After another halo, Xiaochen and Wang Changlai landed on the hillside again. This time Xiaochen was obviously more focused. When he let go of his mind, he didn't find Murong Longyue's figure. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"Brother Xiao!" Wang Changlai was very nervous, the paper fan in his hand glowed faintly.
After noticing the surrounding situation, Wang Changlai put away his spiritual power.
Xiaochen looked at the valley. The valley now looked exactly like the one in his memory. There were big trees lying down and red-tailed foxes playing around. It was quiet and peaceful all around, with no sign of being disturbed by the war.
And in the valley, there was an old man sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a tattered green monk's robe. He had a wine gourd on his right hand. Sitting on the ground, he looked even more drunk. In his thin and sunken face, there were a pair of pair of pairs of people. Eyes that have lost all hope in the world.
A few strands of long gray hair were scattered from the top of his head, either draped over his shoulders or down his back.
No matter where Murong Longyue went for the time being, Xiaochen looked at the old man in front of him and thought: "That should be the incarnation of the Qingshan Stone Spirit. Compared with the cheerful child in his memory, the old man in front of him is obviously It is extremely decayed, as if it will dissipate into heaven and earth in the next moment.”
It's hard to imagine that the man in front of him once had such great power that could change the world. Now he looks more like a lifeless old man.
"Senior Shixian!" Xiaochen bowed respectfully and said.
Wang Changlai on the side also said the same thing when he saw this: "Senior Shixian!"
No matter what, the old man in front of him is worth paying homage to.
At this moment, the old man raised his eyes with drooping eyelids, looked at the two of them, and said leisurely: "It's been a long time, and no one has come to this world."
"Does what I do have any meaning? My persistence has no meaning." The old man read these two sentences, took a sip of wine, and looked at the two people blankly, as if waiting for their answer.
"Is this... a test?"
This word appeared in Xiaochen's mind inexplicably. It was a riddle left by the mighty to be solved by future generations.
If the person who answers meets what the Almighty thinks, he or she will pass the test.
Xiaochen thought about the two questions given by the old man. With a change in his expression, he looked at Wang Changlai and found that the other person was also thinking deeply.
"It's hard to speak easily at this time. The old man's words should be the final test of this serial illusion array, but how did Murong Longyue pass it?"
"There hasn't been much time between me and her, and now she's gone, so... such a fast time will definitely not be enough for her to answer the questions."
"Is it because she is a descendant of Xiaozhu Village that she can skip this test?"
"If you think about it this way, then the answer to this question lies with the villagers of Xiaozhu Village. In this case, the answer must be directed to Xiaozhu Village." Xiaochen's thoughts moved quickly and he found some answers.
In this illusion formation, time seems to be meaningless. The old man drinks wine one mouthful at a time, but his wine gourd will not be empty. If the picture of the surrounding environment is zoomed out, you can find that the space here appears like water waves. With overlapping patterns in the space, the strength of the old man in front of him seemed to have been greatly weakened, and he was only able to maintain a distance of 100 meters around him.
The sun was shining and the bamboo leaves were fluttering, but the old man was very patient. He was not in a hurry to hear the answers from the two people in front of him. Perhaps none of the answers could heal the trauma in his heart.
Except... that person...
After Murong Longyue landed, he found that he was in front of the platform in the center of Xiaozhu Village. The bluestone in front of him seemed to be dead, with no breath left. His body was also covered with scars, but his huge body did not collapse. Supported by this purple flame.
"According to Mom, this is the final test. The 19th-ranked Purple Mysterious Fire among the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Fires is exactly the same as what Mom described. The coquettish purple color can burn away the attached spiritual energy, making every move extremely dangerous. , and at the same time, your alchemy skills and cultivation can be greatly improved."
"With this mysterious fire, I have the ability to seek justice for my mother!!!"
Thinking of this, Murong Longyue also felt a twinge of pain in her heart, remembering all the things her mother told her before she left, one of which was not to neglect Shi Xian.
"Shixian, this junior Murong Longyue is here to avenge my mother and come here to get the Mysterious Fire. I have offended you so much, I hope you will forgive me!" After Murong Longyue said this, she knelt down and kowtowed to the bluestone three times. Tears also flowed from her eyes unconsciously.
The bluestone in front of her seemed to be still looking at her, and she heard the sound of the breeze blowing through the wind chimes.
Under the crisp sound of wind chimes, Murong Longyue said in disbelief: "Shixian, are you still alive?"
But there was no response. When Murong Longyue saw this, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She had been planning for so long, not only for the Purple Mysterious Fire, but also hoping to have a strong backer to rely on.
At this point, Shixian should have died. Murong Longyue no longer hesitated and looked at the purple mysterious fire in front of her. She had worked hard for three years just for this moment. Although she didn't know the third level How long could the illusion hold back those two people, but she had to hurry up.
Opening an ice crystal jade bottle, a shining golden pulse-protecting pill appeared in her hand.
The sixth-grade elixir, the Pulse Protection Pill, was the most precious thing left to her by her mother. Without any hesitation, Murong Longyue swallowed the Pulse Protection Pill.
Then came the third-grade elixir Fire Spirit Pill, the fourth-grade elixir Melting Fire Pill, and a large pile of thousand-year-old mysterious ice surrounding him.
"The spirit absorbs the fire, and the shell of the body is used as a mysterious fire, but it melts the Dantian and opens up the sea of Dan, giving it a new life!"
After running the Fire Acquisition Technique, the purple fire on the bluestone seemed to be attracted by Murong Longyue. It poured out from the bluestone crazily and was incorporated into Murong Longyue's body. The flames burned on her body. Murong Longyue gritted her teeth forcefully and couldn't help but She let out every scream, but the thousand-year-old black ice around her melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Xuanhuo is in charge, builds the foundation of my Dao, allows the fire to accept the fields, and the Qi breaks through the alchemy sea!"
After saying this sentence word by word, Murong Longyue not only wanted to conquer the mysterious fire, but also relied on this mysterious fire to build the foundation of the Dao and step into the foundation building realm!
In the purple fire, everything seemed to be burned.
After pondering for a long time, Xiaochen was about to speak when Wang Changlai beside him said: "What the seniors did is naturally meaningful. The seniors are the spirits of mountains and rivers. They are born from incense. They live because of the human race and die because of the human race."
"As for the persistence of seniors, if it weren't for the persistence of a large number of seniors like this, there would not be the prosperous human race today. Seniors should not stick to this small bamboo village, go see the outside world, and see the prosperous human race outside. There, seniors will eventually find another human race worth loving and protecting."
"Everything of the seniors is meaningful to the juniors."
After saying this, Wang Changlai looked at the old man with burning eyes. He thought he was right, but seeing that there seemed to be no movement on the old man's face, he couldn't help but frown and thought: "Did I say something wrong somewhere?"
After taking another sip of wine, Shi Xian slowly said: "I am not a human race, so I cannot perceive the meaning of the human race. I am not from incense, so I cannot perceive the kindness of the human race."
"My way was born for the human race, for Xiaozhu Village, and that quiet death is just a calamity of my way, and I don't blame others."
"I have not received any kindness from others. The rest of the human race is just a cloud in my eyes, and I don't care."
After saying this, Wang Changlai was about to continue the debate, but found that his figure began to become blurred, and he was shouting, but no sound came out.
Shi Xian shook his head and sighed leisurely: "This son has no cause or effect with me, why bother to go through this muddy water..."
Xiaochen's eyes changed, and he glanced at the white jade fairy statue with his spiritual mind. He seemed to have a clear understanding, and then said: "What the seniors did is meaningless in my opinion. We monks cultivate Taoism within ourselves, and external help will eventually help us." It’s a small path. I see that none of the villagers in Xiaozhu Village practice Taoism. This is the fault of our predecessors.”
"The laws of nature presuppose the natural selection of things. You just want to survive, but don't fight for it. You just place your prayers on external things. This is not the way of our monks. Naturally, I don't agree with it."
"So senior's insistence is meaningless. Xiaozhu Village may be able to survive in your hands for a moment, but if you are not strong enough, how long can you protect Xiaozhu Village?"
"But the actions of my predecessors are indeed meaningful. They kept their promises and protected the human race. This incident should have been praised by the world. This is where the meaning lies."
After hearing this, Shi Xian glanced at Xiaochen and said: "You sharp-tongued boy, why should I rely on others to criticize my way? Why do I need to rely on others for my work?"
"But one thing you said is right. I was annihilated by the Tao Tribulation because of my lack of strength. I can't blame others."
At this point, Shixian sighed again, and then said: "What a pity, boy, you have no cause or effect with me, why come..."
Hearing this, Xiao Chen was also shocked in his mind, thinking: "Sure enough, as long as you are not a descendant of Xiaozhu Village, no matter how you answer, you will not be able to pass the level. Unless you are stronger than the Shixian, this cause and effect is originally Leave it to the people of Xiaozhu Village."
Then Xiaochen took out the white jade fairy statue from the storage ring.
In an instant, Shi Xian's movements were paused, his eyes showed an incredible light, and he murmured: "How could she be in your hands? How could she..."
"No wonder...no wonder, we have nothing to do with each other, but we meet here..."
Shi Xian smiled sarcastically and said, "You win, junior, you win."
"My fruit has been paid off, paid off...Xiao Zhucun, I'm here to accompany you..."
In the laughter of relief, Shi Xian's figure slowly disappeared, and then a scene appeared in front of Xiao Chen.
....
A golden light fell from the sky and fell in the valley. At this time, the sky and the earth had just opened, and everything was in chaos and could not be seen clearly. In the golden light, a fairy walked out. She looked at the beautiful scenery around her, feeling happy in her heart, and then looked at the open space. The bluestone rising from the ground said: "This seat is called Xuanji. My coming here is of course destined to this place. I should leave some inheritance for future generations."
"Your stubborn stone was originally nourished by heaven and earth, but now it has some Taoist charm. It doesn't matter, I will help you to enlighten the stone!"
Following the fairy's gesture, a golden light shined into the bluestone, and an ignorant spirit was born.
The fairy then said: "Since you have received the cause and effect, you should keep your word and wait in this place until my successor appears in this world before I can return you to freedom. Can you remember it?"
The stone head on the bluestone nodded slightly, turning it into spiritual grace. He knew that it would be difficult to repay it, so he should stand here for a long time, waiting for that person to arrive.
The wind and snow were falling, and the sun was blazing in the sky. I don't know how many years passed. People passed by the bluestone one after another, but none of them was the person he was waiting for.
He watched himself being regarded as a god, and watched the villages gradually gather around him. At this time...a unique sense of mission emerged. He felt that he should protect the weak human race while waiting for that person.
Protect them until the cause and effect is over...
