Chuxue's safety was important, but Jiang Xiaoyu always had a hunch that a woman as smart as Chuxue would be able to turn danger into good.
Right now, the most important thing is to fulfill Wen Zhiming's instructions. After all, the crisis of the Four Symbols Sect is imminent. If it is too late, if an accident occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.
All Jiang Xiaoyu wants to do now is to quickly find a tailor to mend Lan Yue's memory. In that case, the Four Symbols Sect can have an extra layer of insurance.
However, what he didn't know was that Wen Zhiming never thought that Jiang Xiaoyu and others could find the tailor. They were just seeds broadcast by the Four Symbols Sect.
Once something unexpected happens to the sect, they will be the seeds of the Four Symbols Sect. Given the time, the Four Symbols Sect will definitely be able to return as the king with the power of starting a prairie fire again.
Watching Feng Chengping walk away, Jiang Xiaoyu knew that he would not leave Chu Yang for a while. The reason why he left here was probably because he was afraid that the people around him would misunderstand him, which would only cause more troubles.
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In the nameless space, the sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang" echoed continuously.
Judging from the number of echoes, this space is very large.
Looking down, there is a bottomless gap. Below the gap, if you listen carefully, there seem to be waves of howling ghosts.
Above the gap, a huge turtle shell covers it.
The turtle shell has a limited area and cannot completely cover the gap.
At the edge, there was a short old man with muscles all over his body. He was holding a hammer bigger than himself. Every time he dropped it, a "clang" sound was heard in the space.
However, if you look at it from a distance, you can't see what he is tapping.
A middle-aged man with a mustache, narrowed eyes, and a slightly frail appearance suddenly appeared next to him. However, the old blacksmith was unmoved and continued to hammer hard.
"Old blacksmith, are you sure you can beat this spiritual embryo into a thin piece of paper that covers the entire gap?"
The old blacksmith looked like an honest man who only knew how to do hard work. He ignored the mustache and the huge hammer fell with a "clang", and the sound was so loud that the mustache couldn't help but cover his ears.
"It's annoying! It's really annoying! Listening to this sound every day, my ears will be deafened!"
The old blacksmith glanced at his mustache with disdain, and then started beating again.
Only when you get closer can you see clearly that what the old blacksmith is beating is actually a spiritual fetus with aura emanating from its entire body.
If people from Chongnan Temple see it, they will definitely find that this is the spiritual fetus of Monk Xinzhi.
Monk Zhizhi, the legendary Buddhist master.
Not only did he train several famous disciples, he was also a legendary figure who had broken through the void.
Back then, he entered the underworld alone and killed three thousand evil spirits that were harassing the human world.
At that time, the Buddhist gate in the Western Heaven was about to be opened for him. Unexpectedly, he returned directly to the human world.
People didn't know what all this was about. Of course, even if people had doubts, no one dared to ask.
Not long after, the master of mind died, completely dead.
Of course, Buddhism calls death Nirvana, but they all mean the same thing.
The mind is a figure in Buddhism that after death, the spiritual fetus remains in the world.
His spiritual fetus has surpassed everyone's imagination.
Of course, since he is completely dead, his spiritual fetus can only be an unconscious existence.
The old blacksmith swung his hammer high, and when the hammer landed on the head of the spiritual fetus, it emitted circles of spiritual light.
The mustached man sat on the side with his legs crossed and said, "I've been knocking for a long time and there's still no response at all. You haven't eaten or something."
The old blacksmith finally raised his head and gave his mustache a white look, "Come here!"
The mustachioed man immediately turned around, pouted and said, "I use my words but not my hands."
Suddenly, the entire space shook.
The old blacksmith looked at the corner of the turtle shell not far away and whispered: "This guy is going to wake up again."
The mustache clapped his hands and stood up, "It seems it's time for me to take action again."
As he spoke, the mustache puffed up his cheeks, and then instantly rose into the air, shouting towards the turtle shell below: "Old turtle, I want to sleep."
The shaking of space suddenly stopped.
"You see!" The mustache shouted to the old blacksmith: "You can speak, but you will never do anything."
The old blacksmith ignored him and continued to bang.
Above, a man and a horse appeared.
Perhaps because they both have the same surname, Lao Ma fell into the old blacksmith's side.
Lao Ma looked under the gap, then took a few steps back.
The old blacksmith ignored the old horse, even though when the old horse stepped back, the horse's butt almost touched his face.
"Painter, how do you think about the painting that seals the two worlds? However, I advise you not to be so quick. Otherwise, even if you have thought about it, the painting paper is not ready yet."
The mustachioed man looked at the old blacksmith below with a smug smile.
The painter glanced at him and said, "I could have painted the picture of closing your mouth hundreds of years ago."
His mustache shrank and he quickly closed his mouth.
"Go down and discuss something."
The painter fell next to the old blacksmith and said, "Blacksmith, please stop and discuss something."
Hearing the painter's words, the old blacksmith finally put down the hammer in his hand.
"I'm going to go there." The painter directly expressed his thoughts.
When the mustache heard this, he immediately jumped up.
"Is this old horse teasing you? What a dog calls an old horse!"
Lao Ma snorted hot air from his nostrils, "You want the dog to try?"
"Noisy!" The blacksmith waved his hand, and the hammer suddenly appeared in his hand. The hammer swung towards the mustache. If it hit him this time, no one would be able to survive.
"Can't hit!"
The mustachioed man shouted loudly, and the blow really missed his shoulder.
"Okay, okay!"
The painter waved his hand and continued: "I have decided."
"Do you have to go?" the old blacksmith asked.
"The groom has been there for a while, but there has been no news."
The mustached man interjected: "His legs are slippery and he can run fast. It's not easy to finish the game."
Lao Ma swung his tail and said, "I'm not going."
"With you, you have short legs, and you still..."
Before he finished his eight-character nonsense, he met the painter's cold eyes.
He trembled and immediately shut up.
"If this gap is not filled as soon as possible, the other intersections between the two worlds will become more and more fragile. Recently, I have clearly felt that bad luck has rushed into our side."
The two people who listened to him didn't answer at all. Obviously, they knew this.
"The groom went to the other side and wanted to find the powerful person over there to help seal the gap. However, as of now, he has no information at all."
"According to the current trend, even Xuanwu and the Border Painting cannot completely seal this gap. In addition to these two things, someone from the opposite side must also take action to mend it."
The blacksmith nodded, "The groom had the same purpose at the beginning, but it was obvious that he was tied down by something."
"That's why I have to go. Time is tight."
"But..."
"Back then, I could be the only living person from that world to come here. It wouldn't hurt to do it again."
"This time, Lao Ma will come with me."
As he spoke, the painter glanced at the two people in front of him.
"Now, the only problem is that once I get to the other side, everything between me and the world here will be cut off."
The old blacksmith frowned, "Are you worried about the demon cultivators stored in the Beast Control Sect?"
"Non-my family, its heart must be different."
The mustache finally said: "Don't worry, leave it to me, I won't cause any trouble."
The painter glanced at the mustache and asked: "If I don't come back, do you know what to do?"
"I know!" The mustachioed man stroked his beard and said: "Use the secret method of the Beast Control Sect to sacrifice the entire demon realm and create a few damn gods. When the time comes, even if the bad luck comes, we won't be afraid.
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The painter didn't speak anymore, and then looked at the blacksmith, "Paper drawing, we need to speed up. Once I come back, it means things are making good progress."
The old blacksmith said "Yeah", then turned around and raised the hammer, and continued to hammer the spiritual embryo of the mind.
The mustached man looked at the old blacksmith in surprise and said, "I haven't even finished what I said, and you're doing it again?"
The painter rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm done."