The old Taoist priest said a lot of words in one breath. These words consumed a lot of his energy. He paused and did not speak again.
When Ye Yinfeng saw this, his heart felt like a knife. He quickly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old monk's back, slowly injecting his own energy into the other man's body. He hoped that it would have some effect, even just a little bit.
He was also willing to pour all of Bi Sheng's energy into the other party's body, praying silently in his heart.
When Li Xiaoyao saw Ye Yinfeng's actions, he did not stop him. He knew that only in this way, Ye Yinfeng might feel better. An unprecedented powerlessness began to permeate his heart. His senior brother was seriously injured, and
But he couldn't help at all. He could only watch his junior brother doing useless work, but he couldn't do anything.
Perhaps it was Ye Yinfeng's prayer that had an effect, or maybe the infuriating energy he injected into his body had an effect.
The old Taoist priest's complexion improved, a slight blush appeared on his pale face, and his breathing began to become even.
When Ye Yinfeng saw this, he was immediately overjoyed. He couldn't help but speed up the speed of delivering Qi. He hoped that the old Taoist priest would get better soon. He hoped that the Qi in his body could heal the old Taoist priest's injuries. In his heart
All that is left is an innocent heart with no other distractions.
Only the fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao knew what was going on. He knew that his senior brother was already in a state of recovery. But the young man who was sweating profusely had no idea that he was speeding up, and his body was pure "too clear"
"Zhen Qi" surged into the old Taoist's body like gurgling water.
The old Taoist priest gave Li Xiaoyao a sign that he could not bear to destroy the remaining hope in Ye Yinfeng's heart.
Li Xiaoyao stepped forward and hugged Ye Yinfeng's shoulders. He had already burst into tears, but he still said: "Junior brother, please stop. Senior brother, he is fine. Look, he is fine now."
"Really." Ye Yinfeng stopped the flow of Qi, retracted his hands, and climbed in front of the Taoist priest. He found that the Taoist priest's face had a rare blush, and his breathing became more even.
He couldn't help but be ecstatic and cried: "Master will not die, Master will not die."
Only Li Xiaoyao and the old Taoist priest knew all this, but they really couldn't bear to destroy Ye Yinfeng's last remaining hope, but the reality was still cruel.
"Feng'er, you must keep this "Taixu Mental Technique" well and don't fall into the wrong hands. This mental technique hides a huge secret. As for what the secret is, you still need to find it yourself. Also, don't think about it.
Avenge me, do you understand?" The old Taoist priest finally confessed carefully.
Li Xiaoyao was already bursting into tears at this moment, and he nodded quickly.
At this moment, Ye Yinfeng didn't know that the old Taoist priest was in a state of recovery. He thought that through the transfer of his true energy, the old Taoist priest would not have to die, and his own true energy could save the other party. As long as the other party did not die, how could he
He couldn't care less about revenge, so he nodded quickly.
The old Taoist priest stretched out his hands to caress the pair of young men in front of him, and his thoughts flew back to the time when he became his master. He was still a young man at that time, and he knelt stubbornly in front of his master.
I begged him to accept me. But the master thought that my qualifications were too poor, but refused to agree. So I knelt in front of the master's small thatched house for three days and three nights, and finally the master agreed to accept me as his disciple.
Later, the master accepted two more disciples. One was a fat young man, just like the fat Li Xiaoyao in front of him. The other was a handsome and extraordinary young man, just like Ye Yin in front of him.
Like the wind. So he added two more junior brothers, and the three of them lived in harmony. Later, the master disappeared, and no one could control them anymore. His other two junior brothers ran away to Sanqing Mountain, where
They lived a happy and immortal life in Sanqing Temple.
But he traveled to famous mountains and rivers in the world, hoping to find the whereabouts of his master. Finally, Huangtian paid off. He found his master, and his master was still so young, and he was still such a worldly existence. Later, he found his master.
His master explained the matter of teaching skills on his behalf, and found the young man in blue Ye Yinfeng in front of him. He didn't understand why his master did this, but he didn't ask. He only respected his master's explanation in his heart.
Later, I learned that the master had accepted another disciple, who was said to be the thirteenth brother of Li Jing, the current leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He was also a fat young man.
The old Taoist priest felt very tired. He seemed to see his master's stern father-like face and his elegant body.
He looked at the two young men in front of him again. He felt that it was all worth it. He had also waited for the person he was waiting for and left.
Ye Yinfeng fell in front of the old Taoist priest. He lowered his head. He was feeling the old Taoist priest's hand caressing his head lovingly. He was completely immersed in this joy, but
I didn't notice that the seasoned aura was getting weaker and weaker.
Li Xiaoyao obviously felt this, but he still couldn't bear to look up at the old Taoist priest, but his tears became heavier and heavier.
"Remember, you have to find the 'Jade of Apocalypse'. Legend has it that the jade seal passed down from the country is missing a corner, and the missing part was forged into two jade pendants, which are the 'Jade of Apocalypse'. Those two jade pendants are related to
The secret of heaven. Your master has also spent his whole life trying to unlock this secret, but until now the 'Jade of Apocalypse' has not been found. Only these two jade pendants can break the destiny of the world. I hope you will
I can remember. When I die, turn me into ashes and throw me into the Yangtze River, and let me go with the river."
The solemn and cautious voice of the old Taoist priest came to their ears. The voice was like a magic bell that lingered in his mind for a long time.
After hearing that sentence, the two of them nodded solemnly. They had been waiting for him to continue. But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement. Ye Yinfeng didn't understand, so he raised his head just in time.
Facing that thin face with a slight smile.
But Li Xiaoyao lowered his head even lower. At this moment, he knew that his senior brother had already gone west. This senior brother who had never met before, they met here for the first time, but it was also the last time, but they didn't know that this was the case.
ending.
"No??????, Master, you don't want to die??????", a sad cry resounded, echoing in the temple,
Li Congjia, who was outside the temple, shivered all over. He heard the sound, and he also knew that the sound was made by Ye Yinfeng. He hurriedly got up from the stone and hurriedly walked toward the temple.
He ran away, followed closely by the old man Dugu.
The old yellow dog also heard the barking. It was hesitating whether to go in to see its little master, but unexpectedly, its eyes dimmed, and a fat figure hurried past it, followed closely by another.
A figure rushed inside.
The yellow dog waggled its tail and followed the two people in front of him into the temple.
Little fat Li Congjia jogged and arrived at the Guanyin statue. What he saw in front of him stunned him.
But they saw Ye Yinfeng holding a man in a worn Taoist robe and crying bitterly, while the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao was crying beside him, trying not to let himself cry.
The man in Ye Yinfeng's arms was lying softly like an old man snoring, but there was still a trace of contented smile on his pale face. That smile was like a spring breeze, which made people look at it and not have the same feeling after death.
The feeling of horror is just endless nostalgia and mourning.
The old man Dugu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to feel the breath of the person in Ye Yinfeng's arms, then shook his head and walked away silently, his expression darkened. He knew the old Taoist priest and had a good relationship with him, but there were many of them.
He hadn't seen each other for years, and he didn't expect that his last meeting would be in a small temple in a remote village. He suddenly understood that the weirdo who stole wine and dogs in this village was his old friend.
He also immediately understood why he wanted to steal wine and why he wanted to steal all the dogs here. He was using wine to anesthetize himself and use the smell of wine to cover up his serious injuries. Dogs are the most sensitive animals.
If the dog here is not dealt with, he will be discovered by others at any time. No wonder the Shura boy seduced the yellow dog brought by Ye Yinfeng. It turned out that he wanted to find out his whereabouts, but he just wanted to find out his whereabouts.
He died before he could implement his plan.
Ye Yinfeng held the sloppy old Taoist priest whose body was gradually stiffening. The dazed look in his eyes was like two deep and bottomless holes.
The tears have long since dried up, and my heart has long been so painful that I can no longer feel it.
That sunset with blood-like sunset appeared in his mind again. He was only ten years old at that time, and it was the first time they met. That was how much he disliked this slovenly old Taoist priest.
At that time, I was so afraid of the strange appearance of this old Taoist priest, and that twilight when the setting sun was like blood.
And now think about it, even if the blood-red sunset was no longer so scary, the sloppy old Taoist priest was not so annoying. It turns out that the sloppy old Taoist was also so amiable at that time, but time will not go back again, the past
Nothing will come back again.
Ye Yinfeng stopped sobbing, and his dull expression was heartbreaking. No one could understand what this young man had gone through, and no one could understand how sad he felt at this time.
Li Xiaoyao couldn't do it, and neither could the little fat Li Congjia. Maybe the old man Dugu could feel it a little, but they couldn't do anything and could only accompany him in sorrow in this temple.
Sad with his sadness, painful with his pain.
The road is walked by one's own feet, and only one who is strong enough can walk out of the sad state of mind. The pain is often more intense than imagined, and no one knows what Ye Yinfeng's state of mind is at this time.
I know, maybe even he himself doesn't know. This time the stinging pain once again shattered his strength, and he could no longer feel any consciousness.
He numbly put down the stiff corpse of the old Taoist priest, took a few steps back, knelt down on his knees again, bowed his head heavily on the ground, and did not get up for a long time.
Li Xiaoyao also knelt beside Ye Yinfeng, kneeling with him without making a sound.
After a long time, Ye Yinfeng stood up. His legs were already numb from kneeling, and he staggered, almost unsteady. Fortunately, the old man Dugu had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he was able to hold him up.
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Ye Yinfeng nodded to him numbly. He leaned over to help the old Taoist priest up, then squatted down and put the stiff corpse on his back. Finally, he walked out with staggering steps.
Go.
Li Xiaoyao picked up the long sword dropped by Ye Yinfeng and followed him closely. The little fat man and the old man Dugu also walked out behind the fat Taoist priest. The old yellow dog whined, maybe it felt
In this strange atmosphere, he rushed out in front of Ye Yinfeng.
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On the riverside, the surging river water kept lapping against the towering rocks on the shore, stirring up waves several feet high. The waves fell from the shore and turned into turbid foam, swirling and disappearing with the river water.
Ye Yinfeng held a wine jar and stood quietly on a rock by the river. The gusts of river wind blew his dull cheeks pale, and his hair that was casually draped was flowing in the wind.
Behind his back was a long sword without an edge. He stared at the river, standing proudly like a tough pine tree, and the blue clothes on his body were constantly rising and falling.
Behind him stood the fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao, the little fat man Li Congjia, the old man in commoner clothes, Dugu, and of course the old yellow dog that whined a few times from time to time.
There were several local villagers standing behind them. They came because of the smoke. When they learned the inside story, they also looked sad. They did not expect the wine thief in the Dragon King Temple.
Dog is also a Taoist priest, and a true immortal Taoist.
Ye Yinfeng opened the lid of the wine jar with a solemn expression, reached out and grabbed a handful of ashes from inside and shook it vigorously. The ashes all over the sky were swept up by the river wind, spinning around Ye Yinfeng, and then started to fall.
It fell into the river with the wind, without stirring up even a single wave.
The river water kept lapping at the rocks beside the river, making bursts of "rumbling" sounds, and a wine jar was thrown into the middle of the river. The wine jar followed the rolling river water, avoiding the
He was surrounded by whirlpools everywhere, but he stubbornly did not sink into the river, and kept floating on the surface of the river, gradually disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.
Ye Yinfeng stared at the wine jar drifting with the waves on the river like a sculpture. From time to time, a group of white cranes flew over the river, flapping their wings around the wine jar.
The sky has fallen, and the endless night has begun its journey to cover the earth,
Ye Yinfeng seemed to see the blood-like sunset glow on the horizon again, and the bright red blood stains like fire began to boil.