After a few rounds of sharpening in the chamber, he finally walked towards me with a boning knife, and at this moment my hands were still not fully regained.

But it can barely be lifted.

The moment the murderer walked towards me, I was determined not to wait so willingly to die, even before I died, I would take off the mask on his face to see who he really was.

If you become a ghost after you die, you need to know who you should take revenge on.

With the mindset of seeing death as if it were home, I raised his barely able to move right hand without him noticing.

The blow was unbiased, just taking off the mask from his face.

The scene in front of me made me completely stunned in place, and for a moment I was in a cold sweat, and every pore was shrinking sharply.

"Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry. ”

After the mask on his face was removed, he seemed to have lost all his confidence all at once, and hurriedly took several steps backwards, and even the knife in his hand almost fell to the ground without holding it steadily.

My eyes widened and I could hardly believe that the face under the mask was actually the little Taoist priest who had called me to get up and eat.

At this moment, his immature face still retains the appearance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, but the clothes on his body are bloodstained.

Coupled with the scene in the main hall before, I could barely associate it with that perverted murderer who suddenly appeared.

"I'm sorry..., I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to."

"My parents have a terminal illness, which cannot be cured in the world, and I need to refine the elixir according to the Taoist method to make them immortals."

"Woooooooooooooo

I was stunned for a moment, at a loss, looking at the little Taoist priest in front of me, my heart seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, a little surprised, and a little unbelievable what he said.

"You are a Taoist priest, how can you have parents?"

When I was about to spit this sentence out of my mouth, I swallowed it back raw.

Taoist priests are also human beings, how could they not have their biological parents before joining the church, but I never expected this ending in front of me.

"You want to use other people's lives for the sake of your parents' lives?"

I leaned against Da Ding with a pale face, knowing that it might be hopeless to escape from here alive, and it might be a good thing if I was willing to make a medicine.

In this way, I can also get out of reincarnation earlier, but can I really practice the elixir that makes people become immortals?

The strange words "immortal" and "reincarnation" filled my mind, and I couldn't help but recall the nightmare that had been deeply haunted all along.

Are those experiences really something that happened in my previous life?

The uncle of the tomb robber that Xiao Nan wanted to find until he died was actually my past life.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Woo woo, the doctor said that they only had two months left to live, and I just remembered that there are many methods of refining elixir in Taoism. ”

The little Taoist priest in front of him didn't even dare to raise his head after being exposed by himself, and his face was faintly shining with tears, proving that what he said was the truth.

I never dreamed that I would actually fall into the Dao of a child, and if nothing else, the other little Daotong had actually died in the hands of Li Daochang before he went out.

Ancient Taoist alchemy requires a lot of heavy metal substances, and if I am not wrong at the moment, what is boiling in the big well behind me is all kinds of metal liquids and the corpse of that little Taoist priest.

For a moment, I felt that something had penetrated into it, and if a person had concerns in his heart, how could he get out of samsara and achieve eternal detachment.

The same is true of the little Taoist priest in front of him, and so is himself.

In the end, he still put on the mask of Monkey King, and kept muttering sorry in his mouth, but forced me to jump into the ding with a knife.

The pungent smell of metal permeated the Dading, and by this time I had been stripped naked, like a dehaired pig thrown into a pot of boiling water.

The child he had brutally murdered had also been stripped naked, and was now leaning on his side, his immature face bleeding from all over the place, and his eyes staring at me with wide eyes.

The white mist in the big ding, as if there was really a fairy aura surrounding, accompanied by the mysterious Taiji diagram on the ceiling of the secret room, for a moment I seemed to return to the scene when I was meditating on the futon.

The word "becoming an immortal" lingers in my mind, and it seems that the final result of Taoism is to become an immortal, but history has never heard of a master who has escaped the cycle of life and death.

Could it be that becoming an immortal is also a lie in Taoism, and with the bursts of burning pain from my skin, I was almost torn to death in pain.

The little Taoist's crying echoed outside the ding, and I don't know if this can really refine the elixir, if this method can also be successful.

I am afraid that the kings in history have already lived a long life.

Lu Dongbin with a sword, Tie Guan Li with a cane, these once well-known immortal patterns were all hung on the wall of the secret room at this time.

I watched as if they were in a fairyland, and they all flew out of the wall and twisted a little bit as the Taiji diagram on the ceiling overhead swirled.

At this time, there are only two words in my mind, that is, "become an immortal." ”

Until purple qi appeared in front of him again, the old man riding a green ox swam over from a distance little by little.

Behind him, the purple qi was full of fairy mist, but I couldn't see the face on his face clearly, I seemed to be a step away from him, but it was as far away as between the mountains and the sea.

"Is that Lao Tzu, the ancestor of Taoism?"

Legend has it that Lao Tzu sent a letter to Guguan in the west, and the purple gas was vast for 30,000 miles, and the purple gas came from the east in ancient times, which was a sign that he was about to become an immortal.

At this moment, he seemed to float high into the air like an out-of-body soul, and under his feet was the big ding soaked in his body, and the mist filled the entire narrow secret room.

And the murals on the walls seem to be all alive, little by little towards the big ding.

At this moment, I knew that this must be my own hallucination, and the various heavy metal liquids boiling in the ding made it difficult for people not to be poisoned.

But how do you explain the illusion that arose in the secret room last night?

With the rapid rotation of the Taiji diagram in the mural overhead, I couldn't help but wonder again.

Is the end of Taoism really a pure land for capable people to become immortals?

Until the aura in front of me suddenly changed, I felt as if I was in an unprecedented environment again, but this time it was not in hell.

Rather, it was on an ancient and grand tomb hall.

Rows of lanterns are placed around it, illuminating the dusty hall.

At the end of the main hall stood a sarcophagus and a stone chair.

At the top of the chair sat a figure, dressed in a dusty brocade robe, his eyes slightly closed as if they would open and be resurrected at any moment.

At this moment, a few strange words suddenly appeared in my head, and these words converged in my mind like a string of beads.

"Bashu, Yelang... Eight-eyed Celestial Venerable. ”

At this moment, I suddenly opened my eyes in Dingli, and vaguely seemed to notice something?

This time I felt different from the past, and the words that came to my mind seemed to guide me to where I should go in the end.

I suddenly came to my senses, and I repeated these words over and over again, as if someone had told me these words in my head.

It's a feeling that is difficult to explain scientifically, and even I don't know it myself, but these words not only appear out of thin air, but also give me a great inexplicable shock in my heart.

I stared ahead with wide eyes, like a guided cultist, seeing the final light in the midst of a moment of confusion.

The ultimate secret must be related to these words, I can't just die like this, I'm not reconciled.