The light dissipated, revealing an extremely heroic face. He was draped softly in a large yellow and black cloak, and the white jade dragon bone crown on his head shone brightly. The passage of time had not left any trace on him.
Song Yin spread his hands, looked at the small black spots trapped in his hands, smiled slightly, and clenched his fists.
"I"
The door of the Patriarch's Hall suddenly opened a gap, and before the sound inside could fully come out, it suddenly closed again with a snap.
Song Yin's ears twitched, and he subconsciously looked towards the top of Fulongguan Mountain. His eyes were confused, but he quickly returned to normal. He stood up, turned into light, flashed suddenly, and appeared again at the Blood Lake.
Zhang Feixuan just closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a familiar figure. His body was shaken and he almost cried, "Senior, senior brother!"
"Second Junior Brother."
Song Yin smiled and said: "Your place of cultivation looks pretty good."
"Brother, I miss you so much!"
Zhang Feixuan rushed over with tears streaming down his face: "You don't know, we have suffered so much over the years, and there have been disasters everywhere. But I always remember our Jinxian Sect's way of saving people, gritting my teeth and holding on, looking left and right. , finally waiting for you to wake up."
"All these years."
Song Yin said in astonishment: "Junior brother, has it been many years?"
"Senior brother, don't you remember the time when you are carrying out disasters? Ah, it has been thirty years since you started to carry out disasters."
Thirty years.
Song Yin exhaled a breath of turbid air and narrowed his eyes, "The evil devil is delaying my time and leaving me in chaos, that's all. I have been in three realms and escaped disaster, and I will never miss it again from now on."
"Senior brother, is it too long for you to carry out the disaster? I heard from the master that an ordinary Qi practitioner can carry it out in ten and a half months. You are a great immortal." Zhang Feixuan has asked for a long time.
He has been holding this issue back for thirty years.
Even if you have the qualifications of a great immortal, this time is too long, many times that of an ordinary cultivator.
"That's right."
Song Yin nodded and said: "I am a great immortal. In fact, if I can withstand the disaster, it only takes a moment, and I will be fine at the beginning."
"ah?"
Zhang Feixuan was stunned, "Then you."
Song Yin smiled and said: "I discovered some clues. It is easy for me to withstand disasters, but to deal with disasters in the human world, for the past thirty years, I have just peeled off the cocoons and used magical powers to avoid the disasters in the world! From then on, those evil gods You devil, don’t let me deceive my people again!”
Passing through the second realm and the third realm, the disaster is the harassment in the sea of chaos. If it were an individual, Song Yin would have been broken by him long ago.
But he discovered something strange in this disaster.
That is, the mortals in the Daqian Land also have "disasters" themselves. Although they are very weak, they will still be remembered by the evil gods and demons.
What he can 'see' in the sea of chaos is that the human spirit is now protected by a mountain. It must be the Master's Dharma. However, the mountain is easily separated, but the chaos outside the mountain is still surrounding it, trying to find a gap. Get in there.
That kind of aura is exactly the same as the disaster he has to bear.
That is a 'disaster' that belongs to mortals.
But why should mortals suffer disaster when they have done nothing?
If ordinary people don't practice Qi, live forever, and don't violate the common sense of the world, why do they still have to bear disasters?
It was not a message from God, nor was it the common anger of humans and gods. It was just a simple disaster, like those evil ways, something that was inflicted on mortals for no reason.
Song Yin can understand that there are disasters for Taoist cultivators. Taoist cultivators are meant to cultivate immortality, which is against human longevity. If there is a disaster, they will bear it. If they cannot bear it, they will die.
But why do ordinary people have such things?
What they want to believe is that hard work will be rewarded, and there is no need to add anything else to it!
What Song Yin has to do is to strip away all the disasters and calamities of mortals!
But it won't take thirty years just to strip it off. After all, these are just the people of Daqian now, but they can only live in the three realms once. What if the number of people in the future increases and other regions are saved?
Since it is the gift of a great immortal, it is natural not only to look at the present, but also to look at the future.
Song Yin smiled and said: "So I thought about creating a magical power that would prevent mortals from carrying disasters from now on. Only in this way, as long as I include the people of Daqian, there will be no disasters from now on, and everything will be managed by humans. , people will take care of it, no other things are needed.”
"As long as people are under the management of Daqian, their disasters will be automatically suppressed under Fulong Pass. In this case, there will be no need to worry about it in the future."
"Fulong Pass"
Zhang Feixuan looked surprised, "Isn't that the master's Dharma image?"
"yes."
Song Yin said: "Master, he is compassionate. Since he uses Fulong Pass as a Dharma sign to block evil spirits for mortals, there is no problem in suppressing disasters along the way."
After that, he sighed: "It's just my incompetence. At first, I wanted to use the sun to dissolve it, but the evil god and demon are immortal and cannot be dissolved, so I can only suppress it. But I don't have this effect, so I can only suppress it." I can rely on my master now.”
"Master himself has the effect of suppressing evil spirits. If he suppresses it more, he can also use the power of faith more. He can achieve multiple things with one stone. There is nothing wrong with it."
That is to say
Zhang Feixuan looked strange. The aura he sensed just now from the Patriarch Hall was not fake.
It’s just that senior brother came out faster?
"Senior brother is right." Zhang Feixuan cupped his hands.
"Who are you.?"
Song Yin stopped laughing and then looked at Liu Shenxiu who was a little dazed at the side.
"See the great uncle!"
Liu Shenxiu reacted and bowed to the end, "My name is Liu Shenxiu. I am the master's true disciple and now the senior brother of Hongchen Peak!"
"oh?"
Song Yin showed a smile and said to Zhang Feixuan: "We have opened a second generation, right? You have accepted disciples. Okay, that's great. It shows that our Golden Immortal Sect is flourishing."
"I got it by chance." Zhang Feixuan said with a smile.
"Um"
Song Yin thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and a small green thing with two heads protruded from the palm of his hand, as if he were using his palm as water, and his lower body swayed in the palm, as if he was dragging something.
Soon, the little thing pulled out a ball of light from the palm of his hand.
The light was held by Song Yin and formed a fan.
"It's our first time meeting you. As a junior, I don't have anything to give as a gift. I just made this at random. Since I learned the blood elixir method, I think you are somewhat similar to your second junior brother, so I'll use this." Song Yin said.
"this"
Liu Shenxiu was stunned for a moment, but soon he saw Zhang Feixuan's expression was wrong, as if he was a little jealous?
Subconsciously, he took the fan faster than usual, bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"Senior brother, isn't it a bit expensive? This kid is not old yet, how can he use such a magic weapon?" Zhang Feixuan was naturally jealous.
What a joke, except for a tiger skin shawl given by his previous senior brother, he never got anything.
The alchemy furnace does not count, it is used for cultivation and everyone has it. He does not have this specific one.
How could he have such a cheap apprentice?
No, let him keep it for later.
(End of chapter)
