After moving Chaoxi into a tent and handing it over to several female disciples to take care of it, Bai Yan went out and punched Lin Qi in the face.
"I'm sorry, it's all the saint I hurt." Lin Qi lowered his head, and the guilt overwhelmed him. Why was he so useless? Not only did Senior Brother Zhang die, but he also hurt the saint.
"It's good that you know." Bai Yan wanted to do something, but Yue Changyuan grabbed the collar and stopped him.
"Let me go!" Feeling the pulling force behind him, Bai Yan turned his head and shouted loudly.
Yue Changyuan glanced at him coldly, and Bai Yan suddenly silenced, and he didn't dare to move. For some reason, he always felt a chill in his neck.
Seeing that he was honest, Yue Changyuan let go of his hand and went to meditate.
Bai Yan came to his senses and wanted to say something. After looking at Yue Changyuan, he didn't dare to speak. He sat next to the tent in disappointment and guarded him.
As for Lin Qi, he was pulled by other disciples to treat the wound.
Because of Senior Brother Zhang's death, Lin Qi worked very hard behind him. He was much more injured than others. He just forced himself to hold on. He fainted shortly after being pulled away by his disciples.
The atmosphere of this break is much more dull than the last time. Someone's death is still a big blow to these little rookies who have just left the sect.
Before entering the secret realm, the elders of the sect had reminded the monks of various families that death is inevitable. Along the way, they also witnessed the death of many monks due to various reasons, but they told themselves a few hours ago.
The monks who were talking and laughing died, and they were still very sad.
"It is a normal thing to die in the secret realm. Today, this matter is just a trivial matter on your life path, but it means differently to you." Xingyue looked at everyone and said slowly.
"This is the first time you have experienced the death of a close friend around you, so it will bring you shock and confusion, but this is the case in the world of cultivation. Death happens all the time, and you will face something even more cruel than this in the future."
"If you want to cry, you will cry. We are still here today. When we are the only one left in the future, we will never even have the chance to cry."
As soon as the words were finished, bursts of crying came from the disciples, and gradually everyone was infected and all started to cry.
"Uncle Master, why do we cultivate immortality for?" a disciple asked with sobs.
"Although I don't know what it is for cultivating immortals now, I know that if I can't cultivate immortals myself, there will be no meaning in living in this world."
She couldn't imagine that she could not cultivate immortality. Since she came into contact with the world of cultivation, she seemed to have found the meaning of her existence. Xingyue felt that cultivating immortality was a very interesting thing, and she was willing to work hard for it.
The disciple's eyes were confused. Xingyue saw this and continued, "Practice well. You should know when your cultivation is high, or you can go to the mortal world to feel their lifestyle.
Maybe you can find the meaning of your cultivation of immortality.”
"Yes, thank you uncle."
After crying, the disciples looked much better, at least they didn't have that kind of bleakness and confusion.
Xingyue found a place to sit down. She was not in the mood to meditate now, so she took out a spiritual fruit and ate it slowly. She actually didn't feel uncomfortable about Senior Brother Zhang's death. After all, everyone is not very familiar with him. Xingyue often gets along with him.
After communicating day and night, I only looked familiar with the other disciples of the Pilgrimage Palace.
The most important thing is that the disciples of their own sects are not the ones who die, and it feels quite a bit unrelated to them.
Although Bai Yan was so intense, he was so angry because he was injured every day.
In the tent, he woke up day and night after taking Bai Yan's best healing pill.
The disciple of the pilgrimage palace said happily, "Saint, you are awake."
"How is it, does the back still hurt?"
"I'm fine." After feeling my physical condition, he said weakly.
Bai Yan heard the voice and walked into the tent in two steps. He stepped forward and looked at Chaoxi with concern, "Chaoxi, are you getting better?"
"It's much better, thank you." The female disciple beside her had already told her about what happened after she was unconscious. Thanks to Bai Yan's healing pill, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up so soon.
"It's okay, you have a good rest, I'll go out first." Seeing Chaoxi's face was pale and a little tired, Bai Yan didn't want to disturb her too much, as long as she was fine.
"Cough cough, I understand." Chaoxi coughed twice, and the attack of the ghost injured her internal organs. Although the healing pill was good, the time was too short and she had not fully recovered.
Lying on the mattress day and night, closing his eyes and continuing to rest.
Bai Yan came out of the tent and the people outside asked with concern, "Saint (Fellow Daoist Chaoxi) is fine."
"She has gotten much better and is resting now." Bai Yan replied.
"That's good." Everyone felt much more relieved when they knew that it was okay.
The disciple of the Pilgrimage Palace went back to tell Lin Qi who woke up, "Don't worry, the saint is fine."
Lin Qi nodded silently. Although he did not blame him, he still could not forgive himself. But he could no longer act impulsively, otherwise he would not be good to himself and his classmates.
"Today we have solved most of the ghosts, and I believe we can leave this ghost place in another day." Some disciples broke the silence atmosphere.
"Yes! I stayed here for two days and felt a little uncomfortable." A disciple replied.
"Li Yan, tell us some gossip." Someone suggested.
"Okay, no problem!" Li Yan replied.
He is the disciple of Taixu Sect who talks about Huabailian and Xu Ziqing's gossip.
He knew a lot, whether it was inside or outside the sect, he knew very clearly. His voice sounded in the quiet night, with a little humor and humor, adding a bit of dull atmosphere to the dull atmosphere
hapiness.
Xingyue curled her lips and listened quietly, and the same was true for everyone else.
The next morning, everyone was full of energy, because they could basically walk out of this ghost place today, so everyone was excited.
Only Lin Qi was still very uncomfortable in his heart. Others patted his shoulders with understanding. It was not easy for anyone to feel like this.
After resting for a night, Chaoxi's injuries had basically recovered. She walked to Lin Qi and said sternly, "Are you worthy of Zhang Zhuo when you are like this now?"
"Saint..." Lin Qi's lips trembled, not knowing what to say.
"People, you must look forward. The monk has a long lifespan. You will encounter something even more sad than this in the future. Do you always feel sad about spring and autumn like this?"
"I'm not, I don't." Lin Qi wanted to explain.
"I know you are feeling uncomfortable, but Zhang Zhuo has already gone. He is trying to save you, so you have to take his share and appreciate the great mountains and rivers of the world of cultivation."
"I understand, Saint." Lin Qi said.
"Yeah." Seeing that Lin Qi was getting better, he nodded and walked towards Xingyue and the others.