Chapter 302: Ten Years of Life and Death
Hearing these words, Li Daoxuan was shocked.
He finally understood why the old Taoist priest, with his advanced state of mind, refused to wake up even though he knew this was a dream and that Longhu Mountain was in danger.
It was because he insisted on going down the mountain that he killed his wife. Now he is facing the same choice again.
If he leaves, his wife will die.
This was Moro's conspiracy. The old Taoist priest had felt guilty all his life for his decision to go down the mountain. Now he had a chance to choose again. As long as he still had some humanity in him, it would be difficult for him to make the decision to leave.
As long as you hesitate, as you get along with your wife, your feelings and reluctance will become deeper and deeper, and one day, you will willingly sink into it, like a moth to a flame.
"Then Master, are you...still willing to leave?"
When Li Daoxuan asked this question, he felt bitter in his heart.
At this moment, if the old Taoist priest said that he didn't want to leave, he would understand and would give up trying to persuade him.
Everyone has a different definition of being alive.
For the old Taoist priest, perhaps staying with his wife and making up for the biggest regret in his heart is what it means to be alive.
Back to reality, even though he is the number one in Taoism and the invincible Yang God in the world, all that accompanies him is a lonely grave thousands of miles away and the dry bones in the tomb.
Ten years of life and death are so vague, I can never forget it without thinking about it.
The old Taoist patted Li Daoxuan on the shoulder and said, "Go back."
"Well, it's okay if you don't go back. I understand—"
Li Daoxuan was halfway through his words when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest in disbelief.
"Master, you mean... go back?"
The old Taoist nodded, sighed, and said, "Feng Yun has been sleeping longer and longer recently. Sometimes, even when I call her loudly, she doesn't respond."
Li Daoxuan was startled, and then seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "Could it be that Master's grandmother...is about to die?"
The old Taoist nodded and said, "Feng Yun is an ordinary woman who doesn't have the talent for cultivation. This is why my father opposed me marrying her. Although I often use my magic power to nourish her, she has only cultivated two levels of the Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong at most, and has made little progress."
Li Daoxuan's heart suddenly became very complicated.
Two levels of Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong can only prolong one’s life at most, and my grandmother just celebrated her ninetieth birthday.
"But Master, there should be some natural treasures in Longhu Mountain that can prolong life. Maybe you can give them to Master's grandmother. Besides, isn't this a dream? Will Moro let her die?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Everything here is fake , only Feng Yun is real, so she will grow old and die."
After a pause, he continued, "Feng Yun said that she dreamed of a figure in black clothes and long hair yesterday, who said he wanted to help her prolong her life, but she refused. I also gave her the elixir that could prolong her life, but she also refused."
Li Daoxuan was puzzled and asked: "Why?"
The old Taoist priest looked at the room where his wife was sleeping, and his eyes showed a hint of tenderness.
"Because she said she didn't want to embarrass me."
Li Daoxuan was stunned.
"She doesn't know this place is fake, but she knows me too well. It's still the same as before. She can't hide anything from me."
The old Taoist priest's smile contained a hint of relief and also a hint of sadness.
"Moro thought he saw through people's hearts, but he didn't know that love in the world is not entirely a bond."
In the room, the faint breathing sound slowly disappeared.
The old woman with silver hair slept peacefully in bed, with a smile on her lips, and fell asleep forever.
The bright moonlight shone through the window onto her white hair, making it appear as if it was coated with a layer of silver, making her look so peaceful and beautiful.
The old Taoist priest walked into the room, and just like he had done countless days and nights before, he tucked in the quilt for his wife, tucked her scattered silver hair behind her ears, gently kissed her wrinkled forehead, then left the room, closing the door quietly.
He looked at Li Daoxuan with eyes that showed neither sadness nor joy, only the wind blowing his white hair and the wide purple robe of the Heavenly Master.
"Let's go, this world is fake now."
…
Demon-suppressing Hall.
This place, where demons were suppressed in the past and disciples received actual combat training, is now in ruins, with sword marks and charred marks everywhere.
Zhang Qianyang held the Sanwu Zhanxie Cixi Sword in his hand, his Taoist robe was charred in many places, he kept coughing up blood, and there was a deep fist mark on his chest, which almost shattered his heart.
Zhang Jiuxiao was not much better off. His body, which he was so proud of, could not completely block the sharpness of the divine sword. At this moment, there were sword scars on his body that were deep enough to see the bones. The extremely strong and masculine sword energy flowed in his flesh and blood, and even thunder could not break it.
A large amount of blood flowed to the ground .
He didn't even frown, like a god of war covered in blood, his pupils spinning, his hair dancing wildly, and the mark of thunder between his eyebrows shining like stars.
The two are evenly matched.
But Zhang Qianyang has the help of the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Swords, which shows that in terms of real combat power, he is still a little inferior to Zhang Jiuxiao.
Wu Dabao, Liu Ningyan and others endured their injuries and moved the old master to the side to avoid being affected by the battle.
At this moment, Pan Dan suddenly moved. He rushed towards the old Taoist priest and waved his hand to throw out a golden talisman.
It was not a poisonous snake, but a Taoist talisman. It was an extremely precious talisman in Taoism - a talisman to suppress all evil stars!
This talisman comes from the "Tai Shang Shen Fu Jing" and is one of the seventy-two talismans recorded in it. It is extremely powerful, and once used, it can even suppress the stars in the sky, let alone demons and monsters.
However, the materials needed for these seventy-two talismans are extremely precious. After the disappearance of gods and Buddhas, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has gradually become thinner, and there are fewer and fewer natural treasures. Therefore, each talisman is a rare treasure and is priceless.
The first move Pan Dan made was a talisman that even Liu Ningyan and others found difficult to obtain.
The talisman glowed and transformed into countless golden shackles, trapping everyone in place.
Pan Dan walked up to the old Taoist priest with a hint of hatred in his eyes. He raised the dagger and chopped off the old Taoist priest's head amid Zhang Qianyang's angry roar.
The old head rolled on the ground, the body parts separated, the death was horrible.
Wu Dabao and the others were filled with grief and grief. If looks could kill, Pan Dan would have been cut into pieces long ago.
Pan Dan stood in front of the old Taoist's corpse, his eyes somewhat melancholy, and then he burst into laughter like a madman.
But a voice interrupted his laughter.
"Stop laughing. The sound of your pinched throat is really unpleasant to hear."
The voice was old and deep, shocking everyone.
Even Zhang Jiuxiao, who was fighting with Zhang Qianyang, was stunned, staring in disbelief at the direction where the voice came from.
Under the moonlight, Li Daoxuan supported the old Taoist priest and walked slowly towards them.
Pan Dan's eyes widened and he said, "This, this is impossible!"
He looked at the old Taoist's body, but the next moment, his pupils constricted and he looked horrified.
The old Taoist's body turned into a broken hair.
Magical power - blowing hairy objects!
Zhang Jiuxiao stared at Zhang Qianyang and said, "It's your trick again!"
Zhang Qianyang smiled slightly and said, "It was my disciple's suggestion. He said that in order to be on the safe side, it is better to openly repair the plank road and secretly attack Chencang. I'm afraid it is difficult for you to imagine that what we are desperately protecting is just an incarnation."
"And the real master had long been quietly transferred to the ordination academy, and Daoxuan was asked to wake him up."
Wu Dabao wiped the tears from his eyes and cursed: "Good boy, you even hid it from me!"
Liu Ningyan glared at Zhang Qianyang fiercely, it was obvious that even she didn't know the details.
The old Heavenly Master slowly came over, stared at Pan Dan, and said, "A Lian, why do you have to hide and use someone else's appearance to show yourself to others? You are the descendant of the Heavenly Master, but you dare not take on the responsibility?"
Everyone was shocked again.
This time, even Zhang Qianyang and Zhang Jiuxiao were surprised.
