There are many secrets in the fairyland.
Some have existed since the beginning of time, while others have only surfaced in recent years, making people wonder.
For example, what is the top of Tianzhou’s thirty-three-layered mountain?
And how was the Immortal Monument on the mountain formed?
Those weird restricted areas, where are their sources?
It is these puzzles that generations of monks have been pursuing.
Among them, there is only one topic that is the most mysterious, the oldest, and the most concerning.
Is there an end to the fairyland, and where is the end?
This is a problem that has troubled the world for thousands of years. Even the giants of the Immortal Realm and the ancient sects are constantly studying and exploring.
"The great road is lacking and the path to immortality has been cut off. Each sect has discovered this problem long ago and is constantly 'looking for a way'."
The old monk's eyes were a little hollow, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He murmured: "To the west of the Western Desert is a desert, an ancient wasteland. The direction is blurred and the scene is chaotic. People who go in never come out again."
"To the south of the Nanling Mountains, there is the Hengduan Mountain Range, which stands like a sky wall, sealing the sky and the earth, isolating everything."
"To the east of the Eastern Territory, the Great Abyss has also cut off all ways out, and there is a great terror inside that no one can cross."
"North of the North Sea, the clear sky is vast. There were once strong men who flew day and night, but found that there were no boundaries. The only possible way out was the deep eye of the sea."
"Above the Tianzhou... Outside the Territory, it is rumored that it was formed by the adsorption of the ancient Broken Continent. But if it is so simple, why is there a fierce void behind the Territory and those indescribable black shadows."
"Jedi Tiantong, there is no way."
"We... seem to be trapped here, so everyone is looking for a way out of this fairyland."
"No, can our place be called a fairyland? No way...hahaha."
Gradually, the old monk's expression became distorted, his eyes trembled wildly, and his smile became crazy. He seemed to be affected by some mysterious power and began to talk nonsense.
Seeing this, Xu Yue frowned, dipped his finger in the tea cup, and then flicked a wisp of cool tea on the old monk's eyebrows.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't cause chaos!"
Xu Yue circulated his spiritual power and shouted loudly, forming the word "zhen" in the air. The sound was like a loud bell, penetrating into the old monk's heart.
The old monk raised his head suddenly, the confusion in his eyes quickly receded, and finally became calm.
"Thank you so much, donor. It's my father who helped me."
The old monk took a deep breath and bowed to Xu Yue.
In the situation he was in just now, he denied himself and the world he lived in. Therefore, he failed to stabilize his Taoist heart and lost his mind.
"No problem."
Xu Yue shook his head, looking at the ripples of tea that was stirred by himself, and thinking about what the old monk just said echoed in his mind.
The two fell silent again. After the tea in the cup had completely calmed down, Xu Yue stood up and said, "Okay, it's almost time. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."
"Donor, you haven't finished drinking your tea yet," the old monk reminded.
"Drink half a cup, and there will be some good tea left. If you have the chance, drink it again."
Xu Yue looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "Or is it that the master has not given up in his heart and still wants to save a very vicious and evil person like me?"
"The donor was joking."
The old monk also stood up, turned around and bowed: "The death of the benefactor is a strange thing in the world. The death of the benefactor is the common enemy of the immortal realm. Such high righteousness is not even matched by the old monk, so how can he save it?"
"Don't put a high hat on me. I had no choice but to do it. After all, if I didn't kill those ghosts, I wouldn't be able to get out." Xu Yue waved his hand, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Donor, there is no need to hide it. Although my way of incense and fire cannot deduce the past and present and clearly determine the causes and conditions like the donor's way of cause and effect, I have still achieved some success in analyzing the nature."
The old monk twirled the Buddha beads in his hand and said calmly: "I just said that the donor's mind is not a very vicious person. Although you say you do it out of helplessness, in fact, you still have the fairyland in mind. For common people, right?"
"Whatever you say."
Xu Yue glanced at him and walked towards the door.
"Donor, wait a minute." The old monk smiled.
"Why, do you have any questions?" Xu Yue turned around and asked.
"Donor, as I said before, you are a person who is burdened with many obsessions and cannot let go. Can you tell me to help you untie your knot?" The old monk bowed again, his expression extremely sincere.
Xu Yue was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "If you can't untie the knot in my heart, maybe the entire Xianghuo Temple can't do anything about it."
"Amitabha, sin."
The old monk looked sad and sighed: "The donor has great ambitions, but I can't do anything about it, but... I have a feeling that there is still a lingering obsession of the dead soul in you. If the donor is willing, can you give it to me to be saved here?"
Xu Yue was startled and thought of the figure slowly falling on the grassland. His thoughts fluctuated and his mood fluctuated for a while.
Finally, he bowed and showed respect for the old monk for the first time.
"Then it will be troublesome, Master." Xu Yue sighed.
"please."
The two of them left the temple and walked towards the medicine field in front of the temple.
Xuanhuoma quickly stood up and looked at Xu Yue and the old monk coming from a distance. He looked nervous and stepped aside.
The old monk glanced at Xuanhuoma, then went straight to the medicine field with Xu Yue, and asked: "Donor, please."
Xu Yue nodded, opened the storage bag, and took out a cold corpse wrapped in spiritual light from a corner inside.
It was Lin Yu who had passed away.
"Master, this is the wife of my late friend, please." Xu Yue whispered.
"Amitabha, it's so good. According to the donor, this couple is actually dead?" the old monk sighed.
Xu Yue's eyes were lonely and he nodded slightly.
The old monk hissed and began to observe Lin Yu, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
"Eh...is it from the Tianzhou Mutian Divine Sect, White Phosphorus Slave Fire?" The old monk said in surprise when he saw the large area of burns on Lin Yu's body.
Xu Yue was speechless, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly arose.
Seeing this, the old monk was silent for a moment and whispered: "I thought I had only a trace of obsession, but now that the body is here, please wait a moment."
"What are you going to do, Master?" Xu Yue asked.
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. Before salvation, this woman's body must be buried."
The old monk paused and then said: "Does the donor have anything else that needs to be buried with him? If so, you can take it out as well."
Xu Yue nodded, took out a delicate green vine from his storage bag, and placed it next to Lin Yu's body.
The old monk looked at this scene, and there seemed to be green smoke floating in his vicissitudes of life, and whispered: "Well, this ivy is inseparable from her obsession. It is really a good thing that the donor can pick this thing." .”
"Master, I'm sorry."
Xu Yue bowed with great solemnity.
