In winter, night comes early, and the pilgrims have already gone down the mountain early in the morning.

The sound of chanting in the chanting palace rang again.

Pray for peace early and save the dead souls late.

Xia Ji sat on the last row of cushions. Although he became a useless person in the eyes of everyone, many young Taoist priests would use "kindness", "sympathy" and "care" to package their sense of superiority and ridicule to this uncle.

But Xia Ji is still very popular among the Taoist nuns.

Even if many Taoist nuns have broken their minds of practicing dual cultivation with him, they will still sit on the cushion beside him when they enter the palace.

It was not so exaggerated before, but now... in the eyes of Taoist nuns, after all the skills were completely eliminated, this young master added a bit of mysterious charm all over his body, and he was extremely free and carefree.

In addition, the free and easy feeling of uncle, it makes people feel very comfortable.

Even if the uncle cannot be used for dual cultivation, it is excellent for the eyes to be pleasing to the eye.

Even if you don’t want to be pleasing to the eye, it is very good to sharpen your mind.

Uncle Master...is an existence that can make people born with inner demons.

There are still many Taoist nuns who can't help but think, maybe the uncle is such a person, and his practice is like a shackle, which has bound the uncle. He has been in the cage for a long time and can now return to nature.

But now, once you travel and once you lose all your skills, you have freed your uncle from this shackle.

Some Taoist nuns with clear brain circuits would think that it would be better to set up another Heart Demon Pavilion in Wudang and let the uncle be the master of this Heart Demon Pavilion. Taoist nuns who practice later can visit the uncle every day to sharpen their minds...

Therefore, the scene in the chanting hall is very strange.

Xia Ji sat in the back row with great soy sauce.

Around him, especially behind him, were a group of Taoist nuns. Among them, some of them were beautiful and those who practiced Taoism diligently.

The former uses uncle to please the eyes.

The latter uses the uncle to nourish his heart.

Anyway...this has become a very strange scenery.

This triggered another group of lemon essence to quietly complain.

"Embroidered pillows are embroidered pillows. It's a pity to have a good skin."

"Mr. Chen, Senior Brother Zhang Song and Zhang Bai, and Junior Sister Lian Xingzi have nothing to do. Just him have an accident. Isn't this telling anything?"

"You can practice again without the strength, but the person like Uncle Master who has lost his heart to practice is really..."

"If I am the uncle, I will definitely be ashamed and progress. Even if I lose all my skills and cannot practice, I must work hard, and one day I can let the people of the world know my name! If the uncle can have half of my ambition, I am afraid that I will not end up like this."

"I also kindly mentioned my uncle, but he didn't care..."

"What a pity."

Xia Ji would occasionally hear some whispers. With his current realm, even if his nephews spoke quietly, he would hear them, but he really didn't care.

In this life, he just wants to be free and easy.

What hard work and what makes the world know his name? It is impossible... He will never have such a goal in this life.

It's better not to know that he is powerful.

He is trying to die by eating and waiting for the salted fish to turn over, and his goal is to be free between mountains and rivers.

......

"At that time, the Heavenly Lord of Suffering Suffering, and spread all realms, always use his power to save all sentient beings, and be free from the lost path. All sentient beings are unaware of it. They are like blindly seeing the sun and the moon. I am too insignificant, and I am boundless to pull out my neck..."

The sound of chanting scriptures sounded.

It suddenly broke again.

The door opened, and the cold wind blew from outside on a tide-like winter night.

Many people couldn't help but look back.

I saw two people standing at the gate of the Sutra-chanting Palace.

The master uncle of the "Wudang General Manager" stood behind, while in front was a Taoist nun wrapped in a moon-white Taoist robe.

The face looks like clear frost, the tears are filled with sadness, and the eyes are not happy with things or sad with themselves.

A powerful aura arises from the Taoist nun, but it is like a deep sea hiding waves. It disappears in a flash, and it looks ordinary and has a sense of easy-goingness like a country Taoist nun.

Taoists naturally understand that this kind of easy-going feeling is called "harmony with light and dust".

And they all vaguely understood that the second master went out to a Taoist holy land. It took so long to come back, and it was obvious that he had gained a lot.

Even the disciple with poor eyesight can see the master uncle walking behind the second master aunt, which can illustrate the problem.

Yu Qingzhu looked at the people who suddenly became quiet and said gently, "Continue to recite."

Her eyes swept over Xia Ji in the corner of the back row, just like she was swept over others, without stopping for a moment.

However, she no longer sat beside Xia Ji.

Because... from this day on, she needs to sit at the front of the chanting palace and be the only person who chants scriptures facing the disciples.

She takes the initiative.

Because... let there be nothing to let go.

As she sat down, the atmosphere in the entire chanting palace changed, as if a touch of vague Taoist rhyme began to spread.

All the Taoist priests and nuns who recited scriptures suddenly became even more solemn.

The wind and snow are falling, and the mountains are filled with them, but in this deep palace that is isolated from the world, there are devout chanting scriptures.

Xia Ji glanced at the second senior sister on the high platform, and the scene of the two sitting in the same place reading flashed through her mind. Many such scenes have been happening for many years.

At this moment, no one said anything or explained anything, but there would be no misunderstanding.

You need to be free.

I need to carry a load.

This is the choice.

I am carrying a heavy burden.

In the future, one day, you will sit upright like an old Taoist, under the golden body of Emperor Zhenwu, and sit for dozens of years in the Spring and Autumn Period.

It's not just for you.

It’s also for myself, for the entire Wudang, and for everyone.

It is actually good to sit anywhere, but for the sake of the whole Wudang, I need to sit on a high place.

I have no intention of being high, but others care about it, and Wudang cares about it.

at this point...

Although the two of them had never looked at each other, they both understood that they were in harmony and there was no misunderstanding.

......

The old Taoist returned halfway and took a detour to Yaowang Mountain. He went to visit the miracle doctor with an old face, to recognize the "wrong" of the past, and to lower his head that he had never lowered before.

As long as his little disciple can be healed and can practice again.

What is his shame?

I'm so old, what kind of face do you care about?

However, there are many unfortunate things in the world. This time it is not a question of whether to bow your head or not, but the miracle doctor is not in the mountains.

The Taoist priests went down the mountain in troubled times, and the miraculous doctor also went to save people.

The old Taoist waited for a few days, but the miraculous doctor showed no sign of returning.

In desperation, he had to return to Wudang, thinking about waiting for a while to visit again.

......

The mountains are covered with wind and snow, and the sky and the earth are covered with white.

Xia Ji held his chin under the tree, opened his mouth from time to time, allowing A Zi to send frozen grapes into his mouth.

When the grapes are frozen, the sugar in the flesh is apart, which is very sweet.

During this period, A Zi's cultivation has improved rapidly and began to improve rapidly like a rocket. One year of cultivation is equivalent to fifteen years of other demons practicing. How terrifying is this?

Ah Zi was so happy too.

At this time, Xia Ji was wondering if it was possible for his master, senior brother to enjoy this benefit as well.

He secretly tried his senior brother several times, but none of them succeeded.

Obviously, he must become his slave, he must be given objects such as "Vajra Craft" and establish a deeper connection in order to share the Practice Pill.

"It seems that I can only give up..."

Xia Ji no longer considered this.

He was empty-minded and ate grapes.
To be continued...