Just like Nalan Ruoyu, Li Xiuyuan's little hand instantly covered the mouth of the female saint of Meishan.
Seeing Yun Tianhong's uncomfortable look, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Mortals have eight kinds of suffering, and saints... seniors must not miss the moment of hearing the Tao."
A crystal clear, big tear slipped down from Yun Tianhong's face.
Silently swallowing the sip of spiritual tea in his mouth, he just shouted: "Senior Brother..." and was speechless.
Holding the spiritual tea in his hand, he drank it one mouthful at a time, as if he were drinking the most bitter and poisonous potion in the world.
The old monk held the spiritual tea in his hand and stared blankly at Li Xiuyuan in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly: "Senior, drink tea while it's hot."
The old monk nodded, took a sip of the spiritual tea, and then covered his mouth tightly like the old man Meng Shentong before.
Two lines of saintly tears fell...
I don't know whether it was for the junior sister who I was infatuated with back then or for my wasted life. Even if I became a saint, I was still a little unsatisfied.
Who says that saints have no worries?
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan filled the cups of the two saints with spiritual tea, sighed, and said, "You are all saints, why do you still carry that little self-esteem?"
"Senior, I once persuaded my nephew to return to secular life twice, and finally he became a mortal. Don't let Senior Yun wait in vain..."
This sentence was what Li Xiuyuan muttered to himself.
He also didn't expect that it was just a cold plum from a different world, condensing the power of heaven and earth, the divine spring of the Netherworld Divine River, plus a spiritual tea of the divine light of heaven and earth...
It actually allowed three saints from the Xuanwu Continent to hear the Tao, and even allowed his master to see the opportunity to become a saint.
Silently, looking at the void outside the window, Li Xiuyuan sighed: "Master, I miss you."
The old Taoist priest walking in the mountains looked at the old monk who was bending down to farm, and couldn't help but smile: "Just let those children do these things."
Lao Shang shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "That can't be done. Your precious disciple is already a teacher of a saint, but I even despise farming. That can't be done."
The old Taoist priest laughed: "He transformed into starlight and wandered around the heavens, and he did countless things."
The old monk thought for a while and replied: "Did he have some insights between life and death under that yellow sand? That's why he went to the place where he once heard the Tao?"
The old Taoist priest nodded and said seriously: "Such training is a very difficult experience for anyone."
The old monk sighed: "The fragrance of cold plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. He realized the truth between life and death."
The old Taoist priest waved his hand and walked down the hillside.
He replied: "He has repaid the kindness of the two masters and the kindness of the two saints. It is very good."
In the Yaoguang Hall, the two saints were quietly enlightening.
Li Xiuyuan, who was in a daze, heard a sigh from his teacher Meng Shentong.
A burst of golden light filled the hall. Looking up at the old man in front of him, Li Xiuyuan was stunned and speechless for a moment.
I saw the wrinkles on the old man's face disappeared in the golden light, and his white hair was gradually turning black.
The old man now became like the headmaster on Tiandao Peak. He was instantly full of vitality. No, he should be rejuvenated.
Looking at the old man who slowly opened his eyes, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "Congratulations to the teacher for hearing the Tao again."
The old man smiled bitterly, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with emotion: "I thought that I would never be able to break through another level in my life, but I didn't expect..."
Li Xiuyuan was startled and asked quickly: "Is it possible that the teacher is going to go through the tribulation?"
He still doesn't know the realm after the saint, and the old Taoist priest has never told him about it. If the old man wants to go through the tribulation now, he may disturb the master in the cave.
He nodded, then shook his head.
The old man replied: "After you leave, I will leave Tianyun Mountain and go farther away... Xiuyuan, thank you for the opportunity you have brought to me."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and pointed at the two saints in front of him to introduce them.
Regardless of the dumbfounded old man, he got up and went to the Yaoguang Palace to find two small jade bottles.
He put some spiritual tea and cold plums from the Snow Mountain of the Tang Dynasty into it, which was also the second cold plum spiritual tea he made.
In his opinion, such spiritual tea is enough for Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli, as well as Chen Xiaoyan, Wang Qiang and others from Zhufeng.
After all, he didn’t have much of the last spiritual tea.
Then he handed one of the two jade bottles to the old man, and carefully stuffed the other into Yun Tianhong's hand.
Looking at the old man, he said: "Teacher, please give this spiritual tea to my master. After she has overcome the tribulation, she will give it to my junior sister and others. Whether they can hear the Tao depends on each person's luck."
Then he pointed at Yun Tianhong and said: "Teacher, please tell the female saint of Meishan that this spiritual tea will give him an opportunity to hear the Tao of Buli monks by the Tongtian River..."
He couldn't care about more people at the moment.
Because he has sensed the call of the stars above the nine heavens, he is about to transform into starlight and leave the Xuanwu Continent.
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The old man trembled, reached out to hold his hand and asked, "Xiuyuan, how many more years do you want to travel in that world?"
From Li Xiuyuan's eyes, the old man could feel the sense of separation and reluctance to leave. Even he had no choice but to leave his disciple behind.
"I don't know either."
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Now that the teacher and these two saints have a cause and effect, I won't be lonely in the future."
The old man sighed and smiled bitterly: "You can't even meet your junior sister, Wang Qiang, Ping An and others?"
"No, I want to stay too..."
While Li Xiuyuan still spoke, he turned into little stars and flew towards the sky outside the window.
A dazzling light appeared in front of the old man's eyes, rising straight into the sky and leaping towards the seven stars in the night sky.
He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Xiu Yuan, you are the legend of Xuanwu Continent."
That night, the old man sat guarding the two enlightened saints until dawn.
It wasn't until the morning sun rose in the sky that Yun Tianhong sighed faintly, looked at the old man in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Oh, fellow Taoist, you've made me laugh."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the jade bottle in his hand and became stunned.
He looked at the old man in front of him and asked, "Where is your precious disciple?"
The old man smiled and replied: "Of course he has returned to the past. I can't keep him. The spiritual tea in this jade bottle is a little different from what you drink. It is said to be for the two children by the Tongtian River..."
Yun Tianhong sighed after hearing this and chuckled: "One of those two guys is my senior brother's disciple, and the other is my future successor. I didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to be so careful..."
"Good..."
The old monk opened his eyes, sighed and said, "I'm really happy to see my fellow Taoist today..."
The old man laughed, and after seeing the two of them separately, he replied: "My disciple has a deeper relationship with the two Taoist friends. I have chosen your successor long ago..."
Pointing at the jade bottle in Yun Tianhong's hand, he said with a smile: "With this Hanmei Lingcha, it will no longer be a difficult task for the two guys by the Tongtian River to turn into mortals."
Yun Tianhong nodded and said seriously: "That girl Yuzun is in the cave on the Bamboo Peak. I don't know how long it will take her to survive the catastrophe of five people and five declines."
The old man nodded and replied: "Please help me, two fellow Taoists, and leave this matter to me..."
Yun Tianhong thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "After she has overcome the tribulation,... the saint will be born, and I'm afraid she won't be able to hide it from the other three holy places."
When the old man heard this, he immediately said seriously: "If you can't hide it, there's no need to hide it."
In his opinion, Nalan Ruoyu could be used to intimidate the other three holy places. Anyway, there are currently no saints in the four holy places.
If a saint from Tianyun Holy Land is born, I am afraid that in the next hundred years, no one will dare to come to Tianyun Mountain.
After the old monk and Yun Tianhong drank two courses of tea and hurriedly explained some things, they decided to leave.
Looking at the old man, he smiled bitterly and said: "We are just like you, we can't stay longer, we have to go back and find a place to survive the tribulation... After that, we will come to Zhufeng to have a few drinks with Taoist friends."
The old man laughed and said: "It just so happens that there is still some spiritual wine that my disciple brewed back then. I will keep it and drink it when the two Taoist friends come."
Yun Tianhong thought for a while, looked at the old man and ordered: "Don't give this spiritual tea away easily..."
The old man said sternly: "My disciple has told me that I only give him the junior sister and a few children who he can't worry about."
Yun Tianhong breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lao Shang and said, "Senior brother, it's time for us to leave."
The old monk stood up, clasped his hands and said, "Don't let anyone go to the back mountain to disturb her... Goodbye."
Seeing the two saints disappearing into the Yaoguang Hall, the old man looked at the back mountain of Zhufeng with his spiritual consciousness, and nodded at Nalan Ruoyu who was sitting in the cave.
Within a few years, the owner of Bamboo Peak would no longer be the Venerable.
But it’s time to change to the female saint of Zhufeng.
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In the desert, among the rocks, beside the box trees.
Li Xiuyuan was awakened from his dream by a ray of skylight. When he opened his eyes, he saw a few foraging birds standing on the branches of the boxwood tree, chirping incessantly. .
Yao turned over and took out a handful of spiritual rice and placed it in the yellow sand beside him.
He smiled and said: "Come on, after finishing this meal, I want to go back."
When the birds saw him, they were not afraid of him. They flapped their wings and flew down the branches, flying in front of him to grab the spiritual rice in the yellow sand.
This is a treasure that is not available in this world. You cannot miss it.
Li Xiuyuan took out the kettle and took a few sips, then looked at the scorching sun in the sky and smiled proudly.
Even the female saint Yun Tianhong and the old monk from Meishan came to Zhufeng. It seemed that Master Nalan Ruoyu had nothing to say about how to overcome the tribulation after hearing about it.
In a few years, Zhufeng will have its own saint.
This sudden storm almost killed him, but he never expected that after experiencing life and death hardships and enlightenment, he would actually return to the Bamboo Peak of the past.
It’s an incredible thing to think about.
Under the shroud of spiritual consciousness, the grotto was still several miles away, so I could only walk back slowly.
The bird in front of him finished eating the spiritual rice on the ground, and looked at the young man in front of him without leaving, as if he wanted to follow him.
Li Xiuyuan put away the kettle, stood up, patted the yellow sand on his body, smiled at the birds and said, "You have to find worms for yourself, unless you can transform now."
After saying that, he strode forward. The bird finally took a bite of spiritual rice and refused to leave.
They followed him one after another, and even the bold ones flew up to Li Xiuyuan's shoulders and pecked his clothes.
Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to pay attention to these little guys. He remembered that when it was snowing on Tianshan Mountain, he often fed the birds that couldn't find bugs.
In another world, the birds here are still greedy.
However, at this time, he was thinking about those guys who came to trouble him yesterday. Where would they be at this time?
Just when his consciousness had seen the young monk getting up early in the grotto, he followed the old monk to the main hall for morning lessons.
There was a mist looming in the yellow sand ahead, and not far away, a fat man came towards him.
The fat man in the yellow sand was obviously stunned when he saw the young man not far away from him. In this vast desert, it was rare to meet a pedestrian, and he laughed after just one glance.
This is really a place where you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all to get there.
I just thought it was a miracle that I could survive that terrifying storm.
Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him miraculously survived like me.
Li Xiuyuan felt a killing intent from the fat man not far away. Before he could think about it, he saw a cold sword light coming towards him...
