The little nun came to the door, and Mr. Xiao coaxed her softly and took her life

"Boom, crack" a purple lightning struck the cold pond in the back mountain of Ziyun Temple.

"It's over, it's over, the cold pond is gone, what should we do with Xiaowu's injury?" The temple master Shangyang Zhenren muttered as he ran.

Half an hour later, all the people in Ziyun Temple gathered in the main hall. The last person to walk in was Nan Xuanwei, who looked indifferent, as if the cold pond was destroyed by lightning and it was not her who might lose her life at any time.

The girl looked to be no more than twenty years old. Due to her religious training, her skin was smooth, her big eyes were clear and shining, brighter than gems, she had a pair of dimples on her lips, and her smile was well-behaved and pure.

"Xiao Wu, Master just calculated that the Xiao family in the Imperial Capital has a thousand-year-old cold jade bed. I will give you a wealth-gathering talisman and three life-saving talismans left by the ancestor. You can use them in exchange for the right to use the cold jade bed for three years. I roughly remember the location of the Nanxuan family, and I have found some clues over the years. The information is all here. The rest depends on you."

"Master, I don't want to leave Ziyun Temple." Nan Xuanwei deliberately moved closer to the chair, intending to weld her butt onto it.

"Nonsense! Without the cold pond and the cold jade bed, you will die."

Back then, Taoist Shangyang accidentally entered the forbidden area of ​​the Nanxuan family, where he found Nanxuanwei, who was wrapped in the Nanming Lihuo and was dying, and took her back to the Taoist temple.

Every once in a while, Nan Xuanwei's body would feel like it was on fire, and she needed the cold pond to suppress the Nanming Lihuo in her body. Now that the cold pond was destroyed, if she didn't find a replacement quickly, she didn't know if she could survive the next attack.

However, this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. Only by returning to Nan Xuan's home can her illness be completely cured.

Nan Xuanwei still didn't want to leave, so Shangyang Zhenren took her to the tablets of the ancestors of all generations, burned incense and explained the reason for the matter: "Now let the ancestors help you decide whether to stay or go."

"Master, look, the tablet of our ancestors has not been moved, and they also agree that I should stay!" Having grown up in a Taoist temple, Nan Xuanwei has no interest in things outside, and she doesn't want to go back to the Nan Xuan family that abandoned her.

The tablet on the platform swayed like a tumbler. Shangyang Zhenren touched his little disciple's hair lovingly and said, "Your earthly ties have not yet ended. Now is the time for you to enter the world. Don't you want to find your biological parents? Don't you want to completely get rid of your illness and live like a normal person?"

"But I don't want to leave the temple." Not wanting to leave her master, Nan Xuanwei turned around and stared at the tablets fiercely: "Ancestors, you are so unkind. Every time I go to the back mountain to hunt game, I will bring some back for you. I have never stopped cleaning and burning incense every day. You actually want to abandon me!"

"The ancestors like you very much, but they hope that you can cure your illness, find your family, and get back your things!"

Nan Xuanwei pursed her lips, her eyes reddened: "Then can I still come back?"

"Master will come to see you. When you recover and find your family, you can come back to see us. Remember, after you go down the mountain, your name will be Nan Wei. There is only one family with the surname Nan Xuan in the entire Yuan Dynasty. They have many enemies. Moreover, the blood of the Nan Xuan family, especially the blood of Xuan Nu, can cure all kinds of poisons. In the eyes of some people, it is like Tang Monk's flesh. You are in the light while others are in the dark. You can't easily reveal your true identity!"

"Oh!" Nan Xuanwei looked disgusted and replied weakly with one word, her lips pouting so much that an oil bottle could be hung on them.

"Don't be unhappy, Master has a gift for you." Master Shangyang took out a nanmu box and opened it to reveal a hairpin made of lightning. This hairpin had been worn by the Taoist priest who founded Ziyun Temple. It was full of spiritual energy and was blessed with runes and formations. It was a Taoist treasure and had been enshrined in Ziyun Temple.

With a wave of his hand, he hid the runes and formations on the hairpin, and then Master Shangyang helped his disciple put it on his head.

"I also want to take Liuliu and Xiaoqi with me." Liuliu is Suzaku, the companion beast of Nanming Lihuo. When he discovered it that year, Master Shangyang almost rubbed his eyes blind. He didn't expect to see a divine beast in such an era with scarce spiritual energy. Even though it is still very weak now, it is still a divine beast!

Xiaoqi is a little hedgehog that has intelligence and can occasionally transform. The hedgehog is the white fairy among the five northern fairies and is good at medicine. Taoist priest Shangyang brought them and Nan Xuanwei back to the Taoist temple.

The man and the two beasts grew up together. Liuliu likes to run around, find delicious food and listen to gossip. Its current appearance looks like an ordinary bird, so there is no need to worry about being recognized. Xiaoqi is gentle and mild in nature. He likes to collect and make medicine. He also inspired Nan Xuanwei. His skills in talismans and medical skills progressed in tandem, but his attainments in fortune-telling and feng shui were a little worse.

Master Shangyang nodded and told his young disciple to take whatever he liked from Ziyun Temple. When Nan Xuanwei was packing her luggage, he was still muttering beside her, repeating the things to pay attention to after going down the mountain several times.

"How about I bring my master with me? I'm not used to not having my master around to talk to me every day!"

The slight sadness of separation that had just emerged in Master Shangyang was immediately dispelled by the heartless words of his little disciple.

"Am I just mumbling? What I said is wrong!"

Nan Xuanwei lowered her head and rubbed her toes on the ground: "You were worried and asked me to leave."

"Go, go, go, you leave now!" If he didn't let his little disciple go, Master Shangyang was afraid that he would regret it.

The bag on the ground weighed at least 50 to 60 kilograms, and most of it was filled with food, talisman papers, and Nan Xuanwei's daily necessities, as well as two sets of Taoist robes that were neither new nor old.

The little girl bent down to tie the bag, threw it into her backpack, whistled to call back Suzaku, walked to the yard and touched the ginkgo tree: "Fourth Brother, I'm leaving!"

The ginkgo tree swayed without wind, and some leaves fell. Nan Xuanwei picked up two leaves and put them in her backpack, and then hung the shrunken Liuliu and Xiaoqi on the backpack straps. In the eyes of others, they were just two ornaments.

Before accepting Nan Xuanwei as his last disciple, Shangyang Zhenren already had three disciples. He calculated that the number four conflicted with the youngest disciple, so he accepted the ginkgo tree as the fourth disciple. Nan Xuanwei became the fifth, Suzaku was called six six, and the little hedgehog became the seventh. However, Shangyang Zhenren did not accept them as his disciples. Usually the eldest disciple taught the two little animals on his behalf.

"Remember to go southeast as you go down the mountain. You will soon meet your blood relatives. Go to the Imperial Capital as soon as possible and go to the Xiao family to borrow the cold jade bed. With my friendship with Old Xiao and the talisman left by your ancestor, he should be willing to lend it to you."

"I got it!" Nan Xuanwei walked out without looking back. She was afraid that once she stopped, she would never be able to move forward again.

When they reached the door, Nan Xuanwei took out a small bag from her backpack and said, "Leave the talisman paper of the ancestor as a treasure to guard the temple. I will find a way to borrow the cold jade bed myself."

"The Xiao family is not short of money. Unless you want to exchange it for these treasures, the Xiao family will not give it up."

"I can also draw this kind of medium-grade talisman paper, and my drawing is no worse than that of my master."

Talismans are divided into three grades: high, medium and low. The low grade is written with cinnabar and yin-yang water commonly found on the market, and this is the kind used by most Taoists.

There are strict requirements for writing medium-quality talismans. Special pens and ink must be made with water from the Beginning of Spring well, and the talisman paper must be made on the first day of the first lunar month, the third day of the third lunar month, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. It is now extremely rare.

High-quality talismans are almost extinct, requiring abundant spiritual power and extremely high cultivation, and basically only the gods can make them.

"What did you say? You can really draw a mid-grade talisman!" Master Shangyang's beard trembled as he trotted to the door.

"Master, if you keep me here, I will draw a picture for you, how about that?" Nan Xuanwei looked at her master with burning eyes, like a wolf grandmother coaxing Little Red Riding Hood.

Withdrawing his hand with difficulty, Shangyang Zhenren turned his back to his beloved disciple and said: "Don't expose your true ability casually, discuss everything with Liuliu and Xiaoqi, you can go now!"

The young disciple can only meet his relatives and have a glimmer of hope if he goes down the mountain before dawn today. If he misses today, death will come and there will be little room for maneuver.