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For thousands of years, Kunlun Mountain has gathered spiritual energy from the six realms, and there are many practitioners, as well as many mountain spirits.

Li Yushu, an outer disciple, is in charge of collecting firewood in the mountains and forests every day.

One day, when he was collecting firewood in the mountains as usual, he met a pig—a spider.

Li Yushu rescued a yellow butterfly from the spider's mouth.

The spider ran out of dinner and asked him what he wanted to eat. He carried a basket of firewood on his back, thought for a while, and rolled up his sleeves.

Si Xuan got a mouthful of blood from him, and when he laughed, his fangs were bright red.

Li Yushu has the roots of wisdom and is diligent. He was quickly promoted to an inner disciple, and gradually became an elder, with the Taoist name Yushu.

The first time Yushu accepted disciples, there was a wild and untamed spider, with disheveled clothes, kicking his shoes, jumping up the steps of Kunlun Mountain, scaring away other disciples.

After that, he chanted scriptures and meditated with Yushu. Yushu cooked soup for him, sewed clothes for him, and taught him the etiquette in the world.

Many years later, Yu Shu, with gray hair all over his head, counted his own death date, and on the day of his death, he said to his disciples on the Taoist altar in Kunlun Mountain.

The people on the Taoist altar were talking, when suddenly the sky was full of rays of light, Yushu's body was covered with golden light, and he was rejuvenated, except for his white hair, which was still the same as before.

Yu Shu flew up, stood on the cloud, waved to his closed disciple, and said in his usual gentle tone: "Si Xuan, come here."

The golden light is not dazzling, but very gentle.

At that time, Si Xuan was looking up at him, he couldn't care about anything else, he gave up half his life cultivation, restrained his evil spirit, and just walked towards him.

Later, in the snow in front of the Tai Chi Hall, Immortal Yushu raised his sleeves.

He proved his will with ruthless water.

However, Si Xuan saw that a bite mark on his wrist had faded away.

He knelt on the Siguo Cliff for half a month. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the scenery under the Siguo Cliff, which was very similar to Kunlun.

Thinking of the days when he was domineering on Kunlun Mountain, he suddenly didn't understand why he had to go to such lengths to change from a demon king to a fairy king.It took half a lifetime to cultivate, not to mention, it's not very comfortable——

Helping Yushu take care of the Tai Chi Hall all day long, raising those Bailuan deer he raised, and occasionally playing cards with the three juniors is very happy, but the three juniors have not been in Shouque Mountain recently.

He was originally a vicious monster, what did he do for it?

Before deciding to return to Kunlun Mountain, he sent letters to all three juniors.

Because Lin Xin was engaged, he felt that Lin Xin might know more, so he unknowingly said more about what he left for Lin Xin.

When Lin Xin received the letter, he was still in the Wu Palace.

He passed the news to the other two senior brothers, and hurriedly dragged Gu Yuan to Siguoya.

Thinking about hunting in the wind on the cliff.

Gu Yuan said: "Lin Xin, there is no one here anymore."

As soon as the words were finished, Xi Wu and Hu Li arrived.

Xiwu said: "Let's go, go to Shouque Mountain and have a look."

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that if Si Xuan was not thinking of Guoya, he would not be guarding Queshan.

When they went back, Si Xuan didn't take away anything, but there was one more thing on the case.

A small gourd carved from jade, with a talisman under the gourd.

It was also a sound transmission talisman, and when the gourd was picked up, the sound transmission talisman flew away.

They followed the past and followed until they reached the Tai Chi Hall.

Immortal Yushu was doing evening class, sitting cross-legged on the grass futon and chanting scriptures. When the sound transmission symbol came in through the window, he had already noticed it.

Just don't move, don't even look at it.

Si Xuan said: "I will pay you back what I owe you."

His mind sank, he couldn't sit still, he stood up, just happened to be outside and Qi Wu knocked on the door and called out Master.

There was no one else in Yushu Immortal Hall, so he went to open the door himself, and saw his other three apprentices, as well as Gu Yuan, standing outside the door.

Xiwu held a jade gourd in his hand.

He just glanced at it and understood.

Inside the jade gourd was the blood from Si Xuan's wrist cut.

I got a mouthful of blood from him in Kunlun Mountains, so give it back to him today.

Cleared up.

Immortal Yushu looked as usual, just sighed, and reached out to take the jade gourd.

Xiwu called out again: "Master?"

Immortal Yushu said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, the teacher will bring him back."

"it is good."

Immortal Yushu looked at them and turned back: "If you have something to say, come in and say it."

It's not like in the Taiji Hall in the past, the immortals sat on the high platform, and the apprentices sat below.

Yushu Xianzun was still sitting on the straw futon, with a long table in front of him, and on the long table was an incense burner whisk, all of which he used for evening classes.

The three apprentices and Gu Yuan all sat down in front of him.

Yushu Xianzun put the jade gourd on the case: "It should be a link in the love disaster, and I will bring him back as a teacher."

He has practiced Taoism for many years, and he is not good at comforting others. After thinking about it, he said: "It doesn't matter, senior brother will always have it."

Hu Li raised his eyes and asked, "Master, is there any difference between senior brother and us?"

Yushu Xianzun always smiled so gently.

He smiled and shook his head, but his tone was very firm: "No."

"Looking at the scriptures, it seems that the way of ruthlessness is easy to break. Now people cultivate the way of ruthlessness, just like playing, and it will be broken if they say it. It is so easy to break, it is definitely not the way of ruthlessness."

Immortal Yushu stretched out his hand, and brushed the light smoke curling up from the incense burner: "I have practiced Ruthless Dao for my teacher for many years, it seems that you are all the same, and so is he."

"Just take a step back. I don't practice the way of ruthlessness, and there is no reason why I must respond to him if he likes me. Besides, there shouldn't be such things between master and apprentice."

Hu Li wanted to ask again: "Then Master..."

"He is my first apprentice, and I will not leave him alone." Yushu Immortal said, "Since he has returned to Kunlun Mountain, I will go to Kunlun Mountain to teach him again."

While talking, the appearance of Yushu Xianzun changed.

Both Xi Wu and Hu Li who could see were a little surprised: "Master?"

The fairy with white hair and childlike face gradually became old.His white hair remained unchanged, a few wrinkles were added to his face, and his expression was indifferent. He was still a fairy-like old man.

His voice also became old. He picked up the desk whisk and waved it: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

He explained to his disciples: "God has no form at all, and the way of heaven has its way. Back then, he ascended to the Kunlun Taoist altar as a teacher, and changed into the appearance of his youth. At that time, the teacher didn't understand it very well, but now he understands it."

"This is Si Xuan's love calamity, and it is also a teacher's love calamity."

"It was broken for the teacher, so it changed back to its original appearance."

"Those who don't know the teacher always think that the teacher is an old man. In fact, the teacher is an old man. It's all an illusion. Si Xuan is also blinded by the illusion, but he is not as clear as others."

After all, it's not a story book, and its heart is as firm as a rock.

There is no turning back.

It was getting late, and Immortal Yushu sent his disciples out.

Holding the fly whisk in his hand, he said in a gentle voice: "Master, I will find your senior brother back in a few days. You don't have to worry. If there is anything, you must tell me."

All three apprentices agreed, turned and left.

Watching them leave, Immortal Yushu also turned and returned to the hall.

The jade gourd filled with Si Xuan's blood was still on the table, and Immortal Yushu's eyes fell on it, and after looking at it for a while, he finally waved his fly whisk and said "Boundless Heavenly Venerable".

He is just a model of being a teacher, and he has never had selfishness.

After the new year, after the beginning of spring, Yushu Xianzun petitioned the Emperor of Heaven, went down to Kunlun Mountain twice, and became an elder on the mountain.

But there has been no news of Si Xuan, even if his three juniors wanted to contact him, they couldn't find him.

They thought, Si Xuan must have found a place to sleep, and it will be fine after a while.

But all the kingdoms of Wu in the world surrendered, and Lin Zhen unified the south of the Yangtze River, and formally ascended the throne in Langya City, the former capital of the Yue Kingdom.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, many things have to be dealt with.

Lin Xin felt that registering officials, rewarding farming and weaving, and settling the survivors were all more important than establishing a patron saint, so he was not in a hurry to let Lin Zhen do this.

As summer gradually approached, Lin Zhen marked out a piece of land in the palace, personally drew a palace on a high platform, recruited craftsmen, and began to prepare for the Xianjun Temple.

The construction of the statues of immortals and gods cast according to the portraits also started.

Lin Zhen's grandpa is nearly eighty years old, and he often goes around the scene with the support of Xiao Que'er.

Although Lin Xin couldn't see, he would occasionally go over to have a look, but it was too extravagant to hold his forehead.

So the steps of the high platform were reduced to 99 steps.

Lin Zhen's grandfather said: "It can't be any less, any less will be less than the palace of Emperor Chongyuan in the Wu Palace, and it must be better than him."

Lin Xin scratched his head: "But he is my ex-fiancé."

Grandpa plausibly said: "Since it is the ex-fiancé, it is even more important to compare."

Lin Xin had no choice but to let them go.

Fortunately, working for Xianjun in the palace is well paid. If Lin Xin knows how to do some work, he also wants to make a living in the palace of Yue Kingdom.

Not long after the construction of the Xianjun Temple started, some people couldn't sit still.

On the palace road, Shuanglin gave Shen Nianjun a push.

"Nianjun, you go, I'll wait for you to come out here."

Shen Nianjun glanced back, hesitant: "I'm still a little afraid of Your Majesty."

"It doesn't matter, just tell His Majesty what you want to say." Shuanglin said with a smile, "Your Majesty is His Majesty now, and he acts more prudently and thoughtfully. Even if he doesn't like what you say, he won't embarrass you too much." Yes. When His Majesty comes back to his senses, he will understand your good intentions."

Shen Nianjun thought about it and made up his mind: "Then I'll go."

In the study, Lin Zhen was sitting upright grading papers, and Xiao Que'er was leaning on the table, with a memorial covering her face to block the light, sleeping soundly.

After the little eunuch communicated, he brought Shen Nianjun in.

Shuanglin, who was standing on the palace road, was walking around, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Lin Xin in the garden.

Langya was originally the old capital of the Yue State, and this was also the old palace of the former Yue State.Different from the gloomy Wu State Palace, the Yue State Emperor obviously enjoys it more. There are landscape gardens, and there is even a river running through the palace. The scenery is very beautiful.

The Xianjun Temple hadn't been repaired yet, and Lin Xin was still out of sight. At this moment, he was alone, holding a bamboo stick, and sitting on a rock by the lake.

The breeze blew and scattered, and he was a little bored, playing with his fingers around his hair.

Shuanglin approached, narrowed his slender eyes, looked at Lin Xin for a while, and called out in a low voice, "Xianjun."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and there was a bit of indescribable weirdness in his tone.

Lin Xin was taken aback by him, and subconsciously pulled his hair.He rubbed his head, it hurt a lot.