‘Immortal..’

With Dharma eyes, I saw this miraculous scene.

The store owner couldn't help but bow hurriedly in the direction Ning He left.

Through the previous encounters with gods and ghosts, as well as this even more bizarre scene of Soaring Cloud, he now fully knows that he has met a god, not a gentleman who knows some magic.

But when he raised his head again, the Dharma Eyes he had opened had disappeared.

He could no longer see any trace of clouds, nor could he see the faint drifting clouds in the cemetery.

‘Perhaps this is the strangeness mentioned in the teahouse...’ After he lost his Dense Eyes, when he recalled it, he felt that everything he had seen before seemed so bizarre and bizarre, like the fairy tales in folklore.

The store owner was thinking absent-mindedly, and gradually stood up, looking at the burning paper money in front of the grave.

He really didn't expect that he would unknowingly become a person in the rumor book.

Maybe the only two guys who are still burning paper money don’t know what happened before.

"Shopkeeper, shall we go back?"

After burning the paper money, the thin boy looked around at the slightly stunned shopkeeper.

When he found out that Ning He was missing, he asked with concern: "Where has that gentleman gone?"

"Sir..." The shopkeeper faced the waiter's inquiry. After regaining consciousness for a while, he looked at the sky and said to the two of them: "The immortal has returned to heaven."

"Fairy?"

The two waiters suddenly heard this and stared blankly at the sky where the store was looking.

And in the northwest direction they were looking at.

Thousands of miles away.

In front of the cliff of Yamashita School.

Taoist Fang, who had already arrived at the school at the foot of the mountain, was also looking at the name on a stone carving, 'Ninghe'

Taoist Fang really doesn’t know who Ning He is.

Because half a year ago, Ning He didn't tell him his name.

But Taoist Fang also knew that the mystery of the mountain school was all given by Taoist Ning.

That's why.

In the past few days, after Taoist Fang achieved a breakthrough in Qi training, he had nothing to do and his mind was pure. However, he started thinking about this matter and the scene in the teahouse half a year ago.

Because it was the day when the chance gave him the Dharma, he clearly remembered that the gentleman who gave him the Dharma was wearing a white robe and there was a tall guard beside him.

Then I heard the mountain god talk about the time when he bestowed the Dharma. On the day when the Dharma was bestowed, there was also a tall demon cultivator.

According to the time and the scene, if that gentleman first traveled to Mount Li and then traveled on foot to Dayang City.

It just happens to be a few days.

Maybe that gentleman is the legendary Taoist Master Ning! He is also an expert that students in the school ask about and chat with every day!

After Taoist Fang guessed this today, he was quite excited.

Today.

He also came to the cave of the mountain god, wanting to wait for the mountain god to finish his retreat today and make some inquiries and confirm it.

But he didn't want to know the traces of the master, he just wanted to know the name of his benefactor.

But while he was waiting.

Not far away next to the cliff.

Soul Cultivator, who had just finished his retreat, looked around and didn't see his friend. Instead, he asked several students in the school and learned that Taoist Fang was in front of the mountain god's cave.

When he came here, he also saw Taoist Fang waiting quietly outside the mansion.

"Fellow Taoist..." Hun Xiu approached and said softly, gesturing for him to follow him.

Wait until you reach a deserted place, away from the mountain god’s cave.

Only then did Hun Xiu resume his former speaking freely and no longer whispered: "Are you looking for the teacher this time because you have a problem in cultivation that you don't understand?"

He said, not understanding: "I remember you just broke through to Dacheng two days ago. What's wrong? Is there another bottleneck? Or...do you want to say goodbye?"

When Hun Xiu said this, he was still a little reluctant to give up.

In the past few months, we have become good friends. We often travel together in the mountains, talk about our insights on cultivation, and sometimes talk about some embarrassing and interesting things in childhood.

It’s hard to find such a Taoist friend who talks about everything.

"No, no, no..." Taoist Fang shook his head when he heard the question, "I don't want to say goodbye, I just want to ask something."

"What's the matter?" Hun Xiu was relieved when he heard this, and while gesturing for him to go down the mountain, he asked: "If you have anything to do, just ask my brother."

"I saw Taoist brother practicing before." Taoist Fang didn't hide anything about soul cultivation.

At this moment, seeing that Hun Xiu was fine, he continued to talk about what he saw that day.

When the soul cultivator heard this, his eyelids twitched, "I know more things... I once heard the teacher say that Taoist Master Ning is indeed in white... He also brought a senior Xiong with him... so... you

Did you really see it?"

"Yes." Taoist Fang nodded, now he was sure that his benefactor's name was Ning He.

Hun Xiu said seriously: "You can tell the teacher about this, but don't tell anyone else in the school, let alone talk nonsense to outsiders!

Please note that there are many students in the school.

If word spreads that you know the master, some evil people will secretly rob you and inquire about the master's whereabouts!

They always think that if they find out the whereabouts of an expert, they can take him as their teacher."

"But I don't know." Taoist Fang said curiously: "They can't find out anything."

"I just don't know, that's why I asked you not to say anything!" Hun Xiu walked to the edge of the mountain and suddenly asked: "You know about the underworld prison, right?"

"I know." Taoist Fang nodded solemnly, mistakenly thinking that those who lie will also go to jail, and those who spread the whereabouts of an expert will also go to jail.

But who would have thought that Hun Xiu changed his words and said very directly: "Look, you don't know the whereabouts of the master, but you have spread the news that you have met the master.

After those people robbed you, they would probably imitate the underworld torture and use it to interrogate you, hoping to learn the whereabouts of the master.

If you can't be found out, the person will think that you are a tough talker, so they will impose a heavier sentence.

Until the end, the judge was so distraught that he still couldn't ask questions.

They know that you are not being arrogant, but that you really don’t know anything.

But didn’t you die in vain?”

"This..." Taoist Fang suddenly heard this and felt that there seemed to be some truth to it.

He couldn't help but sigh: Brother Tao, it is indeed Brother Tao!

Not only are the techniques profound, but the relationships are profound.

As a disciple of the City God, he often lives in the underworld, so he also has some understanding of the monsters in this man's heart.

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And when Taoist Fang was listening to Soul Cultivator explain this evil villain.

Thousands of miles away in the sky.

Ning He was looking at the bundle of magic rope in his hand.

It is the size of a ball and is not easy to carry.

All the way along, I have been carrying it in my hands.

But think about it, after all, it serves as a witness to this anecdote and a witness to fate.

Ning He did not throw it away, but thought about it and instantly unfolded it, preparing to condense it a little.

For a moment, as Ning He's thoughts flashed through, the fire aura between heaven and earth spread along the threads, removing impurities inside.

The silk threads were also completely spread out, covering a radius of one kilometer, as if they were writing tiny ripples in the air.

This gorgeous and wonderful scene also caused Lihua to stare blankly in her sleeves.

In the left sleeve pocket on the other side, Jiang Shen's essence and blood felt the fluctuations of the spell, and curiously came out of Ye Jian, like round water droplets, floating in Ning He's sleeve.

Until a moment passed, some ashes fell down and were incinerated into nothingness in mid-air.

A strange object similar to a magic weapon was made.

At this moment, the thread of the magic rope left in the air is like a thin thread, and when gathered into a ball, it is about the size of half a fist.

Ning He felt it and saw that it was about ten miles long, which seemed to be half shorter than before.

But if it is spread out, it can stretch to ninety miles.

It is also feasible to use it to track objects.

It is difficult for monks below their own level to find that they are stuck to it.
To be continued...