It was noon, but at this moment, the clouds were thick on the Wuliang Mountain, and the rain was raging in the thunder gusts, and it was thunderstorm season again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The white-bearded Taoist looked at Leng Yunhan kneeling in the wind and rain in the courtyard outside the house through the wind-blown door, and there was an imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The wind blew, Leng Yunhan's whole body trembled, he had been kneeling outside the door for three days, from the scorching heat to the thunderstorm in three days, Leng Yunhan knelt quietly outside the door without dripping water.

The Taoist looked at the cold clouds and cold in the rain, slowly closed the door, and retreated to the house to sit on the futon.

"Are you really not going to take him as a disciple?"

The White Whisker Daoist opened his eyes with the sound in his ears and quietly looked at the other self that appeared in front of him, yes, it was another self, because no matter where he looked at it, the person who appeared in front of him was exactly the same as the White Whisker Daoist, except for the black clothes.

"My plans?" Bai Xu Daodao: "Heart Demon, don't you know my plan? You and I are one, and you don't know what kind of arrangement I have. ”

"I just don't understand why you have to test him like this since you already have plans to take him in?" The black-clothed Taoist known as the Heart Demon asked.

"I'm not testing him, this son has lived under my immeasurable mountain since he was a child, and I have long known the roots of his heart, and now this son is controlled by nightmares, I do this to give him time to ease the confusion in his heart, if this son is trapped in hatred and can't extricate himself, then even if he worships my door, it will be difficult to achieve anything, I am afraid that he will die in the end of his cultivation." The white beard Taoist explained quietly.

"Ziyang, you are still the same, thinking about everything so far, then can you consider how difficult it will be if you just let this son comprehend on his own, if this son can't be liberated for a long time, then what should I do?" The black-clothed Taoist said: "Ziyang, although I am just your inner demon, but I can also sense that your limit is approaching, your injuries in the battle a hundred years ago have not healed, and now I am afraid that your ascension thunder tribulation is irresistible, and death is inevitable." ”

"I naturally understand this, a hundred years ago, the merit of the master successfully ascended to the immortal realm, and the demon gate attacked, I and a group of brothers joined forces to resist, although the demon gate was hit hard, but this immeasurable view also survived alone, if I hadn't collected you, I was afraid that I would also die in battle, although I finally survived under the combination of you and me, but that battle also caused my meridians to be blocked, and the qi of Neidan could not be recovered, and I could continue to survive for a hundred years, and when I cultivated and advanced to the time of ascension, it was already rare, even if I died in the thunder tribulation after three years, It's worth it, too. "As for this son, if he cannot be freed from hatred, then I would rather not accept this disciple, lest he cause an irreparable situation in the future and damage my immeasurable reputation." ”

"Ziyang, you are too pedantic, now in addition to the ordinary people under this immeasurable mountain, they also know my immeasurable view, who else cares about the existence of my immeasurable view in the huge immortal cultivation world, and now the undercurrent of the immortal cultivation world is surging, I don't know when there will be a great catastrophe, if there is no hope left before this, then I am afraid that there will be no more immeasurable view in the immortal cultivation world." The black-clothed Taoist sighed.

"Heart demon, there is no need to say anything about this matter, let's look at this son's performance" There is also some worry faintly revealed under the serene face of the white bearded Taoist, if this immeasurable view really no longer remains, even if he dies, he will not say anything to face the ancestors of the immeasurable view.

"It's the seventh day, this son has a tough heart, and he can make it" The heart demon looked at the crumbling cold clouds in the courtyard.

"In the past seven days, I have recited the Taoist Sutra every day, and although the knot in this son's heart has not been lifted, his heart has not been filled with hatred at the beginning, and this son can enter my door."

Looking at the squeaky open door, Leng Yunhan stared closely at the white-bearded Taoist who walked out, and kowtowed, "Master, the disciple is stupid, but the disciple of the sea of blood can't help but revenge, but the disciple is willing to practice Taoism with the master and resolve the knots in his heart, even if the disciple takes revenge in the future, the disciple is willing to retain a glimmer of life, and I hope that the master will guide the maze."

"Get up," said the white-bearded Taoist peacefully.

"Master, please do it!" Looking at the expressionless Taoist, Leng Yunhan said anxiously.

"You can't afford it, why don't you go with me to worship my immeasurable ancestors" The white-bearded Taoist turned around as he spoke, Leng Yunhan was stunned for a moment, and joy surged up, and he quickly got up and chased after the Taoist.

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