Deep in the back mountain behind the main hall of Wantian Palace, there has always been a cave for those seniors to repair. Those caves have not been entered or exited for many years, and they have long been covered with moss and vines. The moss and vines cover the entrance of the cave, making people unable to
I couldn't tell if anyone was cleaning it inside.
And behind that cave, there is a larger and purer cave.
In that cave, the person who cultivated the temple was always an old Taoist from Wantian Palace.
That old Taoist was so senior that even if Wu Hao was still alive, if he met this old Taoist in the Taoist sect, he would respectfully call him "Master-uncle".
This old Taoist is the uncle of the former Master Wuyuan Zhenren, the master of Zhu Xia, the late Taoist master, and the junior of that old Taoist.
Now the old monk of Luming Temple has always been considered to be the longest living monk in the world, and if nothing else happens, this old Taoist is the longest living monk in the Taoist sect.
His Taoist name is more peaceful. He has been cultivating in the Qing Dynasty for many years and has long been uninterested in worldly affairs. Over the years, no matter whether it is the world's major events or the various things that happen in the Wantian Palace, no one has ever been able to invite him out.
But now, Zhu Xia is in his cave.
The layout of his cave is simple. Apart from a big cauldron, there is only a futon and an old bookshelf. There are many yellowing books on the bookshelf. Those books are all unique Taoist books that are difficult to find in the world.
Apparently, it was read by this old Taoist from time to time.
At this moment, Zhu Xia was hanging on the cauldron with her eyes closed tightly. There was a cut on her wrist, and blood dripped from her fingertips into the cauldron.
It's just that the blood is dripping very slowly at this moment, and it takes almost an hour to drop one drop.
The color is not the usual bright red, but a crystal clear liquid.
Like some kind of juice.
Zhu Xia also exudes an indescribable aroma at this moment, like a medicinal aroma, but it seems to be much stronger than the aroma of many ordinary medicinal herbs.
The old Taoist Gengping looked at Zhu Xia hanging in the air, with undisguised fanaticism in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life.
But at the same time, there is also some regret.
There is no need to say more about the fact that Zhu Xia has transformed into a magical elixir. However, Zhu Xia has been transformed for a long time now. In fact, he is only one step away from the magical elixir. If he can live for a few more years, he will actually be able to endure it.
I waited patiently for the Zhu Xia fruit to be fully mature, but unfortunately I was already old, my blood was dry, and I didn't have a few years left to live, so I had to pick it early.
However, even though the fruit was picked in advance, the veteran Taoist never thought of devouring it like an ordinary person eating delicacies from the mountains and seas for the first time. If he really did this
, that would be a real waste of resources.
Therefore, he wanted to make use of everything Zhu Xia had and not waste any of it. Only in this way could he show the greatest respect for a fruit that was about to become a miracle medicine.
Only in this way can Zhu Xia's greatest role be brought into play.
But at this moment, the old Taoist who was concentrating on the big cauldron also heard the sound coming from outside. He frowned slightly, thought of something, and said calmly, "I didn't expect that they still spread the news."
Although he knew the news, the veteran Taoist didn't feel angry at all, as if it was just a trivial matter.
"He Sanh has been keeping a low profile for so many years. This makes others feel that I, Xi San, am really being bullied. I am just like climbing up a mountain without knowing my capabilities. It's really a joke."
As the old Taoist spoke, he looked into the cauldron. The liquid inside was constantly flowing and filled with an irresistible aroma.
"That guy Luo Min, I don't know what he thinks. He should be the first person to know your identity, but he endures it. Even if he grows old and dies, he doesn't have the slightest thought for you."
Zhu Xia's master, the late old master of Wantian Palace, was named Luo Min. As Zhu Xia's master, he actually knew Zhu Xia's true identity for a long time, but even so, he never did anything.
He taught Zhu Xia as if he were his daughter, and until he finally became old, exhausted, and had to face death, he only looked at Zhu Xia lovingly without taking any action.
Logically speaking, even if Zhu Xia was not as mature as he is now at that time, the old man would live at least ten more years if he ate Zhu Xia.
For monks, more than ten years is not a lot of time, but for an old man whose life is about to come to an end, let alone more than ten years, even if one or two years are right in front of him, I am afraid that there will be no time.
People can turn a blind eye.
Old Taoist Gengping was talking to himself here, and Zhu Xia, who was suspended in mid-air, slowly woke up. At this moment, Zhu Xia was extremely weak. Although his vitality was slowly draining away, at this rate, it was only a matter of time before he died.
It seemed like she had no other choice.
Old Taoist Geng Ping raised his head and glanced at Zhu Xia, smiled and said, "It won't hurt, and it won't be long."
Zhu Xia opened her mouth and wanted to scold him, but at this moment, she didn't even have the energy or mood to curse. She just looked at the blood flowing out of her wrist, feeling a little confused. No one had ever told her,
It turns out that she is not a human being, but a fruit.
To be precise, it is an elixir.
If she had known that she was a fairy medicine, she would have given it to her master when he was about to die, so that his master could survive and she would not have to be so sad and experience so many things.
But why didn't you know it earlier?
Why has to be this way?
Zhu Xia couldn't think clearly.
Gengping Lao Dao said calmly, "About half an hour is enough. Girl, do you have any last words you want to say? You have helped me a lot on my path of cultivation. If you have anything to say or do,
, you can tell Pindao, and you can sort out this cause and effect."
Zhu Xia looked at the old Taoist weakly and asked sarcastically, "Can you really... end it?"
Gengping Lao Taoist raised his head and glanced at Zhu Xia, and said calmly, "Although you are a disciple of Xishan, you are essentially just a medicine. Since you are not a human being, there is no cause and effect on you. Taking medicine and taking medicine is a matter of course.
What problems could there be?"
Zhu Xia didn't have the energy to argue with the old Taoist, so he just said softly, "If he comes one day, you can tell him that I want to eat the candied dates in Shendu, but I have already eaten them, and I don't feel any regrets."
Old Taoist Geng Ping frowned, not quite understanding the meaning of these last words. Do young people today think like this?
But he soon shook his head and said, "The person you are talking about is the guardian envoy of Daliang, right?"
"He has gone up the mountain now. If he can save his life in the future, Pindao can let you meet him. It is your wish. But it seems that the boy is determined to fight to the death. Maybe you can go together down there.
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Listening to the old Taoist's words, Zhu Xia's eyes widened and he was speechless.
She subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to plead with the old Taoists, asking them not to kill him, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them out, because she knew who he was, and he didn't need others to plead for him. He wanted to
Whatever you do, you have to do it no matter what, and you won't back down just because you can't do it.
Seeing Zhu Xia's behavior, Master Gengping became curious, "Why, do you think he can rescue you?"
Zhu Xia ignored him, but raised his head with difficulty and looked outside. If he appeared, he would be the first to see him.
"Pindao heard that you like that one, but that one has a woman he likes. If that's the case, why are you so worried about her?"
Old Taoist Gengping didn't understand what he meant. He had been practicing Taoism for many years and he had long been a man of few desires. He never cared about these things.
Zhu Xia didn't speak, she just looked at the cave
Outside, I hope to see that young figure appear before I can no longer hold on.
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On the mountain road, the battle situation can no longer be described as intense, it is simply tragic.
Chen Chao was full of murderous intent, and the phantoms of the Dharma Prime Minister and those Taoists had already been beaten into darkness. Although several people were besieging him at this moment, Chen Chao was full of momentum, and his peerless courage was undoubtedly evident here.
At first, these Taoists thought that Chen Chao could be killed here in a short period of time. After all, although he was a Wangyou, he should not be able to persist for long in the face of so many people.
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But they soon discovered that they were terribly wrong. Chen Chao's one-man power far exceeded their expectations.
Not only had he never been at a disadvantage, but from the beginning, he was like a god of death, suppressing them and fighting.
Although these old Taoists are all old and frail, and their vitality and blood have declined, they are still the Taoist master of the Taoist sect at the end of Wangyou.
But in front of Chen Chao, such a Taoist master seemed to be no different from ordinary monks.
The young man's blood was boiling, reflecting the sky, like an unreachable mountain, making everyone fearful.
In fact, there is another extremely important reason for this situation, and that is that none of these people want to go to any lengths to put themselves in the most dangerous situation at the front.
They have lived for many years and want to live for many more years. No one is willing to hand over their lives here.
That's why the situation is so difficult.
What they want to do is actually very simple. If they can't kill the young man in front of them as soon as possible, then they can hold him back. No matter how domineering he is, he is only the power of one person.
As long as it lasts long enough, he will eventually die of exhaustion.
There won't be any problem with this.
The question is, how long can the young man in front of him persist?
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In that stone house, there were suddenly some footsteps.
The master of Wantian Palace and Li Yu looked at each other, somewhat solemnly.
The noise outside had been heard before, and they knew that Chen Chao had already climbed the mountain. Now that someone was coming from the dungeon, it might not be a good thing for them.
However, as the footsteps got closer and closer, their worries gradually dissipated.
Because what appeared in front of them at this moment was a young Taoist.
He was wearing a dark red Taoist robe, and his posture was extraordinary.