Hearing his disciple's doubts, Zhang Lindao lowered his eyes slightly with deep eyes.

Wearing a worn Taoist robe, he looked like a speck of dust floating between heaven and earth.

"Not everything has a right or a wrong side, there is only what you should do, or how you choose to do it."

He spread out his rough and calloused hands, and the silvery white fireflies swam in his hands, and outlined two talismans using the void as a carrier in his hands. The talismans shone with silver light, and there was a faint potential of thunder.

The master's words made Yang Miaozhen fall into deep thought. She realized that the master was actually asking her about Zhao Wujiang's plan to save the Emperor of Daxia.

Daxia's energy is about to run out. If Zhao Wujiang wants to save the emperor of Daxia, he will have to face the obstruction of many heaven-level powerful men and be surrounded on all sides.

Even if Zhao Wujiang succeeds in getting rid of the emperor's curse, he will not be able to save the dying Daxia, and will even disturb the sleeping existence.

Yang Miaozhen had never seen the so-called sleeping existence, the "him" that the masters talked about.

But Yang Miaozhen knew that the sleeping "He" was beyond human power.

"You silly disciple, in fact, I know that as your master, it is inappropriate to give you the example just now."

Ren Zongdao Zhang Lindao smiled gently, clasped his hands together, and put two talismans together with silver light flowing and hinting of thunder. The bright silver light burst out in his palms. His face was visibly pale, but his smile was

More and more gentle.

"Zhao Wujiang, this child, will definitely follow his heart and do what he chooses. He has the true morality of our Renzong."

Zhang Lindao slowly spread his hands, and a silver talisman with a flashing thunder arc as a carrier appeared in his hand. It was the combination of the two talismans just now.

He spread his hand and threw it towards the sky, and a silver lightning arc flashed through the stacked clouds and disappeared in an instant.

And the talisman in his hand turned into a firefly, flying towards the distant Lingnan.

Then he sighed, rubbed his wrist, and said meaningfully:

"That's why this silly boy will be my silly disciple's future Taoist companion."

Some feelings develop naturally over time, while some feelings are forced to pull a red thread.

For example, Zhao Wujiang and his disciple Zhang Lindao.

But Zhang Lindao would not tell his disciple Yang Miaozhen about this, let alone reveal any deeper information.

There are some secrets that Yang Miaozhen is not capable of knowing now.

To bear the secret of heaven, you need your own strength and destiny.

Even though his destiny is like a thread, and he has a network of heaven and earth, his destiny is in a dilapidated state and riddled with holes after so many years of planning and spying on the secrets of heaven.

He is the leader of the human sect, and from the moment he chooses to enter the human world, he is destined to disappear in the human world.

He was really dying, and he really needed someone to save him.

But he didn't want anyone to die trying to save him.

He could only seek the greatest possibility of cause and effect for his disciple and the disciple of Renzong when he was about to die and before everything collapsed.

"Amitabha, it doesn't matter, the reincarnation of life and death continues." Under the surprised eyes of his foolish disciple Yang Miaozhen, he recited the Buddha's name and then the Taoist name:

"The Heavenly Lord is immeasurable, and the Tao is natural."

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It's constantly snowing in the north.

Zhao Wujiang has woken up from his dream.

When he woke up, he felt like he was in another world, and there was a faint palpitation still lingering in his heart.

He stared blankly at the face in front of him in the dim room.

This face cannot be said to be sinister, but its playful look is somewhat vulgar.

With thick eyebrows and small eyes that were as wide as possible, with an unkempt beard and three or two scars on his face, Zhao Wujiang felt that he had seen him somewhere before. He was so familiar, but he couldn't pronounce his name.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, are you awake?" Song Zhang looked at his big eyes, scratched his head, and chuckled.

Zhao Wujiang was stunned and then remembered that this person was Song Zhang, the captain of the Jubei City Guards.

Song Zhang understood that Zhao Wujiang was probably too tired because he had been running for too long without rest.

He scratched his head. Even though he and Zhao Wujiang were the only two people in the room, he still lowered his voice and said with a grin:
Chapter completed!