Compared to the Holy Mage who is used to seeing life and death, John is still unable to treat the end of life of the people around him indifferently.
Master Jingyi was his guide on the path of spiritual practice. He even took good care of him during the time he was studying in the Holy Land. In a certain kind of psychology, he also took over the role of some female elders and lacked knowledge about his past and present lives.
For him, who loves a mother, the relationship is still very close.
So John immediately bowed to the Holy Master again and hurriedly teleported to the door of Master Jingyi's courtyard.
"Is it John? Come in..."
A voice with an aged tone sounded.
Master Jingyi's voice is still so resonant, with a masculinity that many women don't have, but there is an unavoidable aging in the voice.
Time is not forgiving!
Calculated by age, this female mage is already over 120 or 30 years old. Ordinary people will never live to this age. Even as a mage, the inheritance of the Holy Land is not good at maintaining health, so if you don't practice
Due to special skills or taking some magical potions and other external substances, a mage usually only lives a few decades longer than a mortal.
Of course, most of the old mages are astral, and this spirit body similar to the soul can also allow them to continue to exist in another form after the end of their lifespan, so John is less sad. Of course, the sadness is there.
It's inevitable.
Because the existence of the astral body sounds very beautiful, but it is different from the gods and immortals. Once transformed, part of the soul will be assimilated by the law of the Tao, which is equivalent to Hedao in disguise. Naturally, a lot of human emotions will be lost. Although the memory is still there
, but unable to maintain the original emotions, after becoming an astral life, the feelings that once existed have become completely different.
Therefore, after the elders of the Mage Holy Land become astral beings, they will become desireless, almost in a state of forgetfulness. They rarely appear in front of outsiders, and they all sit on the periphery of the space at the axis of the world in Shangri-La as a defense.
The first barrier to foreign invaders.
When he entered the room, he saw Master Jingyi, who was already very old. His originally tall and strong body was stooped, and his face and hands were covered with wrinkles.
"Master Jingyi..."
Master Jingyi slowly waved his hand.
Said comfortingly:
"Don't be sad. Although my body has expired, my astral body will continue to exist. But I am very happy that you can come back during my last period."
"I joined the Mage Holy Land when I was a teenager and gave up the opportunity to have a family and have children because of my cultivation. Sometimes I also wonder what life would have been like if I had not chosen to have a family and have children in pursuit of strength and truth, so I saw you
, it’s like seeing my own child. If possible, I would like to live for a few more years, so that I won’t have any worries until you leave this world and become an astral being who cannot interfere with the world.”
The corners of John's eyes were slightly moist and he said with a smile:
"Then I came back just in time. This Philosopher's Stone can completely allow you, Master Jingyi, to live for several hundred more years. Even if I return to my own world, I can have the opportunity to come here again. Of course I hope
At that time, the Holy Master did not correct the timeline again, otherwise we would have to learn about it all over again."
As John spoke, he took out the small Stone of Life and made a pendant with mithril on the spot.
When making the youth potion for Mrs. Melissa, not even one thousandth of the energy of this small stone of life was used.
Master Jingyi smiled happily and accepted this gift from a junior.
"I do agree with you. This thing is worth as much as a divine weapon."
I saw that after the female mage took over the pendant, her body changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her old body straightened up as if it was rejuvenated with youthful vitality. The wrinkles on her body also relaxed a lot, and she suddenly changed from a picture to a picture.
The appearance of someone who is about to die of old age has changed into that of a strong old man in his sixties.
And the longer you wear it, the more youth and life you will regain.
"I got several pieces of this thing, but it's a pity that the Holy Mage didn't accept it."
Master Jingyi shook his head.
"The Holy Mage must be tired. He has the power of the Heavenly Father. As long as he is willing, he can continue to live until the end of the world. However, inheriting this power does not come without a price. He has to sit on the top of a mountain every day and sit on the top of the world.
Monitoring the earth is also a hard job. If you give up this power, you can be considered relaxed and free."
John can understand this.
Immortality does not come without a price, just like the gods who were born due to faith must be shackles of faith and priesthood, and they are not free to act. That's why the Chinese Taoism in the previous life developed a new path to immortality.
It is more carefree than Shinto, and is less restricted by the laws of heaven.
How else to say that Shinto is noble and immortal is free!
After reminiscing with Master Jingyi for a long time, John finally thought about the mission entrusted by the Holy Master, so he said goodbye with some reluctance.
Fortunately, Master Jingyi now has the effect of the Philosopher's Stone and will not die soon. There are still many opportunities to meet, so John said goodbye to her and teleported directly to the most famous city in Washington State in North America, Seattle.
On top of a tall building.
This is still the coordinate point where Master Jingyi brought him here.
After all, he had rarely been active in the United States before, not to mention that the economic development of the western region at that time was completely inferior to that of the eastern region.
Look at your surroundings.
This old-fashioned building, which was once considered a tall building, now looks very old and dilapidated in downtown Seattle.
Moreover, due to changes in the world, this location is no longer the bustling area it once was, but has become an old neighborhood similar to a slum.
With John's super sense of perception, he can hear various sounds coming from the surrounding neighborhoods from time to time, including live broadcasts of crime scenes.
But none of this affects his purpose. After all, "Free America, gun battles every day"! He can't control so much, and he doesn't have the heart to care about the social security of the United States.
Suddenly, a special voice caught John's attention.
"That is?"
John's expression moved, and his figure disappeared instantly. He used the teleportation technique to quickly sense the location of the sound.
…
"Ryan, hurry up, don't let those guys be alert."
A tall, boyish-looking man with a baby face walked in the front, followed by a slightly shorter young man with a standard Hollywood handsome face.
The young man behind him responded lazily:
"Don't worry, Simon. We have dealt with this kind of guy for at least 80 years. It's just a small-scale vampire family. It can be easily dealt with."
Although he was accustomed to the unconventional character of his brother behind him, Simon, a boyish and strong man, could not help but shake his head in disappointment.
Forget it, you'd better be careful and don't end up capsizing in the gutter.
Simon tightened the equipment on his body, holding a machete nearly two feet long, and focused on reaching for the back door of this old warehouse.
The warehouse was bustling with activity, and the sound of heavy metal rock music could be faintly heard from far outside the door. For most people, this was no longer music, but a noise that caused a bad mood.
Simon curled his lips, feeling sorry for the taste of these vampires.
The legendary vampire is an elegant creature, and many novels tie it to aristocratic demeanor.
Obviously the monsters here don't mix well in human society.
Otherwise, I wouldn't live in a cold and dilapidated old warehouse, listening to heavy metal that is only liked by the gangsters at the bottom of human society. There is no high-end red wine as red as blood, and some only have the cheapest beer and supermarket discounts of 1.49 yuan.
How miserable is it to get a big bottle of Fat Mansion Happy Water?