The indescribable Taoist Lord

"You have to think carefully, once this memory is cut off, you will be a completely evil person from now on, and you will never look back. No matter how you tried before, you will not be able to change your fate."

"Don't worry, Wenchang. I have already said that I will have to go as soon as this matter comes to an end. I am a saint, and because of this mountain, my sins have long been washed away."

The light in Xu Huaijin's palm keeps twisting in his hand, as if a single thought can cause great harm to a person's soul. If this light is cut off without leaving a trace, all the past and years will be turned into dust and smoke, which is enough to destroy a person's soul. It was completely denied in the past.

"I personally sent the children of my old friend to the mountain, and led the disciples of my younger brother astray.

Wenchang, how do you say that?

How about sacrificing one person to save the common people?

So what if you save one person but waste the lives of others? "

Wenchang Xingjun was speechless. He looked at Xu Nieyu silently. He knew that the old saint in front of him actually had his own answer.

"You can't have both. It's really hard to have both. It's really hard to have both! But I know that the founder was wrong. He sacrificed the small good to achieve the great good. To be perfected is not the great good, but evil!

But I also thought Zi Pingzi’s argument was petty, so over the years I have been looking for a way to have both sides. "

"Lao Xu, have you found it?

How about sacrificing one person to save others? "

Wenchang Xingjun finally asked, and he saw that the old saint did not seem to be at the end of his rope, but instead had a kind and old face, showing another joy of gaining true knowledge.

"Sacrificing one person to save the common people is wrong. It is better to sacrifice one person to save the world of Chang'an School."

What I am killing is not my memory, but my body and the Tao. "

Wenchang Xingjun was silent for a long time.

"You know, I thought that there were no true saints in the chapel of Chang'an School."

"It's true. After I leave, they probably won't put my clay sculpture into the church."

"You don't have to leave."

"Why are you still talking about this now, Wenchang, you already expected that I would be like this, didn't you?

If I don't kill myself, how can I face the ancestor who has become a human spirit when I go up the mountain? Wenchang, Wenchang, you are good at everything, but you are a bit hypocritical. "

The old saint said a lot before leaving. After all, this departure is a farewell in a sense.

"Xie Luming completely believed in He Muyang because he thought he had invaded He Muyang's soul. The reason why the evil thing that possessed my brother got into the situation was also because he had unconditional belief that he could infect Xu Jianshan.

If I want Shou Yongzi to trust me, I naturally have to cut off all the loopholes before going up the mountain and tell this big lie to look like the truth. "

Xu Huaijin smiled calmly, and the ray of light between his eyebrows went straight into Niwan Palace, stirring silently in his soul. Wisps of Taoist rhymes destroyed his past, dividing good and evil. This complicated old saint , and finally turned into an ultimate villain, a pure self-interested person.

In front of him, there was no trace of Wenchang Xingjun. He opened his eyes blankly, with a greedy light shining in his eyes, staring straight at Zhang Qing and others at the bottom of the mountain. Only the desire for survival was the strongest in his eyes.

Wenchang Xingjun looked at the carious old man walking alone step by step towards the hut on the back of the mountain, and sighed to himself.

He once again looked inside at the pile of brocade bags quietly stagnating in the mysterious bag, with a deep expression on his face.

"Fu Lu, there is still a purpose hidden here... If I can use Shou Yongzi to help you recover from all your injuries this time, it will be like getting help from a saint again...

I started planning ten years ago, but in the end I failed. "

Wenchang took off the hair from his waist and looked at it carefully——

"It's not me who figured that you would kill yourself and go up the mountain... I didn't want to, and I didn't want to, but the teacher once again taught me a good lesson, telling me that I have to make choices in everything, especially in Zhongtian, where there are many Things cannot have both ends..."

Having said that, Lord Wenchang Xing held his own and drew a portal, then returned to Xiaochitian——

Only this time, his figure was no longer calm and in control, but rather lonely.

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"Xiao Chitian..."

On the way up the mountain, Zhang Qinghe took out the so-called Daxiu calligraphy treasure that was said to house Wenchang Xingjun, and observed it carefully.

Although there is a road up the mountain, in fact there is no one. The shady mountain is shrouded in mysterious power, constantly disturbing the soul and confusing the mind. There is thick black fog in front and behind, and the rocks are constantly shouting. The ferocious evil things between them are waving their sticky tentacles, and the earth and rocks on the ground are crawling like flesh walls - this is not what can be seen with spiritual vision, but as we go deeper, the boundaries between the spiritual world and the real world are no longer clear. , the reality of the world can be revealed in front of everyone.

Zhang Qinghe, Taiyin, and Guo Sicheng were all experienced people, so they were not surprised. It was just that Zhang Qinghe felt a little disgusted.

He took out this roll of things just to prepare for emergencies, so that if it came time to summon Wenchang, he would not be in chaos.

"You calligraphy treasure..."

Guo Sicheng frowned as he looked at the bright words "Xiao Chitian".

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qinghe was a little curious. Although Li Mo had previously hinted that Wenchang was inside, he was unwilling to let go of any details.

"nothing."

Guo Sicheng continued to climb the "mountain" unhurriedly, shaking the demons and flesh and blood parts of unknown realms to ashes at will in front of him - yes, the road up the mountain was just opened by Guo Sicheng.

"It's really strange. I clearly have fetal blood, but now I don't see the demons in the mountains fighting back like crazy."

Zhang Qinghe frowned, unable to deduce anything due to the unequal information.

"They are suppressing, because He is also suppressing. It is a painful process to pull oneself off the path to heaven. Even a Dao Fruit Immortal Lord has to concentrate all his energy.

I happened to choose this time to go up the mountain.

If my guess is correct, then the things in the temple do look calm now, and they are very staged with Xu Huaijin, but in fact there is no room for action in advance. "

Guo Sicheng glanced at the mountain and seemed to be calculating something in his mind.

"What about Xu Huaijin?"

"Xu Huaijin is the last line of insurance. He will not deliberately hinder us, because our purpose at this stage is the same as Shou Yongzi - we all want him to be pulled back from heaven to the earth."

Guo Sicheng's actions also showed no magical powers, no realm, no magic, which made it difficult to see the depth. At the end of this road, he simply didn't bother to expel these evil things. Instead, it was out of some kind of fear, the black mist Layers upon layers spread out.

Zhang Qinghe looked at this military man with surprise and scrutiny - whether it was a spiritual vision or an emperor's vision, he was mysterious and profound, but there was no pressure at all.