, the temperature here is warmer than where Qi Wuhuo originally lived, but since it is winter, it is naturally cold rain.

The old man opened a bamboo umbrella in his hand to protect the young man from the rain. He took out a jug of wine from his sleeve and placed it in front of the tomb.

The branches in front of the tomb swayed slightly, but the jade slips were still the same as before.

This is the only disciple whose Taoist title has not been taken back.

Qi Wuhuo could feel the old man's sadness.

Qi Wuhuo still said: "With the teacher's ability, can't I bring my senior brother back?"

The old man smiled gently and said, "Get it back?"

He held an umbrella and motioned Qi Wuzhu to follow him. After thinking about it, he asked: "Wuzhuo once had a dream. Let me ask you this, if you, as an official, were cheated by someone for personal gain, what would you do?

What to do?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "It should be governed according to the law."

The old man said: "Then, what if you see someone taking bribes and bending the law for personal reasons?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "I will imprison him."

The old man asked: "What happens when you see someone killing people on the road for personal reasons?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Behead him."

The old man said gently: "So you understand."

"Life and death are the fairest things in the world. I will not break this fairness for anyone."

"A teacher is just someone who leads you through the door, points out where the road ahead is, and gives you expectations."

"I changed your clothes, gave you a name, and with expectations in mind, I taught you Taoism. This is just a predestined relationship between you and me. I am a [little master]."

"Instead of protecting the one who dominates you."

The old man said:

"If any of my disciples fall into the mortal world, love, reincarnation, life or death, I will not save you."

"I just have to wait for you to realize it yourself."

"In this regard, you are actually no different from anyone else."

The old man walked to the mountain and stopped. He stood in the rain curtain. The rain was so heavy and the world was dark. His sleeves and robes were hanging down. He held an umbrella to the young man and said gently:

"After all, you are my disciples."

"But all cultivators in the world are my disciples."

ps:
Chapter completed!