Thinking of this, I turned my eyes to look at the handful of people, and at this time, there were also many Xuankong Sect Taoist priests who were raising their eyes to look at me, and in their eyes, I could see hatred and fear.

Hu Qianshu said lightly: "It's normal for them to be afraid of you, but it's only because their cultivation is not high, and their realm is too low."

I retorted, "You can't blame them, you can only blame me, they don't care to help me, whether it's to support the righteous path, their realm cultivation is higher than mine. I'm a freak, no wonder they are."

The corners of Hu Qianshu's mouth smiled slightly, and he stopped talking.

After a long time, Han Qimen got up from the ground, sat cross-legged, and breathed in his luck. The Xuankong Sect Taoist priests in the other crowds are also consolidating their foundations.

The bright full moon still hung high in the sky, and after a while it was hidden in the thick clouds, as if it was moving farther and farther away, quietly away from the world.

Han Qimen's physical condition recovered slightly, and he summoned everyone from Xuankong Gate and ordered everyone to be strictly armed, no longer rest, and survive the night of "July and a half".

Many Xuankong Sect disciples received the order and dispersed in all directions of Sanqing Mountain, and Han Qimen and a few injured Xuankong Sect people returned to their wings and continued to breathe out their luck.

On the way back to the wing, I accompanied Han Qimen, Hu Qianshu, and Han Yingying.

Han Qimen knew that I was very sad and blamed myself, so he said something of relief.

I felt even more uncomfortable and said, "Within a few days, the master of the Han Sect was injured twice for me, and Han Yingying also experienced life and death in this way. This time, Mr. Hu stepped forward again. He has also repeatedly involved many fellow Daoists of the Xuankong Sect, causing them to fall into crisis again and again."

In fact, this time, I personally felt that Hu Qianshu was different from usual, perhaps because I had not had deep contact with him before, and my impression of him stopped on the surface.

Han Qimen said, "Since we are practicing the Dao, we should take it as our responsibility to subdue demons and defend the Dao, and we don't need to be sad. If it weren't for you, someone else, we'd come forward."

I said excitedly, "Ever since I was a child, I have lived in exclusion and strange eyes. Very few people give real care, and in Sanqingshan, I really feel it."

Han Qimen smiled slightly, like an elder touching my shoulder, and said, "Don't think about it this time, stay here."

Hu Qianshu limped to the side, took Han Qimen's words, and said, "I can understand this time, there are too many people who covet you, not only the Scattered Ghost King, but also the weasel. I think it's not just these people who are not ghosts or ghosts, even if they claim to be righteous people or evil people, they also think about you. If you walk out of Sanqing Mountain, not only will you encounter accidents, but if the 'Xuan Topaz and 'Qinglong Pill' fall into their hands, it will be a catastrophe in the world."

Han Yingying also walked with us, and fell into deep thought the whole time, without speaking.

After returning to the wing room, I couldn't calm down for a long time, Han Qimen was right, Hu Qianshu was even more right, it's not just my business, the powerful power of "Xuan Huangyu" and "Qinglong Dan" is related to the righteous path of the entire rivers and lakes.

But one of Hu Qianshu's unintentional words kept echoing in my mind.

"It's not just the Scattered Ghost King and the Brown-capped Weasel, but there are many, many people who are thinking about me."

That is to say, Sanqingshan will face many, many disasters.

Han Qimen was hit hard twice, I don't know how his "Qi Training" and "Shen Training" were consumed, and many Taoist priests of Xuankong Sect returned to Sanqing Mountain from all over the world, and after this war, their situation was also precarious.

Will we be able to survive the next crisis?

Will you be able to survive the next crisis?

When I stay in Sanqingshan, am I selfish, or am I a fellow believer?

These series of questions continue to plague me.

After practicing diligently day and night, and never making a breakthrough, I realized that Taoism and practice cannot be achieved overnight. I don't have the ability to control the "Dead Baby Body" and "Green Dragon Pill" in my body, will I miss and hurt my own people again?

Falling into hesitation and helplessness again, I thought of Han Yingying, thought of her cold palm, and thought of the strength with which she clenched my palm.

I took a deep breath, boldly, and walked to Han Yingying's room, expecting that she was not resting at the moment.

Knock.

"Did you sleep? It's me."

There was a rush of footsteps, and Han Yingying opened the door.

Walking into the room, I subconsciously looked at her room, which was almost the same as the furnishings of my wing, but the antique wing room had a strong smell of perfume and exuded a girl's scent like a small jasper.

Her laptop was opening and setting out on the coffee table.

The screen of the computer shows a Baidu page, searching for the entry "weasel moon worship".

Several books are stacked on the tea table, including Taoist classics such as "Hug Puzi", "Tao Te Ching", "Taishang Induction Chapter", "Qingjing Sutra", and "Nanhua Zhenjing". Among them, the "Nanhua Sutra" was flipped through and spread on the table. I think she was reading this book during this time.

I looked at the book and said, "Have you been reading the Nanhua Sutra lately?"

Han Yingying nodded slightly.

I said, "That's where my name comes from this book."

Han Yingying picked up the "Nanhua Sutra" on the table and put it in front of my eyes, I took a closer look, and the open page was staying on the page of "Getaway". Han Yingying read: "Pengzhi migrated to the south of the earth, the water hit three thousand miles, the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles, and the one who went to rest in June was also. Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other. The firmament of the sky, its good and evil? Far away and far away, evil to the extreme?"

I was a little surprised that the page that had been shelved in the Nanhua Sutra was stuck on my name. With a shy face, I said, "The Nanhua Sutra was written by Zhuang Zhou during the Warring States Period, and the "Getaway" belongs to the "Inner Chapter". My grandfather, my father, their names, are taken from The Getaway."

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