Others may not know why Fang Mingzhi was so crazy back then.
But Liu Qingxuan knew everything clearly.
And the reason why he asked Fang Mingzhi just now is naturally related to this.
"Sect Master Liu, I wonder if you have something important to do with this bad old man like me?" Fang Mingzhi said with a smile and a bow.
When he came to Fengyang Yu's rescue just now, it was not because he was facing the Yin Yang Demon Sect, but he simply didn't want the situation to develop out of control.
If Liu Qingxuan and Fengyang Yu fight, the situation will be too big.
In any case, if there is a war between demonic sects, those righteous sons of bitches will benefit.
"Senior Fang."
A smile appeared on Liu Qingxuan's face and he replied: "Senior Fang, you are looking for the Resurrection Pearl."
Fang Mingzhi was still laughing at first, but the moment he heard the words "Resurrection Pearl", his body froze instantly.
Immediately, his pupils shrank suddenly, and an incredible look appeared on his face.
"Return...soul...bead!"
Fang Mingzhi's hands trembled slightly, and then he suddenly raised his head to look at Liu Qingxuan, with a trace of longing in his eyes.
For many years, he has not been hiding from the world, but has been walking around the world in order to find the Resurrection Pearl.
It is not a secret that he wants to find the Soul Resurrection Pearl. Many people know about it, and it is not a big deal for Liu Qingxuan to know the news.
But since Liu Qingxuan spoke like this, could it be said...
"Liu...Sect Master Liu...could it be that you..."
Fang Mingzhi's eyes were full of expectation.
Even the tone of his speech was a little unsteady, and he still had the calm and relaxed attitude just now.
——Resurrection Pearl.
The legendary heaven-level spiritual weapon.
He has been searching for who knows how many years.
Liu Qingxuan looked at the timid old man in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.
Fang Mingzhi was so high-spirited back then.
At this moment, in order to obtain the Resurrection Pearl, he actually became like this.
A hundred years ago.
Fang Ming knew that after becoming a saint, he always wanted to move to a higher realm.
But after years of seclusion, his cultivation still stagnated.
No one knows the path of a saint, he can only explore it by himself.
Fang Mingzhi understood that even if he continued to retreat, he would not be able to go any further.
But the retreat was not without its effects. He could vaguely feel the path to becoming a saint, but this path was not clear.
After he understood the saint, he was completely separated from the mortal world.
And he has never entered the mortal world, so how can he escape from it?
He simply couldn't understand this in his heart.
All the things in the world must be tasted in person to know their true taste; the long road in the world must be experienced personally to know its length and distance.
After Fang Mingzhi figured out all this, he chose to leave the sect, concealed his identity as a monk, and blended into the mortal world.
In the end, he became a simple and happy rich man.
Fang Mingzhi, who had no worries about food and clothing, was willing to do charity and became a good person known far and near.
Later he even married a virtuous and gentle wife.
As the saying goes, we are two people for the rest of our lives, half drunk, half awake, and half floating.
Even Fang Mingzhi was immersed in such days.
But Fang Ming knew that as a saint-level monk, marrying an ordinary woman would not end well.
Can an ordinary person successfully give birth to the offspring of a saint?
Obviously, the answer is no.
The level gap between the two sides is too big.
It is even said that being pregnant is already a miracle.
But a miracle happened.
Fang Mingzhi's wife Mu Weiwei was overjoyed when she learned that she had his child.
Years of hard work finally bear fruit.
However, Fang Mingzhi's heart was filled with a huge shadow.
He knew that this child would kill Mu Weiwei.
He has experienced all kinds of things in this world, but only "suffering" is left.
Although he has seen all the suffering in the world, he has never experienced it himself.
If you can truly understand the suffering in this world, you will know your way forward.
Sure enough, in the days that followed, Mu Weiwei lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The nutrients she can provide are simply not enough for the growth of the child in her belly.
Fang Mingzhi's expression became increasingly tangled.
His heart had begun to tremble.
He could even imagine the final result.
In the days that followed, Fang Ming knew that heaven and man were intertwined. On one side was his beloved wife, and on the other side was the road he pursued throughout his life.
After struggling for a long time, Fang Mingzhi finally made a decision. He wanted to get to know the unborn child with his own hands.
But how could Mu Weiwei be willing to abort this hard-won child? In the end, she even threatened her with death.
If it weren't for this child, I wouldn't be alive, just to give birth to this child.
"Husband, if I don't have this child, how can I continue to live in this world?"
Mu Weiwei's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked pitiful. Her face had long lost the rosy color that represented health, and some parts were just pale.
She had known for a long time that Fang Mingzhi was not an ordinary person.
And he will eventually leave in a hundred years, but this child may always be by Fang Mingzhi's side.
"Weier..."
Fang Mingzhi knew that his heart was extremely tangled. The more Mu Weiwei acted like this, the more painful he felt inside.
"Husband, this is my own choice."
Mu Weiwei snuggled into Fang Mingzhi's arms, touching the child in her belly with tenderness in her eyes.
This is their child.
The offspring of the two of them.
"Husband, the child is moving. Come and listen. Our child is moving."
Mu Weiwei felt the fetal movement and felt happy, motioning Fang Mingzhi to put her ear towards her.
Fang Mingzhi hesitated a little, then slowly squatted down, gently hugged Mu Weiwei's round belly with both hands, and carefully placed his face against Mu Weiwei's lower abdomen.
When I felt the fetal movement in my ears, I knew there was a pain in my heart.
This child's vigorous vitality was exchanged for his wife's life.
But he felt an unprecedented throbbing in his heart.
In the end, even though he knew it, he couldn't really take action.
After all, this is my child too.
In desperation, Fang Mingzhi could only find various elixirs and natural treasures for his wife to take.
He even secretly used his own cultivation to warm Mu Weiwei's body.
Even so, Mu Weiwei is still weakening day by day.
After all, she is just a mortal and has never practiced.
Whether it is elixirs or other tonics, you cannot over-supplement.
Too much is not enough.
As a result, this body will continue to suffer losses...
Maybe it was motherly love that conquered everything, or maybe Fang Mingzhi's efforts were effective.
Eight months later, a thin little girl was born.
It's a premature baby.
But in the end the birth was successful.
"Husband...jun..."
At this time, Mu Weiwei's figure was haggard, like an extremely old and dying person.
Fang Mingzhi held his daughter in his arms, but in his heart there was no joy at all of having a daughter, only endless sorrow.
My wife is just a mortal, and the vitality in her body has long been overdrawn.
Fang Ming knew that Mu Weiwei had taken too many pills.
Most of the elixirs have expired.
Fang Mingzhi tried his best to save Mu Weiwei, but Mu Weiwei had reached an irreversible point.
"Next...life..., this life...no...no regrets..."
In the end, Mu Weiwei just glanced at the child she gave birth to, then passed away quietly with a smile on her face.
This is her own choice.
But Fang knew he couldn't accept this result.
He finally experienced the most extreme suffering in this world.
The deepest pain.
When the darkest moment came, Fang Mingzhi finally felt the suffering of life and felt his own insignificance.
At this moment, Fang Mingzhi understood everything.
I also feel the way forward for spiritual practice.