The sutures drifted out of the crack one by one.

Laifu, who was standing outside the crack, grabbed the strands of sutures and sewed them back into place in an instant.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Jinglian's head, which was sewn in the middle of the crack, slowly turned, witnessing everything that happened in the ultimate treasure. It turned its head back to its original position, and saw Laifu sewing up the last remaining hole in the crack. It suddenly opened its eyes.

Eyes - the next moment, they were like deflated rubber balls, and all the fire in their eyes was extinguished!

"That's all, that's all..."

It murmured, recalling the blow that Golden Mother had penetrated Lu's left eye in the ultimate terma, showing deep fear and...envy in its eyes.

It is impossible for it to achieve such a temporary means.

At the moment, it seems that I have a chance to escape from imprisonment and win freedom - but in fact, there is no possibility at all. Who knows whether that person will have any other means left to deal with it in the future?

Jinglian sighed deeply, looked at the ancestor Laifu squatting at the foot of the mountain wall, and said hesitantly: "You are also a child of my nature. Although you are my enemy now... But you and I will always be the same."

We have been here together for many years, why don't you stay and talk to me?"

Laifu stood up and was about to leave. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced at Jinglian.

There seemed to be some hesitation in its scarlet eyes.

It was these little hesitations that made Jinglian secretly happy.

But the next moment, Laifu turned around, spread out his body, turned into a long-haired black dragon ten thousand feet, swam into the void between heaven and earth, and disappeared in an instant!

"Why……"

On the snow-capped mountains, only the deep sigh of Jinglian remains.

…

Huashan.

Ziyun Temple Medicine King Hall.

The Hall of the Medicine King is divided into two floors, with a statue of the Medicine King Immortal Master more than two feet high in the middle. There is a corridor on the second floor that surrounds the entire statue of the Medicine King Immortal Master.

There are few pilgrims on the second floor of the temple, and most of them are Taoist priests from the temple who come up to sweep and clean the statue of Medicine King.

At this time, the crowd in Yaowang Palace was bustling with people, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims.

Squatting in the incense burner in front of Master Yaowang and his attendants, they worshiped a tall incense several feet high. The incense head was burning, and green smoke curled up to the main beam of the hall, and the smoke spread in all directions.

On the second floor corridor.

Wu Daozi, who was wearing much neater clothes, and his junior brother Yang Huizhi stood in front of the railing, with Wu Daozi's new disciple 'Wang Quan' waiting behind him.

"They are all miserable people...

When there are no more incense offerings in Taoist and Buddhist temples, it means that all people in the world can live and work in peace and contentment, and there will be no hardships and worries in the world." Although Yang Huizhi cannot see with his eyes, he already knows whether a pair of physical eyes can see.

Things are not a big problem for him.

He felt that more and more people were gathering in the Medicine King's Palace, and said with emotion.

Wu Daoxuan looked at the crowds of people below. Under the thin incense smoke, although there was only a distance of one or two feet between him and the people who came to offer incense, it gave him a feeling that they were in two worlds.

.

“In Taoist and Buddhist temples all over the world, there are always pilgrims who come to offer incense.

In the world, the biggest trouble is birth, old age, illness and death, but is it not just birth, old age, illness and death?" Wu Daoxuan looked coldly and shook his head and said, "Look at these people, who doesn't have all kinds of thoughts and desires in their hearts.

When they come to pray to God and worship Buddha, do they seek inner peace and freedom from worries?

I don't think so.

They ask for too much.

When everyone's wants and desires are truly revealed, it is a series of hells - the clay bodies of gods that are shaped by people to satisfy their desires are more like the devil entrenched in the center of the hell in their hearts!"

Wang Quan stood behind his master and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard what his master said.

He felt that what the master said was too extreme, but when he thought about it more deeply, he felt that what Wu Daozi said seemed to have deep truth. Wang Quan shook his head, not daring to think too much. He turned his head to look at Yang Huizhi with a worried look, feeling that what the master had done was

If a guest talks like this in someone else's Taoist temple, it means he doesn't take the host seriously.

If you say anything inappropriate, you will anger the other party and be kicked out of the Taoist temple.

When Yang Huizhi heard what his senior brother said, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He didn't say anything more to Wu Daozi, but instead said to Wang Quan: "Young man, you don't have to look at me like this, but I am not the master of this place.

Your master's words have angered the Taoist priests at Ziyun Temple, and they want to drive him away, but I can't do anything."

As he spoke, Yang Huizhi stroked his beard and laughed.

Wang Quan was even more embarrassed when he heard this. His thoughts in front of the blind old man seemed to have no way of concealing them, and they were all read by him.

Wu Daoxuan's words brought out the deep emotions in his heart.

He was full of loneliness and anger, and didn't know how to calm it down. After hearing Yang Huizhi's words, he finally couldn't get angry, so he snorted and said nothing more.

In the corridor on the second floor of the temple, calm briefly returned.

Wang Quan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and heard Yang Huizhi speak slowly: "About evening today, the saint will climb to the top of Huashan Mountain."

saint?!

Upon hearing this title, Wang Quan's heart was excited, and he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the master in front of him.

Nowadays, the title of 'sage' no longer only refers to the one in Chang'an Palace.

The leader of Xuanmen City, he is also respectfully called "Saint" by disciples of the Dharma Lineage all over the world.

Because of his holy virtues, he spread throughout the world, leading to the arrival of a prosperous age where "there is no mystery in the world". Under the influence of disciples of various Dharma lineages, all the people in the world began to honor the leader of the Taoist capital as a "sage"!

In this situation, the 'saint' that Diao Sheng refers to cannot be the one in the imperial palace, but must be the leader of Xuanmen City.

As for the Xuanmen Saint, he had replied to the letter a few days ago and agreed to host the competition between Master Wang Quan, Wu Daoxuan and the Diao Sheng!

The competition between Master and Carving Saint is approaching!

Compared to this competition, Wang Quan was actually looking forward to seeing the saint in person.

Rumor has it that the saint has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and the appearance of the sun. What should he look like with such grace and appearance?

Wang Quan had wild thoughts in his mind.

Wu Daozi was stunned for a moment when he heard his junior brother's words.

He turned to look at Yang Huizhi, the look of loneliness and anger on his face disappeared for a moment, and he asked Yang Huizhi in a deep voice: "The bad commander's cultivation is so high that no one in the world can match it.

I have heard people in Jianghu say that some tyrannical beings can arrive from Chang'an to Luoyang within an hour.

With his practice, wherever he wants to go, won't he arrive in a moment?

Why do we have to wait until dusk to climb Mount Huashan?"

When Yang Huizhi heard this, he helplessly replied: "Now he wants to take a boat and ride a horse all the way from somewhere else to Mount Huashan, but I don't know why he wants to do this.

Senior brother, the saint ascended Huashan Mountain at dusk. He will not be able to officially talk about the competition between you and me until tomorrow.

Brother, have a good rest these days.

I wonder if senior brother is ready? What kind of painting will he come up with?"

"It has been prepared for a long time. It can be done with just a few strokes at that time." Wu Daoxuan replied. The loneliness and anger in his heart had been brewing for too many years, and he expressed it with pen and ink. Coupled with his own years of accumulation, he felt that he could paint the most accomplished painting in his life.

paintings.

After talking to Yang Huizhi in this way, the group left the Medicine King Palace and went to enjoy the scenery elsewhere.

…

"Master."

The wooden door was pushed open, and a gust of mountain wind swept into the dark house, causing the oil lamp squatting on the table to sway for a while.

Wang Quan walked into the house carrying a wooden basin. Hot water sloshed in the basin and steam floated in the air.

He glanced at Wu Daoxuan, who was sitting on the small bed, his face changing between light and dark as the lights flickered. He turned around, closed the door, and brought the water to Wu Daoxuan's feet.

Wu Daoxuan had already taken off his shoes and socks, and stood on a horse stool. He watched his disciple bring him water and stretched out his hand to wash his feet. He leaned over to stop the other man's movement, and used his hands to stir up the water twice. He tried

After the water is warm, put your feet into the water.

There was no expression on Wu Daoxuan's face, and every wrinkle on his face was full of the wind and frost of time.

He lowered his head and scrubbed his feet. He and his disciple were silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "I have also seen the paintings you painted."

When Wang Quan heard the sound, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

But when he looked at Wu Daoxuan's face, the light in his eyes dimmed again.

The sound of the water in the tub being stirred disturbed the calm atmosphere below. Wu Daoxuan straightened up, picked up a cloth towel hanging on the edge of the bed next to him, and wiped the water droplets off his feet. He dropped the towel and lifted it up.

He glanced at Wang Quan and said, "You are indeed a person without talent."

These words made Wang Quan's heart sink suddenly.
To be continued...