The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Light cavalry broke through the old beacon fires, and ingenious strategies and exotic fragrances overcame the perilous pass.

Military strategy, Buddhism, and Confucianism are all applied, and the secret faith is first revealed in the Snow Mountain.

At dawn the following day, the mission broke camp and headed west.

Su Qingxuan ordered Zhou Wenjin to lead the large group to proceed slowly.

Leading five hundred elite troops, along with four women and three hundred Tibetan cavalry under Gar Chinling, they marched straight towards Old Wolf Valley.

They traveled in silence until noon, when they had reached a point three miles from the valley entrance.

The valley is nestled between two reddish-brown cliffs, shaped like a wolf's mouth, with a narrow entrance that can only accommodate three horses abreast.

The cliff face is steep, with jagged rocks, and the silhouette of a sentry post can be vaguely seen.

Su Qingxuan ordered everyone to hide in a poplar forest, took out the topographical map drawn by Lin Wanqing, and discussed it with the generals.

"The situation in the valley is unclear; a direct assault would result in heavy casualties."

Su Qingxuan pointed his finger at a spot on the map marked "Entrance to the Dark River".

"Qinling, you lead three hundred men to infiltrate from here, follow the underground river to the water source in the valley, and ambush them. When I give the signal, attack."

Gar Trinling clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This humble general obeys!"

"Chiying, you will lead fifty elite Imperial Guards to climb up the eastern cliff, clear out the sentry posts, and take control of the high ground."

Chi Ying nodded, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Lingxi," Su Qingxuan looked at Xiao Lingxi, "did you bring the 'Bewitching Incense' you concocted?"

Xiao Lingxi took out several oil paper packets from her medicine bag and said proudly, "I brought them!"

This is a secret recipe I made using seventeen herbs, including datura, henbane, and Buddleja officinalis. When burned, it is colorless and odorless, and can spread for half a mile on the wind.

"Those who inhale it will either fall into a deep sleep or experience hallucinations, becoming completely vulnerable to attack. Moreover..."

She stuck out her tongue. "I also have the antidote. Taking it beforehand will prevent any problems, hehe!"

"Very good." Su Qingxuan nodded.

"You and Lingyue are in a group. After Chiying takes control of the cliff top, light the bewitching incense upwind and let the fragrance drift into the valley with the wind."

Lingyue used Buddhist blessings to help the incense spread, focusing on protecting the minds of innocent people in the valley who might be abducted.

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and said, "Lingyue understands. Buddha has a compassionate heart and also the means to subdue demons."

Innocent people should not be harmed, but evildoers should be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

"The remaining Imperial Guards, follow me into the valley from the front."

Su Qingxuan concluded, "Remember, the priority in this battle is to capture the leader and rescue the people, while minimizing bloodshed."

Those who surrender will not be killed; those who stubbornly resist... will be killed without mercy!

"Yes, sir!" The generals responded resolutely.

The plan has been decided; let's split up and take action.

Gar Chinling led his troops to quietly circle around to the northwest towards Heilongtan.

Chi Ying then selected fifty of the most skilled climbing guards, who removed their heavy armor.

Carrying only short weapons and ropes, he darted towards the eastern cliff face like a nimble ape.

Su Qingxuan, along with the remaining Imperial Guards, Lin Wanqing, Xiao Lingyue, and Xiao Lingxi, hid in the forest, waiting for their opportunity.

Lin Wanqing took out her charcoal pencil and sketchbook, and while observing the terrain, she quickly sketched it out.

They were actually refining and checking map details.

Her expression was focused, and her profile appeared exceptionally beautiful amidst the dappled shadows of the trees.

"Sister Wanqing is so thoughtful." Xiao Lingxi leaned over to take a look and exclaimed in amazement.

"You've marked out all the cracks and protruding rocks in the cliff face."

Brother Su needs such a detailed map the most.

Lin Wanqing smiled faintly: "As a strategist, one should do one's utmost. Besides..."

She looked up at Su Qingxuan with gentle eyes, "It is Wanqing's duty to help you share your burdens, young master."

Su Qingxuan met her gaze and felt a warmth in his heart.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly heard a few short screams from the top of the cliff, followed by silence.

Moments later, a red figure lowered a rope from the top of the cliff.

He gestured towards the forest—

It is the red tassel that indicates the cliff top is clear!

"Such fast movements!" Xiao Lingxi exclaimed in amazement.

Su Qingxuan was also slightly surprised.

Chi Ying's movements were unusually fast.

Those sentry posts were scattered throughout the area, supporting each other.

Even top experts have to go through a lot of trouble.

But from the moment she led her team to the moment the battle was over, it took her less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It seems that the cultivation level of the battle-hardened female general from her previous life is rapidly returning.

"It's your turn." Su Qingxuan snapped out of his thoughts and said to Xiao Lingyue and Xiao Lingxi.

"Ladies, please!"

Xiao Lingyue and Xiao Lingxi exchanged a nod and then used their movement techniques to leap towards the top of the cliff.

Xiao Lingyue walked lightly, as if stepping on lotus flowers, and in a few leaps she reached the halfway point of the cliff.

Xiao Lingxi was also very agile, her figure as swift as smoke, leaping and bounding among the jagged rocks with ease, not inferior to Xiao Lingyue.

Lin Wanqing watched the two women's retreating figures and sighed softly, "Sister Lingyue's Buddhist teachings are profound."

He has reached the state of "body at will".

"Sister Lingxi follows the natural way, which is in line with the wonder of 'riding the wind'."

"Sister Chiying is a ruthless and decisive military strategist. As for me—"

Aside from reading a few books, he has no other skills.

Su Qingxuan turned to look at her and said gently:

"Why should Wanqing belittle herself?"

The Confucian way can be used to govern the country when in power, to formulate policies when in the military, and to educate the people when out of power.

"Your contributions in recording local customs, analyzing situations, and mediating conflicts along the way are truly commendable."

How could they be subject to swords and spears? Besides…”

He paused, his voice softening further:

"You treat people with sincerity and act with fairness; this magnanimity is truly admirable."

That is its greatest strength.

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqing's eyes reddened slightly, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Young Master understands me."

These four short characters contain boundless joy and affection.

Just then, Su Qingxuan focused his gaze on the cliff top, where a wisp of pale blue smoke rose and drifted into the valley with the wind—

It was Xiao Lingxi who lit the bewitching incense!

The smoke was extremely faint, blending into the autumn mountain mist.

If Su Qingxuan hadn't possessed extraordinary eyesight, ordinary people would hardly have been able to discern it.

Su Qingxuan focused his mind to perceive.

Sure enough, they "heard" screams and curses coming from the valley, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and weapons hitting the ground.

Before half an incense stick had burned, the noise in the valley gradually subsided.

"The incense has taken effect." Su Qingxuan turned his head and said, "Wanqing, let's go in."

The two led the remaining Imperial Guards towards the valley entrance.

The bandits guarding the gate were limp on the ground, their eyes glazed over, utterly powerless to resist.

The Imperial Guards quickly stepped forward, bound the prisoners, and cleared the road.

Upon entering the valley, one sees a strange and unusual sight.

Hundreds of bandits lay scattered about, some unconscious, others gesticulating wildly and babbling incoherently, clearly trapped in a hallucination.

Cattle, sheep, and valuables were scattered all over the ground, and dozens of abducted civilians were also affected by the incense.

He lay slumped on the ground, but his expression was serene, likely because Xiao Lingyue was protecting him with Buddhist teachings.

Suddenly, the sounds of fierce fighting came from deep within the valley.

Su Qingxuan's expression hardened: "There are still some who slipped through the net."

"Wanqing, you lead fifty men here to reorganize the surrendered prisoners and appease the people. I'll go take a look."

Before Lin Wanqing could answer, he had already flashed away like an arrow, heading straight for the bottom of the valley.

The rest of the Imperial Guards followed closely behind.

Lin Wanqing watched his departing figure, her eyes lighting up before she quickly composed herself.

He commanded his soldiers to take prisoners, inventory property, and settle the people in an orderly manner.

The battle raged in front of a natural grotto at the bottom of the valley.

Gar Chinling's troops fought against hundreds of fierce bandits, who were clearly highly skilled.

Moreover, the cave was located deep inside, so the bewitching incense was not fully effective, and these bandits were still able to fight fiercely.

From inside the grotto, the faint sound of a woman weeping could be heard.

Just as Su Qingxuan and his men were about to step forward, they suddenly saw two white figures flash by—

It is Xiao Lingyue and Xiao Lingxi.

Xiao Lingyue gracefully landed in the cave, clasped her hands together, and softly chanted Buddhist hymns:

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion!

Xiao Lingxi lightly waved her sleeve, and the colorless and odorless incense drifted away.

Xiao Lingyue's chanting reverberated like a tangible wave...

Xiao Lingxi's bewitching incense smoke spread like a thin mist...

The bandits froze in unison, their bodies went limp, the red light in their eyes faded, and the knives and axes in their hands fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gar Chinling led his troops to swarm forward and subdue him.

Almost simultaneously, another graceful figure flashed into the cave like a ghost—

It is a red tassel.

Several muffled groans were heard from inside the cave, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A moment later, Chi Ying came out carrying a man in a leather robe, which she casually tossed to the ground.

The man had a full beard and bulging temples, clearly indicating he was quite skilled.

At this moment, however, he was limp as mud, his major acupoints sealed by Chi Ying.

"This is the bandit leader, 'One-Eyed Wolf'."

Chi Ying said coldly, "You do have some skill, exchanging three moves with me."

There were also more than a dozen women hidden in the cave, all of whom he had abducted.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Lingxi's eyes darted around, and she flashed into the cave.

In a short while, Xiao Lingxi returned, carrying a bundle in her hand:

"I found the bandit leader's treasure vault in a hidden room in the cave; there was a considerable amount of gold and silver."

There were also some maps and letters of unknown origin.

She handed the bundle to Su Qingxuan, winked, and said, "Brother Su, these things might be useful."

Su Qingxuan took it, glanced at it briefly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Those maps marked the various trade routes, oases, and tribes in the Western Regions in astonishing detail.

The letters were written in some kind of code, which was not yet decipherable, but it was clear that they were not something ordinary bandits could possess.

"It seems that this 'One-Eyed Wolf' has someone backing him," Su Qingxuan said in a deep voice.

He immediately ordered his men to arrest the bandit leader and put him under strict guard.

At this time, Lin Wanqing also finished tidying up the affairs outside and came inside to join them.

Seeing that the bandit leader had been captured and the people were saved, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After a brief moment of planning, he gave Su Qingxuan a graceful bow:

"Young master, there were 587 bandits in the valley. 113 were killed and 474 were captured. None escaped."

"Sixty-four abducted civilians were rescued, mostly women and children, and have been properly resettled."

"The gold, silver, valuables, cattle, sheep, and horses are being inventoried."

"Wanqing, you've worked hard." Su Qingxuan nodded approvingly, then looked at the four women.

"The four of you have made invaluable contributions to this bandit suppression campaign."

"The red-tasseled tassels launched a surprise attack and captured the king, swift as thunder;

Lingxi's incense-making techniques were surprisingly effective.

Lingyue's Buddhist rituals offer salvation and protect the innocent.

Wanqing managed the rear area with remarkable efficiency.

"Military tactics, Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism, each with their own application, have led to this complete success."

The four women looked at each other and smiled.

Chi Ying remained aloof, but there was a hint of a warm smile in her eyes;

Lin Wanqing smiled gently and gracefully;

Xiao Lingxi smiled radiantly, quite pleased with herself;

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and lowered her eyes, her face kind and dignified, yet it was as if the Buddha were offering a flower and the Venerable One smiled.

The four beauties stood side by side, like four celestial flowers blooming in a fairy garden.

In this desolate valley, it has become an absolutely beautiful landscape.

Gar Trinling, watching intently, couldn't help but whisper:

"Prime Minister Su is truly blessed to have four such divine young ladies assisting him..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old soldier next to him tugged at his sleeve and gave him a wink.

Qinling suddenly realized what was happening, fell silent, and secretly sized up Su Qingxuan.

But Su Xiang remained calm and simply said:

"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and escort the bandit leader and important valuables separately."

"The remaining prisoners who were willing to reform were incorporated into labor corps to build bridges and roads to atone for their sins."

Those who are unruly and incorrigible shall be handed over to the nearby major tribes for disposal.

"promise!"

That night, the mission camped outside Old Wolf Valley.

The campfire roared, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

A fierce battle in broad daylight wiped out a gang of bandits who had plagued the region for years.

The soldiers were in high spirits, and laughter filled the air.

In the central command tent, Su Qingxuan sat alone under the lamp, reading through the letters he had seized from the bandit leader.

The coded language was strange, resembling neither Sanskrit nor Tibetan script. He pondered it for a long time—and suddenly he got it!

"I see..." Su Qingxuan lightly tapped one of the letters with his fingertip.

"This is a hybrid variant of ancient Tibetan and ancient Turkic scripts."

The letter mentioned terms such as "Great Snow Mountain," "Holy Spring," and "Offerings."

And... "The Venerable One's Resurrection."

He frowned slightly: It seemed the bandits were merely pawns, responsible for instigating the killing...

They gather evil thoughts and resentful spirits, and offer sacrifices to the Venerable One periodically or irregularly.

The Great Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain in the Western Regions, and it is said to contain ancient relics.

The Holy Spring is a mysterious spring in the mountains, said to have miraculous effects.

The remnant soul of the Demon Lord, using the sacred spring as a catalyst, controls the people surrounding the snow-capped mountains.

They led them to savagery and bloodlust, and in the name of the venerable, they lured them into offering sacrifices.

Judging from the age of the ancient text, it is over ten thousand years old...

After some deduction, Su Qingxuan had a pretty good idea of ​​the Demon Lord's remnant soul.

"The Venerable One's Resurrection...that is...the remnant soul of the Demon Lord!" Su Qingxuan murmured softly.

As he was deep in thought, the curtains rustled softly, and the four women came in together.

Chi Ying carried hot water.

Lin Wanqing held up a clean cloth.

Xiao Lingyue carried the medicine box,

Xiao Lingxi held a bowl of steaming soup.

"Young Master Su/Brother Qingxuan, it's time to change the medicine."

The four women spoke almost in unison, then looked at each other in surprise before chuckling softly.

It's quite a strange thing.

It turns out that Su Qingxuan led his men into the valley today, intending to directly attack the bandit's lair.

Later, Qinling led his troops and, together with the three women, perfectly resolved the bandit problem.

Nothing was wrong at first, but on the way back to camp, Su Qingxuan cut his arm on a thorn in the valley.

What's strange is that, with Su Qingxuan's current level of cultivation and power, ordinary weapons can hardly harm him in the slightest.

It's quite strange that I was scratched by a shrub branch today.

Although the injuries were not serious, the four women were all secretly amazed and kept it in mind.

Su Qingxuan looked at the scene before him and was speechless for a moment.

Chi Ying stepped forward and, without saying a word, untied the bandage on his arm with practiced and gentle movements.

The wound had long since healed, leaving only a light red scar.

Xiao Lingxi leaned closer for a closer look and nodded, saying, "Hmm, the recovery is quite good."

"However, I will apply the medicine again. This is my newly formulated 'Jade Skin Powder,' which has remarkable effects on removing scars and promoting skin regeneration."

As she spoke, she took out a small jade bottle, poured out some white medicinal powder, and was about to apply it.

"Wait a moment," Xiao Lingyue said gently. "Before applying the medicine, we should bless the wound with Buddhist teachings to cleanse it and remove any potential evil influences."

She clasped her hands together and recited a passage from "The Text on the Suffering of Illness," her fingertips gleaming with a soft golden light as she gently touched the area around her wound.

Strangely enough, the faint burning sensation on the wound disappeared immediately after she touched it.

Lin Wanqing handed over a clean cloth and smiled:

"Sister Lingyue is proficient in Buddhism, Sister Lingxi is knowledgeable in medicine, and Sister Chiying is skilled in techniques."

"With his three sisters taking care of him, the young master will surely recover soon."

Her words were clever; she praised the three women while subtly indicating that although she hadn't been able to help much, she still had to remain firmly among those who cared.

Su Qingxuan, upon hearing this, was both amused and exasperated, and could only say:

"Thank you for your help, ladies. My minor injury is really nothing to make such a fuss about..."

"That won't do!" Xiao Lingxi muttered as she carefully applied the medicine.

"Brother Su shouldn't have even the slightest injury on his body."

I added snow mountain lingzhi to this Jade Skin Powder. I guarantee that after three days, even the scars will be invisible...

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

Staring at Su Qingxuan's arm, he scratched an old scar next to it.

The scar was very faint, shaped like a crescent moon.

"This scar..." Xiao Lingxi reached out and touched it lightly, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes, "I feel like... I've seen it somewhere before..."

Chi Ying, Lin Wanqing, and Xiao Lingyue also came over to take a look.

The four women stared at the crescent-shaped scar, their expressions somewhat dazed.

Chi Ying murmured, "That's it... I remember now..."

The owner had a similar scar on his left arm in the same spot years ago…

Lin Wanqing said softly:

"That was left behind when the master was wounded by a poisoned arrow during his early years of fighting against evil spirits."

Although it healed, it left a scar.

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

The owner once said that this scar was a warning, a reminder to never forget compassion and never lose the will to eliminate evil and protect the righteous path.

The four women, one after another, explained the origin of the scar in great detail.

Su Qingxuan was deeply shaken—

This scar was from when he was two years old, playing alone in the courtyard.

Being injured by a leaf blown by a strong wind has nothing to do with evil spirits or exorcising demons.

But the four women spoke with absolute certainty, as if they had witnessed it themselves…

Unless! This scar is not a coincidence...

Rather, it is a kind of mark, imprinted in the same location as it is passed down through bloodlines.

"Brother Su," Xiao Lingxi suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with tears.

"Your ancestor...our master, he was in great pain at the time."

Wounded by a poisoned arrow, and then channeling his inner energy for the battle...

He was pale then, but he still smiled and comforted us…

Chi Ying turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Lin Wanqing lowered her eyes and wiped away her tears.

Xiao Lingyue silently recited the scriptures, tears welling in her eyes.

The tent fell silent for a moment, with only the soft crackling of the lamp wick.

The four women were immersed in distant memories, their grief overwhelming them.

Su Qingxuan looked at them, and indescribable emotions welled up in her heart.

Ten thousand years have passed, through countless reincarnations, yet they remember even a single scar so clearly.

This unwavering devotion, this deep affection, has long transcended the master-servant relationship, and transcended time and space.

He sighed softly, extended his right hand, and gently stroked the shoulders of the four women in turn, saying in a gentle voice:

"It's all in the past."

If our ancestors are watching over us from heaven, and see that you are all well now, and that we are reunited,

He would surely be gratified to have fulfilled his unfinished ambition.

Upon hearing this, the four women gradually calmed down.

Xiao Lingxi stopped crying and smiled, nodding vigorously: "Yes! We must make our master happy!"

Chi Ying turned her face, tears still glistening in her eyes, yet a joyful and exquisitely beautiful smile bloomed on her face:

"Yes, we must make our master happy."

Lin Wanqing wiped away her tears, regained her composure, and took Su Qingxuan's hand in her own.

She whispered, "...Young Master, we will always be with you, until...until you achieve the Great Dao."

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

After ten thousand years of reincarnation, we are finally reunited. This is a great destiny, a great blessing.

Lingyue...we will cherish her.

The four women share a deep understanding and genuine affection.

Su Qingxuan felt the warmth and softness in his palm and looked at the four beautiful faces in front of him.

The defense line that had been held firmly in my heart for so many years finally cracked a little.

He suddenly realized that some relationships are both a calamity and a blessing.

Some feelings are both debts and gifts.

Since fate has decreed that they will return after a hundred thousand years...

Since fate has brought them together again in this life, why should he resist it?

Letting things take their natural course might be the best choice.

"it is good."

Su Qingxuan grasped Lin Wanqing's hand in return, his gaze sweeping over the four women, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Then let's walk together."

Witness the submission of the Western Regions, the opening of the Silk Road, and the arrival of a golden age.

Look... the three religions unite as one; the mortal and the sacred share the same path.

"Yes!" the four women responded in unison, their eyes shining brightly.

At this moment, the tent is filled with tender affection, and the bond between lovers from past lives and this one continues.

Outside the tent, a long wind from the Western Regions swept across the grassland, causing the prayer flags to flutter wildly.

It seems to be chanting an ancient poem that spans thousands of years.

As night deepened, the four women left.

Su Qingxuan sat alone under the lamp, but could no longer fall asleep.

He took out his three treasures—the Confucian mental cultivation method, a small bronze seal, and a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood—and placed them on the table.

The three treasures gleamed with a warm luster under the light, resonating with each other and blending their essence.

Suddenly, the three treasures trembled simultaneously, shooting out three beams of light that intertwined in the air to form a blurry image.

In the picture, a majestic snow-capped mountain stands tall.

At the summit of the mountain are the ruins of a palace, and in front of the palace, a clear spring flows gurglingly.

On the stone platform by the spring, there are strange runes that are quite similar to the coded messages used in the letters during the day.

The scene shifts, and deep within the spring, dark energy surges and coalesces into a human-shaped phantom.

The phantom looked up, as if across millennia of time, to meet Su Qingxuan's gaze.

"Successor of the three religions...you've finally arrived..."

The phantom emitted a silent fluctuation of mental energy.

"I am here... I have been waiting for you for ten thousand years..."

Boom—The image shattered.

Su Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat.

He sensed the presence deep within the spring.

It shares the same origin as the remnant souls of the Demon Lords of the Far North Demon Abyss and Ghost Cry Gorge, but is more powerful and more complete.

And that snow-capped mountain... is none other than the sacred mountain of the Western Regions: the Great Snow Mountain.

"So, the journey to the Western Regions was not only about recovering the various kingdoms."

Furthermore, I am required to settle my score with the remnant soul of the Demon Lord in this mortal realm.

And...the karma between his ancestors and him.

Su Qingxuan murmured, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"Very well, let me go and meet this 'old friend'."

He carefully put the three treasures away from his body, then got up and left the tent.

The moon was high in the sky, its clear light shining for thousands of miles.

The campfires in the camp had gone out, and the soldiers were fast asleep.

The four women's tents were still lit, and their figures could be vaguely seen, some practicing their exercises, others adjusting their breathing.

Su Qingxuan stood under the moonlight, gazing at the majestic snow-capped mountain silhouette against the western night sky, and his mind gradually calmed down.

The road ahead may be treacherous, but he is not alone.

He was accompanied by four women, had soldiers to serve him, and was guided by the legacy of his ancestors.

With the Three Teachings and the Great Way as our guide—

He was determined to traverse the vast Western Regions.

He was determined to settle this feud between the demons.

He is determined to create this glorious era!

A long wind swept by, lifting the stray hairs at his temples.

Su Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a purple robe and jade belt, looking like an immortal descending to earth under the moonlight.

Behind him, the four women seemed to sense something, and they all lifted the curtain and came out of the tent, quietly watching his back.

The five of them stood silently under the moonlit night in the vast western region.

Past events, present mission, and future hardships are all left unsaid.

After a long while, Su Qingxuan turned around and smiled slightly at the four women:

"It's getting chilly, let's go back and rest. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

The four women nodded, but none of them moved.

Chi Ying suddenly said, "Brother Qingxuan, no matter what dangers lie ahead, Chi Ying will protect you."

Lin Wanqing said softly, "Wanqing is willing to devise a plan for you, young master, and do everything in her power."

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and said, "Lingyue is willing to use Buddhist teachings to protect the young master."

Xiao Lingxi said in a clear voice, "Lingxi can concoct many, many medicines and cure many, many people."

This will ensure Brother Su has no worries!

Su Qingxuan looked at them, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

He nodded emphatically: "Good! With you all here, what do I have to fear?"

The moonlight, like water, bathed the five people.

It was also sprinkled on this long road leading deep into the Western Regions.

At the end of the road, the majestic snow-capped mountains stood silently.

Waiting for the descendants of the deceased to come and settle that cause and effect that has lasted for 100,000 years.

It is:

Under the moonlight, I trace the marks of bygone years, tears streaming down my face as the candlelight flickers.

A long wind sweeps across the westward journey, where demonic souls await slaying to pacify the heavens.