In the blue sky, a ray of light rushed through the white clouds and galloped in a certain direction.

The characters in the light gradually appeared, and it was the two Meng Lu brothers.

Luli Daxian endured it halfway, but after all, he couldn't hold back, and couldn't help asking: "Senior brother, I don't understand, why do we have to rush back in such a hurry." ”

Meng Lu didn't speak, just waved his hand and took out the box that the old servant had given before.

Luli Daxian glanced at the box, and his suspicion was even worse: "Big brother, isn't it just a piece of soil inside? Could this still be some kind of divine land? The most sacred thing in the soil is nothing more than bustling, is this soil still related to bustle?"

Meng Lu shook his head: "No, this is a piece of mortal land. ”

"Mortal soil?" Luli Daxian was even more puzzled. "Since it is a mortal land, why is the eldest brother in such a hurry. ”

This time, Meng Lu did not answer directly, but reached out and handed the soil directly to Luli Daxian's nose.

Luli Daxian sniffed subconsciously: "Hey, it's a familiar smell." ”

"This is, the soil of Che Chi Country?"

The three brothers have been in Che Chi Guo for so long, and they are certainly no strangers to the smell of Che Chi Guo.

"Also, there seems to be a rather familiar smell in it. ”

"Of course, you will feel familiar, and this smell is everywhere in our cultivation places. ”

Luli Daxian was stunned: "Big brother, is this .........?"

Meng Lu nodded: "That's right, it's the kind of soil you guessed." ”

The Sanqing Hall where the third junior brother is located is the most vigorous place for incense in the entire Chechi country, and the smell of incense is everywhere, and this kind of soil is the soil that burns incense, and it is born with a trace of incense.

This time, Luli Daxian was quiet.

For Shinto monks, the incense offering is not an ordinary thing, so Wei Zheng directly gave them a piece of soil used by Che Chiguo, the former residence, to burn the incense, which obviously contains a deep meaning.

Meng Lu held the box in his hand, but he had his own thoughts in his heart.

He knew that the Journey to the West Tribulation was coming, and some top monks must have also seen some signs, and giving him a piece of the land of Che Chi Country should not be without the meaning of letting him go back and forth.

What's more, the soil used to burn incense has only one function, and giving him this kind of soil is definitely not for mortals to make offerings to their brothers with the help of this piece of soil.

Other than that, there's only one place where you can use it.

The main hall of the Sanqing Palace, the statue of the Sanqing God!

In this world, anyone who can have a relationship with those few people must not be mortal, which is why Meng Lu is so anxious to rush back.

Jiangzhou, Wei Fu.

When the old servant returned to the mansion slowly, Wei Zheng was already waiting there.

At this time, Wei Zheng was not idle.

Sitting in a corner, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, grinding hard there.

At a fixed glance, Wei Zheng was actually sharpening his knife.

It was not a real knife that was sharpened, but the small wooden knife from before.

At this time, the small wooden knife was much different from before, and there was an extra crack on the blade, which was not deep but a little long, spreading directly from the tip of the knife to the hilt.

Wei Zheng grinded the crack, obviously a wooden knife before, but Wei Zheng grinded very seriously, from time to time there were drops of sweat spilled, and there were already some gray hair, which couldn't stop the serious and persistent gaze of Fen Wai.

The sound of the wooden knife being sharpened was very clear in the silence of the courtyard.

The old servant came to Wei Zheng's side slowly, looked at Wei Zheng, and watched Wei Zheng sharpen his knife as seriously as Wei Zheng sharpened his knife.

For a moment, the picture seemed to be frozen.

But after a long time, the old servant broke this peace: "Your knife can't be sharpened." ”

Wei Zheng didn't seem to hear it, he was still sharpening the knife, and after half a sound, he spoke: "You don't need to sharpen it." ”

"I just need it to get sharper and cut me two more times. ”

The old servant nodded, and fell silent again.

The attitude of the two is very peculiar, and they do not look like normal servants.

The servant does not have the humility of being a servant, and the master does not have the majesty of the master, but is more like two equal people.

After a while, the old servant suddenly stumbled and almost fell, and then lowered his back and waist: "Old, old, look at this old waist." ”

Wei Zheng's movements did not stop, but his expression changed slightly, he raised his head and glanced at the old servant deeply: "Why do you bother, go back and be your god, when you are an immortal, wouldn't it be happy, a quasi-saint, why bother to cut off the Dharma body and stay by my useless side." ”

When the old servant heard this, he stretched his waist, and then smiled faintly: "Then why do you bother, reincarnation for so many lifetimes, if you want to cultivate, you will have already cultivated back, why don't you cultivate immortals, gods, and Taoism, and only cultivate these three swords." ”

Wei Zheng stiffened, his face suddenly became very gloomy, and he said hoarsely: "I'm unwilling, unwilling!"

"What about cultivating back to Da Luo, cultivating back to the quasi-saints, how can I help them!"

"I don't want to live forever, I don't want to live with Tianqi, and I don't want to preach to that step, I just want to use this knife to slash at their bodies, cut them to the point that they hurt, and then, ask them well, back then, why did you treat me like this!!"

"Alas~~" the old servant sighed.

"The resentment in your heart can't be dispersed. ”

"Actually, you and I know that the cause and effect are so big that no one can repay them, not even the dignified ......... I can't afford it. ”

"So, only when you die, that cause and effect will dissipate. ”

"I can't afford it!" Wei Zheng's movements suddenly stopped, and he suddenly raised his head, staring at the old servant with a almost devouring gaze. ”

"I can't afford it! I can't afford it! Just because I can't afford it, you're going to let me die! Where is this from, where is the reason, you tell me! Tell me!" At the end of the words, it was almost a roar.

The old servant shook his head silently and sighed again: "Alas, who would have thought that the good old man back then would become like this now. ”

"That's it, that's it, anyway, you and I have the same purpose, we can be together, watch him bloom, see him blossom. ”

Hearing this, Wei Zheng gasped violently a few times, finally calmed down, then lowered his head and continued to sharpen his knife.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.........

The voice is orderly, not a little fast, not slow at all.

After a while, Wei Zheng spoke again: "Are you really so sure that he will definitely do what you planned?"

The old servant shook his head and nodded again: "I don't know him, and I don't know Buddhism, but I know my senior brother, as long as it is my senior brother, I will definitely do it!"

"You guys are gambling! He was born from your senior brother, but not your senior brother, and his personality may not be the same. ”

The old servant's face suddenly turned cold: "That's right, we are gambling." ”

"Last time, we lost the bet, we lost everything, why can't we bet this second time. ”

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