After a long time, the old Taoist who couldn't pretend anymore sneezed, rubbed his nostrils vigorously and said: "Brother, my heart is reincarnation, my technique is reincarnation, and the road I want to take is the road of reincarnation that no one can figure out."
"It is the way and it is the way."
"If you have different Taoism, don't conspire against each other. No matter what you say, I will still say the same old saying. My Tao is not in the Wen Palace, nor is it within the inheritance."
"My Word..."
Eyelids rolled up, he stretched out his hands to grab at the mountainside.
"Whoosh."
A withered and dead grass was held in his hand, and the glow bloomed, covering it from top to bottom.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
In three breaths, the dead grass is full of vitality and the leaves are green.
Duan Ziqian did not speak, but he also took a piece of dead grass from the air and breathed new life into it.
And the time it took him was even shorter, just one breath.
The black mole old man shook his head and said: "Senior brother, if you use your immortal power to instill it, this cannot be called a real resurrection from the dead."
"Everything in the world, all living beings, their ultimate fate cannot escape the road of reincarnation that they must take."
"This little grass of mine can live. Its vitality comes from my twelve thousand years of life and death insights in the early stage of the 18th level of stagnant true immortal. I have never used half of my immortal power."
Duan Ziqian said disdainfully: "What's the difference?"
"Your grass is alive, and so is my grass."
"Under the saint, reincarnation has its way."
"But if you become a saint and the path of reincarnation is shattered, how can you say there is no escape?"
"You insist on getting into trouble that you can't understand, but you still think that you are on the right track. Junior brother, you have disappointed me so much."
Gradually becoming more severe, Duan Ziqian stood up upset and said: "If you are stubborn, you will undoubtedly bring about your own destruction, you know?"
The old black mole did not engage in meaningless arguments, he dropped the grass with a self-deprecating look on his face, lowered his head and took a nap again.
Duan Ziqian saw that he was angry, raised his hands and scolded him repeatedly: "Mo, you are ashamed of your master."
"you......"
Seeing that his senior brother was about to give a long lecture again, the old Taoist interrupted impatiently: "Okay, stop talking nonsense."
"I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I know your Patriarch Duan's character and temper best."
"First you use Master to suppress me, and then you use Wen Dian to suppress me. After all, you just want something from me, but you can't erase your arrogant face?"
"Are you tired, my senior brother?"
Rolling his eyes, the black mole old man brought the already roasted spiritual bird to the table angrily and said: "Tell me, who do you want me to deal with this time?"
Duan Ziqian felt a little embarrassed after someone revealed his inner feelings. He sat back on the wooden chair and said, "Suning."
The old Taoist suddenly said: "Jiang Lin'an's successor? The current Lord of Dragon and Phoenix?"
Duan Ziqian nodded and said: "Yes."
The old Taoist was furious, his eyes were spitting fire and he said: "How many levels of real immortals are these ants from a small world that are just incompetent?"
"Bah, no matter how many levels of true immortal he is, I am truly an eighteenth-level true immortal."
"Duan Ziqian, are you deliberately making fun of me?"
"My life is not going well, why do you come to Yunjiao Mountain to disgust me?"
"I must not be too proud. No matter how hard I try, I will never attack a junior from the lower world."
"You want face and reputation, why don't I just want to give up on you?"
"If word of this gets out, will labor and management be laughed at for ten thousand years?"
Jumping to his feet in anger, the old Taoist spit out angrily and said: "Get out of here, get out of here right away."
"This matter is non-negotiable and I won't agree to it."
Duan Ziqian's eyebrows darkened, he put his hand on his forehead and said: "Junior brother, after I finish telling you the cause and effect, you will understand why I came to your Yunjiao Mountain."
"Four years ago, Suning came to the fairy world for the first time and swore an oath to heaven in the Demon Burial Mountains..."
"Yes, senior brother, I'm sorry that I can't tell you the true identity of the masked woman for the time being."
"Hey, hey, don't worry, when did I tell you that I wanted you to do it yourself?"
"With this plan, I intend to destroy the Dragon and Phoenix Dharma that Suning possesses, not to kill him."
"What you have to do is lend me the "Dream Inkstone" that Master left for you."
"I want to create a beautiful dream for Suning in this small Qingfeng City that no one can stop. It will be so beautiful that you will be intoxicated until you die."