"The flowers are in trouble?" the old monk said in surprise, "The flowers?"

"The flowers have withered. They have withered the night I saved her."

"No wonder I will lose your direction these days. When you practice the 'mind concentration technique' to the third level, even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks in front of you, you will be ignorant and unconscious. When you reach the fourth level, even if the fire burns your body, it will be as easy as you. If you have already reached the sixth level, you will still have a delusion to your inner demons. I really don't know if it is the will of heaven or the obstacle of demons!"

"It's fine if you show up when she's in trouble. Why don't you leave immediately after saving her? How can you reveal your identity at such a moment?"

"She was blind and had serious eyes injured. If she was not controlled in time, she was afraid that it would be difficult to recover from the future with good medicine. In that case, I must not leave her." At that time, she was the most vulnerable time. Takusan remembered her heart-wrenching crying on a thunderstorm night. "I never want to see her sad again. So, I did not hide my identity."

"Now, her eyes are healed, why are you still here?"

"I met Sun Jia on the way to meet you, and later Zhu Yu." Her eyes were like Prime Minister Zhu forced Sun Jia to be blind. He accidentally saw these two people lurking sneakily near Xining Mansion. How could he feel at ease?

The old voice sighed: "By Zhu and Sun are not her opponents, let alone this is the Northwest Army camp. There are 100,000 soldiers under her tent. Who can move her at all? You know this, but you are still obsessed with it. The so-called care is chaotic, and you have completely lost your judgment!"

Tuosan silently looked at the pale sand on the ground without making any noise.

"I knew you were obsessed with her, but when I saw you two being affectionate and polite, she herself was even more cautious in her words and actions, and she had no way to stop her. She had to think that you were friends. For thousands of years, the only spiritual wisdom in the teachings has turned into Buddha flowers. We are all happy that your Buddhism is profound, and we hope that after being supplemented with the "mind-restoring technique", you will definitely be reborn in Nirvana, completely abandon all the past, revitalize my teachings, and become the greatest 'Bokedo' of my teachings."

"I'm sorry, I failed the expectations of the church." Tuosan whispered, "In the first eleven months, I practiced very smoothly and without any obstacles. It was a real focus. When the eleventh month just ended, I had already reached the sixth level. In the last month, my cultivation accelerated. I originally expected that the seventh day would reach the seventh level, but on the morning of the seventh day, I suddenly felt strongly that she would come to the seventh level. The more I went to the seventh day, I suddenly felt that she would come to the seventh level. The more I went to the end, the stronger the feeling, and almost completely suppressed the cultivation. I really wanted to see her and must see her. I suddenly didn't want to practice anymore. However, I still restrained the impulse in my heart. By half a month, I finally suppressed all the inner demons and gradually got into a better place."

Then, after a stable ten days, but on the last night of his cultivation, he smelled the critical aura of flowers, and everything went down.

The old voice was extremely disappointed: "God will, if it weren't for her disaster, you would have succeeded."

Tuosan listened to the disappointed voice, looked at the disappointed eyes, and slowly said, "I would not have succeeded without her disaster. Because, on the last night of my cultivation, I suddenly thought that once I succeed, I will always be ‘Bokedo’, that is, I will be truly farewell to her forever..."

This terrible thought immediately spread to every corner of the soul. At the last moment of his cultivation, he suddenly had stars in his eyes, sweating like rain, and his limbs were biting like thousands of poisonous centipedes. Countless monsters and monsters were rushing around. The monsters smiled and pulled out their bloody hearts and threw them around the world... He jumped up and fought with the demons and monsters. He hit the thick stone wall with his hands and palms, making the stone chips embedded in his palms without any feeling. He shouted loudly, drove away, and shouted loudly, and could no longer make any sound. The group of monsters were still dancing in front of him, waving his hands, as if warmly welcomed his joining.

The old man's voice was shocked: "At that time, did you actually have this situation?"

He nodded, looking at the rough and ugly scars on his hands, like a centipede, he was also a little scared: "If it weren't for her disaster, I might have really succeeded in practicing. But, it wasn't that I became a Buddha, but a demon!"

After a long time, the old monk sighed: "I think about it now that your spiritual wisdom turned into a flower is entirely because you are thinking about her! Otherwise, why would that flower fly into her hands alone from the fire?"

Tuosan looked at the vast night sky, "Maybe, that's not a Buddha flower. When the flames ignited, I felt her sadness, and there was only one thought left in my heart: If I don't leave her, I will never leave her. It was this thought that turned into a flower."

"Oh, this flower withered in her hands, and now the practice of "mind-stabilizing technique" has also failed in the end because of her. You are so persistent, even Buddha can do nothing. From now on, you will never be reincarnated again!"

Tuosan looked at the disappointment and fear that he had never seen before on the old face, and he felt very uneasy. If the hostile forces knew that this "Bokedo" had become a real ordinary person, they really didn't know how to make a big fuss, fundamentally shaking the foundation and belief of all the church members, and causing bloody storms. He also knew that exiled monks such as Xia Ao and Chiba were still struggling to find the direction of their souls. If they knew, how would they be disappointed? Now that the church is in trouble, ambitious people are actively supporting puppets. I really don't know how much it will cost to turn the tide.

Tuosan thought carefully and said, "When I was practicing the sixth level of the 'mind-stabilizing technique', I once felt the soul of a great abbot and had a brief communication with him. You can go and find his reincarnation."

The great abbot was a very important great monk in the sect. The old monk was happy when he heard this: "It would be great if he could find his reincarnation."

Tuosan told him in detail some of the situations he felt. The old monk became happier as he heard it: "I have to find Xia Ao and the others as soon as possible."

If the reincarnation of the great abbot can be found, the puppets supported by the ambitious family will have no place to live, and Xia Ao and the others can end their exile careers.

Tuosan said solemnly: "Although I am already an ordinary person, I will still do my last little effort for me. Before the new candidate for "Bokedo" is established, all my actions will be carried out in secret and I will never reveal my identity. Please rest assured."

The old monk nodded. Although he would no longer be reincarnated, his extraordinary wisdom and ability are still there. With his help, things can be more confident.

For the last time, he gave Takusan a big gift of "Bokedo": "Please take care of yourself in the future."

It was the last time that Tuosan returned the gift to all the church members and said, "Tao you should take care of yourself, you should take care of yourself!"

The moonlight had long since faded, and it was the darkest time before dawn.

Tuosang stood alone on the heavy land, looking at the direction of Xining Prefecture from afar. Thinking that one day he would completely remove the shackles on his body, his heart suddenly became a little empty and he was confused about the direction of the way forward. At this time, the idea of ​​seeing her came stronger than ever.

When she saw her quietly tonight, her eyes were still flowing like black jade in her memory. He couldn't help but smile: "Jun Yu, what are you doing now? You are asleep, or are you staying up late to study military information? Maybe, in a short time, I can come to you openly."

No one answered his thoughts in his heart. A breeze blew, and the first ray of dawn had appeared in the east sky.

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Jun Yu rushed back to Shuaiying Camp, it was already three o'clock.

She and Yi were lying on the bed, feeling in chaos. After a while, she finally closed her eyes barely and felt a little sleepy.

A breeze blew in from the gap in the window. She opened her eyes gently and suddenly felt so truly that someone outside the window was staring at her quietly. It was a kind of silent protection and sympathy, just like a sense of peace that she had already been familiar with. She looked at the direction of the window and whispered: "Taosang, is it you?"

At this time, the moon is white and the wind is clear, and the windows are silent.

"Oh, Tuosang, I know what happened in your church. Don't worry, go and do your business. The Northwest War will not end in just a few months. I'm always waiting for you here."

There was a silence outside the window for a while, and then there was a slight sound of wind.

Jun Yu jumped up. At this time, it was already dawn. A very exquisite jade hairpin was inserted on the wooden window. There was a small piece of paper on the head of the hairpin. Jun Yu took off the paper and spread it. There was a line of very familiar and gorgeous small calligraphy on it:

Zhenmuthel's fourth son, Ejina, gathered his army to march towards Yanmen for 30,000.
Chapter completed!