They all thought they were reborn!

Today's Holy Lord Tianxuan is named Ning Hongling, and he is also a legend in the spiritual world.

Although she entered the Holy Land when she was young, her talents could only be considered mediocre among her senior brothers and sisters, and her status as a saint had nothing to do with her.

At the age of twenty-five, he was able to break through the golden elixir, and then he got a position with little real power, so he went down the mountain and wandered around.

Two years later, her cultivation was stagnant and she could not make progress. Then she met Li Qingmu.

After picking up Li Qingmu, the narrow path of cultivation suddenly became clearer, and his cultivation skyrocketed.

She regards Li Qingmu as her own child.

When Li Qingmu was brought back to the sect, some changes occurred in the sect. The previous generation of saintly cultivators became obsessed with evil and madly slaughtered her fellow disciples. Ning Hongling, who had returned from traveling, easily suppressed the saint, which established her current status.

At that time, Li Qingmu was afraid of the dark at night. Ning Hongling told her to learn to be brave, so Li Qingmu endured it all night. Although she still didn't dare to go to relieve herself alone, she could persist in not looking for Ning Hongling all night.

, he would come to her bedroom after dawn, pretending to say hello, but actually coming to seek comfort.

I didn't expect that so many years have passed. I thought I could only drink tea and reminisce occasionally, but I never thought I would see the little girl like this again.

"Come, sit down."

Ning Hongling patted her side and motioned for Li Qingmu to come and sit down.

Li Qingmu hesitated for a moment, and no longer thought about any disrespectful rules, he sat on the edge of Ning Hongling's bed like he had done when he was a child.

"What happened?"

Ning Hongling gently stroked the soft green silk hair hanging around Li Qingmu's waist and sighed that this little girl grew up so fast.

"Master..." Li Qingmu, who had lacked maternal love since childhood, enjoyed this feeling very much. He moved in and his expression became softer: "Yesterday morning, before I woke up, I dreamed that a disciple was discussing Taoism.

Taiwan is trying to belittle his disciples..."

"After I woke up, my memory in the dream was hazy and I couldn't remember more. I thought it was because I hadn't practiced hard enough recently and had distracting thoughts, so I went to the Xinxin Pond to meditate."

"I thought I had eliminated the distracting thoughts in my mind, but I never thought that last night... last night, Nadeng... that person broke into the disciple's dream again."

Li Qingmu bit his teeth lightly, as if he didn't want to call the figure in his dream a disciple again.

Although the figure in the first dream was very dissolute, the light dream last night told me.

He's not that kind of person.

Even though she couldn't remember most of the dreams clearly, she no longer felt disgust with them in her heart. On the contrary, there was a subtle emotion that she had never experienced before, which always lingered in her heart.

Even when I wake up, it never disappears.

Li Qingmu, who sensed something was wrong, immediately came to Ning Hongling to find out what happened to him.

"This disciple's dream was very long. It lasts for nearly a hundred years..."

Ning Hongling thought it was a girl who was pregnant with spring and had some erotic dreams, so she laughed softly and said:

"Why, did you dream that you and your husband were making love and went to Wushan together?"

Li Qingmu blushed and waved her hands hurriedly:

"Master, don't make random guesses..."

But soon his face became lonely again:

"I don't remember it very clearly. I only know that it was not a good dream. In a blink of an eye, seeing that person again has turned into a handful of loess..."

"Then what do you still remember? Tell Master."

Li Qingmu tried hard to recall, but could only recall a few hazy scenes and feel his own mood at that time. He could no longer remember the detailed causes and consequences, so he could only say sadly:

"I don't remember. I just remember that the dream was different from my usual dreams. It was very real, as if Qingmu had experienced it personally..."

"When I woke up, I only remembered that Qing Mu sat in front of that person's tomb for half a month."

Ning Hongling became interested and wanted to ask for more details, but Li Qingmu couldn't remember the details and couldn't tell her master.

But Li Qingmu was certain that something must have happened to him to cause him to dream of that figure continuously.

What her precious disciple said was so mysterious that Ning Hongling couldn't figure it out. Although there were nightmare beasts that could control dreams and witchcraft that captured people's minds in the spiritual world, where was her Tianxuan Holy Land?

There are numerous barriers all over the place, and not even a mosquito can fly in!

Then the problem can only lie with his precious disciple.

Ning Hongling followed Li Qingmu's hair and looked at her sad little face. After thinking for a while, she could only blurt out:

"Qingmu, have you ever heard of reincarnation?"

"Does Master mean..." Li Qingmu was stunned: "Qingmu recalled the memories of his previous life?"

"No, reincarnation is not necessarily the previous life. Maybe it was an event you experienced, but now you are back to the starting point. This is called reincarnation."

Ning Hongling was not ashamed. She just thought it was to coax her disciples as she did before, so she boldly deceived:

"Although there are no detailed records in the spiritual world about reincarnation and reincarnation, and there is no evidence to prove its existence. However, since the predecessors in the past would put forward this statement, it means that reincarnation is not without purpose."

"Perhaps Qingmu you may become the god and fairy who ascends to the nine heavens in the future."

"Master, you think Qingmu is a child again to trick you." Li Qingmu said coquettishly.

She would only behave like this in front of Ning Hongling.

Ning Hongling wrapped her arms around her slender waist, lifted her up along her flat belly, and then smiled:

"Qingmu is quite young now. In a year or two, he will almost catch up with Master."

Li Qingmu blushed, then gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to give his master a rolling look:

"Master, the best thing you can say is cultivation."

"Okay, okay, don't you still have to preach today? Go quickly." Ning Hongling yawned, turned her back to her disciple, and waved her hand to send her away: "Master wants to go back to sleep.

Sleeping."

Li Qingmu stood up, hesitated for a moment, and said to Ning Hongling's back:

"Master, Qingmu has an idea."

"Say it."

"If the Holy Land opens another altar for sermons in the future, can the entry restrictions on cultivation be lifted? There are so many foundation-building monks, if they can also..."

Before Li Qingmu could finish speaking, Ning Hongling waved her hand and refused:

"No, don't mention this matter again."

It’s exactly the same as in the dream!

Li Qingmu only had those few images left in his mind, and after some testing, they were absolutely right.

Is it true that she was reincarnated as Master said?

The future is not as expected. If it is really reincarnation, then do you have to make up for the regrets yourself?

Li Qingmu couldn't figure out for a while whether he was really reincarnated or if he was just having a few more realistic dreams.

"Master, if the disciple preaches on his own, can you allow the monks in the foundation-building stage to come?"

Ning Hongling was silent for a moment, and finally agreed:

"as you like."

"Thank you Master!"

The sadness on Li Qingmu's face was wiped away. Although she didn't know whether the future would be as bleak as the dream, at least for now, she could do more for the practice world.