Three Immortal Island, Yingzhou.

In a small village, the villagers came back from fishing and nodded at an old Taoist priest.

The village was peaceful, and the old Taoist priest was open to his robe, drinking a muffled wine. His chest was a palm print, which was printed on the Vermilion Bird tattoo, and it was already purple.

The old Taoist priest sighed, as if he was recalling something. It was not until another old Taoist came that he interrupted his thoughts.

"Nephew Qiu, haven't you recovered from the spirit yet?" Qiu Huaqing is the layman name of the old Taoist priest. Pingfeng Zhenren Qiu Huaqing is the first contemporary Maoshan.

Pingfeng Zhenren's slightly drunk eyes became clear and her expression was unexpected: "Old... Old Ma Sui, why are you here?"

The old Taoist in front of Zhenren Pingfeng was named Zhu Yun. Once upon a time, he was also a passionate man, but time was not forgiving. His group of old friends had long been dead, and none of the sect's brothers were alive. The old Taoist showed his teeth and looked very lonely and ridiculous.

"I came earlier than you, after all, it's old... After going to the island, I saw that the scenery here is nice, so I didn't want to leave."

Yulong Tai Sui Zhu Yun, the first Yulong Mountain, is one of the five elders in the Chinese Life and Death Dao.

At this moment, Pingfeng Zhenren and Yulong Tai Sui appeared in a village. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or destined. Pingfeng Zhenren came back from the dead and appeared in the village. He was depressed until he met the old lady Sui that he showed a little helpless smile.

"With a senior accompanying you, I don't seem lonely when I talk about my hometown later."

The old lady took out a cigarette and held it in her mouth, "We are considered immortality, right?"

"Of course!"

"I just can't see my disciples again, I feel a little sad..."

"Senior, it's time to be content..."

No matter how old it is, being able to live is better than being dead.

No matter why they are left on the Three Immortal Island, they are destined to be unable to go back. Since they cannot go back, they can only accept their fate. Moreover, for people of their age, it is not bad to be able to live in this form of life in a certain corner of the world.

The two old Taoists were very optimistic, ignored some sadness and started chatting.

The Great Strong Seal of the Supreme Being in the chest was a secret technique of the Pure Land Sect. The old lady Sui was knowledgeable and sighed when she heard about his fighting with the Pure Land Sect, she sighed: "The method is wrong. The monks of the Pure Land Sect have infinite wisdom, vows, and supernatural powers. If they are obsessed with their technique, it is useless to force the fight against them."

Pingfeng Zhenren was stunned. He lived in the mountain gate for a long time and had more people on weekdays. When it comes to fighting, he was not as good as the old lady’s Sui.

"Senior, can't thunder technique work?"

"Of course not. In their skills, no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat them. Your palm is very hard."

"Yes... I tried to use thunder technique to break the monk's Dharma body. But I never thought that before thunder technique took action, I was broken into the Mirage Realm by a palm. I was really ashamed. I dare to ask seniors, how should I deal with them?"

Pingfeng Zhenren is a master of the "Pill Word Book", and is good at refining elixirs and is not good at fighting.

He was a little worried. If he could win the Pure Land Sect’s immortality jade at that time, it would be another ending now. Maybe he had already started the dragon boat and returned to China.

The old lady smiled: "Actually you just need to forget it."

"forget?"

Pingfeng Zhenren smiled bitterly: "Old Madam Sui, you have never experienced the power of that palm. In the Mirage Realm, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are broken. How can I forget that feeling?"

The old lady spit out smoke: "Buddhist guards emptiness, which seems to be destroying you, but in fact it is saving you. He is emptiness, he guards emptiness, and his mirage realm is also emptiness, and the Great Power Seal is still emptiness, so you will become emptiness. In their mirage realm, as long as you forget, the pain will disappear."

Pingfeng Zhenren thought about something.

The old lady Sui smiled and said, "If you don't mention this, I'm a little earlier than you and found a fun place."

Pingfeng Zhenren was stunned. The old lady Sui had a very young mentality, just like a naughty boy. He followed the old lady Sui to a kitchen.

"Look, who is in the tank?" the old lady Sui asked proudly, stirring the water in the tank.

Next to the kitchen, a large tank filled with water was placed. Pingfeng Zhenren looked at it and the water was also composed of bunches of causal lines. As the waves rose and fell, more than a dozen faces appeared inside.

The faces kept floating and rising, which was the cause and effect line of more than a dozen people. Pingfeng Zhenren was stunned when he saw one of the faces: "Senior Ge?"

One of the faces is Ge Zhan!

The old lady smiled and said, "The villagers said that people with abnormal fate will appear in the waters near Sanxian Island. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless people with abnormal fate. Can you see Mr. Ge here? Are you very fun?"

Good is good...but...how to play?

The old lady rolled up her sleeves: "When I was taken into the village, they told me: Although the people on the island are not qualified to enter other people's cause and effect, they can enter a dream. Let's go to the dream of Ge Laopinfu!"

The old lady said, scooping up water and pouring it on her face.

...

In December, the temperature in Linjiang is terrible.

Kuishan old house.

The temperature in a bungalow in the courtyard is very warm. This is Ge Zhan’s room. Since the floor heating is installed, this is the warmest house in the old house in Kuishan.

In the room, Ge Zhan was napping in a wheelchair, and the old man was drooling, while Jing Sansheng tinted a humidifier. It took him a long time to get it done and found that his uncle was asleep.

He got up, hammered his waist, and Su Lin walked in outside the house: "Master... the eldest brother sent two old ginseng. I'll let the kitchen stew some chicken soup in the afternoon?"

Jing Sansheng smiled and said, "Okay, Yu Xuan is intent. It just so happened that your master kept shouting that the bones were cold these days, so he could make up for it."

Jing Sansheng said, picking up his handkerchief and rubbing the saliva from the corner of Ge Zhan's mouth.

Suddenly, Ge Zhan suddenly woke up when he fell asleep.

"Nothing eyes!"

Long eyebrows stood up, and Ge Zhan stood up in a wheelchair. Jing Sansheng was startled and hurriedly stayed away, thinking that he had messed with Ge Zhan.

"Uncle Master, I'll just help you with saliva..."

Ge Zhan picked up the back massager beside him and ignored Jing Sansheng. The cold light in his eyes was as solid as it was, sweeping around: "Who dares to disturb my dreams?!"

Ge Zhan scanned the room, Jing Sansheng and Su Lin were both afraid to breathe.

After a while, he found that Ge Zhan was not targeting him, and he breathed a little relieved: "Master...Master Uncle? What's wrong..."

Ge Zhan looked around and found that there was nothing suspicious about it. He threw away the back massager and sat suspiciously back on the wheelchair.

"I dreamed of Zhu Yun, and Qiu Huaqing. The two of them scared me in the dream..." Ge Zhan scratched his cheek.

Su Lin laughed: "Master, your reaction is too great... The old lady Sui, Pingfeng Zhenren, has all boarded the Penglai boat with Qin Kun, so how can you scare you?"

Ge Zhan muttered: "But this dream is too real... I just thought that I had hit some ghost's dream-entrying technique."

"Master, this is an old house in Kuishan. There is nothing that dares to break in. I'll leave first and let the kitchen stew some chicken soup for you!"

Ge Zhan's temper faded. When he heard chicken soup in the afternoon, he immediately smiled and returned to his crooked mouth.

Su Lin went to the kitchen, Jing Sansheng stayed here and tied a towel around Ge Zhan's neck: "Uncle Master, the house is already dry, so I can bear the saliva first."

Ge Zhan wiped his mouth tremblingly: "Three lives..."

"What's wrong with Uncle Master?"

"How long have Kun...they... gone?"

"One month? Two months? I have a bad memory, but it's less than two months anyway."

"Oh...what are the Western devils doing recently?"

"Uncle Zuo? I heard that it was still Bailong Temple and Yin-Yang Temple running at both ends. It would be better not to do it. Ma Xiaohua served him well."

After Jing Sansheng answered, he found that Ge Zhan was asleep again.

Jing Sansheng smiled and covered Ge Zhan's knee with a thin blanket. As soon as he left the house, Ge Zhan's voice came from the room again.

"I'm old! Come again? Where are you?"

Through the glass, watching Ge Zhan growling in the room, Jing Sansheng was a little melancholy and edited a message for Zuo Jinchen: Uncle Zuo, my uncle has been a little confused recently. Do you want to see him...

Zuo Jinchen replied quickly: If you don’t go, call me if you die.

Jing Sansheng smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!