Dao Mu let himself fall freely, did not resist the wind, and did not let Ah Meng support him.

Poof, poof, poof......

The wind in his ears was endless, and the long hair of the Taoist pastor was like a snake dancing. The sound of breaking the wind could not distract Dao Mu, he silently thought of Mujian Mountain in his heart, and his mind was the magnificent scenery of Mujian Mountain.

I felt that after dozens of breaths, it was not yet finished, and it had gone deep into the canyon, but there was no fluctuation in the surrounding time and space. Dao Mu's mood began to be irritable, and there was obviously light in the canyon in front of him, but he couldn't see the details clearly, and it didn't look like it was covered by clouds and mist.

After dozens of breaths, Dao Mu only felt that half a day had passed, and the scene at the bottom of the valley was still vague, but the wind was blowing more and more fiercely. "Could it be that the posture of the jump is wrong?" Dao Mu muttered to himself, urging the dantian, and the pastoral power boiled with hundreds of limbs, wanting to resist the wind.

Hey, Dao Mu was shocked to find that he couldn't resist the wind, but the pastoral power in his body could only run in his body and couldn't overflow. Ah Meng kicked in the air, mooed and screamed, and lost the ability to control the sky.

Suddenly, an even stronger feeling of heaviness struck, and Dao Mu felt as if he was being grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands. Falling into another layer of mist, the clouds and mist carried cold snowflakes and slapped on Dao Mu's body. It was so cold that Dao Mu shivered, and his neck was uncomfortable.

The next moment, the clouds are cleared, and the details of the scenery are clear at a glance. "Mujian Mountain?" Dao Mu's face was happy, and he subconsciously wanted to stop against the wind, but found that he still hadn't recovered his ability.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Dao Mu struggled to turn around and land on his back. Bang, with a loud bang, Dao Mu fell out of a big pit. Dizzy, with pain and spasms all over his body, if it weren't for the human skin, he felt like a puddle of water.

Moo, Ah Meng shouted and kicked around, impartially, and smashed on Dao Mu. "Whew!" Dao Mu couldn't help but scream in pain, and was about to scold the eighteenth generation of the Cangtian Ancestor, but the person had already fainted to death.

With a creak, the fence door of the vegetable garden opened, and Ah Meng jumped up. I saw that the master was holding a wooden bucket in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, his face was pale and his eyes were half-narrowed, "This little guy is getting more and more skinny." ”

Dao Mu regained consciousness, suddenly felt that the right side of his face was cold, the left side of his face was moist, and when his eyes opened, he saw that he had returned to the top of Mujian Mountain. The master sat on the futon, and the second and third masters were nowhere to be found.

"This time, what do you gain when you go down the mountain?" the master respected the old god, and his words were not hurried.

"Thanks to the teacher's care, the disciple did not die, which is the greatest gain. Dao Mu smiled bitterly when he heard this, and struggled to get up.

The bones clicked, and the pain made Dao Mu tremble, and he gritted his teeth and turned white, as if every bone in his body had been smashed by a hammer.

The dantian moves with his heart, and the pastoral power is like a flood, flooding the muscles and veins, and roaring out of the body. The Emperor's calamity followed the pastoral power, leading to the limbs and bones.

The body is like a bulge, hundreds of millions of pores are opened, the dantian is steaming, the pastoral power turns into a hot pastoral breath and erupts, and the Taoist robe is blown to hunt.

"Can you peel through the fog and find your own way?" The master is like a lifelike statue of a god in a Taoist temple or a temple, no matter the expression or tone, it does not contain feelings.

Dao Mu's eyes swept over the two empty futons in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "The disciple has not yet understood how to go on. ”

"Beast herding, planting herding, shepherd, and even killing herdsmen, are not to your liking?"

Dao Mutou lowered his head slightly, and said earnestly, "Wangshizun, give me some guidance." "After learning that Muxing Town was robbed, Dao Mu has been thinking more about what to learn in order to save Muxing Town.

Hearing this, the master shook his head, there is no hurry, time and chance will allow Dao Mu to find the answer. And don't forget to warn Dao Mu not to be too concerned about Mu Xing Town, with Dao Mu's current cultivation, it is too difficult to get involved.

Muxing Town, has its own fixed number. Zhu Zhishan will not let it be destroyed, after all, it is the soul of Muxing Mountain. Although, this soul is now on the verge of being shattered.

The words of the master did not make Dao Mu feel at ease, just because the tone and rhetoric of the master were extremely empty. The master asked Dao Mu to elaborate on his experiences and doubts.

When Dao Mu spoke, he couldn't take his eyes off it, staring at the master, and felt more and more that the master was a little stiff. I don't know if it's because the second master and the third master are not there.

"It seems that you plan to put all the fate of Muxing Town on the Empress of Thorns?" Master Venerable suddenly interrupted Dao Mu's words, and his tone finally carried a little waves.

When Dao Mu heard this, he smiled miserably and immediately denied this speculation of the master venerable. The Queen of Thorns was originally an accident planted with Mu Xing Tea, and it stands to reason that Mu Xing Tea is her mother. Under the care of Muxing Tea, she thrived and eventually became an elf.

Think about it from another perspective, why don't you be like the Queen of Thorns. Mu Cang Muqing is not Daomu's biological parents, and Muxing Town is not Daomu's hometown.

In the final analysis, it is the sustenance of the spirit, the belief in one's own life, and the light that illuminates the future.

"After the Queen of Thorns became a disaster, although she was stronger than before, she couldn't bear it after all, so it was not a real natural disaster. The master sighed lightly, and from his tone and expression, it seemed that where a natural disaster passed, the dead creatures were not like life. "During her lifetime, she couldn't accept the fact that she was abandoned. After his death, he refused to accept the mandate of heaven, and turned into a supreme natural disaster, benefiting the party. Now, she is actually looking for death, and she is a hundred. ”

Although the master had not touched the Empress of Thorns, he could guess the Empress of Thorns' thoughts through Dao Mu's expression and tone. This is the cliché story of two people who have a similar experience, who are sympathetic to each other, hugging each other for warmth, and longing for self-liberation.

"Fool, death is only the end of a form. ”

"Pain doesn't go away just because you're dead. And it will also magnify, and even spread to your living relatives and friends. ”

"You don't have a sense of belonging to Mujian Mountain?"

The last sentence of the master was like a big hammer, hitting Dao Mu's heart hard, and he lowered his head in shame, not daring to face the eyes of the master who were as deep as the sea of stars.

Dao Mu muttered about the recent encounter with Yijianmen, and reported to the master the recent situation of Mo Guihai.

"When the shadow rat left, give me this corpse to pass the bone. Dao Mu presented the corpse with both hands, his face was ashamed, and he still didn't dare to face the master. "The apprentice remembered the teachings of the master, and did not know the authenticity of the corpse and the bones, and did not dare to read it carefully. ”

Well, the master responded, and with a move of his right hand, the corpse flew into the palm of his hand through the hand bones.

This is the middle finger of an adult man's left hand, the blood from the incision is alive and still flowing, the muscles and bones are white, and the hand feels soft. It looks like it has just been cut down, and it still exudes a faint fragrance of lotus flowers.

This is an ordinary person's left middle finger, but the scriptures engraved on the fingerprint are quite profound. Master Venerable's eyes were half-narrowed, carefully studying his fingerprints, and after a quarter of an hour, his face finally rippled, and he raised his head suddenly, "The scriptures should be true, and this ordinary finger is no longer ordinary." It should have died, but it was alive. ”

"What does Shizun mean ......" Dao Mu looked up, his face full of surprise, and his eyes lit up.

"People cannot be resurrected after death, which is contrary to the principles of nature and subverts the six realms of reincarnation. Even if the body is still alive, the soul has died into a ghost, and it will eventually corrupt the body from the inside out. "How could the master not understand the delusion of the Taoist pastor, "The finger is alive, it is because it has scriptures and Buddha nature blessings. And there are no dead souls, clinging to erosion. Spread out the palm of his right hand, and the corpse flew towards Dao Mu through the hand bones.

Dao Mujie took the corpse and handed over the bones, and wondered why the master returned it to him. The master clearly warned himself again and again not to make taboos.

"In Buddhism, the right hand is matched, the left hand is matched, and the ten fingers are matched. The right hand casts the precepts and forbears into Zen, and the left hand is willing to be strong. The right hand represents concentration, while the left hand represents happiness. The index finger of the master's right hand pointed to the corpse held by Dao Mu in both hands, "For the teacher to look at the hand bones, there is no doubt that it is Du Er himself." The hand bones were returned to you, and the original intention was to give you the chips to trade with the local government. ”

Ah Lian said the same thing. Dao Mu smiled dumbly and bitterly, "Master, you are so relieved of me, are you not afraid that I will learn the evil art on the hand bones?"

"The corpse is returned to you by the bones, and you are left to dispose of it yourself. The master grinned, like an old naughty boy, more like the third master, "Learn or not, it's up to you." Trade with different prefectures, up to you. ”

Dao Mu frowned slightly, and was even more puzzled, concentrating on the scriptures on his fingerprints. The scriptures were obscure, and after only a few lines, Dao Mu felt that the two temples were swollen and painful, as if there was something to be worn out.

Whew, Dao Mu snorted in pain and gasped.

The whole body cramped and trembled, and the corpse fell from the hand through the bones. Daomu hugged his temples and rolled back and forth on the ground. It seems that every inch of flesh in the body has to be separated and separated, and the muscles and bones are fighting each other, and Dao Mu is in pain.

After ten breaths, the pain was relieved, Dao Mu got up slowly, and saw the master smiling and groaning, just like the old third master.

"Not bad, not bad......" Master Venerable nodded with satisfaction, and praised Dao Mu in his eyes, not hiding it, "It can be seen that when you got the corpse meridian hand bones, you really didn't look at it carefully." ”

Dao Mu picked up the corpse and passed it through the bones of his hands, his mouth opened slightly, and the words reached his throat, but he didn't know what to say, and "Gollum" swallowed the words and saliva again.

"Now, you have a solid foundation, why don't you find a situation and verify it?" The smile on the face of the master disappeared, and under the crane hair, although there was no smile, but he didn't want Fang Shi to be so emotionless, the master at this moment was the master that Dao Mu was familiar with.

"Please instruct the Master. Dao Mu sat on the futon and bowed carefully.

"How about the Immortal Fiefdom?" Master Zun stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with starlight, "That is your origin, maybe the path you are looking for has sprouted there, but you have forgotten." ”

"Immortal fiefdom?" Dao Mu frowned and looked sad, that was the hometown that Dao Mu was most reluctant to go back to now, "Master, isn't the sword machine fiefdom good?"

The encounter of the sword machine fiefdom is still fresh in Daomu's memory. When I think about it, it seems like it happened yesterday.

"Children, people, and things all interact with each other. At this moment, the Immortal Fiefdom needs your help. And you, at this moment, also need the help of the Immortal Fiefdom. The master looked at his apprentice with pity, "Of course, if you insist, you won't be forced to be a teacher." ”

Dao Mu was silent, and the surroundings fell into dead silence. After a while, Dao Mu finally agreed sonorously.