Venerable Mu Ling is not very in charge of things, and he is dedicated to pure cultivation, but his cultivation is said to be higher than that of the sect master, and in his later years, he has been poor in the scriptures and refined divination, correcting many arithmetic theories that have been confused since the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

It's a pity that the aura of heaven and earth is declining, the human kingdom has begun to rise, and the Great Restoration Sect is no longer at its former peak.

No matter how profound the cultivation of the Wood Spirit Venerable, the poisonous hand who has never survived the time, the most common sentence is "time is not waiting for me".

One day, he will sit under the Ask Tree.

The disciples wept silently.

Venerable Wood Spirit smiled: "I'm lucky, if I were born in the next life, I'm afraid I won't have such a chance to leave peacefully." ”

Everyone hurriedly asked why.

Venerable Mu Ling said: "The sect is the same as people, there are ups and downs, births and deaths. I look at the number of Qi in this sect, more than 1,000 years to the end, it is a rare longevity in the world, and there will be many heroes in the middle. ”

Some protégés were unwilling: "Master, the Immortal Sect has been weakened into a Dao Gate, will it disappear with the aura in the future?" ”

"Maybe the heavens and the earth will fall, or maybe it will not be extremely Tailai." Venerable Wood Spirit stroked the trunk of the tree and asked, "Old friend, you know what I want to say. ”

Immediately a leaf fell from the tree, golden red as the sunset.

The Wood Spirit Venerable bit his fingertips and wrote a few words on the wide leaves:

"Yu Huan left home."

"A blind eye."

"East leaves into Kanshui."

Not only is it headless, but it doesn't rhyme. The disciples were confused: "Master, it seems that there is a sentence missing?" ”

Shouldn't the proverb be four sentences? These are only three sentences, and what about one more?

It's so uncomfortable to think about it like this.

"I can't get involved." Venerable Wood Spirit sighed, "It would be nice if Dongli was here, he could also help me participate in business proofreading, maybe I could see more accurately and farther." ”

Everyone shouted, and they didn't dare to answer.

"Although he has fallen into the devil's path, he will wake up one day and come back, and I will wait for him here." Venerable Wood Spirit stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Young people, let them be allowed to make mistakes. ”

The disciples looked at each other, and there was a sentence in their hearts that they didn't dare to say: Dongli is not young anymore, right?

The Wood Spirit Venerable blew on the blade, and a disciple stepped forward and prepared to take it.

After the death of the master and the immortal, these last words are to be offered.

Unexpectedly, the Wood Spirit Venerable shrank his hand, but threw the leaves into the waterhole under the tree.

The golden leaves swirled twice on the surface of the water, and before everyone could react, they sank to the bottom and disappeared into the darkness.

“？？” Everyone was stunned.

Venerable Wood Spirit said lightly: "What kind of hand is stretched out, it's not for you." ”

...... "Who does the master want to give to?" Such an important dying sentence was not handed over to the teacher?

"What will happen to the sect after a thousand years?"

"If you offer a good mountain, you may be able to overcome misfortune, but I am afraid that I will already have a weak heart at that time." The aura of the Wood Spirit Venerable was already a little weak, "Time, life!" ”

He muttered in a low voice:

"It's a pity, with all my life's work, I can only deduce so much. Further back...... It's up to you to do the rest. ”

Another disciple hurriedly asked, "Venerable, are there any immortals in the world?" ”

"Are there still immortal seniors in our sect, are they still in retreat?" The Great Returning Sect is already one of the most powerful sects left down from ancient times. If there are no immortals here, how much will there be left in the world?

However, the Wood Spirit Venerable's eyes were half-closed and he did not answer again.

Only then did everyone realize that he had sat down.

……

Everything in front of me faded into obscurity.

He Lingchuan came back to his senses and found that not only had the perspective changed, but the scenery had also changed, Tianji Peak and Dao Dao Tree were all gone, and he was standing in Panlong City again.

What just happened?

He was standing on the edge of the familiar South Gate Square, and in front of him was the Guluo tree.

"Huh? Leaves discolored? "The Guluo tree has an extra golden-red leaf, just like a small handful of highlights on the forehead of a person, which is particularly conspicuous.

And the Guluo tree has grown again, and He Lingchuan has to look up to see the top of the tree. He patted the trunk of the tree: "It turns out that the leaves of the Daoist tree were eaten by you." Isn't it particularly nutritious? ”

A gust of wind blew, and the canopy of Guluo's tree rustled, and I didn't know if it was replying to him.

At least He Lingchuan didn't understand.

But the golden leaf actually fluttered down and was taken in his hand.

"For me?"

He tossed and played with the leaf, and saw that it was slightly different from the original Ask Dao tree leaf shape, but it was also the size of a palm, and even the veins of the leaf were golden, and there was not a single moth point or scorch on the whole body, which was as exquisite as a handicraft.

Is this a return gift from Gu Luoshu?

"Thank you!" He took the leaf into his arms and patted the trunk again, "It's really sensible, it's not like a big square pot that only goes in and can't leave, and it's lazy to eat." ”

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Early the next morning, He Lingchuan woke up in the big bed of Pan Shan's house and was sluggish for a while.

He actually had other dreams!

In nearly a year, this was the first time he had dreamed of being outside Panlong City.

With tears in his eyes, he thought that his soul would never be able to go anywhere else at night, and he would not be able to dream anything else!

Of course, when he calmed down, he remembered that this dream was related to the golden red leaves of the Dao Tree he got yesterday.

See by day and dream by night.

Did he feed the leaves to the Divine Bone Necklace and eat them, so the Great Square Pot showed him the message contained in the leaves at night?

Good powerful card reader.

Wait a minute, then this dream is still related to the big square pot after all!

He Lingchuan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He can't escape the clutches of others.

However, when he thought back to the dream, he saw an excerpt from the life of the Asking Tree.

The reason why it is said to be an excerpt is probably because the Taoist tree has survived for a long time, spanning three eras: ancient, medieval, and modern, and at least 4,000 years before and after.

It had taken too long and had gone through too many events, and if every bit of information that happened around it had to be shown to He Lingchuan, his divine soul might not be so tenacious and unable to carry the memory of that size.

After dreaming for so long, He Lingchuan also has a little understanding of the tolerance of his own soul - he has always been forcibly trained by Dafang Hu.

Maybe it's the Dao Tree itself, or maybe it's the Dafang Pot, which sifts the most important node information and shows it to him.

He Lingchuan still has an impression of the name of the Wood Spirit Venerable, isn't this the master of Dongli Zhenren?

In the cave under the fairy spirit lake, Dongli Zhenren left a suicide note to confess that he had fallen into the devil's path, and he was ashamed of the cultivation of his mentor Mu Ling Venerable.

Otherwise, He Lingchuan would not have followed this clue and chased him all the way into the ruin mountain.

Fortunately, it's not for nothing.

In his memory of asking the Dao Tree, he saw many immortals, saw the Dao Bone Immortal Wind of many immortals, saw the disciples of the sect who did not eat the fireworks of the world in the era of immortality, and devoted themselves to pure cultivation, and even felt the same happiness as the Dao Tree.

It was indeed the best years for a practitioner.

In fact, the Middle Ages were not bad, the aura of heaven and earth increased and decreased, and the emperor's slurry often came, although the cultivator was unwell, but a strong man like the Wood Spirit Venerable still lived for more than eight hundred years.

His apprentice Dongli lived only 600 years from Zhenren.

After that, the lifespan of demons and humans will be more and more reduced.

Of course, what He Lingchuan really paid attention to was the three words that Venerable Mu Ling wrote on the golden red leaves.

He did not leave it to the sect, but re-voted for the Daoist tree, and the fallen leaves returned to the roots.

The elders said that the human body decays and asks the tree to endure. So, are these few words reserved for future generations?

After all, it is the only one that can survive thousands of years of time and space.

Having said that, whether it is the Wood Spirit Venerable, or the old turtle demon who took away the "Passing Water Collection" written by Dongli Zhenren, the words left behind are all three sentences!

The last sentence is missing.

It's really in the same vein.

He Lingchuan grabbed the divine bone necklace and said:

"Why don't you explain it to me?"

The necklace, of course, ignored him.

When he touched the necklace, he felt something strange in his arms, and then reached out and took it out, hey-

Pull out a golden red leaf.

He Lingchuan was stunned for a long time on the spot.

The leaves of the Guluo tree have actually followed into reality?

Of course, Gu Luo Tree itself has the ability to shuttle through the green underworld, and He Lingchuan also uses its branches to bring nightmares out to play. But it seems to be the first time that Xiaoshu has taken the initiative so much.

Hmm, the blades ......

He Lingchuan rubbed this leaf and remembered that there was a sentence in the words of the Venerable Mu Ling:

"A blind eye."

He put the leaf in front of his eyes, is that how he used it?

Nothing seemed to be blocked except the light.

Even the leaves of the Gura Tree did not have any divine power fluctuations. Except for its beautiful appearance, it is no different from ordinary leaves.

It is hard to imagine that in the past, the masters of the Great Restoration Sect could use the leaves of the Dao Tree to block the divine power of the Great Demon Eye Company.

Maybe this leaf will come in handy in the future.

He casually put in the storage ring, and then failed.

Well?

Can't get in?

Then the servant came to report:

There are guests coming to the door.

He Lingchuan took the leaf back into his arms: "Please let him in." ”

The visitor is less than forty years old, with a long face and a goatee. In short, he is an ordinary person, with an ordinary face and ordinary clothes, and he can't find it if he throws it into the pile.

He reported his name Shan Qixiang, introduced by the lord of Songyang Mansion.

He Lingchuan saw him in his courtyard: "You are the steward of Songyang Mansion?" ”

"Oh no, when the Songyang Mansion rudder opened, I helped out, but I didn't work in the rudder, and it has nothing to do with Songyang Mansion." Shan Qixiang smiled, his eyes narrowed, "The lord saved my family in the past, and there has been contact since then." She said you didn't have anyone to call here, so I came. You can just call me an old man. ”

Li Qingge did say that he wanted to send him someone, but he didn't expect to come to the door so soon.

Before He Lingchuan could ask, Lao Shan handed over a pair of hooks with both hands:

"This is your thing, the hook has been mended, and the lord asked me to send it to you."

This hook was damaged by He Lingchuan when he was catching the snail toad in Zhitian Township, and Li Fubo's hook made of pure gold was hit by the snail toad and the explosion, and it was helplessly broken. Although he still has a spare, it is not as easy as this one.

He Lingchuan took it and smiled.

This thing is also a token, implicitly indicating that Lao Shan was indeed sent by Li Qingge, so that he can use it boldly with confidence.

(End of chapter)