Zhao Xian'er looked at the old man in front of her and felt very warm.

At this time, she can be said to be helpless.

Ling'er died, and the soul did not know where to go. The nine-tailed spirit fox and the old immortal who passed on her exercises never appeared again. Every time she was helpless, she begged the heavens to give her a hint, how she hoped that those two immortals could appear in front of her again and give her guidance. However, those were just her good wishes.

It wasn't until she came to this ancient temple and met the old man that she rekindled her hope!

Zhao Xian'er worshipped the old man as her teacher, and that cute little Taoist boy became her senior brother.

Every day, Zhao Xian'er followed the master and the little brother to chant, practice, and enlighten. This is also Zhao Xian'er's last happy time as a fox. Because she knew that it would be her last time.

The cultivation of animal flesh is no more than a hundred years at most, and there are very few animals that can approach a hundred years of longevity. Therefore, those thousand-year-old animal immortals have all cultivated in the form of spirit bodies. Except, of course, turtles.

Zhao Xian'er was naturally no exception, she was over a hundred years old at that time. Her body had gradually aged, like an old man in his last years. Despite this, she still chanted with her master every day and insisted on practicing the exercises taught by her master and the old man. Moreover, Zhao Xian'er was surprised to find that the exercises taught by the master were very similar to the exercises taught by the old man.

After practicing, she would lie on the ground and let Xiao Daotong stroke her white hair while teaching her: "Little junior sister, you have to practice hard, you have to listen to the master and brother, otherwise the senior brother won't play with you." ”

Finally, one day, the pure fox version of Zhao Xian'er closed her eyes forever......

At the moment when her soul detached from her body, Zhao Xian'er regained her human form, just as young and beautiful as she was a hundred years ago, but with three more big tails behind her.

The old man and the little Taoist buried Zhao Xian'er's body behind the ancient temple.

"Good apprentice, our time here is almost up, you are gone, we should also go, let's take you with the teacher!" the old man said, took out a small net bottle, and waved at Zhao Xian'er, Zhao Xian'er understood and flew into the small net bottle.

The old man took the little Taoist boy to eat and drink thirstily, and stayed overnight, running all the way, walking for more than a month, and finally came to another ancient temple.

This ancient temple is larger than the original one, and it is a courtyard with two entrances. The owner of this temple (Taoist temple to be precise) is the elder brother of the old man, a black-bearded old Taoist.

Because of the same teacher, Blackbeard warmly took in Whitebeard and Xiaodaotong.

The white-bearded old man placed the small net bottle with Zhao Xian'er under the altar offering table. Then a small tablet was set up for her on top of the offering table......

Zhao Xian'er told Xiao Ji about this. As for the rest of the story, I didn't hear it until a few months later, so we'll talk about it later.

After listening to Xiao Ji's story, I sighed at Zhao Xian'er's life experience, her experience can be said to be a textbook of human nature.

Born in a noble family, but his family is in the middle of the road, and he is obviously out of reincarnation for immortality, but he watched his family being slaughtered and watched the people he cared about die tragically. What about having a famous teacher, and what about cultivating the Dao Method? I can't even protect the people I care about.

So what is cultivation? Is it just to let yourself live forever? Is it just to keep yourself from the suffering of reincarnation? Our Taoist cultivation focuses on calming the mind and releasing desires, but I think that desires can be sent, feelings cannot be broken, and the heart can be quiet but the blood cannot be cold. Once again, I strengthened my determination to cultivate to protect my family, and then to join the Great Dao of Enlightenment.

That night, I had a very strange dream:

In my dream, I was sitting on a lotus platform surrounded by darkness.

Suddenly, a dark shadow pounced on me, and without thinking, I ran the exercises. Suddenly, countless logos appeared around me, but each one was bubbling black. Without thinking, I hit all these logos at the black shadow that pounced on me, and the black shadow let out a miserable scream, and it disappeared in ashes...

Then, as if a voice said, "Congratulations, you've passed the test." There was a man who put on a robe that was black on the outside and red on the inside. Naturally, I followed him into a huge cave.

The cave was the size of a concert hall, and in the middle of the cave there was a high platform, and torches were lit around the cave, which illuminated the whole cave.

There were a lot of people in the cave, all dressed in the same black robes as me. I was about to move on, when suddenly, the dream came to an abrupt end. I woke up.

Thinking back to that dream, the person in the dream seemed to be me, and it didn't seem like me, because I just saw what he saw and heard what he heard, but I couldn't control him......

I couldn't restrain my curiosity, and whether it was early in the morning or late at night, I immediately sent a voice message to Master describing the dream I had just had. Master only replied to me with two words: "Demon Cave!"