The soul slowly peeled away from the endless darkness, and Su Mu woke up slowly.

In those cloudy eyes, there was a rare clear look that flashed.

"The veins of the Xuanyi Holy Land have destroyed the drunken spring, but the root cause is in the child Qingjun...... Qingjun, this child, came from the Xuanyi Holy Land in his previous life, but his soul was injured in this life, even if he gave the Dharma lineage, he could make up for the foundation, but ...... It's just making up, not restoring...... It is rumored that when a monk enters the realm of the Yuan Infant, he can clarify the past and present lives, and there are all kinds of Taoist thoughts entering the heart of the Jiang Palace......"

As soon as he thought of this, Su Musha couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I should have thought of it, the Ancient Realm...... There is also the Hongtao realm...... There is a hell in this world, and I have no past life...... I should have guessed it a long time ago...... But it's hard to draw conclusions, after all...... With the wound of the soul, I am the same as Qingjun, but I ...... Just forgot. ”

After suffering the Dao injury of the past year, even though Qingjun's divine soul origin can make up for it, but when he enters the realm of Yuan Ying, it is difficult to remember all the things in his previous life.

Think back to yourself, including the four words you blurted out before you passed out.

Su Mu covered his face expressionlessly, but tightly wrapped the white wolf on his body.

With a thought, Su Mu got up and walked down the mountain along the bluestone road.

Halfway up the mountain, Su Mu stopped suddenly, knocked on the grass house, only two or three breaths, and the drunken spring opened the door.

"Master?"

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to ask you something, but do you remember all kinds of things in your past life?"

"Remember, the moment Ning Ying was born, there were all kinds of light and shadow in his mind, at first the disciple thought it was the demon obstructing the way, and then slowly came back to his senses, this matter Master asked for the first time, the disciple was just ordinary in his previous life, from a family of doctors and Taoists, and he hung the pot to help the world all his life, and he was tired of yin virtue, so that he had the immortal path in this life......"

After speaking, Drunken Spring's voice couldn't help but be low.

Su Musha only bowed his head lightly when he heard this.

"That's it, let's rest, go down the mountain for the teacher, and come to see you in a while. ”

"Master walks slowly. ”

Until Su Musha's figure had gone away, and the white wolf was almost integrated with the wind and snow in the mountains, Zuiquan was still standing in front of Man, slowly looking at Su Musha's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

After descending Yunlan Mountain, Su Musha was about to set up a retreat, but before he could move, suddenly Sumeru fluctuated next to him.

Su Musha stopped and looked back at Qiu Yunzi who had torn through the void.

The two looked at each other in surprise, and Qiu Yunzi was the first to speak:

"Brother Dao, this is?"

Seeing Qiu Yunzi, Xu is Su Musha's mood has fluctuated too much these days, and he is full of feelings at the moment, sighs, and then speaks:

"These days, Poor Dao is always restless, even when he looks at the jade slip, there is always a picture of the child's cultivation in the old year of Drunken Spring flashing in his mind, in the final analysis, I am losing him, so I will be able to make up for the child's Dao Ji of heaven and earth, that is, to be able to make him return to the realm of the Yuan Infant, this life is shackled, it is also good.

It's better than watching his heart lower than a day, I can't bear it, and it can be regarded as a very quiet thought, so I want to go down the mountain for a walk, one to find some ethereal opportunities for him, and the other is to travel to Dongshan Continent, but it is a Taoist friend, what is looking for me?"

Hearing Su Musha's words, Qiu Yunzi's face was not very good-looking, after all, almost all the cultivators in Yunlan Courtyard were all Qiu Yunzi looking at them.

"It's nothing, it's just that Aunt Jingqiu opened the altar three days later to preach the Fa, saying that the method of Tomu condensing thunder and the technique of leading thunder and washing the soul, so I have the heart to call you to listen to the lecture together. ”

"Hmm. ”

When the words fell, Qiu Yunzi pinched a magic seal with one hand, gave a light salute, and then tore the void and disappeared in front of Su Musha's eyes.

On the other hand, Su curtain cover.

He stood quietly in place for a long time, his eyes cloudy, looking in the direction where Qiu Yunzi had been standing before.

I don't know when, Su Musha's figure is also smiling in the Quartet Sumeru boundary wall.

Only the whistling mountain wind seemed to be mixed with the sound of Su Musha's sigh.

......

Dongshan Island, Daoyong Mountain City, late at night, rain.

The long street was deserted, drizzling continuously, and there was silence in all directions, except for a house in the distance, and there was still a faint light.

A thin man, dressed in a brown hat, walked silently on the long street, holding a extinguished copper lamp in his hand, but the long white hair under the hat looked a little dazzling.

The Taoist walked to the courtyard where the lights were still on, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the door.

The sound of recitation faintly coming from the courtyard came to an abrupt end.

After a while, a middle-aged scholar opened the door and looked at the white-haired Taoist standing in front of the door suspiciously.

Most of the Taoist priest's face was hidden in the shadow of the hat, making it impossible to see the real face, the lips opened and closed, and only a hoarse voice could be heard.

"Amitayus!"

"Dare to be the Taoist, knock on the door on a rainy night, but you want to spend the night? Come in quickly!"

"Thank you Mr. for your kindness, but the poor road still has to hurry, and I took the liberty to knock on the door, just because of the drizzle on the road, the fire fold on my body has been damp, so I want to find Mr. to borrow a lamp, half a lamp of sesame oil, and also make the poor road more convenient. ”

The scholar had a good heart, and when he heard this, he said, "Wait a minute, Dao Chief!"

With that, he turned around and hurriedly ran back to the study.

After a while, the scholar held half a piece of cold bun and protected an oil lamp, and stood in front of the door again.

According to the Taoist's request, the scholar poured half an oil into the copper lamp, and helped light the wick, and without waiting for the Taoist to speak, he stuffed the cold bun in his hand into the Taoist's arms.

"Dao Chief, the family is poor, there is nothing to help, and when you are in a hurry late at night, you can take cold buns to satisfy your hunger!"

Hearing this, the Taoist seemed to be genuinely touched, holding a copper lamp in one hand and a cold bun in the other, and arched his hand towards the scholar.

"Thank you, sir, you are a good man, and you will be blessed. ”

Hearing this, the scholar just smiled shyly, and the Taoist thanked him for his kindness before leaving.

The scholar is really poor, when I saw it before, in the lamp, there was only half a wick, and a Confucian robe had been washed white, and this half of the cold bun in his hand was probably a meal for the scholar tomorrow, and if he gave it to himself, the scholar might be hungry.

Pinching the cold bun in his hand, the Taoist took a bite to eat.

At some point, the drizzle had stopped.

The Taoist raised his head, revealing Su Musha's true face.

When I looked at it again, the bronze lamp in my hand had been extinguished for some time.

But in Su Musha's eyes, in the copper lamp, the soybean-sized light always existed and never went out.

......

Seven days later, Yangjin Dam, rainy night.

There is a Taoist figure in disarray, carrying a extinguished copper lamp, and is driven away unreasonably, until he walks far away, and it seems that he can still hear the sound of a miser scolding the street.

Fifteen days later, it was another rainy night in Anshu Village.

When he left, he borrowed half a lamp oil, borrowed a candle, and lit a copper lamp.

After March, in Daoyong Mountain City, the scholar rushed to take the exam and won three yuan.

Four months later, the Yangjinba woman contracted a cold and died.

After May, Anshu Village was in a drought for several days, and seeing that there was no harvest today, there was suddenly a rain falling, and Zebo was the whole village.

......

After September, in the north of Dongshan Continent, the Canglan Mountains.

Su Mu covered himself with a white wolf, put away the copper lamp in his hand, and stood with his hands in his hands.

In front of him is a ruin, stretching among the mountains, faintly visible ruins, telling the years of burial.

In front of Su Mu, there was a half-collapsed boulder.

The traces on it are mottled, and the word ancient seal is faintly visible——

Xuanyi!