There is no self, so there is no birth or death.
——"The White Bone No Life Sutra"
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Jiang Wang moved his steps and tried his best to suppress his restless mind. He must believe and could only believe Dong A.
In the restlessness of Tongtian Palace, he tried his best to remain calm.
He went to the inner dormitory and said hello to Ling He, who lived alone. I repeatedly told him to be careful, but I didn’t know what to be careful about.
Ling He saw something was wrong with him, but didn't think much about it. He just thought it was the successive murders of Taoist disciples that made him uneasy.
He advised Jiang Wang not to think too much, saying that he would not take on tasks for the next period of time and let him go back and rest for a few days. Get ready for the New Year.
Finally, he patted Jiang Wang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Tiger will be back soon, let's drink together! New Year!"
These words really made Jiang Wang smile.
There is nothing better than reunion.
"Hey! Let's drink together."
Jiang Wang left the dormitory and planned to go home.
He didn't leave directly through the back door today, but went through the front door. Because I wanted to go around in a circle, pass by Zhao Rucheng's house, say a few words to Rucheng before going back.
He just wanted to talk to them because he was uneasy.
But there’s really nothing concrete to say. It's nothing more than paying attention to safety and avoiding dangers. But he didn't even know where the danger would come from, and certainly didn't know how to avoid it.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and most of the Taoist disciples are still practicing hard, or have taken on tasks and are sharpening themselves. There are not many pedestrians on the road in the Taoist temple.
There are a few occasionally, and they are all high-spirited and full of vitality.
Just like the prosperous Maplewood City Taoist Temple today, the future has infinite brightness and possibilities.
If Dong A has laid a solid foundation for Maplewood City Taoist Academy, Zhu Weiwo has become a flying flag for Maplewood City Taoist Academy.
Many outstanding cultivation seeds have already expressed their desire to practice here.
Over time, Maplewood City Taoist Academy's achievements will be limitless.
Looking at their smiling faces and feeling their energy, Jiang Wang suddenly felt ridiculous.
What am I afraid of?
he asked himself.
However, there is no answer, only the black candle beating back and forth, getting more and more crazy.
The Star-Tangled Spirit Snake has shrunk into the shape of a pancake.
Jiang Wang then sat down on the stone steps in front of the Taoist statue, suppressing his trembling, and silently sorted out his Taoist mind.
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The remote courtyard in the Wang clan’s land. The ivy has already retreated.
The sun is shining, the courtyard door is slightly closed, and it is as quiet as ever.
Wang Changxiang ran over excitedly, then slowed down at the entrance of the courtyard to calm down.
Among this year's freshmen at the county college, he and Li Jianqiu were not very impressive when they entered the hospital, but as their studies began, they both got better.
Now they are all among the top ten freshmen in the county college.
Of course he doesn't stop there. He is even confident of passing the next three-county competition.
The future is very good, the future is full of hope,
What made him even more happy was the reason why he rushed back to his clan now.
Yesterday, he completed a difficult task in the county court and was given a bottle of secret medicine. This medicine is said to be able to widen the Tongtian Palace and also have the effect of clearing the channels.
The secret medicine that can widen the Tongtian Palace is of course of great use to everyone. But for Wang Changxiang, being able to "clear the channels" is the reason why he fights to the death.
He was not even sure that the medicine would be effective for Wang Changji. He asked the teacher in the county courtyard, but he only said that it was possible.
But just "possibly" is enough.
That would be great!
Because in the past days, no matter who it was, after checking, the conclusion drawn by Wang Changji was "impossible".
No hope, no possibility.
It was precisely because of this that his father completely gave up on his brother, and Wang Changji himself was disheartened.
There are scenes in the memory of the two brothers playing together at their father's knees. Although those scenes are few, they are precious and worth fighting for.
From the City Daoyuan to the County Daoyuan, he increased his cultivation, broadened his horizons, and saw more opportunities and possibilities.
From "impossible" to "possible", isn't this progress?
He had always felt that his brother was the knowledgeable, tall, and warm person he remembered.
Compared with the short time he spent with his father, he spent more time growing up with his brother.
The father is more of the "patriarch", but the elder brother takes on more of the "father" role.
Even if the whole world gives up on his brother, even if the brother himself gives up on himself, he will never give up.
This is the reason why he has reached this point.
Wang Changxiang couldn't wait for a moment, and the steady mind he was praised for in the past was not enough to help him.
As soon as he got the secret medicine, he rushed home, like a child eager to present a treasure.
Traveling all night, returning home is as fast as an arrow.
In half a day, he rushed from Qinghe City to Maplewood City, faster than a galloping horse.
There was no time to greet his parents, let alone other clan members, Wang Changxiang ran directly to his brother's courtyard.
Stop at the gate of the courtyard.
"Be calm. Don't put too much pressure and don't show too much hope."
Wang Changxiang told himself in his heart.
Because the greater the hope, the greater the despair.
The scene where Wang Changji swallowed the Pulse Opening Pill but nothing happened was already deeply engraved in his heart. He would often think of his brother's desperate look in his dreams at midnight.
If the county and provincial courts are unable to do anything, there is also the national highways and courts. If the National Highway Patrol can't do anything, there are other countries. Even... there is Yujing Mountain.
There is always a future, there is always hope.
Wang Changxiang finally adjusted his breathing, gently opened the courtyard door, and stepped into the small courtyard.
The small courtyard was empty, and there was no familiar figure on the couch.
And right in front of him, in the courtyard, on the green bricks.
"Lying on its back" is an orange cat.
To say lying on your back is not accurate.
Because this fat orange cat was dismembered and fell to the ground.
The cat's head, limbs, including tail, are all neatly arranged. It seems like they can still be put together.
It is Xiaotanger.
Little Orange has a bad temper and a proud personality. It is a fat orange cat that Wang Changji regards as a treasure and takes good care of it.
Wang Changxiang panicked all of a sudden.
His Taoist heart cannot be stable.
Even the Taoist skills were forgotten for a moment, and he stumbled to the back room: "Brother! Brother!"
"Wang Changji!" he shouted.
He vaguely heard a faint response, and the sound seemed to come from Wang Changji's bedroom.
Wang Changxiang ran to the bedroom with all his strength, Daoyuan surged, giving him a steady stream of power.
At this time he finally heard the voice clearly.
That was indeed Wang Changji's voice.
That voice was full of anxiety, irritability, and ferocity...
That was an emotion Wang Changxiang had never seen in his brother.
Even when he tore up his beloved books when he was a child, he just warned himself gently not to do so.
Even when he became an adult and suffered all kinds of neglect and resentment, he just turned around and told himself to let them go.
But at this time, the voice was so harsh, violent, and even desperate.
The voice was shouting——
"Wang Changxiang!"
"Wang Changxiang!"
"Get out of here!"
"Get out of here!"
