After moving Zhao Xi into a tent and handing it over to the care of several female disciples, Bai Yan went out and punched Lin Qi in the face.
"I'm sorry, it was me who caused the saint to be injured." Lin Qi lowered his head, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. How could he be so useless? Not only did he cause the death of Senior Brother Zhang, but he also caused the saint to be injured.
"It's good that you know." Bai Yan was about to take action, but Yue Changyuan grabbed his collar and stopped him.
"Let me go!" Feeling the pull behind him, Bai Yan turned around and shouted loudly.
Yue Changyuan glanced at him coldly, and Bai Yan immediately fell silent. He didn't dare to move. He didn't know why, but he always felt a chill on his neck.
Seeing that he was being honest, Yue Changyuan let go of his hand and went to meditate aside.
Bai Yan came back to his senses and wanted to say something. He looked at Yue Changyuan, but he didn't dare to speak. He sat on the edge of the tent angrily and watched.
As for Lin Qi, he was taken away by other disciples to treat his wounds.
Because of Senior Brother Zhang's death, Lin Qi worked very hard behind him. He was much more seriously injured than the others. He was holding on just now, but he fainted not long after being pulled away by his disciples.
The atmosphere of this break was much duller than the last one, and the death of someone was still a big blow to these newbies who had just left the sect.
Before entering the secret realm, the elders of the sect had reminded each monk that death was inevitable. Along the way, they had also witnessed the death of many monks due to various reasons, but they had told themselves a few hours ago.
The joking monk died, but they still felt sad.
"Death in a secret realm is a normal thing. Today's incident is just an insignificant thing in your life, but its meaning to you is different." Xingyue said slowly while looking at everyone.
"This is the first time you have experienced the death of a close friend, so it will bring you shock and confusion, but this is the world of cultivation. Death happens all the time. In the future, you will face things even more cruel than this."
"Cry if you want to. We are still here today, but when you are the only one left in the future, you won't even have the chance to cry."
As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of crying came from among the disciples. Gradually everyone was infected and started crying.
"Uncle Master, why are we cultivating immortals?" A disciple asked with choked sobs.
"Although I don't know the purpose of cultivating immortality now, I know that if I can no longer cultivate immortality, living in this world will have no meaning."
She couldn't imagine that she couldn't cultivate immortality. Ever 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. Seeing this, Xingyue continued, "Practice hard. You should know it when your cultivation is high. Or if you have time, you can go to the mortal world and feel their way of life. This way
Maybe you can find the meaning of your immortality."
"Yes, thank you very much, little uncle."
After crying, the disciples looked much better, at least they no longer looked so desolate and confused.
Xingyue found a place to sit down. She was not in the mood to meditate right now, so she took out a spiritual fruit and gnawed it slowly. She actually didn’t have any hard feelings about the death of Senior Brother Zhang. After all, they didn’t know each other very well. Xingyue often talked to
We communicated day and night, and only looked familiar to the other pilgrimage palace disciples.
The most important thing is that the person who died was not a disciple of his sect, and it felt like he was too concerned about the matter.
Even though Bai Yan acted so fiercely, he was acting like this because he was injured day and night.
In the tent, after taking one of Bai Yan's top-quality healing elixirs, he woke up leisurely in the morning and evening.
The female disciple of the pilgrimage palace said happily, "Holy girl, you're awake."
"How do you feel? Does your back still hurt?"
"I'm fine." After feeling his physical condition, he said weakly.
Bai Yan heard the sound and walked into the tent in three steps at a time. He stepped forward and looked at Chao Xi with concern, "Chao Xi, are you feeling better?"
"Much better, thank you." The female disciple beside her just now told her what happened after she fell into coma. Thanks to Bai Yan's healing elixir, she would not have woken up so quickly otherwise.
"It's okay, you should have a good rest. I'm going out first." Seeing that Chao Xi's face was pale and a little tired, Bai Yan didn't want to disturb her more, as long as she was fine.
"Ahem, I got it." Chao Xi coughed twice. The attack from Li Gui hurt her internal organs. Although the healing pill was good, the time was too short and she had not yet fully recovered.
Lying on the mat day and night, closing his eyes and continuing to rest.
Bai Yan came out of the tent, and the people outside asked with concern, "Is the Holy Lady (Daoist Fellow Chao Xi) okay?"
"She has gotten much better and is resting now." Bai Yan replied.
"That's good." Everyone felt more relieved knowing that everything was fine.
The disciples from the pilgrimage palace went back and told Lin Qi who woke up, "You don't have to worry anymore, 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 it would be bad for himself and his fellow disciples.
"Today we have solved most of the ghosts. I believe we can leave this ghost place in one day." A disciple broke the silence.
"Yes! After staying here for two days, I feel a little uncomfortable." A disciple replied.
"Li Yan, tell us some gossip," someone suggested.
"Okay, no problem!" Li Yan replied.
He is the Taixu Sect disciple who told the gossip about Hua Bailian and Xu Ziqing.
As expected, he knew a lot, whether it was matters within the sect or outside the sect. His voice rang out in the silent night, with a bit of humor and humor, which added to the dull atmosphere.
hapiness.
The corners of Xingyue's lips curled up and she listened quietly, as did everyone else.
Early the next morning, everyone got up energetically, because today they could basically get out of this hellish place, so everyone had a little excitement on their faces.
Only Lin Qi still felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Others patted him on the shoulder understandingly. This kind of thing would be uncomfortable for anyone.
After a night's rest, Chao Xi's injuries had basically fully recovered. She walked to Lin Qi and said sternly, "Are you worthy of Zhang Zhuo in your current state?"
"Saint..." Lin Qi's lips trembled, not knowing what to say.
"People, you have to look forward. A monk's life span is long. You will encounter more sad things than this in the future. Do you have to be so sad every time?"
"I'm not, I didn't." Lin Qi wanted to explain.
"I know you feel uncomfortable, but Zhang Zhuo has already gone. He is here to save you, so you have to take his share and appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the world of cultivation."
"I understand, Saint." Lin Qi said.
"Yeah." Seeing that Lin Qi was feeling better, she nodded and walked towards Xingyue and the others.