My weird life

"The heavens are full of energy, and my Dao Sun is prosperous... My Dao Sun is prosperous..."

The billowing strange rhyme overflowed the bodies of Su Wu and others, rushing towards an unknown place like a sea tide.

In this eerie silence, only the murmurs of senior brother Xuan Qing could be heard intermittently.

Wait until the rhyme completely subsides,

Rushing into unknown territory.

Xuan Jue and Su Wu slowly opened their eyes.

The headless body of the old Taoist priest Xuanzhao fell on his back on the mountain steps. He was still holding the draped bag tightly in his hand, but the peach blossom in the draped bag had also withered.

——Xuan Bi died with Xuan Zhao.

Just when the strange thing happened, Taoist Master Xuan Zhao attracted Su Wu's attention with his last words.

So much so that Su Wu had never seen that Li Wei with his own eyes.

There is no 'concept' of that seriousness left in my heart.

But Senior Sister Xuanbi, who he had always taken with him, failed to heed Xuanqing's warning at the last moment - she did not remove any memory of Junior Brother Xuanzhao, and took this memory with her to join Xuanzhao. Killed by that unknown Li Wei.

Su Wu picked up the head of the old Taoist priest who was rolling in the weeds on the mountain steps.

Carefully pieced together on the old Taoist's neck,

But it will never be the same again.

There was still that very thin trace of blood on his neck, which was so shocking that Su Wu couldn't ignore it.

With a calm expression on his face, he placed the withered peach blossom on Xuan Zhao's chest so that the old Taoist priest Xuan Zhao's hands could hold the peach blossom.

Xuan Jue stood behind Su Wu,

The golden and bronze face faced Xuan Zhao, who was on the ground with his head and head divided.

His eyes were full of unspeakable sorrow.

He pursed his lips, and tears fell down his face painted with gold paint one by one, blurring out some of the gold paint.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

There is no afterlife and we will never meet again. Junior brother. "Xuan Jue muttered something in a low voice. He walked closer to Su Wu, bent down, and gently patted Xuan Zhao on the shoulder.

He turned back and looked at his senior brother Xuan Qing.

At this time, there were no traces of tears on his face, and his expression was calm.

Xuanqing's face was full of tears.

The eldest brother looked at Xuan Zhao on the ground indifferently. He frowned and asked Su Wu and Xuan Jue in confusion: "Who is this old Taoist priest? Is he a fellow sect of Maoshan Wu?"

"yes.

An old Taoist priest from Maoshan who died suddenly. Xuan Jue replied calmly, his eyes dark.

"is that so……"

Xuan Qing murmured to himself. He walked over and looked at Xuan Zhao's body.

Tears couldn't stop pouring from his eyes.

"We are also from the same sect. Although we are not close, it makes me uncomfortable to see him so old and die so miserably. I feel so uncomfortable..." Xuan Qing wiped his tears while explaining the reason for his tears. .

He squatted beside Xuan Zhao's body.

Weeping loudly: “Who is he?

Why do I feel so bad?

Why does my heart hurt so much? ! "

…

Xuan Zhao's sash bag was carried on Su Wu's shoulders. Three black-clothed Taoist priests were walking on the long mountain steps, having already climbed over Xia Mao Mountain and headed towards the 'Sanmao Taoist Temple'.

Xuanqing seems to have fully recovered,

He never retained the slightest memory of Junior Brother Xuanzhao.

Along the way, he talked about the various beautiful scenery of Maoshan Wu and his own experiences and knowledge in these mountains.

But every time he was halfway through talking about his own experiences decades ago, he would be at a loss for a moment, frowning and thinking for a long time, then shaking his head with dejection and saying nothing.

"Further forward, on the gentle slope, is Sanmao Taoist Temple!"

Seeing a large courtyard built on the gentle slope of the mountain under the cover of dead trees, Xuan Qing's eyes showed nostalgia. He pointed to the large courtyard with white walls and black tiles, and continued to say to Su Wu, "I have lived here since I was a boy. Here, my master was devoted to cultivating Taoism and did not discipline me very much. I often went up to the trees to pick out birds and went down to the river to catch fish. I was very happy for several years.

Later, Master went down the mountain to wander around,

Bring back Junior Brother Xuanjue and Junior Sister Xuanbi.

Both of them are silent in nature, and they both have the same nature as their master. They devote themselves to cultivating Taoism and ignore external affairs.

I still walked alone most of the time, and began to frequent the training room in Nanzang.

And later,

At the foot of the mountain, a small county called Qianlingxi was attacked by evil spirits. The master brought back a child...

after that……"

Xuan Qing frowned again.

Su Wu followed up and said: "Don't think about that. Uncle Xuanqing should think carefully about where the manuscript of "Mr. Baiyun's Dengzhenji" is located in Sanmao Taoist Academy."

"What's there to think about?

Hidden on the beam of the woodshed, I don’t even have to recall it. Xuan Qing waved his hand and said.

However, Su Wu's words finally diverted his attention.

He was no longer immersed in reminiscing about the past, and led the way, leading the three of them to Sanmao Taoist Temple.

On the sky,

The red mist floating between the mountains of Maoshan,

I don't know when he disappeared.

The three of them entered the Sanmao Taoist Temple and saw that the Taoist temple was full of corpses of Taoist priests wearing various colored robes.

Seeing the dead bodies, the expressions of the three of them became much more serious.

Many corpses in Xuanqing Dynasty bowed their heads and said: "This place can only be burned down with a fire later, otherwise it will breed plague ghosts and attract evil spirits to cause trouble."

Xuan Jue nodded and recited the "Supreme Suffering Sutra" in a low voice.

‘Yuntaiyuan’ is located on the west side of Sanmao Taoist Temple.

The three of them walked through the alleys and alleys of Sanmao Taoist Temple. Xuan Qing led the way in a familiar manner, and soon they arrived at a portal with two black wooden doors.

Above the two black painted doors,

There is a door hanging with the words "Yuntaiyuan" written on it.

Xuan Qing was in front, pushing the door open and walking into the courtyard.

Su Wu followed.

Xuan Jue finally followed,

Xuan Jue, who looked like a skinny Buddha, stood at the door and closed the door.

He glanced indifferently at Su Wu in front of him, and Xuan Qing, the senior brother who had already reached the door of Yuntaiyuan's woodshed. Xuan Jue opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his mouth.

In the cold silence, the strange rhyme that kills all things surged from the two doors behind him!

The strange rhyme flooded through,

The gate tower of Yuntaiyuan was cut into two sections.

The first half collapsed with a rumble,

Submerged, Xuan Jue's figure stood motionless at the door.

Dust and smoke are everywhere.

Outside the collapsed gatehouse,

Red mist mixed with white phosphorus fire is looming.

A mottled brass sword covered with rust and blood stains, which formed strange patterns on the surface, flew up from the billowing smoke.

The red mist mixed with white phosphorus fire also spread in the Sanmao Taoist courtyard.

The dead bodies were all swept into the red mist.

The sound of chewing was faintly visible in the red mist.

All the Taoist corpses in Sanmao Taoist Temple were gone.

Only dripping blood stains were left, and the putrid corpse water was spread on the floor tiles of the Taoist temple.

Xuan Qing turned to look at the collapsed gate tower, but stopped Su Wu from turning around with his eyes. He shouted: "Run away!"

follow closely--

A series of golden and red talismans emerged from his body, and all kinds of talismans formed a vague human shape in the void, and behind this human figure, there was also a Li Gui who was constantly twisting and struggling, with red hair and four hands!

Oh!

A talisman peeled off from Xuan Qing's body,

The peeling talisman was thrown into Su Wu's body - Su Wu instantly understood a talisman called the 'Tai Shang Forgetting Spell', which could be used to remove certain parts of his own memory!

Xuan Qing had already seen the brass magic sword——

All concepts about this strange thing have been irrevocably imprinted in his mind.

The Supreme Love-forgetting Spell is useless to him!

Yes,

He disassembled this talisman that he had practiced for a long time and gave it to Su Wu for use.

And his talisman figure, carrying the 'Red-haired Gui' on its back, stepped forward and passed by Su Wu.

The brass sword fell gently,

The human form of the Xuanqing talisman instantly turned into a stream of light and dissipated.

The red hair he carries is strange,

Also split in half by a sword,

The two halves ran away and disappeared without a trace.

"Taiyi Sanqing Beginning as an ordinary person, the spiritual platform is bright and the body is light.

Abandoning the mortal world for three thousand kalpas, I leapt into the void.

Keep your mind on the Dantian and concentrate on your thoughts, and the worldly past will appear in your eyes.

The soul gathered at the entrance becomes Qi, and the Qi travels through the meridians and connects the soul..."

The strange charm that made all things dry swept from behind Su Wu. Su Wu felt like he was just a lonely boat, struggling to survive in the boundless tsunami!

He locked his consciousness,

Prevent thoughts from wandering,

Then he immersed his mind in the "Tai Shang Spell of Forgetting Love" that Xuan Qing had practiced for a long time. His own "Sword of Wisdom" instantly merged with the talisman, and the sword of wisdom moved——

Su Wu hesitated for a moment.

After all, cutting off the memory is only a temporary solution, but facing this serious trick that cannot be remembered by oneself at all, I still have nothing to do.

The only thing that can be done is to cut off the memory.

Avoid its attack!

Backing up like this step by step,

One day,

Will I forget my original intention of coming to Maoshan Witch?

Have you forgotten the last wishes of several masters and uncles?

I have nothing to do with this matter anymore.

The three division commanders each risked their lives in the hope of putting an end to the Maoshan witch scourge—but he forgot about it so easily. Isn't this a betrayal? !

But it is inevitable to cut off the memory,

Then what should I use to record this matter?

——

The sword of wisdom cuts down!

Su Wu closed his eyes, relied on his ears and sense of smell to identify the direction, and shuttled through Yuntai Courtyard, his body disappearing into the shadows. The next moment, a faint red mist penetrated from reality into the shadow world!

He can't seal this red mist,

The figure instantly escaped from the shadow and rushed into the woodshed with the door closed in front!

call--

The red mist mixed with bits of white phosphorus fire drowned the brass magic sword in the yard. Before this fierce attack, it rushed into the woodshed. The red mist filled the entire woodshed and stopped flowing here.

Su Wu stood in the woodshed covered with red mist.

He looked up at the beams of the woodshed.

"Roof beam..."

he muttered.

In the red mist all around,

Dots of white phosphorus fire swayed slightly.

One by one, illusory voices sounded from the white phosphorus fire: ""Guan Zhen Lu", the third generation patriarch of the Sympathy..."

"The Qing Dynasty carries a beautiful canopy, and the founder of the Qing Dynasty..."

"Golden Light Talisman..."

"Five Thunder Curse..."

The ethereal voices in the white phosphorus fire grew lower and lower.

The old male voice sounded again from the red mist: "One more to go, one to go..."

Su Wu climbed up the beam and saw a blackened book tied to a rope on the beam, attached to the inside of the beam. As the old male voice in the red mist fell silent, the mist seemed to turn into extremely sharp swords, and like evil teeth, grinding Su Wu's body alternately!

The avenue pattern of cyan gold appeared around him.

No matter how the mist grinded, it was difficult to hurt him for the time being!

However, when he really took the book on the beam in his hand,

another kind of cold silence, as if the strange rhythm that made everything withered and silent silently merged into the red mist. Su Wu suddenly felt creepy and immediately issued a command to the simulator: "Exit simulation!"