Lin Zhize raised his head slightly, and the dazzling light made him dizzy in front of his eyes.

After months of detention in the cave, his eyes had lost their ability to adjust to light.

Lin Zhize closed his eyes, and only opened them again after a long time, and as his pupils contracted, he gradually adapted to the changes in the light outside.

Lin Zhize walked towards a hillside, where there was a spring.

He held the clear spring water in his hand, washed it, and then took out a knife and cut off the long hair on the right side. However, the hair that covers the left side of the cheek has been retained.

Lin Zhize stared at the knife in his hand, and pressed his outstretched finger on his left cheek, and suddenly pieces of fish-like things were torn off.

Lin Zhize had tried very hard to tear them apart, but every morning when he woke up, they would grow back. And it's even heavier than yesterday.

In the end, Lin Zhize had to give up tearing and let him grow, and at this time, his left cheek had turned into a half python face. If he hadn't been covered by his long hair, I'm afraid he would have been a half-human, half-demon monster in the eyes of outsiders. Lin Zhize didn't know why he became like this, he hated himself very much, but he didn't have the courage to commit suicide. Especially when he remembered the so-called, illusory mission, he couldn't do it.

That mission comes from merging with the other half of his body. That white-bearded old man was his life's wish, and it became Lin Zhize's mission. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't disobey it.

Lin Zhize was very helpless, half of it was a python, and half of it was the so-called mission. And what is yourself?

At the moment, however, no one seems to care about that.

For example, this time he was released, and it was the means that Master Mo used to threaten Shizun that made him agree to teach his exercises again.

Lin Zhize knew very well that they were not interested in themselves, but the white-bearded old man in their bodies.

And the reason why Shizun hates himself is also because the other half of the python in his body exists.

Lin Zhize's fate seems to be caught between them and cannot extricate himself, until he is completely swallowed by them, and without self, maybe they will be truly satisfied.

Lin Zhize was in a very low mood, staring at the broken hair of the bone knife in his hand, and threw it into the pool casually.

However, after being silent for a long time, it seems to make a break with the past self.

From this moment on, Lin Zhize is a new self and is no longer swayed by anyone.

He is truly the owner of this body.

Lin Zhize's eyes flashed with a touch of determination, and he strode towards the Taoist temple.

Today is the day when Master Lin respects the new acceptance of him to return to the school, but Lin Zhize does not have any excitement in his heart, but is extremely calm.

He strode towards the peak, each time he ascended the stone steps, the color of blood on his body diminished.

As he stepped up to the stone door, the last of his blood vanished.

Even the mottled sebum on the left cheek has fallen off, but the left eye still can't return to normal, and it's still a python eye.

Through the strands of black hair on his left cheek, the dark green eyes were radiating a demonic luster.

Lin Zhize didn't deliberately hide it, so in front of the stone gate, almost all the disciples saw this clearly.

Then a series of discussions erupted in the crowd, and there was no need to distinguish them, Lin Zhize clearly knew what they were talking about.

Lin Zhize had long been accustomed to this, and he kept moving forward with firm steps until he came to the middle of the Taoist temple, in front of the huge Sanqing statue.

At this time, Master Mo and Master Lin, as well as another strange old man, all turned their eyes to him.

There is shock, regret, and a hint of encouragement....

As for why they have such emotions, Lin Zhize can't think clearly, and he doesn't want to understand.

They never cared about themselves, so they didn't need to care what they thought.

Now for Lin Zhize, cultivation is the only thing.

Not for others, just for yourself to be able to become strong enough to live with dignity with your own strength.

Lin Xuanxun turned around slowly, his cold gaze stared at Lin Zhize's cheek, and there was nothing but indifference in that look.

He said coldly: "Lin Zhize, from today onwards, I will start teaching you the exercises again, but you and I are not in the name of master and apprentice, you are just passing on the exercises on my behalf, do you know?"

Although Lin Zhize had already expected such an ending, his heart was still a little tingling. His cheeks twitched for a long time before he raised his head, and said in a resolute tone: "Disciple remember, if you leave Qingyun Temple, I will never call you a master again."

Lin Xuanxun's eyebrows trembled slightly, but they were quickly covered by a serious expression. He slowly walked up to the high platform, and from the statue of Sanqing, he took out a jade slip with an extremely solemn expression, and bowed to the sky three times. Then he turned to Lin Zhize and said: "This is the Sanqing Dao Venerable Technique, which is the secret of the Spark Inheritance of Qingyunguan in the past dynasties, and now I will teach it to you."

Lin Zhize stepped forward with a solemn expression, knelt on one knee, raised his hands high, and took the jade slip.

"The three clears of the Tao are a kind of realm, but all those who practice qi are trying to go against the sky with their own strength, although the strength is strong, but there is a violation of the way of heaven, and the realm of the three clears of my Tao is the only realm of the three unifications of heaven and man, and this is also my Taoist, most of whom are monks and recluses, and they are just refuting the vulgar and cultivating themselves."

When Lin Zhize finished his preaching, it was a few Qingyun seniors who opened the altar to talk about the Tao.

As a junior, Lin Zhize can only listen to the sidelines.

In this way, it is not that he can comprehend the current level of enlightenment, but he has a good memory.

You can imprint every word of these commentators in your mind.

Wait until he can understand the so-called Three Clears of the Dao.

It lasted seven days. In the past seven days, Lin Zhize stood almost like a puppet on the side of the venue.

His existence is insignificant, and if he hadn't even been woken up by Master Mo occasionally, he would probably have been forgotten by everyone.