Wen Fenglin will not die."
The old Taoist said, "Princess, do you not believe what I say?"
Yu Xiaoxiao said honestly: "I don't believe it."
Old Dao...
Wang Po brought another bowl of wontons. As soon as she put the wontons down, she watched Yu Xiaoxiao and his wife finish the bowl of wontons. Wang Po subconsciously asked, "You, do you want more?"
Yu Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth and said, "No, I'll come next time."
Gu Xinglang touched his wallet and prepared to pay.
Yu Xiaoxiao glanced at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist has a bad intuition.
Yu Xiaoxiao pulled Gu Xinglang up and ran away. With the Taoist priest here, why should they pay a penny?
The old Taoist sat on the bench in a daze as he watched Yu Xiaoxiao and Gu Xinglang disappear in an instant.
Wang Po was also stunned for a moment, then she looked at the Taoist priest and asked, "Sir, are you going to pay for this?"
The old Taoist was stunned by Wang Po's question, then he slammed the table in anger and shouted at the place where Yu Xiaoxiao and Gu Xinglang disappeared: "Do you have the nerve to cheat me out of my money?!"
Wang Po said to the old Taoist carefully: "Master, this is a small business, what do you think?"
The old Taoist saw that Wang Po felt very aggrieved and wanted to die. Why did that little monster cheat whoever he caught?
Wang Po said, "They just ate seven bowls."
Old Taoist..., why doesn't that little monster die of starvation?
A down-and-out old man in a half-worn gown and with white hair walked over slowly, bent down, touched the long bench, and sat down opposite the Taoist priest.
The old Taoist said to Wang Po angrily, "Make two more bowls of wontons, add eggs, and don't add chili to one bowl."
Wang Po agreed and left.
The old Taoist looked at the old man opposite him and said, "Junior brother, you said you wanted to take another look at Gu Xinglang. Now that people have seen him, what do you think of him?"
The old man rolled his eyes. His left eye was blind and his right eye also looked cloudy and he couldn't see clearly.
The Taoist priest said, "Or did you fail to see anything?"
The old man said: "He is Pojun for sure."
The Taoist priest said, "Do I need you to tell me this?"
"I saw a path in the blood mist," the old man said again, "this is his chance of survival."
The old Taoist was so shocked that he almost stood up and asked, "Are you serious?"
The smile on the old man's lips looked like a sneer, and he said, "As long as someone who defies the will of heaven protects him, he will naturally have a way out."
The Taoist priest said, "You mean that little monster?"
"Princess, do you believe in fate?" the old man asked.
The Taoist priest said, "She thinks we are charlatans. Do you think she believes it?"
The old man nodded and said, "I guess she should be like that."
The old Taoist asked: "Can you tell the princess' fate?"
The old man said, "How can a person who defies heaven have a destiny? Tian Xingzi, if I had not entered the sect later than you, I really would not want to call you Senior Brother."
The old Taoist said, "Don't worry about this. Now the Tianji Sect is gone. The prince consort said he wants to see you. Do you want to go and meet them?"
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