The fire burned for a day and a night, and the entire Lingguan Temple turned into ruins.

It was as if everything had completely disappeared with the fire.

A ray of sunshine, through the morning mist, awakens the dawn.

Wang Zhenren was stunned for a long time, and at this moment, he seemed to have just come back to his senses, looking towards the distant sky, silent for a long time.

Fang Xuan stood behind him, and he also stood stunned for a long time, without saying a word.

"Real ......"

The Sansheng Daoist appeared beside Wang Zhenren, cautiously, and shouted.

At this moment, he was also extremely embarrassed, the clothes on his body were already in tatters, and after a night of fighting, his body was stained with blood.

Wang Zhenren's gaze did not leave Xu's corpse from beginning to end, but only murmured, "How many people died?" ”

The Sansheng Dao Leader was gloomy and said, "Forty-five disciples died, seven or eight disciples were injured, but fortunately, it was only a minor injury, and it was not in the way for a few days to recuperate...... For the rest of the disciples, there are still twenty-eight left. ”

Wang Zhenren bowed slightly, but did not speak.

In this battle, for Lingguan Temple, it was a heavy loss.

As far as the eye can see, the entire Lingguan Temple is ruined, and in the main hall, only the bronze statue still exists, but it has also lost its former brilliance and has become charred and black.

Fang Xuan's heart was full of grief, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

After a long pause, I saw Wang Zhenren pick up Xu's charred corpse, stand up, look indifferent, take a deep breath, turn around, step by step, and walk outside.

"Real people!"

The hearts of the disciples trembled, and they shouted.

"Three lives, three virtues, bury the dead disciples, and the rest of the people will be disbanded on the spot!"

Wang Zhen's figure froze, and he suddenly spoke, but he didn't look back.

Under the dawn sun, his figure became more and more lonely.

Disband?

When everyone heard this, their faces changed.

"Real people, why is that? You...... Where are you going......" Misho Dao Chang exclaimed.

"Lingguan Temple, it no longer exists, where to go, isn't it all the same?" Wang Zhenren smiled bitterly, as if with endless sadness.

Thousands of years of foundation were destroyed overnight.

He had no face and continued to stay.

The light of the ancestors has long since disappeared, and what remains is just that they, as descendants, mistakenly think that they are living in the afterimage of glory.

Rather than that, let it all go away.

"Real person, you ......" Sande Dao Chang's eyes were full of tears, and he said tremblingly: "Real person, as long as you are still there, this Lingguan Temple, we can rebuild ......"

"That's right...... As long as the real people raise their arms and shout, the people of the whole city will help us and rebuild ......the Lingguan Temple."

"Real people don't have to give up......"

"That Xuanwu altar deceives people too much, if you don't take revenge, you swear not to be ......"

All of a sudden, all the disciples spoke one after another, extremely angry.

"Both...... Let's go...... Revenge, I'll get revenge......"

Wang Zhenren's back trembled slightly, did not stay any longer, hugged Xu's corpse, and kept walking, resolutely and resolutely.

Everyone looked stunned, and for a moment, they all froze in place.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart!

Wang Zhenren's heart is already dead.

Since the death of the Xu family, for a whole night, he suddenly realized that all the ancestral glory seemed to have long been gone.

It's just that all along, the Lingguan Temple is still there, and the people of the whole city are in awe of him, so that he has always enjoyed that feeling of being on top, so much so that he blinded his own eyes.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the spirit officer is actually nothing.

This is also the reason why among the seventy-two altars of the Heavenly Master Dao, a small Xuanwu altar, dared to start a war with the Lingguan Temple, and it also caused the Lingguan Temple to suffer unprecedented losses.

Lingguan Temple, all along, has been a joke!

Without a strong wrist and ability, how can the incense of a sect continue?

For Wang Zhenren, he doesn't even have the ability to protect his wife, how can he rebuild a Lingguan Temple in the future?

Even if the Lingguan Temple is rebuilt a hundred times, even if there is no evil Jiao, and there is no impact and challenge from the Heavenly Master's Dao, the ending is already doomed, and it will eventually be wiped out in the years!

Rather than that, let's disperse!

As the head of a temple, if he still stays, in the end, he will only mislead people's children.

These people who follow him may have a different life if they leave the Lingguan Temple, and if they stay here, they will only become ordinary Taoist priests!

After thinking about everything, Wang Zhenren just kept moving forward, from beginning to end, without looking back.

The streets of dawn are a little gloomy and cold.

Fang ...... Amplifier ...... You...... Persuade Wang Zhenren to ......" The Sansheng Dao Elder looked shocked and looked straight at Fang Xuan beside him.

Fang Xuan's gaze was dazed for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, as if he had figured out something, he suddenly took a step and chased straight towards Wang Zhenren in the distance.

Behind him, everyone was stunned, looking stupidly, not knowing why.

Wang Zhenren held Xu's corpse, step by step, in the direction of the city gate.

Along the way, many people watched in amazement.

Many people shouted at him, but he didn't say a word.

At this moment, Wang Zhenren's gaze seemed to be only the road under his feet, boundless, and the Xu family in his arms had already become cold and stiff.

Fang Xuan was full of sadness in his heart, and followed behind him, not bothering him.

The people on both sides of the road, from the original commotion, did not know why, but then suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed straight to Wang Zhenren.

Under the gaze of everyone, the figures of Wang Zhenren and Fang Xuan gradually blurred and disappeared, as if they were completely integrated with this piece of heaven and earth.

……

Out of Tianfu County.

Wang Zhenren held Xu's corpse and came to the bank of the Jishui River.

Soon after, a tall pile of loess was piled up.

After all this, the sun set and dusk, and the day passed like this.

For a whole day, Wang Zhenren didn't say a word to Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan seemed to empathize with him and didn't bother him.

Wang Zhenren stood in front of the tombstone, staring blankly at the words on the inscription, and stood for a long time.

On the horizon, the afterglow of dusk stained the whole sky red, as beautiful as ever.

Suddenly, Wang Zhenren seemed to be sad after all this, took a deep breath, turned around, walked to Fang Xuan's side, hugged Fang Xuan's shoulder, and squeezed out a word in his mouth: "Go!" ”

Fang Xuan was stunned, looked at him, and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Revenge!"

"Revenge?"

"Yes, revenge!"

It was getting dark, and night was falling.

Wang Zhenren and Fang Xuan have already left.

The lonely grave stands on the bank of the Jishui River, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon.