Drunk Immortal Gourd

The evil spirit on Qingyang's body was so frightening that many monks couldn't bear it and were frightened so much that they fell back. Only the Xuanzhu could hold on. He looked up at Qingyang, and suddenly there was a hint of solemnity on his face. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Qingyang, you are possessed!"

Qingyang had just experienced the Blood Demon Sect's counterattack against the seven immortal sects, and he completely dismissed the so-called distinction between good and evil. Now he had experienced the death of Songhe Lao Dao. It was the moment when his mind was unstable, so he shouted: "What? Bullshit demons? As long as they are strong enough, isn’t the Blood Demon Sect still popular? As long as I can save my master, I don’t mind killing everyone in the world.”

Facing Qingyang who was full of evil aura, Xuanzhu showed no fear and said: "Good and evil are in your heart. If you think killing us can save Master Songhe, then do it."

A stern look flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and he waved his palms to take action, but in the end he didn't make up his mind to kill the three monks because they deserved their punishment. Killing the monk of Qinglong Temple was a bit far-fetched. Especially this Xuanzhu, whom I have known since childhood. Over the years, my master has lived in Qinglong Temple and has been taken care of by Xuanzhu's master and apprentice. It means that Xuanzhu has been fulfilling his filial piety in front of his master on his behalf. If I kill him, Isn't it repaying kindness with hatred?

Thinking of this, Qingyang's movements slowed down, and he did not take this palm after all.

Seeing that Qingyang did not take action, Xuanzhu continued: "There is no strict distinction between good and evil. The right way can do evil things, and evil spirits can also do right things, so whether you are right or evil depends on your nature. Heart. The emergence of Master Song He has happened in the past few days. He has already expected this and has told the monks of Qinglong Temple about his future affairs. It has nothing to do with the group of people coming to kill him. You killed Hu Xiaobei. When someone has already taken revenge, how can he continue to anger others?"

Qingyang actually understood what Xuanzhu said. The death of Master Songhe Laodao had something to do with Hu Xiaobei, but the relationship was not very big. He killed three of them, and the grudges were settled. If he killed others, he would It's a bit expanded. The monks of Qinglong Temple are weak and have no ability to stop Tora Xiaobei who is in the middle stage of Qi Refining. It is far-fetched to say that they are refusing to save him, and there are more than a hundred people watching the fun outside. Strictly speaking, they are refusing to save him. It cannot be said. Kill them all, right?

The reason why Qingyang was so angry just now was, on the one hand, because the demonic path had flourished recently and the seven immortal sects had been destroyed, and the depression in his heart could not be evacuated; on the other hand, he suddenly saw his dearest person die, and the inner demons were filled with grief. If you are causing trouble, you will be unable to control yourself for a while.

After killing three people in a row, and with this period of buffering, the depression and grief in his heart were relieved a little. Qingyang's mind gradually returned to clarity, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly faded. He was not a murderous person. , nor will he indulge himself in killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Seeing that Qingyang's condition was a little better, Xuanzhu took out a letter from his arms and said: "This is what Master Songhe put here for me a long time ago and asked me to give it to you."

Qingyang took the letter and looked at it. It was the master's handwriting. Looking at the handwriting on it, it was obvious that it had been written for a long time and had been kept here in Xuanzhu. Qingyang tore open the envelope and saw what was written inside: "Disciple Qingyang, I have recently felt that my end has come as a master. I am afraid that I will not live for a few more days. They say that the older you get, the more you fear death. But the old Taoist doesn't care. I can live a hundred years in this life." I have long been satisfied. The most proud thing in my life as a teacher is to have a good disciple. Unfortunately, I can't see you again before I leave. That's fine. I'll leave quietly and you'll be fine. care……"

Looking at the familiar handwriting and the kind words inside, the master's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of his eyes. Qingyang couldn't help but feel a sore nose and a trace of mist in his eyes.

Vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with a wretched expression coaxing a five or six-year-old child with a bunch of candied haws; vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with gray hair, taking a little Taoist boy with him. He cheated the world; vaguely, he seemed to see that the little Taoist priest gradually grew up, and the old Taoist priest with gray hair finally had the opportunity to leisurely enjoy life; vaguely, he seemed to see that the old Taoist priest was willing to take risks for The disciple stole it and evaded the immortal master's detection by pretending to be dead; vaguely, he also saw a dying old Taoist who stood on the edge of the mountain every day and looked forward to the distance, but never got what he hoped for.

In the end, all the scenes disappeared, leaving only the soundless corpse on the chair in front of him, like dead wood. This time, the master is really dead and has really left me. He will never be seen again. He is the only one left in the world.

In fact, Qingyang knows that master will have this day sooner or later. Old Taoist Songhe cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. He can only be a mortal in this life. Even if he achieves the ultimate goal of a mortal, he will only have a lifespan of more than a hundred years. This scene before him is what will happen sooner or later. It happened without any accident.

Before Qingyang came back this time, he had been mentally prepared for this. He even thought that his master had passed away long ago. Unexpectedly, his master persisted until the moment before he came back. The only regrettable thing is that due to a strange combination of circumstances, Songhe Lao Dao died before Qingyang came back. Qingyang did not see him for the last time, so from this point of view, Hu Xiaobei and the other two deserved their death.

People cannot be resurrected, the past is gone, and Qingyang cannot live in grief forever. Moreover, Songhe Lao Dao chose to hold on at the last moment and actively seek death, allowing Qingyang to completely cut off all thoughts and let go of all worries. , so as to feel at ease in cultivating.

Master has good intentions, how can Qingyang not appreciate it? Everything just happened was just an expression of true feelings. He had been practicing for decades, and he still had some self-control. He quickly adjusted himself, nodded to Monk Xuanzhu, and said, "Xuanzhu, thank you very much this time."

Then Qingyang didn't wait for Xuanzhu and others to speak, he bent down and picked up Songhe Laodao's body, and walked step by step outside the hall. The warriors outside the hall had seen Qingyang's method of flying from the sky before, and also knew what happened inside the hall. When they saw Qingyang coming out of the hall, no one dared to come forward to cause trouble. They just let him go. The road was opened.

Old Taoist Songhe died, and the Tiger Gang members who came to cause trouble were also killed. The incident disappeared and there was no excitement left. Xuanzhu called the monks from Qinglong Temple, persuaded the warriors present to go down the mountain, and finally restored the purity of the temple.

However, because of this incident, the image of Qinglong Temple in the surrounding arena became even higher. After the warriors who experienced this incident returned, they spread the word about everything that happened here, and gradually the rumors became more and more outrageous.