The road was rugged or smooth, and the difference was not big for the warriors. Yuan Xing and his group arrived at the destination of the trip two days later, a small mountain village hidden among the steep peaks.

It was already evening after that. Instead of alarming the villagers, everyone quietly entered the village under the guidance of two garrison monks.

This place called Luhua Village is the seventeenth spiritual node calculated by the old master based on the geoscience map. It is also the most special one.

Because Yuan Xing and Bai Jingcheng entered the underground altar and found that its shape was completely different from the other sixteen altars, and the scale inside was even larger, and there was no mysterious crystal that activated the altar.

Unfortunately, before continuing to explore, a serious landslide occurred here. If it weren't for the mysterious magic of fate, the group would have been buried inside long ago.

Afterwards, everyone speculated that this place should have some special significance. Unfortunately, the passage was blocked, and it took a lot of manpower and time to reopen it. In addition, Yuan Xing had to receive an order to enter Beijing. Bai Jingcheng retired successfully and the temporary team was formed to go their separate ways. This matter was put on hold.

However, after Yuan Xing used the Golden Cicada to block the demon seed three years ago, he got some tips and had a long talk with the old master. He inferred that only by completely blocking the demon seed in a certain node can he eliminate future troubles forever.

After thinking about it, this place is the most suitable one.

So before resigning from office and leaving Beijing, Yuanxing Toningmu sent someone to send a letter and a large amount of property to Yunyan Temple in Funiu Mountain.

It is of great importance. Zhan Fa, the abbot of Yunyan Temple, dared not neglect it. He personally brought several disciples to station here, recruited villagers from all nearby villages to excavate the passage.

However, in ancient times, the production capacity was low, the transportation conditions here were too simple, and the supply was difficult. Although the passage was not long, it was only relied on the villagers to shoulder their shoulders, but in the past three years, all of them were still not dug through.

The two monks stationed at the garrison, one Jidao and the other Jiyou. When they saw the fate, they were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses, and then enthusiastically arranged a residence for the group.

Although Mr. Bai was famous all over the world, he was just a layman on the surface.

Now that he saw Yuan Xing again, he had disguised himself as a monk like them.

Ji Dao and the other two were inevitably closer to each other due to their respectful attitude.

After everything was finished, he explained apologetically: "A few friends from Longhu Mountain came a while ago, and they are still on the mountain with the abbot. It may take a long time to come back."

"It's okay. They come back and notify me. I'll talk about what if I have something to do after a break." Yuan Xing looked at several strong men carrying "amber" into the remote house and asked again: "How is the progress?"

Ji Dao shook his head regretfully and said, "The abbot is afraid of landslide again. It will take several days to dig and strengthen the corridor."

"Personal safety is the most important, it's already very good." Yuan Xing nodded with satisfaction, and the few people talked for a while before he walked into the room where "Amber" was placed.

The temporary accommodation was arranged in a simple way, but it had a roof and a bed. After living in the wild for several years, he thought it was good.

The human-shaped monster wrapped in amber still has a hideous face. Once a person with a keen sense of spirituality approaches, he can easily feel the malice coming from it. In contrast, the occasionally animal-like roar can only scare ordinary people.

Yuan Xing approached and put one hand on the amber. After a long time, he frowned and took it back.

As always, the cicada was as silent as if it was sleeping in the bottom.

Unable to communicate, he gave up his plan to continue exploring, found a clean place, sat cross-legged, and slowly entered meditation with malicious intent and roars.

The morning light dyed the morning mist into a faint goose yellow color, covering the quiet village under the steep peaks, everything was hazy.

People living in the mountains get up very early, and after the morning class of fate and good fruit, some people in the village have gone out to work.

Yuan Xing originally planned to find the Zhan method to understand the progress of the project, but listening to the snoring in the yard, he could only stop his steps.

He knew that the people on the mountain returned in the early morning.

Let them have a good rest. Thinking of this, he ignored the attention of the two worshippers in the court and walked out of the village.

While walking, he sorted out his thoughts.

After getting the other half of the relics, he was able to replenish the merit relics, but he felt that it was not enough. After all, the relics given by the tree demon had exhausted their energy, and it was hard to say whether they could still play their full functions. Moreover, after many attempts, this half was not as good as the Golden Cicada.

Therefore, in this case, Yuan Xing really does not expect to completely kill the demon seed. Because depending on the situation in later generations, he will definitely not do his best, otherwise what is the constitution for the revival of spiritual energy?

Of course, we cannot say that we have failed. The ban for hundreds of years should be achieved, otherwise where would the prosperous Da Yong come from in the future?

However, after successfully unsealing the tree species, the ominous premonition that has been lingering makes him feel a little uneasy.

But I don't know where this feeling of uneasiness comes from.

I haven't returned to the master's sect in recent years. Even if I contact my senior brother, it's extremely secretive. This can be traced to the point of being tracked down. The royal family is really attentive. However, Bai Jingxing is famous and as long as he doesn't make a fool of himself, he will be lifeless.

If the emperor wants to have some shame, he will not do anything. He should know that all the civil and military officials in the court, and even the whole world, are watching. As for the few women in the palace who have too much hatred, he can only hope that they will not do too much, otherwise the matter will spread, and it will not be his face that he lost.

Of course, to prevent the other party from venting his anger, he should make some preparations, and he has made arrangements.

Now, the only thing you worry about is that it is underground. Will you encounter an accident?

Yuanxing rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, he had already walked to the stream outside the village without realizing it. The surrounding trees were full of trees. Although it was already summer, the early morning air in the mountains was still cold.

When people are in this environment, all their tiredness has faded away, including the hesitation and anxiety in their hearts.

If there is any change, it is easy to adapt to the situation.

Thinking of this, he felt much more relieved. He walked slowly along the stream and watched the strange rocks and peaks in the distance. He came late last night, but he didn't expect that this place would be an excellent viewing place.

While immersing in the beautiful scenery, suddenly, his ears moved and he was attracted by a chanting sound.

I walked along the direction of the sound and walked around a few big trees. I saw a small figure squatting on the beach by the stream, drawing on the ground with small branches, muttering something in my mouth.

He wrote very seriously, and even did not even notice the fate when he walked closer. He still recited himself: "If you are bent, you will be full; if you are rumble, you will be straight; if you are slumped, you will be full; if you are old, you will be new; if you are less, you will be confused; if you are too many, you will be confused. Therefore, the sage holds one, which is the way of the world. If you don't see it yourself, you will be clear, you will be...yes..."

Yuan Xing leaned forward and saw these sentences being written in a twist on the sand. He was curious about how he planned to write them, but he didn't expect that the child would wipe out all the handwriting, and then he insisted on the branches and began to write from scratch.

I also thought from the beginning: "There is all the bells..."

Yuanxing: "..." Seeing that he was so focused and it was difficult to disturb him, he stepped back gently, intending to see the scenery in another direction.

But unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, the child got stuck again in "unpretentiousness", and then repeated again: "Qu Zequan..."

Yuan Xing couldn't listen, so he turned around suddenly, and came to the child again, stood with his hands behind his back, and watched quietly. When he got stuck on the "unself-righteous", he continued to recite softly: "It's because it's not self-righteous, it's because it's not self-righteous, it's because it's because it's not self-righteous, it's because it's because it's not self-righteous, it's because it's because it's not self-righteous, it's because it's better to be successful, and it's better to be proud of itself. Only when it's not a fight, it's impossible to fight with it. What was said in ancient times that the so-called "rule is perfect, it's not empty talk! I'm sincere and complete."

"Yes, yes." The child was overjoyed, his voice raised a little, but then he woke up again, and quickly stood up and turned around with caution. Then, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, looking awkwardly at the monk who was smiling kindly in front of him.

Yuan Xing smiled at the child with interest, about seven or eight years old, and it was quite pleasant to see.

"Which Taoist priest's disciple is the little donor?" he asked. The other party's blue clothes were neat and clean, his skin was extremely fair, he could read and recite Taoist scriptures. It was impossible for him to be a child in the village. He should be a little Taoist priest who came here with the teacher.

"I, I don't have a master." The child seemed very nervous and said stutteringly.

"Who did you learn these sentences of "Tao Te Ching" from?" Yuan Xing was stunned at first. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

"Dad, Dad, taught me, taught me." The child still stuttered.

Yuan Xing nodded, followed by a slight movement in his heart, and looked at the other person carefully again. Of course, he did not know how to face each other, but as he practiced over time, spiritual sense was already different from ordinary people. Whenever he saw a stranger, although he could not see the general foundation of the other person at a glance, he could still feel some sense.

For some reason, he felt that he had a fate with him at the first sight of this child. But it was not as strong as when he met Shanchun. It should not be the fate of the master and apprentice. What kind of relationship is it?

While thinking about it, I saw the child's clothes again, and the next moment I exclaimed. It turned out that in this summer, although the air in the mountains was cooler, there were still several layers of clothes wrapped under the child's short jacket with double-breasted jacket.

No wonder, his face should not be fat, but his figure looks bloated. Moreover, his skin is so white that it is really not normal.

No matter how to offend, I poked out a hand and grasped the child's wrist. A slight sense of true energy extended over.

Not long after, he retracted his hand in surprise.

The child's body actually had a strong cold air. As soon as his true energy entered his body, it was like a water flowing to freeze, and he could only move forward a little.

This is not a good thing. If this continues, the child will freeze himself to death.

After thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "Is the little donor interested in Buddhist kung fu?" This child's body is special, and his Bodhi Jade Body Glazed Art may have some effect. Not to mention that it can be cured, it is also good for the child to live longer.

Is the so-called fate here?

Although judging from the content I just recited, the elders in the child's family should be Taoist. But who would like him to see the child? Even if the elders of the child do not want the child to become a monk, it would be a lay disciple. It can save a life, I think the senior brother of the abbot will not object.

"How about being a disciple of me?" He leaned down and said with a smile. Well, his expression was not like a master, but he had a bit of a crooked demeanor.

The child was quite alert and his head was shaking like a rattle.

Yuan Xing opened his mouth to ask, but stopped, but turned around and looked in the direction of the village. Soon, footsteps slowly came.

A Taoist priest in green robe carrying a sword also walked to the stream.

The child saw the visitor and rushed over and hugged the Taoist priest's thigh: "Dad, this monk said he wanted to accept me as his disciple..." Then, he told the whole story of what had just happened.

Yuan Xing was speechless and was stuttering just now. How could he be so trampled on the complaint? The children are indeed devils.

"I have seen this fellow Taoist." Yuan Xing bowed his hand and then explained helplessly: "It was just a misunderstanding. I saw that this little donor seemed to have a congenital disease and was moved by compassion, so I... didn't know that he was the young master of the fellow Taoist." To be careful, a monk wanted to accept the son of a Taoist priest as his disciple. Isn't this going to cause conflict between the two sects?

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest had no intention of being angry at all, but stared at Yuanxing with a strange look on his face: "I haven't seen each other for many years, does Master Yuanxing still like to play with the little Taoist priest?"

"Hmm?" Yuanxing was stunned.

Seeing that he looked confused, the Taoist priest smiled and said, "The master must not recognize me. You were inconvenient at that time, but you still remember the pair of masters and apprentices on the canal boat more than 20 years ago? Oh, Brother Shanguo was there at that time."

The other party talked about the canal boat and mentioned Shanguo's name again. Yuan Xing's mind flashed and he suddenly said, "So, Taoist priest is..."

"Yes, Zhang Yangdao has met Mr. Bai." The Taoist priest respectfully clasped his hands. And with his actions, the awkward atmosphere in the air immediately dissipated.

"It's you." Yuan Xing laughed and laughed. He looked at the child who was looking at him curiously, and his mouth twitched: "I really have fate."

I went down the mountain for the first time twenty years ago. On the way back, I met a pair of Taoist masters and disciples. I remember that the little Taoist boy named himself with the good deeds, one was a Taoist monk in Wushan and the other was a slaughter of Jiao Sanren. Yuan Xing was in a very good mood at that time, and he even tempted the little Taoist boy to worship him as his teacher.

After more than twenty years, the two "Tao children" were abducted, and they turned out to be a father and son. This fate can only be described as strange.

"Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, the master is famous all over the world, and the Taoist boy back then has already become a family and has a son." Zhang Yangdao looked at the monk who was still young in front of him and almost had no change from that year. His tone was full of sighs. After a pause, he asked again: "A few years ago, I met Brother Shanguo who was traveling. I wonder if he is good now?"

"A coincidence, he is in this village too." Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes.

"Then we must get together." Zhang Yangdao nodded and smiled, but with a smile restrained, he took out a gourd from his arms and handed it to the child beside him.

As a result, the latter pulled the plug and took a big mouthful.

Yuan Xing smelled the smell from afar, frowned and asked, "Is this wine?"

"Yes." Zhang Yangdao caressed the child's head and asked: "Did the master see the abnormality in the dog's body?"

"Yes, I see that his body is cold and I'm afraid he has to learn some masculine and strong internal skills to resolve it."

"That's useless." Zhang Yangdao shook his head and sighed: "Before this child was born, Zhujing was injured, so he was congenital inadequate. Over the years, I have searched for famous doctors and used many precious medicinal herbs but still failed. Some people in Taoism practice the skill of sufficient yang energy, but they cannot resolve the cold air in his body. Finally, I found a folk prescription to slightly suppress it." As he said that, he shook the wine gourd.

Yuan Xing frowned and pondered for a moment, suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands and smiled, "If drinking can resolve it, I have this secret book that is just right."

It turns out that the so-called fate refers to the book "Three Thousands of Wine"?
Chapter completed!