I had a dream. In the dream, I hugged a fox with eight tails. I hugged her and walked a long, long road. It was pitch black all around and I couldn't see my five fingers. The eight-tailed fox was seriously injured and kept crying. She said she didn't want to leave me and couldn't bear to leave me.

I was crying too, and I said don't be afraid, I will definitely cure you and we will never be separated again.

From day to night, from the sky full of stars to the afterglow of sunset, it seems that it has traveled thousands of years.

Finally, I was tired of walking and fell to the ground, and the eight-tailed fox fell down with me.

It suddenly crawled up, its body trembling, its whole body was bleeding, and its tears fell on the ground.

Then, the eight-tailed fox transformed into a peerless beauty, standing proudly. She reached out to touch my face and said, "Mr., you must remember me. There is no more meeting day after this, you must live well..."

The eight-tailed fox turned around and left, spread his hands, and her eight tails danced. She shouted to the sky: "I have a thousand years of strength, but I want my husband to live. Even if I go to the thunder pool, I will never regret death!"

As soon as the words fell, thunders fell down and all fell on the eight-tailed fox.

Her body instantly dissipated and turned into countless white spots of light, like countless fireflies, illuminating the dark night.

"No!" I crawled towards her.

The countless white spots of light drifted farther and farther away, gradually leaving me, and eventually disappeared.

At this time, I was already in tears.

"He cried...he cried, the young master woke up!" A familiar voice echoed in my ears.

"Damn, I can cry even when I fall asleep. This is a technical job." The voice of the sloppy Taoist priest also came.

"Senior Li, come and take a look. Brother Wu Jie seems to have woken up, and his fingers are moving." Gu Haoran also said excitedly.

I heard footsteps coming and sat alone beside me.

Then a big hand stroked my head and sighed, "Good disciple, you're suffering."

I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes.

Or, I'm escaping reality.

The eight-tailed fox is gone, and I watch her scattered in front of me. I can't accept it. I just want to sleep like this and never wake up again.

When I thought of the eight-tailed fox, my tears still flowed out.

The master sighed again and said, "Wu Jie, Master knows that you are feeling uncomfortable. I haven't seen you for almost a year. Don't you want to see Master?"

"Wu Jie, don't pretend, okay? The six disasters have passed. If you survive, you should be happy. Why are you crying?" The sloppy Taoist priest slapped me and hit me in the wound. I was so painful that I thrust.

"Xiao Jie, let me tell you good news. The eight-tailed fox was not really scattered." The master suddenly said.

Hearing this, my heart trembled, I immediately opened my eyes, grabbed Master's arm, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

I almost fainted when I was in this pain.

I was injured by a thunderbolt before and was covered with wounds. This movement was too big and it was inevitable that I would be able to pull the wound.

But I didn't care about this, so I quickly looked at the master and said, "Old man, what you said is true and false, you didn't lie to me, right?"

The master blushed and said, "Can you stop being shocked? You are covered in wounds? Look, the wound is bleeding."

"Old man, don't change the topic. Tell me quickly, the eight-tailed fox really has no soul to destroy?" I asked excitedly again.

"Look, I really forgot my righteousness when I see the beauty. I taught a good disciple. When I saw the eight-tailed fox, even my master left behind. I haven't seen it for more than a year. Come up and ask about the eight-tailed fox first." My master said with a resentful look on his face.

"You are not alive, nothing is wrong. Of course I will ask the eight-tailed fox first." I looked at my master carefully. When I left, I looked fine. After I came back, I looked sloppy again, similar to the beggar who was begging for food. Suddenly I felt that he and the sloppy Taoist should be masters and apprentices, and they were simply carved out of the same mold.

The master glanced at me and then said, "Don't worry, the eight-tailed fox has no soul and is almost done. At the last moment, the master gathered her dispersed soul again and put it in your consciousness sea to nourish it again. However, her current situation is much weaker than when you were born. Most of the time you can't sense her. Perhaps if there is a great opportunity in the future, she can slowly wake up."

"What is a great opportunity? When will she wake up?" I asked impatiently again.

"I don't know when I will wake up. In short, I have left her soul for you. As for the great opportunity, it is the opportunity to rebirth the Eight-tailed Fox. It can only depend on your luck." The master said again.

I pondered for a while, thinking in my heart that listening to your words is better than another, and Master seemed to say nothing about it.

However, he said that the Eight-tailed Fox's soul is still there, so I feel relieved. As long as she has no soul and has a chance, everything will still be possible. At worst, I can wait for another eighteen years and I don't believe that I won't see her.

Then, I looked at the master again and asked, "Master, why didn't you come early? If you came early, the Eight-Tailed Fox wouldn't be like this. Maybe you could save her."

This is quite resentful.

After hearing this, the master sighed again and said, "Actually, when you encountered a thunder tribulation, the master was always there, watching you from a distance."

I was stunned: "You are watching me being struck by lightning?"

The master nodded and said in a deep voice: "The catastrophe of eighteen is crucial. If you cannot help you, helping you is equivalent to harming you. It is equivalent to doing something against the will of heaven. Even if you help you through this catastrophe, when the next catastrophe comes, you will definitely die without any room for relief. If you hadn't helped you block two catastrophes before, you would not have encountered the current thunder tribulation. At that time, you were young and could not bear it at all. If you were a teacher, you would have to overcome this catastrophe by yourself. The cause and effect cycle would never stop, and you would not be able to escape..."

Speaking of this, the master looked a little sad and suddenly stopped talking.

I seem to understand his difficulties.

In fact, the master at that time should be the most sad. He saw with his own eyes that his disciple, who had been teaching for eight years, was hanging on his own, but he could not help him, nor could he save him. He had only one body of ability, but could not do anything against the will of heaven.

It’s not to help me, it’s not to help me, God is also making things difficult for the old man in front of me.

The atmosphere became a little dull inexplicably, and I felt very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!