My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

The two of them stood there staring at each other, neither of them expecting such a coincidence.

Ling Xiaodong was the first to react, and he asked in surprise:

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"Girl, are you looking for Mingyue Temple?"

I have lived in Mingyue Guan for so long before, and I have never been visited by anyone.

Zheng Sirer also came to her senses. She took out a map from the bag behind her and pointed out the marked Mao'er Mountain to Ling Xiaodong.

"Exactly, I went up the mountain along the road, but I only saw the Qingfeng Temple, but I didn't see the Mingyue Temple written on the map."

"Isn't this the boundary of Mao'er Mountain?"

Zheng Si'er has become a habit of getting lost, she subconsciously thought that she had gone to the wrong place.

Ling Xiaodong shook his head, and pointed to the original site of Mingyue Temple.

"This is Mao'er Mountain, but the Moon View is on another mountain."

"Thank you very much!"

As soon as he heard that he was on the right track, after such a bumpy journey, he finally arrived at the destination instructed by his master. Zheng Si'er excitedly handed over to Ling Xiaodong, and immediately turned around eagerly to go down the mountain.

But Ling Xiaodong reached out and stopped her.

"Girl please slow down!"

Zheng Sirer stopped and looked back at Ling Xiaodong in confusion.

"I don't know what the girl wants to do with Mingyue Temple, but there is no one in the temple at this time."

"What!? There's no one left!"

Zheng Si'er's heart suddenly tightened.

Did my journey for so long turn out to be in vain?

As soon as I thought of the solemn expression on the master's face before leaving, I knew that this task was of great importance, and it might even be related to the survival of the palace and the northern border.

She couldn't help clenching her fists and asked anxiously:

"Is there no one left? Including Taoist Mingyue?"

"Girl, please be patient."

Ling Xiaodong pressed down with both palms twice.

"The Mingyue Temple was originally just me and my master, but we all moved here. My master is Taoist Mingyue, and she happens to be in the temple now."

"only......"

Ling Xiaodong looked at the mysterious woman in front of him, whose origin was unknown and whose face was covered by a black veil, and felt puzzled.

The master didn't leave the door, so how could anyone come to her door to look for her after knowing her name?

"I don't know what the girl wants from my master?"

When Zheng Si'er heard that Taoist Mingyue was still there, her originally worried heart was instantly relieved.

She took out a huge gold medal from her waist, engraved with a character of north, and held it in her hand to show Ling Xiaodong.

As the token was taken out, Zheng Sirer's eyes flashed under the black gauze, and her tone became serious.

"I am the Crown Prince of Beijing, Zheng Si'er. I came here on the orders of my master, Wenren Yiqing, to find Taoist Mingyue. I have important matters to discuss with him!"

Ling Xiaodong's face was calm, but he was not frightened by the identity and aura of Zheng Si'er's eldest son.

He frowned at the token, it didn't look like it was fake.

This is the land of the far west!

The prince of Beijing from the extreme north traveled thousands of miles, why did he come to Mao'er Mountain to find his master?

and many more!

King of Beijing?

Ling Xiaodong suddenly remembered the two fiery marriage letters. The one who was engaged to the master was Zheng Beiguan, the eldest son of Prince Jing, and there seemed to be some relationship between the two.

He looked suspiciously at Zheng Si'er in front of him.

Logically speaking, since Zheng Beiguan is dead, then the marriage letter will be discarded, so why did King Beijing send this prince to find his master?

"Yes, yes, but since His Royal Highness is coming to see my master, what token do you have?"

"A token?"

Zheng Si'er thought for a while, put the gold medal in her hand back on her waist, and handed the original map to Ling Xiaodong.

"If you insist on a token, this map is probably enough."

She paused and continued to explain:

"According to what my master said, four years ago, a Taoist priest with a very high level of cultivation made a good relationship with the palace. Before leaving, he left this map, saying that if one day encounters a crisis, he can follow this map Come find someone to help tide you over."

Ling Xiaodong took the map from Zheng Sier and looked down carefully.

The boundary of Mao'er Mountain was indeed marked on it, as well as the name of his master.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the map with a frown, and murmured:

"Mingyue... Taoist..."

Seeing that he was deep in thought, Zheng Sirer asked curiously.

"Any questions?"

Ling Xiaodong did not answer her, but stretched out his hand to touch his smooth chin, with many thoughts in his mind.

This handwriting...

How come you look familiar?

Ling Xiaodong knew that with his photographic memory, if he felt familiar, he must have seen it somewhere.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a scene from the past flashed through his mind, until a line drawing style painting flashed in his mind.

Ling Xiaodong suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with light.

"Have it!"

There was a look of sudden realization on his face, and he looked at the prince in front of him with a black gauze covering his face in surprise.

"Are you the destined person Aunt Yun mentioned?"

I have only seen such elegant and free handwriting in one place.

There is the Patriarch Hall of Qingfeng Temple!

On the hanging paintings in the ancestral hall, the handwriting at the inscription is exactly the same, and those paintings are all made by my ancestors!

I have also asked Aunt Yun before, why did the master kick out the master and let her set up her own family.

Aunt Yun's answer is that Master Xuanjizi asked Yue Yingying to wait for a destined person, and that destined person must be a woman.

Zheng Sier was a little at a loss. She didn't know anything. She was just ordered to come here to find someone.

The eyes under the veil were a little erratic, and Zheng Si'er herself faltered with great uncertainty:

"I...I might...right?"

Ling Xiaodong bowed his hands politely towards Zheng Sier.

"The poor Taoist Ling Xiaodong is the chief disciple of Taoist Mingyue."

After saying that, he turned sideways to make way for Zheng Sirer.

"Please come in and I will lead the way."

Zheng Si'er secretly let out a sigh of relief.

After experiencing untold hardships and getting lost countless times, he finally arrived at the destination on the map.

Among them, the hardships are not enough for outsiders to understand. For a while, she felt deeply moved and sighed.

"Then I would like to thank Daoist Ling."

After she thanked Ling Xiaodong, she looked up at the high-hanging plaque of Qingfeng Temple, and then looked down at the not-so-high threshold.

After taking two deep breaths, he solemnly stretched his legs and walked over with a sense of ritual.

When Zheng Si'er stepped into the door with both feet, her shoulders, which had been tense along the way, loosened, as if she had let go of a heavy burden.

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After stepping through the gate, there is a long bluestone avenue.

The road is flat and clean, slightly damp but there is no moss on it, it seems that it should be cleaned from time to time.

On both sides of the road is a row of huge ancient trees with twists and turns, each of which is tall enough to reach the sky. The shade of the trees completely covers the road beneath them, making it impossible to see the sky when you look up.

The scenery in the distance is obscured by misty white mist, and only a corner of the palace cornices can be vaguely seen hidden in the mist. It does feel like a fairyland on earth.

When Zheng Si'er went up the mountain, she noticed that the whole Mao'er Mountain was shrouded in mist.

Taking a deep breath of this mist can refresh the mind. She is a pure martial artist, so she doesn't know how much spiritual power is contained in it, but in such a blessed place, the internal force in the meridians runs much smoother.

"It's worthy of being a secluded place for an expert."

Zheng Si'er stood at the same spot and looked around the things in Qingfeng Temple with novelty, and was amazed from time to time.

Ling Xiaodong on the side also put down the broom in his hand and walked to Zheng Sirer's side again.

"Zheng Shizi, come with me."

Zheng Si'er waved at him.

"Taoist Master Ling, you don't need to call me Prince. I actually don't like this title. Just call me Miss Zheng."

Ling Xiaodong nodded in surprise, but didn't say anything more and led her towards the reception room.

The two of them walked on the avenue one after another. Zheng Sirer looked left and right along the way, while the Taoist nuns and laymen passing by were also curiously looking at this strange guest dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat.

"Master Ling, they all seem to be looking at us."

Ling Xiaodong was used to the crowds of Taoist nuns in Guannei, but he didn't take these sights to heart.

He walked forward with his hands behind his back, and replied lightly:

"There are relatively few visitors in the temple, and it's normal for them to be curious."

Zheng Sirer asked doubtfully: "Really? Why do I feel like they are all looking at Daoist Ling?"

"That's your illusion."

The two ended their brief exchange and continued walking deeper into the mist.

Click, click, click.

The environment of Qingfengguan is quiet, and the footsteps of the two people are particularly obvious.

"Dao Zhang Ling, when I looked all the way over, why did I only see female disciples and not a single male disciple?"

Zheng Si'er was keenly aware of this feature, and couldn't help but ask Ling Xiaodong.

"Guannei only accepts female disciples, not male disciples."

"Then why is Daoist Ling here?"

"I am a disciple of Mingyue Temple, not Qingfeng Temple."

"Oh."

Zheng Sier nodded thoughtfully, and the silence between the two returned to the original state.

After going back dozens of steps, Zheng Si'er spoke again:

"Then what does Daoist Ling do here at Qingfeng Temple?"

Ling Xiaodong frowned slightly.