The forbidden area in the back mountain of Huayu Sect.
Mrs. Hua, who had always been charming, put on a solemn black dress and faced a stone tablet with a sad expression.
"Yu Lang, you once said that we wanted to become immortals together and that we wanted to take Xiaozhi to see what the Immortal Palace is like. But why did you leave so selfishly?"
"You have walked for many years, and I have walked many steps, but I still can't see the end of this road. How many people have become immortals in ancient times? Not even the one from Xianyue Palace!"
"However, I have found a way to make up for Xiaozhi's natural defects. It's just that there is still some time left."
"Thanks to the new monk, that day is coming soon."
Mrs. Hua whispered to herself.
Every year at this time, she would stand here quietly for a day, recalling her former Taoist monks.
"Mother, you came to see father again."
"Mother, can you open the restriction and let Mr. Lu out of the yard?"
Hua Xiaozhi pushed open the door of the forbidden area, walked to Mrs. Hua, and held her hand affectionately.
"No! Xiaozhi, you are just a mortal. Once you leave the restriction, what should you do if that individual hurts you?"
Mrs. Hua lowered her face and flatly refused.
"Mr. Ke Lu is a good person! He is a truly moral person!" Hua Xiaozhi argued.
"Xiao Zhi, how can there be any truly good people in this world! Everyone in the world is here for profit! The San people are trying to please you just to escape from here."
"You have to remember that on the mountain and in this world, only your mother is really good to you. Don't mention the lifting of the ban again."
Mrs. Hua turned away and took out her arm.
"But……"
Is there another high-level monk in the world who is willing to play with a mortal like that?
Mrs. Hua recited the mantra silently, and the collar around Hua Xiaozhi's neck was activated. Hua Xiaozhi did not say the rest of her words.
In a burst of magical light, the flower twig was transported to other places.
"Xiao Zhi, don't blame mother. A person is good now, but what about in the future? You and I don't know."
Mrs. Hua lowered her head, and the setting sun shone blood on her body.
Her eyes gradually wandered, as if she saw the dead Taoist monk, and she seemed to see the kind-hearted herself in the past.
…
Recently, Lu Qing has been feeling very annoyed, especially annoyed.
Even if he recited the Sutra of Immortality ten times, his heart could not calm down.
"Lu Qing, can you stop walking around like a fly? It makes me dizzy!"
In the courtyard, Lin Yuan was lying on a wicker chair and complaining, while Lu Qing kept circling around him.
"Master, am I really not sick?" Lu Qing stopped and asked.
"You are in very good health!" Lin Yuan said loudly.
"But I always feel that Mrs. Hua has been drugged. Maybe the air here is poisonous. I can't always meditate," Lu Qing said.
"Then you are sick!" Lin Yuan looked at Lu Qing from side to side, nodded and said.
"Really? Master, what disease do I have? Can you cure it?" Lu Qing's expression became excited.
"I think you have a serious brain disease!"
Lin Yuan closed his eyes, shook his head, sighed, and added,
"It's hopeless. This disease can't be cured! It doesn't need to be cured."
Because, this is a love disease and there is no cure.
Lin Yuan lay back on the rocking chair and rocked slowly.
"Master! My disciple, I have poor mental endurance. Don't scare me. Please think of a way!"
"Don't give up hope! My disciple can still be saved!"
Hearing that he had a serious brain disease, Lu Qing hurriedly found a cattail leaf fan and placed it next to Lin Yuan, carefully fanning himself.
The wicker chair swayed slightly, and Lin Yuan stared at the door of the small courtyard.
After a while, he said: "The girl hasn't been here for several weeks."
The wind blowing from the cattail leaf fan suddenly stopped, and Lu Qing stared blankly into the distance.
"Yes. Xiaozhi hasn't been here for a long time." Lu Qing agreed.
The irritability subsided, but worry arose in his heart again.
Why did that laughing girl who loved to listen to him recite sutras and pester him suddenly stop coming?
If Xiaozhi goes to make a request, he won't be beaten by that evil lady.
If you want to hit me, hit me, I'm thick-skinned.
The sixteen-year-old boy didn't understand the feelings sprouting in his heart, he just felt uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but walk to the door of the courtyard, a transparent light shield appeared, and complex spells formed a forbidden chain.
There is no way to move forward.
In the next few days, Hua Xiaozhi still did not appear, and no one else came.
This wing, less than a kilometer away from the Huayu Sect's main hall, seems to have been forgotten in this world.
"Master, do you think I can break through the restrictions here if I break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Lu Qing swept away a piece of snow in the courtyard, took out a futon and sat cross-legged on it.
"Don't think about it. Master, I'm still here, which means you can't break through to the Nascent Soul stage." Lin Yuan put his hands behind his back and faced the direction of Changsheng Mountain with a calm tone.
"Master, just because you are here, how can it mean that I can't break through the Nascent Soul stage? What's the point of this!"
Lu Qing's head was filled with questions.
"You will understand later." Lin Yuan did not explain much.
"Then Master, do you have a way to get out?" Lu Qing asked.
Lin Yuan quickly replied: "No."
"Master, can you go and see what happened to Hua Xiaozhi?" Lu Qing asked.
"No way." Lin Yuan shook his head.
The veins on Lu Qing's forehead throbbed, "Then what use do you have, Master?"
"Well, I can chat with you. Do you think so?" Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said seriously.
"Chatting is useless!
"
There was silence in the courtyard for a few seconds, and then there was a huge roar of mourning.
…
The top of a remote mountain in the Huayu Sect was flattened with great power, and flowers as bright as blood were planted there.
These flowers formed an exquisite and coquettish formation, with Madam Hua and Hua Zhizhi in the center, and all the female disciples of the sect standing on the outside.
Flowers grew out of their bodies and were connected to the earth. They were stiff and unable to move. The eyes facing Mrs. Flower were full of fear, anger and hatred.
Mrs. Hua turned a blind eye to these gazes and focused all her attention on the girl floating in front of her.
"The night of the full moon, the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the Spring Red Flower Protection Technique and the flower mud, all the elements are complete tonight!"
"Xiao Zhi, mother will continue the path to immortality for you! Open up the path to immortality for you!"
Madam Hua's eyes were determined, cold blood poison was sprinkled between her fingers, and the formation shone brightly, slowly melting the hundreds of disciples on it into flesh and blood energy.
The soul of the deceased was cursing and wanted to drag the devil and her daughter down to the underworld.
Mrs. Hua's eyes were filled with evil spirits, and she wielded the magic weapon with a long whip and swung it hard.
Behind her, a Dharma image thousands of meters high also appeared, waving a huge whip and whipping it across the top of the mountain with the strong wind.
The ferocious remnant soul perished instantly.
"It doesn't matter if you hate me or curse me. Madam, I am the devil! I am the evil cultivator! But if it affects my daughter's ritual, you will have to die again even if you become a ghost!"
Mrs. Hua put away her magic weapon and began to run her exercises, guiding the formation's flesh and blood energy to wash her daughter's body.
Countless blood-colored lines bloom like flowers one after another on the surface of the flower twig's body, and the silver moonlight falls from the full moon, warming the slumbering body of the flower twig.
Thick dark clouds gathered in the cloudless night sky, thunder flashed, and dull drum sounds were made.
The atmosphere between heaven and earth became extremely heavy.
Boom!
The extremely dazzling purple thunder suddenly descended. Madam Hua was not surprised but overjoyed. She held Hua Xiaozhi's hand with one hand and faced the thunder with the other hand.
The spirit is essentially an illusory existence. It is determined by nature and affects a person's path to immortality.
I don’t know how many people have poor spiritual roots and are trapped in the mortal world, but they have great ability and find new ways to come up with solutions that are only effective for blood relatives.
The energy of flesh and blood is used to return the recipient to a simulated fetal state, and then the caster is used as the spiritual root template, and the trace of creation in the thunder tribulation is used as the knife to carve the spiritual root into the recipient's body.
This method will harm the heaven and earth, and the thunder tribulation will be particularly powerful. As a conductor, the caster's spiritual roots will be destroyed and he himself will die.
The day Madam Hua got the Spring Red Jue from the ruins, she had already made a decision in her heart.
In order for her to quickly advance to the middle stage of Nascent Soul and reach the threshold for casting spells, her husband, monk Yu, also chose to turn into flower mud and become her nourishment.
A bigger and stronger calamity thunder was brewing in the sky. There was no fear in Mrs. Hua's eyes, and there was peace.
"All sins are attributed to me. Xiaozhi, mother will not take care of you in the future."
"When you arrive at Mingyue City, remember to practice well with Aunt Qin. The power of me and your father will protect you until you reach the Nascent Soul stage."
"As for the future, you can only rely on yourself. You are so smart, and your journey to immortality will definitely go smoothly."
"Goodbye, my daughter."
Mrs. Hua lowered her head and kissed Hua Xiaozhi gently on her forehead.
The thicker and stronger thunder pillar rushed down, drowning the two of them and shaking the mountain.
Lu Qing, who was practicing in the courtyard, was stunned and pointed into the distance with his hand, trembling physically and mentally.
"Master, come out and see the lightning! It's such a big lightning!"
"I don't know! That's a thunderstorm!" Lin Yuan swung his fly whisk and slapped Lu Qing on the forehead angrily.
"Thunder Tribulation?"
"That's right. It's still the Nine Heavens Demonic Thunder, specially designed to kill those who harm the laws of heaven!" Lin Yuan explained.
"To be remembered by heaven and earth? How evil is this! He should be killed." Lu Qing felt relieved and gave a thumbs up to Jie Lei.
The calamity thunders came one after another. When Lu Qing counted the third thunder, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the restrictions in the courtyard were loosened.
And when the fifth thunderbolt fell, the restriction was completely broken, and Lu Qing ran out of the yard.
Facing the free wind, Lu Qing shouted excitedly. At that moment, Lin Yuan felt that this kid looked like a husky inexplicably.