Wuyun Mountain, located in the capital, is towering and surrounded by majestic clouds, like a winding dragon. There is a pavilion on its top called Quanqing, which is like a fairyland on earth.
As the setting sun shines, the twilight passes over the eaves of the temple like golden threads, illuminating the shadows of layers of glazed tiles.
Quanqing Temple is built against the mountain, with terraces and pavilions stacked one upon another. The vermilion-painted palaces are solemn and majestic, and the winding stone steps lead directly to the mountain gate. The bluestone slabs are covered with moss, as if telling the story of thousands of years of seclusion.
There are towering ancient trees in the temple, and the ginkgo, pine and cypress trees that are hundreds of years old are lush and tall, shading between the temples.
The incense was burning brightly, and the air was filled with smoke. No immortals could be seen in the mist, but the sound of bells could be heard echoing.
A gentle breeze blew, and bells and drums rang out, as if heaven and earth were resonating with each other, with faint sounds of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
On the surface, it is a place for meditation, but in fact, there is an endless stream of pilgrims, especially dignitaries, who often enter through the hidden door in the back mountain and come late at night to avoid being seen.
They claim to be asking for talismans and divination, but in fact they are praying for blessings, warding off evil, changing their fortunes and prolonging their lives.
Quanqing Temple has long been a retreat for the powerful and wealthy in this paradise.
At this moment, dusk is approaching.
Su Yao stood in front of the mountain gate, his figure slender but straight as a sword, wearing plain clothes without any ornaments, with waist-length black hair and a calm and indifferent expression.
Standing behind her were Qingcheng, Bai Ze, Fubao and Su Ziyu.
The mountain breeze rustled the corners of my clothes, bringing a hint of chill.
"Sister, do we really have to go in?" Su Ziyu asked in a low voice.
Although he had known in advance that there had been a two-headed snake suppressed in the ancient well in Quanqing Temple, he was still a little worried even after hearing that it had suddenly disappeared. He had been most afraid of snakes since he was a child.
But Master Liu Yuting said that he must overcome his fear of snakes, otherwise he would not teach him any magic.
Su Ziyu didn't understand what his master meant, so he had no choice but to come.
Su Yao nodded, his voice as gentle as cold jade: "Zhizhi suffered from a strange disease, but she inexplicably ascended to heaven. This is not an ordinary case, and we must investigate it thoroughly."
"Besides, grandpa also told me before coming here that his old friend's last wish before his death was for grandpa to take better care of this old friend's granddaughter, just to help grandpa fulfill his promise to the old friend." The old man asked her biological father to invest in the Su Yao Chinese Medicine Clinic, so he always had to help with such small favors.
The five of them walked up slowly, passed through the Heavenly King Hall, the bell tower, the corridor, and arrived at the front yard.
Zhizhi's parents had been waiting for a long time.
Ouyang He stood beside them with a heavy expression.
When Zhizhi's biological father Lu Xian saw Su Yao, he fell to his knees. His wife Li Jiao followed him and knelt down, her sobs choking with sobs.
"Director Su, Grandpa Su said you have extraordinary medical skills, and you understand yin and yang and ghosts and gods... Please save my daughter Zhizhi! She won't be willing to leave us... She's only eight years old!"
Su Yao lowered his eyes and looked at them, his expression unchanged. He only said, "You all stand up first and start from the beginning."
Li Jiao stood up and choked up, "Before she died, Zhizhi kept saying that she dreamed of a monster calling her and saying it wanted to take her flying. She cried and said she didn't want to leave, but we thought it was a nightmare and didn't pay much attention..."
Lu Xian added in a low voice, "Zhizhi died so peacefully, as if she were asleep. She barely even had her pulse cut off before... she passed away... We don't believe it. Absolutely not."
But he suddenly burst into tears: "But Zhizhi's body just disappeared..."
Ouyang He said, "I checked Zhizhi's room and found some resentful evil spirits. Her soul hasn't returned to its place."
Before Su Yao could ask, the sound of quick footsteps suddenly rang out, and the abbot of Quanqing Temple, Jiuyang Zhenren He Zufeng, walked out, followed by two Taoist priests in green robes.
He Zufeng had a thin face and high cheekbones, looking about seventy years old. His eyes were like an eagle, and he questioned in an unquestionable tone: "Ouyang He, you invited outsiders into the temple without permission. Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"
Ouyang He paused, and before he could answer, he heard footsteps again in the distance.
Four cultivators walked into the courtyard, led by Bai Lingxi, the eldest daughter of the Bai family, one of the five major cultivation families.
She had an exquisite and charming appearance, and was dressed in a light blue gauze robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the corners. She looked noble and proud, and was followed by a female assistant and three male disciples of the Bai family, all of whom had distinguished looks.
He Zufeng's expression changed immediately, and he stepped forward to greet her: "So it's Miss Bai who's here. How is the Patriarch these days?"
Bai Lingxi said calmly, "My father is fine. I've come here on orders and will be back as soon as I'm done."
"How can we neglect our distinguished guests who have come from afar? The meal is ready. Please move to the VIP room and rest for a while."
She nodded slightly, and glanced at Su Yao and others, just a glance without saying a word.
After the Bai family entered, He Zufeng's expression relaxed a little and he followed them to the VIP room.
At this moment, Su Yao looked at Ouyang He and said calmly, "Master He, is there a dragon-locking formation set up in the ancient well in the temple?"
Ouyang He smiled bitterly and nodded, "Director Su, there's a spirit-suppressing snake sealed in the ancient well of the inner palace of the Guannei Palace: it's a two-headed snake with five hundred years of cultivation. But it's currently missing... I suspect someone released it privately."
Purple eyes were as calm as water: "Who do you suspect?"
His eyes dimmed and he whispered, "...Master."
The air suddenly stagnated.
Qingcheng and others looked doubtful.
Su Yao just whispered: "Take me to the ancient well."
Her eyes were firm and unquestionable, and her expression was as calm as if she had seen through fate and was not afraid of life or death.
The last rays of the setting sun fell on her brow, like a touch of bright cinnabar, just like destiny.
The Quanqing Temple is destined to be restless tonight.
When Su Yao and the others returned from the ancient well, Ouyang He took them to the VIP room for dinner.
As soon as I entered the VIP room, I saw the people from Bureau 79: Su Murong, Zhou Lingyu, Zhou Qilin, and Zhou Shimeng.
They seemed to have finished their meal. Bai Lingxi sat alone next to Su Murong, with a charming smile in her eyes.
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