One year ......

Huo Rongdong's body tilted, and his knees snorted on the ground.

"Grandpa the village chief, please think of a way to save him, Qi Ci will be tortured to death if he burns for a year!"

The village chief was taken aback, he saw that this girl had an extraordinary temperament, and she was brought by Qi Ci personally, she should also be an immortal cultivator, who knew that she would kneel when she said it.

He hurriedly pulled the person up: "Little girl, get up quickly, you can't stand it." It's not theoretically that there is no way, it's just that no one can do it. ”

Huo Rongdong gritted his teeth and held back tears: "Ask the village chief and grandfather to solve their doubts." ”

Seeing her sincerity, the village chief sighed, and pointed at the dry smoke in his hand: "You have also seen it, Zhenjun can walk half a mile at most, he is too far away from the holy tree, and righteousness is not enough to burn the barrier poison." ”

Huo Rendong: "What should I do?" ”

"Girl, do you see the black dirt under the sacred tree?"

The soil in the fields of the village is of ordinary color, dark brown and red, and the soil in the nearby mountains and forests and lakes is like this. Only the land near the roots of the sacred tree is pitch black, and somewhat strangely black.

There are no weeds, no insects, no impurities, not only no impurities, but also no stones and gravel, and it is clean to the extreme.

The village chief said quietly: "That is the rest of the soil, it is an innate spiritual thing, and it has abundant earth-based spiritual power, which can be used to raise the holy tree to grow. The soil is self-sustaining, and you can think of it as living, living soil. ”

Huo Rendong thought quickly and had a surprise guess.

"Does that mean that you don't get close to the sacred tree, as long as the son can lie on the resting soil, he can also purify the barrier poison!"

The village chief looked at her appreciatively and nodded: "That's right. ”

Huo Rendong's heart turned back and forth, and after thinking about it, he said firmly: "Grandpa the village chief, I'll dig the soil." ”

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at her: "Girl, the reason why the old man said that this move is difficult is because the conditions are not feasible......"

"First, the sacred tree has a spirit, and we villagers can walk to at most two-thirds of the way, and no one can go under the tree."

"Second, the soil is not an ordinary earth, and once it is removed from the ground, it will lose its effectiveness in a few days and become a dead thing."

"Thirdly, as long as any living creature steps on the soil with both feet, it will continue to sink until the body is completely engulfed, so there are no animals and plants around the soil, girl, it is the land of death......"

As the old man said each word, Huo Rendong's heart became heavier and heavier. She clenched her fists and looked with red eyes at a flame burning not far away, in which there was a figure kneeling on the ground.

She laughed more ugly than she cried.

"Grandpa the village chief, you know, it's not a question of whether I can or not, but I must go."

She had to save him, just as he had done to save her.

Under the holy tree, Qi Ci had been burned for three whole days.

On the first day, he was able to beat his spirits and say a few words to her, showing a smile. From the next day, the sound of breathing in his chest was heavy and fast, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of sweat.

The pain of being burned is not like cutting a sword or slashing, it is continuous and unbearable.

Despite the pain, every time the sun set, he still had to climb back, and a pair of eyes were firmly looking at Huo Rendong's direction.

Even if it was just an exchange of glances, there was wordless comfort in his tired gaze.

He didn't want to worry her.

But everyone knows that it's a hard ordeal.

As for whether Qi Ci can survive until the end of detoxification, it is unknown.

After Huo Rongdong said goodbye to the village chief, he carefully bathed in the cold spring and burned incense, washed his body and changed into white clothes, and walked barefoot to the red rope.

Not far away was a fireball, and from the flames there was a suppressed, painful roar.

Men are like trapped beasts.

The wind blows, and the stone chips on the red rope hit, making a crisp sound.

Huo Rongdong casually opened a stone tablet, which was engraved with "I hope my father and mother are healthy", and the next piece reads, "I hope my daughter-in-law will give birth to a child smoothly." ”

Huo Rongdong's eyes suddenly became hot.

She looked up at the tall sacred tree, where human beings were as small as ants in front of the creations of the Heavenly Dao. They are huge, majestic, and holy, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The villagers of Shengshu Village all stood behind them and watched silently, adults holding children and children supporting the elderly.

Huo Rongdong turned around and saluted slowly: "Thank you for your help." ”

Then, without hesitation, she stepped into the red rope circle and walked in the direction of the giant acacia tree.

At first two steps, she could still hear the voices of people behind her.

'Don't ...... girl'

'Big sister, come back!' ’

Think again. ’

However, as she continued to walk forward, she soon couldn't hear or see anything else, and even Qi Ci's back in front of her disappeared.

She was the only one left in front of her, and the huge acacia tree.

Huo Nindong couldn't remember how long he had walked, as if the road to this giant tree would never end.

The moment this doubt arose, she rushed into an illusory small world.

In this world, Huo Rendong is not lonely, her parents are still alive at home, with a few acres of thin fields to support her, her mother weaves cloth and her father chops firewood, and there is no Han Lu to intervene. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and their lives are ordinary and comfortable.

In the past year or two, Huo Rendong gradually adapted to such a life without contention with the world, and forgot a story about himself in the world of cultivating immortals.

No one can fight against time, she really feels that she is a peasant girl who lives an ordinary life in Xiaocao Village.

Until one day, a villager came to the courtyard next door.

On the day of the move, there was a big battle, and the whole village came to watch.

High-headed horses, household servants.

My father and mother whispered that next door was a rich family who had moved from the big city and came to the countryside to recuperate. This old man is elegant and extraordinary, his wife is beautiful and gentle, and they also have a very smart young master.

Huo Yongdong was only twelve years old that year, she didn't know what it meant to be elegant and extraordinary, and she had the impression that the highest-ranking village chief in the village would also chase her younger son around with a burning stick and scold the streets.

But that evening, when she was picking persimmons at the door of the house, she met a man.

At that time, a ripe persimmon came out of his hand, almost hit the ground, and was nimly caught by the other hand.

"You're the daughter next door?" The voice is clear and good, "When we met for the first time, my surname was Qi." ”

Xiao Huo Honeysuckle looked up in a daze, and saw that the hand that caught the persimmon was slender and white, and the fingers were slender, which made the orange persimmon particularly beautiful.

The person in front of her was more than a head taller than her, with black eyes and a handsome face, and he was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man.

Huo Rongdong thought to herself at the time: What Daddy said is right.

The newly moved young master smiled at her, handed over the persimmon in his hand, and the moment the two hands of one big and one small touched, Huo Rongdong was stunned.

[Want me to save you? 】

[At a young age, you can look good by smiling more. 】

[Fairy, come over and eat, fairy. 】

[You can only cry after I die.] 】

……

The young man's face in front of him coincided with that of a person in the future, with similar silhouettes and the same phoenix eyes, but there were slight differences in expression.

Huo Rongdong's eyes widened, and he slowly opened his lips: "Gong...... Child. ”

The young man in front of him tilted his head: "What's wrong with you?" ”

She remembered who she was.

She turned her head and trotted all the way home, and saw that her father and mother were both working in the courtyard. As for whether their backs were the same as in her memories, she couldn't remember.

The girl stood at the gate of the courtyard and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Daddy, I'm leaving."

My father was chopping wood, and when he heard this, he wiped his sweat and laughed: "Dong'er is always very thoughtful. ”

The mother came out wearing an apron and complained: "A-Niang just stewed your favorite soup, do you have to leave now?" ”

Huo Honeysuckle nodded with tears in her eyes.

Mother came over and kissed her face, with a loving look in her eyes: "Go quickly, Daddy will be waiting for you here." ”

Huo Rongdong showed a smile, tears welled up, and she rushed out of the courtyard without looking back, rushing into the heavy snow outside.

She ran forward in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The wind and snow covered the earthen houses of Xiaocao Village, covering all the footprints along the way.

She didn't dare to look back, for fear that once she turned around, she would never want to leave again.

The little boy in the next room came out and shouted her name from behind.

Love is the most tender quagmire, wrapped in stagnation.

She had to remember that she was the monk Huo Honeysuckle.

She's going to keep going.

There is no turning back.

*

There is an ancient rumor that the sacred tree is the seed of the Heavenly Dao. Approaching it is like looking in a mirror, and all the desires buried in the heart will be revealed.

People have desires, and so do ordinary people, and monks too.

As long as there is desire, you will fall into the sweet dream of the sacred tree. That's why no one can go under the tree.

Outside the red circle, the village chief smoked a dry cigarette in a restless manner, and the surrounding villagers were worried.

"This is a good girl, what if someone dies......"

"I haven't moved for a long time, so I'm not going to die, right?"

The object of their discussion, dressed in white, stood motionless in the middle of the grassy slope, neither advancing nor retreating. No matter how much she called her, she didn't respond, as if she was asleep.

"It's not a problem, or we think about it......" Before a man could finish speaking, he suddenly heard the little daughter next to him scream.

"Daddy, look at it, look at it!!"

All the villagers reflexively looked ahead, and saw that the woman, who had been standing still like a sculpture for a long time, suddenly moved again.

She is determined to move forward, and her steps are steady and calm.

The villagers froze for a second, then erupted in cheers.

The old village chief couldn't help but open his mouth wide, even he couldn't believe it, "The holy tree has accepted a human ...... for thousands of years"

After running through the heavy snow, Huo Rongdong's eyes gradually became clear.

She remembered who she was, remembered her purpose, and even more remembered what she was going to do under the tree.

She snapped her eyes open.

In front of me, there are feather-like pink acacia flowers, and clusters are blooming and falling, which is impressive.

- She had reached the foot of the sacred tree, next to the great roots.

The flowers fell like mist, gently falling in her palms;

As far as the eye could see, she could see the villagers and villages in the distance, but she could not hear their voices at all;

This exhausting road is actually not that long;

The wind was blowing in her ears, blowing her dark hair.

It's like a world away.

She sat on the thick roots of the sacred tree acacia and gently hugged the rough trunk.

When you put your face on it, you have a wonderful, connected feeling.

Huo Rongdong even heard the sound of a pounding heartbeat.

The sacred tree is alive.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly: "I've forgotten what my father and mother looked like, thank you for letting me see them again." ”

"I thought I was pitiful, miserable, and deceived and humiliated, but I wasn't."

"My father and mother love me, my son protects me, and I am very happy."

The branches and leaves of the acacia tree were blown by the wind, as if responding to her gently.

She heard the words of the Sacred Tree—

You are born with the five elements of love;

You also have a natural Dao heart;

Because you're nature's favorite child.

You pick spiritual plants, spirit animals are domesticated by you, and innate spiritual animals are driven by you.

You are a child of Heavenly Dao, and she will always bless you.

Therefore, as a mortal, she has a talent that none of the immortal cultivators have;

The spiritual root that Han Lu thought about day and night was possessed by his scumbag fiancée, who he looked down on;

It's not that she's lucky, it's because of the protection of heaven.