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He Qianqing pulled away and disappeared into the air. Yang Yuyao, who was not yet ten years old, tightly grasped the jade token given by He Qianqing with both hands, and sat down with his legs bent in the dark and narrow cave, shrinking himself into a small ball. He pursed his lips to prevent himself from making any sound. Although hiding in this cave, I can't see the situation outside. But Yang Yuyao still felt a powerful, oppressive, and evil presence leaving.

He knew why the being left. Yang Yuyao bit his lower lip and drew blood. He didn't want to hide like this, but he couldn't help him even before he started practicing. There was nothing more he could do except hide himself and prevent He Qianqing from worrying. Even if he is a time traveler with a system, this system can neither provide invincible weapons nor powerful protective gear. Even if Yang Yuyao inexplicably completes some tasks and gets a lot of points, the system mall is full of miscellaneous things. Things and elixirs, there is nothing that can turn the situation around.

"The garbage system is useless at the critical moment." Yang Yuyao cursed angrily to himself, with tears in his eyes. He Qianqing had just been promoted to the Mahayana stage, so how could he be the opponent of the evil cultivator in the Tribulation Stage?

Strong uneasiness and worry enveloped his heart. Finally, he couldn't help but get up and walk towards the entrance of the cave. He knew that he should have stayed here honestly and waited for He Qianqing's two friends to arrive, but his premonition made him finally decide to go against He Qianqing's instructions.

Although he walked out of the cave, he didn't know where He Qianqing was at this time. The surrounding terrain had completely changed in the battle between the two powerful men. Yang Yuyao relied entirely on his vague intuition, covering his heart, panting and running in a direction he didn't even know.

The surrounding scenery was changing, becoming more and more dilapidated, as if it had been bombarded by intensive missiles. The road had completely disappeared. Yang Yuyao could only find a relatively flat place to run, and the broken stones scratched his clothes and The skin was burning and painful. But he seemed to be unaware of the pain, and his pace did not slow down at all. Until his eyes met a face filled with hatred.

"You actually killed my senior brother Shangguan?! Go to hell!" the man roared, drew his sword and swooped down from the air, stabbing the body not far away, which belonged to He Qianqing! Yang Yuyao recognized it. It was the golden elixir stage cultivator who appeared behind the evil cultivator and whom Yang Yuyao glanced at.

"I want to stop him!" He Qianqing's body fell on the ground motionless, which made Yang Yuyao feel bad. He didn't know whether He Qianqing was alive or dead at this time. The only thought in his mind was to stop the golden elixir monk from wielding the sword. Stab He Qianqing. But now he is just a mortal. Even if he blocks it with his body, the long sword can easily pierce his thin body. However, even so, Yang Yuyao still chose to rush over, regardless of everything.

I don't know if it was infected by his emotions, but the spiritual energy of the surrounding world began to converge towards Yang Yuyao, and his body became lighter. Like instinct, even if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth did not enter his body and be converted into spiritual power, Yang Yuyao was able to manipulate them into a giant shield and block it in front of He Qianqing, blocking the attack of the golden elixir monk.

"What's going on?!" The golden elixir stage monk who was blocked by this move regained some sense and finally realized that the matter was abnormal. The concentration of the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth dropped significantly, which weakened his strength. Although monks can store their own spiritual power, the amount of storage is limited. If there is not enough spiritual energy from heaven and earth around them to replenish it, they may not even be able to use any magic!

"You are the kid next to the murderer! What magic weapon did you use?!" The golden elixir monk instantly focused on Yang Yuyao as the possibility of causing the aura of heaven and earth, and changed his target to attack Yang Yuyao, "You also Go to hell!" He roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot with rage and became hideous. Yang Yuyao felt a murderous aura so strong that it was suffocating, but he felt inexplicably calm inside. The spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered around him and wrapped around his hand, as obediently as a pet that pleases him. As if he knew what he should do, Yang Yuyao raised his hand and waved it, and the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth came out of his hand and rushed towards the golden elixir stage monk.

The arrival of such a strong spiritual energy of heaven and earth did not restore the spiritual power of the golden elixir monk. He opened his arms and waited for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The smile of the golden elixir monk froze. He realized that something was wrong, but it was already too late. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was so rich that it turned into liquid flowed into his body unimpeded, exploding it like an over-inflated balloon, and turned it into countless tiny fragments, which were scattered one after another.

"Master..."

"Master!" Yang Yuyao shouted, staggering towards He Qianqing. The evil cultivator surnamed Shangguan was nowhere to be seen. If what the Jindan cultivator said was true, he should be dead. But what about He Qianqing? Yang Yuyao finally came to He Qianqing's side, stretched out his still slightly immature hand, and carefully pushed He Qianqing's arm. Still no response.

"Master!" Yang Yuyao gritted his teeth and turned He Qianqing over with the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The handsome face was covered with blood, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and the blood had clotted together, sticking his black hair together. His right hand was bent weirdly, and there was a big hole in his chest, a hole so big that he could clearly see the scene behind him. With a glimmer of hope that didn't exist, Yang Yuyao stretched out his fingers tremblingly and tested He Qianqing's breathing... but felt nothing.

"Resurrection Pill! By the way, there is a Resurrection Pill in the system mall!" Yang Yuyao tried his best to squeeze out the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes to prevent them from blurring his vision.

He called up the system and exchanged it for a resurrection pill without hesitation. What existed in his mind magically appeared in the palm of his hand. Yang Yuyao quickly put the resurrection pill into He Qianqing's mouth and helped him swallow it. At this moment, the system seemed to explode suddenly, and it sounded a piercing alarm frantically.

"Warning! Warning! Host's illegal operation!"

"Warning! The host is operating illegally!"

"Warning! He Qianqing cannot be resurrected!"

"Warning! The host will be punished by the system for illegal operations!"

Bright red fonts full of warnings and text boxes filled Yang Yuyao's mind, like condensed blood. Then the punishment began. Severe pain started from his chest, as if his heart was crushed. Yang Yuyao vomited a large mouthful of blood. Feeling very unfair.

"If the Resurrection Pill is not used to resurrect others, how can you resurrect yourself?!" Yang Yuyao roared with all his strength, bright red blood spilled from his mouth, and the severe pain soon left him unable to use any strength anymore. The text box in his mind warning him about illegal operations was still filling the screen, but it was difficult for him to stay awake.

"It hurts... it hurts... will I die?" Yang Yuyao thought helplessly. The punishment was still continuing. He was in so much pain that he could no longer feel his body. He felt that his consciousness was getting deeper and deeper. It's like being pulled closer to an endless abyss.

"... I'm probably... about to die... Master..." Yang Yuyao used his last bit of strength to open his eyes and try to see clearly the condition of the people around him. The big hole in He Qianqing's chest had almost completely disappeared, gray and white. His face gradually turned red, at least the resurrection pill was working. Yang Yuyao completely gave up struggling, and his consciousness disappeared into endless chaos.

When Yang Yuyao regained consciousness again, a few days had passed. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the relieved smile of He Qianqing. His face was clean, as if the serious injury and death in the battle with the evil cultivator had never happened. , it was just like a nightmare in Yang Yuyao's mind.

"Master..." Yang Yuyao spoke, but his voice was hoarse due to thirst.

"I'm here." He Qianqing quickly poured a glass of warm water for him to drink, and gently moistened his lips with a clean wet cloth. "How, is there any discomfort?" The surprise in He Qianqing's eyes when Yang Yuyao first woke up was once again occupied by worry. If it weren't for the strange and slightly familiar scene in front of him, Yang Yuyao would have thought that he had woken up in reality. .

The process of recovering memory is like leaning over himself in the memory. He can do nothing except feel what he feels. Yang Yuyao cannot see what he looks like in the memory at this moment. He just follows his own movements and gently He shook his head slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he was completely hugged by He Qianqing. Yang Yuyao was surprised that he was so small in the past, so small that He Qianqing could easily hold him in his arms. Such an embrace felt particularly safe, making Yang Yuyao instinctively relax and lean in.

"Great, great... I almost thought I was going to lose you as a teacher." He Qianqing said with a trembling voice. Warm liquid fell on his hair. Yang Yuyao raised his head and found that it was He Qianqing. tears. He took one hand out of He Qianqing's arms and raised it, wanting to wipe away his tears, but He Qianqing's tears happened to fall into his eyes. Yang Yuyao blinked his eyes and tried to squeeze out the tears that fell into his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was back in the inn room. And he was lying in his arms that had the same temperature as in his memory.

"Xiaoyao, how do you feel?" He Qianqing asked worriedly.

The first person to respond to him was a hug around his neck, and then Yang Yuyao leaned his head over and pressed his cheek against his neck. "I'm fine, Master, don't worry."

"You..." He Qianqing frowned. As soon as he opened his mouth, a slender white finger gently touched his lips, stopping his words.

"This should be a symptom caused by my recovery of memory." Yang Yuyao raised his face and looked at He Qianqing and said with a chuckle. Those eyes were slightly bent with a smile, blooming in the morning light as if they were full of fragrance and dew.

"Xiaoyao, have you...recovered your memory?" He Qianqing asked slightly suspiciously after placing a kiss on Yang Yuyao's eyes.

"Recovered a small part, probably just that much." Yang Yuyao gestured with his thumb and index finger and said.

"What memory is it about?" He Qianqing asked.

"The time when I met the evil cultivator Shangguan." Yang Yuyao replied, feeling He Qianqing's body stiffen obviously. Obviously that memory was a pain point that he didn't want to mention. "Isn't there a golden elixir-level monk following that evil cultivator at that time? It was only after I recovered this part of my memory that I remembered that the golden elixir-level monk should be Shangguan's junior brother." Yang Yuyao picked out an unlikely figure in this memory. Said the important part.

"Huh? Are they brothers and sisters?" He Qianqing confirmed. The golden elixir monk hid quickly, and Shangguan did not want him to participate in the battle with He Qianqing, so He Qianqing did not know the specific relationship between them.

"Well, that Golden Core Stage monk called Shangguan Senior Brother." Yang Yuyao nodded affirmatively.

He Qianqing touched his chin and suddenly felt that this gossip was interesting. Regardless of whether he was being chased or killed later, Shangguan was always with such a golden elixir monk. Even when he attacked their innocent passerby with red eyes, he did not touch the junior brother. He Qianqing did not give way when fighting with him. This junior brother participated, but let him avoid it. On the contrary, Bai Lingxue had no sense of presence at all during this process.

"Could it be that...that woman is just having unrequited love?" He Qianqing guessed, feeling suddenly happy.

Although sharing this gossip made He Qianqing feel a little better, it was obviously impossible for him to forget so easily the scene not long ago when Yang Yuyao was shaking with pain, dripping with cold sweat, and looking pale. So He Qianqing conducted another complete examination on Yang Yuyao. During this period, Xunlian allowed him to exchange many examination methods with Gan Lin, the head of the Xuanxing Sect, and theoretically discussed the theory of medical skills. Although his knowledge has improved a lot, he still can't find any abnormality in Yang Yuyao's body. Even the phenomenon of soul instability discovered before has disappeared.

"Is it really just a symptom caused by memory recovery?" He Qianqing thought with some doubts, but still doubted why there was such a big reaction if it was just a recovery of memory.

"By the way, Master, did you notice where they put the merit box in Huanghe Temple today?" Yang Yuyao suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the topic just now.

"Merit box?" He Qianqing understood Yang Yuyao's plan almost instantly, "No, but the merit boxes in Taoist temples are usually near the statues." He deduced that they had never entered the temple, so they had not seen the inside. Specific furnishings.

"Well, it would be nice if there was a more precise location." Yang Yuyao thought, and suddenly a flash of inspiration made Yang Yuyao take out the monitor Xiaoshi No. 1. "I hope the god enshrined in Yellow Crane Temple will not be angry." Yang Yuyao bowed in the void, and then cast the Selfless Technique on the monitor Xiaoshi, sending it to sneak into Yellow Crane Temple and go straight to the temple.

"Why do I feel that the statue of Daofa Tianjun suddenly shakes? Is it dizzy?" At this time, Huangheguan had not yet closed its doors. A pilgrim who came here to burn incense was shocked by the scene in front of him, "Is it possible that Lord Tianjun is going to show his spirit?!" This person thought that the worship was more sincere.

At a location where no one noticed, an object that looked like a stone with thin metal legs slipped quietly into the temple, turned around, climbed up to the merit box covered with red cloth, and then stayed there.

"Found it, but why did they make this merit box so small? Even the opening for putting money in is so small." Yang Yuyao murmured in confusion as he had a panoramic view of the merit box on the Xunlian light screen. He weighed the brocade bag containing some gold in his hand and felt that it should not fit inside. "It seems too big to pretend like this." Yang Yuyao felt a little distressed. "Put them in one by one and wait for the pilgrim to leave. Is it possible to directly position them in the merit box?"

"Xiaoyao, give me the brocade bag." He Qianqing said, and Yang Yuyao handed over the brocade bag without hesitation.

He Qianqing untied the tight brocade bag, but did not look inside. Instead, he took out a few gold ingots from the space ring and stuffed them in, then tied the rope again. During this period, the fingertips flashed with golden light, but nothing seemed to have changed. Then He Qianqing handed the brocade bag back to Yang Yuyao.

Yang Yuyao, who was trying to position himself, put almost all his attention into it. He intuitively accepted the brocade bag handed over by He Qianqing, and then was stunned. The extremely weak spiritual power in the spell is actually an already formed and effective spell. "Master, this is..."

"Let them find out after we leave." He Qianqing replied.

"Yes." Yang Yuyao nodded in understanding.

With the help of monitors Xiaoshi and Xunlian, Yang Yuyao saw a small part of Huang Heguan's daily life. Taoist priest Huang Yun will also make some talismans and mahogany tablets to sell to pilgrims who come to pray, but the price is set at an extremely low price, basically only charging a fee for materials. This approach is no different from doing charity. Although the high price may make it difficult to sell in this small town, these protective items are really effective and are completely worth the higher price.

Therefore, if the people from Huangheguan discovered the gold they put into the merit box before they left, Taoist Priest Huang Yun might not accept it. After they left and the brocade bag was discovered, they would have no choice but to accept it.

Finally, Yang Yuyao was sure that he was in the right position, but in order to prevent mistakes, he still chose to pass a penny in first. The small copper coin fell into the bottom of the merit box without making a sound. After confirming that it was correct, Yang Yuyao safely passed the brocade bag filled with gold. The brocade bag appeared impartially in the center of the merit box, like a hollow ball that perfectly fit into the basket. A subtle spatial fluctuation continued to control the lucky bag, causing it to fall silently to the bottom of the box.

"It's done." Yang Yuyao said happily. This feeling was no less than that of shooting a three-pointer on the court. Although he could only stay in the auditorium and away from the crowd whether in college or in graduate school. The farthest location.

"It's great." He Qianqing praised with a smile. Yang Yuyao's mastery of this ability of teleportation was amazing. Even if He Qianqing did it by himself, it would be difficult for him to achieve such accuracy.

For Huanghe Temple, because the incense is not strong, the merit box is usually only opened once every seven days to take out the money thrown by pilgrims. Sometimes, if there are no pilgrims for several days, it may even be opened only once a month. Last year was a bad year, but this year more people came to burn incense, mostly to pray for good weather this spring.

So on another seven days, after the Taoist temple gate was closed, Sun An opened the merit box and took out the coins accumulated inside. It was the first time he saw such a pile of copper coins accumulated in the merit box, which surprised him. There was even a little sparkling silver mixed in it. He carefully classified the money, and then something even more surprising appeared. There was a small brocade bag hidden under the pile of money. No wonder the pile of money could be piled so high.

However, the size of this brocade bag... Sun An took out the heavy brocade bag and tried several times at the throwing port of the merit box, but could not get it in. "How did you get in?" Sun An untied the brocade bag in confusion and opened it. In an instant, golden light seemed to pour out, and Sun An's eyes widened in shock.

"Master, gold! A pilgrim threw a bag of real gold into the merit box of our Taoist temple!" Sun An hurriedly rushed into Taoist Master Huang Yun's tea room with the brocade bag and all the money taken out of the merit box.

"Gold?" Taoist Master Huang Yun took the brocade bag handed by Sun An and understood immediately, and smiled helplessly, "The master and apprentice of Qianqing are really good at it, so we can't accept it if we put it in the merit box. "

"Master, your friends He Xianzun and Yang Daoyou released it?" Sun An asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's them." Taoist priest Huang Yun replied with a smile.