"This is the wife of a village man from nearby Leigong Village..."

Chen Yi smiled and briefly told Yan Chixia about the borrowed corpse and resurrected the soul, and then said: "The young monk didn't know where to look for the soul of the Li family, but this time he happened to meet Master Yan, who has seen a lot.

Guang, Taoist skills are exquisite, I wonder if there is a way to find the soul of Li family?"

"...Master Tripitaka is really a compassionate person."

Yan Chixia now really admires this monk.

Hearing the words, he pondered slightly: "Yan has no sect and no sect. Although he knows some Taoism, it was just a coincidence. He met the legacy of his predecessors. He is only rough. Yan doesn't know much about this soul-searching technique.

but……"

"Master Tripitaka, do you still remember that little Taoist priest?"

Chen Yidao: "Do you know a leaf of autumn?"

Yan Chixia nodded: "Yes, the Kunlun sect was once the largest sect in the Taoist sect. Now all the sects in the world have declined, and Kunlun is no exception, but the family is still there. Most of the world's Taoist and mysterious arts come from his sect. This boy was born in Kunlun.

, if you are somewhat virtuous, you should know.”

"I wonder where this benefactor of Zhiqiu is now?"

"..."

Yan Chixia's expression suddenly looked strange.

"Senior! Senior! Where are you, senior?"

At this moment, someone was yelling outside.

Yan Chixia said helplessly: "He is already here."
Chapter completed!