my weird life

Chapter 563

"The qi of the heavens is swaying, my dao is prosperous... my dao is prosperous..."

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

In such a quiet and eerie rhyme, only the murmur of senior brother Xuan Qing resounded intermittently.

Until the rhyme completely disappears,

Rush into unknown areas.

Xuan Jue and Su Wu slowly opened their eyes.

The headless body of Taoist Xuanzhao fell on his back on the mountain steps, he was still holding the rucksack firmly in his hand, but the peach blossom in the rucksack had also withered.

—— Xuan Bi went to die with Xuan Zhao.

Just when that trick came, old Taoist Xuanzhao attracted Su Wu's attention with his last words,
So much so that Su Wu never saw that Li Gui with his own eyes,
There is no 'concept' of that cunning in my heart.

But the senior sister Xuan Bi who was with him all the time, did not heed Xuan Qing's warning at the last moment—she did not delete any of her own memories about Junior Brother Xuan Zhao, so she took this memory with her to work with Xuan Zhao. Killed by that unknown Li Gui.

Su Wu picked up the old Taoist leader's head rolled in the weeds on the mountain steps,
Carefully put together on the old Taoist neck,
But it's hard to get back together.

There was still that extremely thin bloodstain on the neck, which was so shocking that Su Wu could not ignore it.

With a calm face, he put the withered peach blossom on Xuanzhao's chest, so that Xuanzhao's hands could hold the peach blossom.

Xuan Jue stood behind Su Wu,

The bronze-colored face faces Xuanzhao, whose head is two parts above the ground,
His eyes were full of unspeakable grief.

He pursed his mouth, and tears rolled down the face painted with gold paint one by one, blurring a little of the gold paint.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

There is no afterlife, and there will be no goodbye.younger brother. " Xuan Jue muttered in a low voice, he approached Su Wu's side, bent down, and lightly patted Xuan Zhao's shoulder.

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

At this moment, there was no trace of tears on his face, and his expression was calm.

Xuan Qing's face was full of tears.

The elder brother looked at Xuanzhao on the ground calmly, frowned, and asked Su Wu and Xuanjue in a daze: "Who is this old Taoist priest? Is he a fellow of the Maoshan witch?"

"Yes.

A dead Maoshan Wu Lao Taoist priest. " Xuan Jue replied calmly, his eyes were dark.

"is that so……"

Xuan Qing muttered to himself, he walked over and looked at Xuan Zhao's body.

Tears could not stop pouring from his eyes.

"It's also from the same family. Although the relationship is not close, but seeing him so old and dying so badly, I feel uncomfortable, I am too uncomfortable..." Xuan Qing wiped his tears while explaining the reason for his tears .

He squatted beside Xuanzhao's body.

Weeping loudly: "Who the hell is he?

Why am I so uncomfortable?

Why does my heart hurt so much? ! "

……

Su Wu carried Xuanzhao's rucksack on his shoulders, and the three black-clothed Taoist priests were walking on the long steps, and they had already crossed Xiamao Mountain and headed for the 'Sanmao Taoist Temple'.

Xuan Qing seems to have fully recovered,
He never retained the slightest memory of Junior Brother Xuanzhao,
Along the way, he talked about the beautiful scenery of Maoshan Wu, his own experience and knowledge in these mountains.

It's just that every time he talked halfway through his own experience decades ago, he would be at a loss for a moment, frown and ponder for a long time, then shake his head dispiritedly and stop talking.

"Further ahead, on that gentle slope, there is Sanmao Taoist Temple!"

Seeing a large courtyard built between the gentle slopes of the mountain under the shade of withered forests, Xuan Qing's eyes showed nostalgia. He pointed to the large courtyard with white walls and black tiles, and continued to Su Wu, "I have lived here since I was young. Here, at that time, Master was devoted to cultivating the Tao, and he didn't discipline me very much. I often climbed trees to pick birds, went down rivers to catch fish, and lived happily for several years.

Later, the master went down the mountain and wandered,

Bring back Junior Brother Xuanjue and Junior Sister Xuanbi.

The two of them are silent in character, and both have the same temperament as the master, devoting themselves to cultivating the Tao and ignoring foreign affairs.

I was still alone most of the time, and I began to frequent the training room in the South Library.

Later,

A small county called Qianlingxi at the foot of the mountain was invaded by evil spirits, and the master brought back a child...

after that……"

Xuan Qing frowned again.

Su Wu followed suit and said: "Don't think about that anymore, Master Xuanqing should think about where the manuscript of "Mr. Baiyun's Deng Zhen Ji" is located in Sanmao Daoyuan."

"Then what's there to think about?
Hidden on the beams of the firewood house, I don't even have to recall. "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, he led the way and led the three of them to Sanmao Daoyuan.

on the sky,
The red mist floating among the mountains of Maoshan,

I don't know when it has disappeared.

The three of them entered the Sanmao Daoist Temple, and saw the corpses of Taoist priests in various robes all over the place.

Seeing the fallen corpses, the expressions of the three became more serious.

The heads of many corpses in the Xuanqing Dynasty saluted, and then said: "We can only burn this place with a fire later, otherwise it will breed plague ghosts and attract evil spirits."

Xuan Jue nodded, and recited the "Tai Shang Sutra of Rescuing Suffering" in a low voice.

'Yuntai Courtyard' is on the west side of Sanmao Daoyuan,

The three of them walked through the lanes and alleys of Sanmao Daoyuan, Xuanqing led the way with ease, and after a while, they came to a gate with two black lacquered wooden doors.

Above the two black-painted doors,

There is a gate hanging with the words "Yuntai Courtyard" written on it.

With Xuanqing in front, he pushed the door and walked into the courtyard.

Su Wu followed behind.

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

He glanced indifferently at Su Wu in front of him, and senior brother Xuan Qing who had already walked to the door of the firewood room in Yuntai Courtyard—Xuan Jue opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his mouth.

Bitter and silent, the strange rhyme of Xiao Shawanwu surged from the two doors behind him!

The rhyme floods past,

The gatehouse of Yuntai Courtyard was cut into two sections.

The first half crashed down,
It overwhelmed the figure of Xuan Jue who was standing still at the door.

Dust is everywhere.

Outside the fallen gatehouse,

The red mist mixed with white phosphorous fire is looming.

A mottled brass dharma sword that was covered with various rust and blood stains, and those traces formed strange patterns and attached to the surface flew up from the billowing smoke and dust.

The red mist mixed with white phosphorous fire also spread in Sanmao Daoyuan.

Those fallen corpses were all swept into the red mist.

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

The corpses of the Taoists in the entire Sanmao Daoyuan are gone.
Only dripping blood was left, and the rotten corpse water was spread all over the floor tiles of the monastery.

Xuan Qing turned his head to look at the collapsed gate, but stopped Su Wu from looking back with his eyes, and shouted: "Flee!"

follow closely--

A series of golden and red talismans emerged from his body, all kinds of talismans formed a vague human figure in the void, and behind this human figure, there was a red-haired Li Gui who was constantly twisting and struggling on his back!

Whoa!

A talisman peeled off from Xuanqing's body,
The peeled talisman was thrown into Su Wu's body——Su Wu instantly understood a spell called the 'Tai Shang Wang Qing Charm', which could be invoked to cut off a certain part of his own memory!

Xuan Qing had already seen the brass magic sword——

All the notions about this cunning have been irreparably imprinted in his heart.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Curse is also useless to him!

Yes,

He dismantled the spell that he had practiced for a long time, and gave it to Su Wu to use.

And his talisman figure with the 'red-haired treachery' on his back stepped forward step by step, passing Su Wu by mistake.

The brass dharma sword slashed down lightly,

The human form of Xuanqing talisman dissipates in an instant.

The red-haired treachery he bears,

Also split in two by a sword,
The two halves fled separately and disappeared without a trace.

"From the beginning of Taiyi Sanqing to ordinary people, the Lingtai is transparent and self-deprecating.

Abandoning the three thousand kalpas of the mortal world, leaping into the void.

Concentrate on keeping the dantian and concentrating on the mind, and the past events in the mortal world can be seen in the eyes.

The Xuanguan gathers spirits and turns them into qi, and the qi travels through the meridians and connects the primordial spirit..."

The strange rhyme that makes everything withered and silent swept from behind Su Wu. Su Wu was in it, and suddenly he felt that he was just a lonely boat, struggling to survive in the boundless tsunami!
He locks his consciousness,

prevent thoughts from wandering,

Then immerse yourself in the "Taishang Wangqing Curse" that Xuanqing has practiced for a long time, and your own "wisdom sword" instantly blends with that talisman, and the wit sword moves——

Su Wu hesitated for a moment.

Cutting off memory is only a temporary solution after all, but in the face of this treachery that cannot be remembered by oneself at all, there is nothing he can do so far,
The only thing that can be done is to cut off the memory,
Avoid its attack and kill!

Stepping back like this,

someday,
Will I forget my original intention of coming to Maoshan Wu?
Forgot the last wishes of several uncles and uncles?

I have nothing to do with it anymore,
The three masters put their lives on the line, hoping to end the catastrophe of the Maoshan witch - but he forgot so lightly, isn't this a kind of betrayal? !

But cutting off memories is inevitable,

Then what should I use to record this matter?

-

The Hui sword fell!

Su Wu closed his eyes, identified the direction with his ears and sense of smell, shuttled in the Yuntai courtyard, his figure disappeared into the shadows, and the next moment, a faint red mist seeped into the world of shadows from reality!

He couldn't block the red mist,

The figure escaped from the shadow in an instant, and rushed into the firewood room with the door behind it!
call--

That burst of red mist mixed with white phosphorous fire flooded the brass dharma sword in the yard, and before this sharp attack, it rushed into the firewood house, and the red mist filled the whole firewood house, and stopped flowing here.

Su Wu stood in the woodshed filled with red mist,
He looked up at the beams of the woodshed.

"The beam..."

He muttered to himself.

In the surrounding red mist,

A little bit of white phosphorous fire swayed slightly.

One after another, illusory voices sounded from those white phosphorous fires: ""Guan Zhen Lu", the third generation patriarch of sympathy..."

"Qingyun Huagailu, sympathize with the founder of the mountain..."

"Golden Light Talisman..."

"The Five Thunder Curse..."

The illusory voice in the white phosphorous fire is getting lower and lower.

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

Su Wu climbed up to the beam of the house, and on the beam, he saw a roll of books with a blackened cover tied with a rope, pasted on the inside of the wood of the beam——as the old male voice in the red mist fell silent, the mist seemed to be It turned into an extremely sharp sword, and it looked like vicious sharp teeth, grinding Su Wu's body alternately!
There is a blue-gold avenue pattern all over his body,
No matter how the fog grinds, it will be difficult to damage him for the time being!

However, when he actually took the book on the beam in his hand,
Another kind of coldness and silence, as if the strange rhyme that made everything silent merged into the red mist without a sound——Su Wu felt a creepy feeling in his heart, and immediately issued a command to the simulator: "Exit the simulation!"

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