soul repair

The mountains and rivers here are all the places he walked in the Shangqing Palace countless times before, but after hundreds of years, they are naturally different.Many years ago, this place must have been a rare spiritual place. Not only are the ancient trees towering to the sky, but also spiritual grasses swaying in the wind can be seen everywhere beside the mountain trails.

Strangely, he didn't bump into anyone again.

He knew in his heart that no one would notice him even if he wandered around, so he let go of his courage and looked for people everywhere.Flying around in front of the main hall on the back mountain, Guan Lingdao saw the words "Zangshuge" written on the plaque of the main hall, and couldn't help but feel moved, and quickly looked around and flew in.

This painter is so powerful that even a place as big as the Shangqing Palace can be packed into the painting, but I don’t know if the classics from that year have also been preserved?

Lifting his head slightly, he was shocked for a moment by the scene in front of him.

The Library Pavilion was built of wood from ancient trees, and there was no one in it. Rows of old and elegant bookcases were three feet high, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.Naturally, this is not too weird. What is strange is that the library was cut off from the middle, as if half of it was blown up. In front of it is a peaceful and quiet library, but behind it is an endless darkness of nothingness.

Guan Lingdao carefully came to the edge of the bookstore and looked down, as if standing beside a cliff and gently kicking down a small stone.The small stone flew into the pitch-black sky, but did not fall, it floated vainly, and gradually turned into fine powder before his eyes.Guan Lingdao didn't dare to underestimate it any longer, squatting down to take a closer look, and suddenly found that the bluestone ground under his feet was turning into fine powder at an extremely slow speed, and the corners of his clothes that fell off the ground were also slowly melting away.

The world in this painting is disappearing!

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but definitely disappearing!

The life of the painting has come to an end, the world inside is gone, and the painting becomes an ordinary dead painting, and the soul living in it naturally disappears.The person in the painting has gone somewhere, but even if he is still there, when everything is reduced to ashes, he will still die.

How should I explain to Hua Luochun!

Guan Lingdao flew to the door of Zangshu Pavilion, caressing the copper cauldron stove, green smoke curled up, and he couldn't help being moved by it again.The Shangqing Palace is indeed a place where Taoism and soul cultivation co-exist, and such copper furnaces are placed everywhere, so that disciples can practice anywhere without burning incense.

Maybe there are some ancient books about soul art hidden in such a place?

Guan Lingdao rummaged through the bookcases. The cabinets in the west, north, and east aisles were full of Taoist books. He couldn't understand them, so he put them back casually.The two rows of bookcases facing the window on the south side were facing the sun. Guan Lingdao picked up a few books, his heart moved, and he quickly found a comfortable place in the corner to sit down.

What is written in these two rows of bookcases is actually the key to practicing soul art.

The soul art book he has read so far is nothing more than the "Luo Hun Zhen Jue", the text is concise, and it makes him miserable to read, and many places have to be slowly pondered and tried by himself.What is written in these books is mostly the experience of the predecessors, and the writing is simple, which is most suitable for the disciples who are just getting started.Guan Lingdao finished reading the book in less than half an hour, and he knew [-]% to [-]% of what was said before, so he flipped through it quickly, and merged the [-]-[-]% that he hadn't thought of. He couldn't help but whispered how wonderful.

Now he just wished he could read all the books here and memorize them, so as not to wait until the library was reduced to ashes and ruin the good things that were not born here.

After reading one book after another, I don't know how long it has passed. I just feel that the sky is bright and dark, and it is dark and bright. Suddenly, there is a sound of gold ringing in the distance, which is clear and loud, and instantly makes him look up.

Before I knew it, I sat here for a whole day and night.

Guan Lingdao put away the dozen or so books piled up around him and put them in the bookcase, walked a few steps outside, looked back reluctantly, and then exited the gate of Zangshuge.The morning glow in the distance turned the top of Xueling into blood red, Guan Lingdao remembered the big and small things in the Shangqing Palace, and was anxious, afraid that he might miss something, so he hurriedly flew towards the golden place just now.

There was still no one to be seen along the way, Guan Lingdao was puzzled, and walked quietly all the way to the top of the snow ridge, just as he landed, he suddenly heard some movement behind a nearby tree, someone said in a low voice, "Master, everything is well."

This is the voice of the boy from yesterday.

Guan Lingdao thought to himself why he couldn't see other people, he just bumped into this pair of master and apprentice anywhere, frowned, and patiently squatted down in the root of the tree to listen to the corner of the wall.

The voice of the white-clothed man came: "If I really want to retreat for decades, it would be easy for you to say that everything is fine."

Guan Lingdao thought to himself why this white-clothed man is like this, he is obviously going to practice in seclusion, what can this young man say, is it stopping him from retreating and delaying his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

The young man also seemed to be a little speechless, and said in a low voice: "My father said that if he delays Master's business, he will definitely ask me for it. Master can just meditate with peace of mind, and I won't cause trouble outside."

The man in white was silent for a moment, and then said: "You usually don't like to be idle, and you won't be lonely. I will retreat inside, and you won't remember me in three to five months."

Guan Lingdao only felt that the resentment in these words was soaring to the sky, and he thought that the man in white was indifferent on the outside, but he was very different on the inside.Since he was not feeling well, he had to say something to make the boy feel uncomfortable.

The young man was at a loss for words again, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and finally said with a smile: "Master, what is this saying? The day Master forgot me, I still can't forget Master. I can only be with Master for hundreds of years. I don’t mention the future, I just hope that these hundreds of years can be lived happily.”

Speaking of the sound of gold ringing in the distance, the young man pulled the man in white to stand up: "The time has come, let's go quickly."

The man in white stood still and did not leave, the young man whispered: "If you don't leave, you will miss the hour."

Although he said it was time to go, his body didn't move.

Guan Lingdao sighed inwardly, thinking that this young man is still young, and he is extremely attached to this white-clothed man, so he is naturally reluctant to part, but asking him to hold the white-clothed man and refuse to let him go, but he can't do such a thing .

One can become a fairy, but the other is destined to die. The fate is very shallow. Even if there is, it is just a matter of this life.

According to Guan Lingdao's temperament, he naturally wanted to be the one who died early, knowing nothing after death, happily reincarnating, and starting over again in the next life.The one who stayed was not as easy as him, with the memories of the two of them, year after year, he had to suffer from lovesickness.

"Cough—cough cough—" Suddenly, several vigorous coughs sounded from behind, startling Guan Lingdao into a cold sweat, and turned his head quickly.

Standing behind was a middle-aged man, who seemed to have just passed the age of knowing destiny, with a red face, black hair, and a jet-black beard.Guan Lingdao just glanced at him, his head buzzed immediately, he didn't dare to move, and looked at the middle-aged man in a daze.

He looks much younger, but the nose, the eyes, the voice and the tone, even if turned to ashes, he can still recognize him, he is the teacher and father who has raised him for seven or eight years!

Teacher, why are you here?

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them with a look of embarrassment, but the young man behind the tree didn't dare to talk to him, so he smiled at him and ran away in a hurry.

"Master." The man in white came forward.

"He loves to disturb you whenever he has nothing to do, and he won't change after repeated admonitions. If you feel annoyed, you can ignore him." The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "My son is young, so it's good to be sensible in the future. It's not too late, we should gone."

"Yes." The man in white followed him, and said again, "Don't bother, he never caused trouble when he was by my side."

The middle-aged man didn't answer, and said in a low voice: "The election is imminent. The inheritor of the Shangqing Palace is rare in a thousand years. You should also concentrate. My expectation for many years is on you alone. You must not be distracted for no reason."

The man in white didn't say a word, and it took a long time before he said: "Yes."

Guan Lingdao was already speechless, so he quickly followed closely.

As the two of them turned around the waterfall at the top of the mountain, they suddenly saw more than a dozen unfamiliar people standing with their heads bowed. The young man was also among the crowd, grinning at the man in white.Not far away is an ancient and deep tomb hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest. It was built of dark stones. The two-foot-wide hole is pitch-black, and even a dozen feet away can feel the cool air coming out.Guan Lingdao had never seen such a place before, so he walked towards the entrance of the cave to take a closer look. Despite the warm spring breeze, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.After walking a few steps closer, a sense of resistance rushed towards him, making him dizzy and stopped immediately.

The white-clothed man was also included, and Guan Lingdao counted. Except for the middle-aged man, there were no more, no less, and there were exactly twelve people standing here.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on a man's face again.

He's here.

Guan Lingdao clenched his fists subconsciously, his joints turned white and he trembled slightly.

He looked only in his twenties and thirties, with a righteous face, very young, but even if he was dozens of years younger, he could vaguely tell that this man was the chief culprit who imprisoned him in the Red Sandalwood Palace——Yan Wu!

Why is this bastard here?He turned out to be from the former Shangqing!

"Two thousand and five hundred years ago, Taoist Yushan passed by here. He was grateful for the three mountains as a rare spiritual place in ancient times. He built Luohe and built a mountain house. He became the founder of the Shangqing Palace. Two thousand years ago, Taoist Yushan became a fairy. Before leaving, he left an ancient scroll of the Qing Dynasty, and told his disciples that those who could practice it could become immortals. It is a pity that the ancient scrolls are rare. In the past 500 years, only one person has been inherited by them, and he practiced painstakingly. He also transformed into a feather 2000 years ago. Ascend to the immortal, this is Taoist Huiqing." At this point, the middle-aged man's voice was a little passionate, "I have produced two true immortals in the history of the Shangqing Palace, and there is no one in the Southern and Northern Dynasties! I have been in seclusion for several years, and it has been many years. I haven't looked at the inheritance ancient scroll, but during the worship ceremony this year, I don't know when it started, the ancient scroll faintly scattered light, it can be seen that the inheritor has appeared in the upper clear."

The disciples listened motionlessly, but the expressions on their faces were unpredictable.

"According to the sect's rules, from today onwards, the disciples of the Shangqing Palace will kneel before passing on one by one, and let the ancient scrolls choose the person to pass on."

"Yes, Palace Master."

There is a rule in the Shangqing palace, no matter which disciple has to kneel in front of the ancient scroll, but everyone knows that no matter whether it is Yushan or Huiqing, they are people with rare talents and luck, and they are very unmatched.Sure enough, more than [-]% of the disciples couldn't even get in the door, and even if the rest could get in, it didn't take three moments for them to come out in a dispirited manner.

Guan Lingdao sat by the side and watched. After a while, it was getting dusk, and there were very few people left.

The man in white hadn't come out since he entered the ancient tomb. The middle-aged man called the old palace master glanced at the fiery red clouds in the sky and asked, "How many people are left?"

"Seven people."

Yan Wu also did not come out.Guan Lingdao was a little dissatisfied.He is actually one of these seven people?

After a while, Yan Wu also came out from inside.Guan Lingdao breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, a man in red came out from inside.This man is the lord of the Twelfth Palace of the Shangqing Palace, he looks a little delicate, holds a paintbrush, smiles when he sees people, and is very kind.Guan Lingdao was staring at him in a daze, when he saw a man walking out slowly, dignified and dignified, he was the Grand Mistress of Shangqing Palace.

A few more came out one after another, and there were only two people left inside. The young man sat beside the ancient tomb with his knees folded, his head hanging down, playing with two leaves, his interest fading.

At this moment, the man in white came out from the ancient tomb.

Including the boy, all the people present were stunned.The head of the old palace master was hit, and he looked at him with mixed feelings: "I didn't choose you?"

The man in white said lightly: "No."

There was no emotion in that voice, nor was there any discomfort or loss. It was obviously an uncomfortable thing, but why did it look a little...

Happy?

No one expected the turn of events.The people present became anxious for a while, standing at the entrance of the ancient tomb and discussing in a low voice: "Not even the Lord of the Seventh Palace, who did you choose?"

All the lords of the Zodiac in the Shangqing have been eliminated, and there is only one person left in the ancient tomb.

Today was really unexpected.

Who was chosen by the inheritance?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a bewildered teenage boy slowly came out of the ancient tomb, dressed in gray cloth, he seemed to be the disciple who entered the mountain not long ago this year.His body was thin and weak, and his every move was a bit bookish. Under Dao Dao's gaze, he raised the blue scroll in his hand at a loss: "Old Palace Master."

The rest of the disciples stared at this person intently, and no one moved. The old palace master walked up to the young disciple as if in a dream, carefully looked at the scroll in his hand, and finally said in a complicated mood: "The ancient scroll has been selected. The inheritors are not false. Tell me to hold a banquet in Xueling tonight and celebrate together!"

No matter how Guan Lingdao looked at this disciple, he couldn't see anything special about him, not to mention his young age, but he was also somewhat weaker than others in terms of stature and temperament. It can be seen that this ancient scroll inheritance is indeed unique in judging people.The disciple watched several palace masters come forward to congratulate him, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond, his face flushed from holding back, causing laughter from all around.

This is a grand event of the Shangqing Palace through the ages, and there was a lot of drinking and drinking during the banquet, so it was natural to drink to the fullest.The man in white left the table first, everyone knew that he had suffered a lot today, and they didn't know how to comfort them, so they glanced at each other and let him go.Seeing him leave the table, the young boy twisted his buttocks and couldn't sit still, so he also stood up and said, "Father, I'm going to the toilet."

The old palace master frowned and looked at him, then looked at the back of the man in white, sighed and said: "Go, go, your master is not in a good mood, you go with him."

Guan Lingdao knew that the two of them were bound to have some whispers, maybe they would mention the matter of today's inheritance, so he also followed and eavesdropped.The man in white walked in front, and the young man followed behind without saying a word. He walked two mountains in such a quiet manner. The man in white suddenly turned around, his eyes were deep, and he looked at him motionlessly.

Guan Lingdao blushed for some reason, and found an open space to sit down.Before, they had their own concerns, and it was hard to say what they had to say, but now the man in white doesn't have to retreat, without obstacles, the atmosphere is quietly different.

The young man walked up cautiously: "Master, are you uncomfortable that the inheritance didn't choose you?"

"If you comfort me, I won't feel bad." The man in white looked at him with half a smile in his eyes. It was clearly something that should be sad, but it was hard to see how he was feeling.

The boy's face was flushed: "How can I comfort you?"

"Tell me, how do you comfort me?"

The boy didn't respond for a while, and knelt down in front of the man in white with a blushing face, and slowly unbuttoned his pants.The man in white caressed his face, as if he didn't know what to say. He watched the boy lower his head to embrace him, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.Seeing that his face was flushed, the young man's breathing became heavier, his movements became more gentle and gentle, using both tongue and mouth, he licked the man in white until his brows frowned and his fingers trembled.

This was the most irritating, the man in white almost couldn't hold back, and pushed the boy away.

"Master—" the young man raised his head, his lips were bright red.

The man in white pressed the young man to the ground, lowered his head and kissed, and pulled his clothes away bit by bit: "You and I only have a few hundred years, and I don't want to spend most of my time in retreat. I want to live like this in this life. I will definitely regret it in the future.”

As expected, he didn't want any inheritance from the beginning!

The young man's moans gradually increased, Guan Lingdao was embarrassed, and hurried away.

He is very familiar with this place, the lake where the two have sex is exactly where Ji Qingyan likes to bathe in the middle of the night.

He casually found an old tree to rest on, thinking about what he had seen and heard just now, for a moment he couldn't figure out which one was true, which one was false, and who he and his master were.Sleeping in a daze until midnight, suddenly his eyes brightened, and the sky brightened up suddenly, making his eyes hurt, as if cutting directly from the dark night to noon.

Guan Lingdao rubbed his head and stood up, staring blankly at the sky, not sure what happened.He flew towards the snowy ridge for no reason, and suddenly heard the sound of flapping bird wings in the distance, and the sound of bird singing was ferocious and resentful, as if it was soaring with anger.

Guan Lingdao turned his head to look over, and saw a towering ancient tree in the distance, with some red fruits looming among the branches and leaves.The young man held a white bald eagle in his arms and said, "This tree doesn't belong to you. I'll take some fruits. What are you in a hurry for?"

He was stroking the top of its head forcibly, when his fingers were careless, the only remaining hair on the top of the head fell down.As soon as the boy was stunned, the bald eagle uttered a shrill cry, flapping wildly in hatred, its claws immediately scratched a few bloodstains on his face.

The boy quickly let go of it, picked up a branch with fruit on his back, and laughed while running away: "Don't be angry, the hair can still grow without hair!"

Before he had time to look back, the young man was chased by the flying beasts and galloped away.

Guan Lingdao followed behind the young man, thinking that this young man would never give up until he caused trouble. Didn't he just work all night with his master last night, why now he has the energy to provoke that bald eagle again?That bald eagle is also unlucky, I don't know what evil he did in the previous life to meet him.

After flying behind him for a while, Guan Lingdao looked at the surrounding scenery, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, his heart moved, and his face gradually sank.There was a figure sitting very straight by the lake in the distance who was meditating. The young man quietly climbed up a tree and looked down silently.

After about half a stick of incense, the man in white suddenly said, "Come out."

Guan Lingdao couldn't help a soft noise in his head.

The young man flew towards the man in white with the branch on his back, plucked a fruit and put it near the man's lips: "Master has worked hard in cultivation."

Guan Lingdao looked at them silently.

It turned out to be the case.

What happened in this painting did not continue to move forward. After the banquet last night, the time in the painting returned to three days ago.