You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 263 Asking the Master to Come Down the Mountain

The sunlight shines through the clouds and scatters on the gray mountain, dispelling the thick fog and the shadows that enveloped the gray mountain.

The boss's figure had long disappeared, turned into ashes by a bolt of ancient thunder, and completely turned into smoke and dust and dissipated. The powerful thunder also struck directly on the towering tree behind the boss. The black tree split in the middle, making a creaking sound under the weight, and fell backwards, smashing directly on the ground, raising a lot of dust.

These black tree trunks turned into liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming a sea of ​​suffering. Zuo Chen then took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, made a seal towards the ground, and chanted:

"receive!"

A large amount of black liquid was directly sucked up and flew into the white jade bottle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bitter sea river that had not yet overflowed disappeared in an instant, leaving only green grass and trees on the ground.

I fell to the ground, white flowers scattered around me, and I felt a little melancholy in my heart.

The great formation exists, but it has become extremely weak.

Zuo Chen has not yet broken the formation, and the thick fog in his left eye has not yet dissipated.

Looking up at the Gray Mountain, Zuo Chen could feel that something seemed to be calling him from above the mountain.

There was still time, so Zuo Chen walked straight towards the gray mountain.

Walking slowly down the mountain and climbing up the steps that had long been overgrown with weeds, Zuo Chen still could not recall any memory of the Taoist man from the past.

He just vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a young man at his knees, who was always with him like Caiyi.

Soon I was back in front of the thatched house, and everything in front of me was exactly the same as I remembered.

It was still so shabby and quiet.

And with a lot of loneliness and desolation.

Walking through the yard, Zuo Chen seemed to see a young man standing at the door.

The young man was sweeping the yard with a broom. When he saw him coming back, he immediately stopped what he was doing and smiled brightly in the direction of Zuo Chen:

"Master, you are back."

Continuing to walk inside, when he reached the center of the courtyard, Zuo Chen saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary face holding an axe and chopping firewood on a large wooden stake.

He seemed to have heard footsteps coming from outside the yard, so he stopped what he was doing and tilted his head slightly:

"Master, did you go down the mountain to look for something delicious today?"

Continue walking deeper and you will arrive at the back of the yard.

Zuo Chen saw the simple grave.

An old man in Taoist robes was standing next to the grave, looking at the mound.

He stared at the grave for a long time, and Zuo Chen just waited for him here silently.

"Ah. Taoist priest."

Finally, the old man slowly turned around, looked in the direction of Zuo Chen, and smiled gently:

"It's been a long time since we last met."

"I had forgotten all about you."

Zuo Chen said.

"I was still one step behind," the old Taoist sighed, "I left the mountain before I got the true method. My methods were not good enough, so I got tricked."

Listen to what he said.

The memories in Zuo Chen's mind finally became like a calm lake into which a stone was thrown.

Some vague memories that seemed to be from long ago slowly flowed into Zuo Chen's mind.

Zuo Chen saw the Taoist priest standing alone on the Gray Mountain.

After leaving the capital, he once again returned to chopping wood, boiling water, and living alone.

He didn't seem to be affected at all.

However, his body was indeed getting thinner day by day and he looked exhausted.

He used wood to build a simple wooden boat, but there were many magical skills on the boat. He only had to step on it and paddle, and the boat would go straight into the sky and leave this world.

However, after the completion of the project, the Taoist did not leave on it.

He stared at the wooden boat for a long time, from the rising sun in the daytime to the rising moon in the evening.

The Taoist seemed to be thinking about something.

At the end, he let out a long sigh, and the fire he created in his hand burned the ship into ashes.

His fate has come to an end. Even if he leaves, he probably won't be able to last for a few days.

It's a dead end.

It would be better to stay here and see how it ends.

I wanted to sit in this thatched cottage and wait quietly for death, but suddenly I saw a white light appear in the distance.

The Taoist boy who had been with him for more than sixty years returned to his side.

The Taoist could clearly see that his disciple was seriously injured.

"Master, I am an unfilial disciple."

The old man was already physically and mentally wounded. He kowtowed and bid his final farewell to his master:

"My ability is not enough, and I cannot hope to save the people. I am sad that I cannot continue to study Taoism with you. I am deeply saddened."

The Taoist priest, who had been calm and composed at first, finally helped the old man up anxiously and held him in his arms.

The old man's eyes were cloudy at this moment:
"I don't know that this is a chaotic world. If I can't get the true Dharma, I really can't leave the mountain!"

Closed his eyes.

The Taoist boy's head fell into the Taoist's arms.

The Taoist stared at the Taoist in his arms, layers of black energy rose in his heart, and his life was completely dissipated.

But he did not dissipate. White light emerged from the old man's body and merged into the Taoist's body, becoming one with him.

All of the Taoist's spiritual power poured into his body and merged into his meridians again.

The Taoist's spirit and soul are reunited and he possesses the three flowers again.

Some people's lives are over, but their bodies are still alive.

Some people's bodies have died, but their lives have not ended. At this moment, they have returned to their original origin, unaffected by time and fate.

Still a Taoist, but having washed away the dust of the past.

It's like a new life.

As for the Taoist, it seemed as if all his Taoist skills had been lost. He was frightened by the head in his arms and stepped back repeatedly.

It's like just arriving in this world.

He also knocked over a booklet that was on the table.

That was a Taoist scripture that the Taoist had hand-copied, and he had intended to give it to his disciples after he came down the mountain.

……

This brief memory flashed through Zuo Chen's mind like running water, causing only a few ripples.

However, Zuo Chen still couldn't remember what he had experienced and done so long ago.

But at this moment, he finally confirmed that this life's cause and effect was indeed related to him.

It can't be taken off or washed off.

When looking at the old Taoist in front of him again, Zuo Chen could also see that this was the other party's last remaining thought.

Originally, I couldn't see this thought.

But the eldest brother brought it out of the grave and used the mysterious treasure to influence himself, so that this scene like Zhuangzi's dream appeared.

This may just be a shadow in the memory.

Perhaps it is an afterimage that actually talks to itself.

The old Taoist lifted his robe and bowed in the direction of Zuo Chen:
"Taoist Master."

"Ah."

"The people of Daliang are now suffering, and harmful thieves have extended their black hands to the world, trying to destroy it."

"I see."

"Although leaving this world is also a solution, I don't want to abandon the common people. You once taught me that people are the foundation, and only by relying on people can one become an immortal. I have always kept this in mind."

The old Taoist spoke slowly, and his expression seemed to change slowly.

Starting from the original old man, he gradually became younger, turned into the middle-aged woodcutter, and then into the young man in tattered clothes.

The young man said to Zuo Chen:
“Master, I am not capable enough and I failed, but I know that you are capable enough that the sun, moon and stars in the sky cannot compete with you.

"I tried my best, but I couldn't beat that guy. I think you can.

"This is just my selfish desire. What I'm going to say next may be disrespectful to you, but I still want to..."

The young man knelt down slowly and kowtowed:

“Please invite my teacher to the capital, break the monopoly of power, and let the common people be enlightened.

"Please, Master, wield your divine weapon and sharp blade to slay the thief who has harmed the world for eternity, and restore order to the world.

“Please, Master, use your magic to turn away the raging sea of ​​suffering so that life can continue to exist.

"Please Master...

"Go down the mountain to save the world."

Zuo Chen looked at the child kneeling in front of him.

In a trance, I seemed to see the shadow that had been guarding at the foot of the mountain, hoping to go up the mountain to seek the truth.

"I will."

The young man looked up, and a relieved expression finally appeared on his face.

"Then there will be no place for evil spirits in this world to hide."

His body turned into stream of light and eventually disappeared into thin air with the wind.

All that remained in front of Zuo Chen was a simple grave.

There is nothing unusual at all.

Zuo Chen let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds around have been dispersed, leaving only bright sunshine.

Another portrait was added around his Nascent Soul.

They are an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest.

The two walked side by side, but only their backs could be seen.

Riding on the clouds and mist, he rose up and floated in the air, looking at the entire Gray Mountain.

The formation had not yet ended, but there was already no life force left in it.

He simply formed a Dow Index in his hand and flicked his fingers lightly towards the formation below.

The soil and trees in the entire formation suddenly underwent several changes, and the entire sealing formation changed its appearance in an instant, turning into a maze formation.

If you enter this formation without thinking, you will definitely lose your way and eventually leave this place in confusion.

After doing this, Zuo Chen continued to soar.

He passed the village, crossed the long road, crossed the direction he once took to the capital, and came to Qingzhou City.

At this moment, it was just getting dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the walls of Qingzhou City, casting spots of gold.

It was completely different from the newly reclaimed wasteland I had seen in my memory.

Waving his Taoist robe, he landed directly in the courtyard of Zhengjiu Escort Agency. At this moment, most of the dishes had been served, and everyone seemed to be looking towards the door, waiting for Zuo Chen to come back.

When Zuo Chen suddenly appeared in the yard, a large group of people were startled. Caiyi was the first to react and happily came to Zuo Chen's side:

"Master, everything has been resolved."

"Solved." Zuo Chen nodded.

He reached out and touched the wine bowl in front of him.

The wine is just warm.

(End of this chapter)