Heaven is fearless

You Gou knelt beside the bamboo couch, with a pile of medicine powder boxes of different colors scattered around him. Ayousang lifted up the curtain and came in, standing by the pillar, with an overly pale expression on his face that always had a sly smile in the past. Out of mind.

She watched You Gou fill the emerald green medicinal powder into the incense plate little by little, pressing out various exquisite shapes: "Has the high priest woke up today?"

Yougou paused for a moment before slowly answering: "No."

Ayousang fell silent, her eyes stared at the half-rolled curtain on the bamboo couch, and she could faintly see the person lying in the brocade quilt behind her, with long black hair flowing from the pillow to the corner of the quilt, like A silent river, Yugo patiently stroked up a strand of hair that had slipped from the bamboo couch, stayed with its kind, and then stared at the too pale hand on the quilt, dazed again .

Ayousang took a deep breath, she didn't like this solemn and oppressive atmosphere very much, the heavy weight on her heart almost made her suffocate, but she had to face this situation, and couldn't help imagining the worst Case.

"The young suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect is here again today, do you want to let him in?"

You Gou didn't even hesitate, and directly refused: "Let him go, don't come again, we will set off tomorrow, and send all the outsiders in the dilapidated building to Tianguan City, and when we return to the Far East, we will seal the building. The high priest does not communicate with the outside world until he wakes up."

Ayousang's complexion gradually became stiff and white following Yugou's words. She knew very well what Yougou meant, but she refused to accept the fact, her voice was hoarse and low: "High Priest... High Priest Is the situation so bad? Didn’t the previous high priest divination for him say that he can live a long time, which is longer than the previous high priests..."

Yougou lowered his head to pick up a box of medicinal powder, and closed the wooden box with a click, and the mica buckle inlaid with gold thread was bitten tightly.

"He's right. As of today, this generation of Lord Tianheng is already the longest-lived high priest in the history of the Wu Clan." When Yugou said this, his tone was terrifyingly calm, and the coldness in it almost It made Ah Yousang's teeth chatter.

That terrifying and cold silence flowed in the room again, and after a long time, Ayousang refused in a hoarse voice: "I don't believe it, the high priest can't just be like this..."

She seemed to be unable to continue, and gasped for a few breaths before gritting her teeth and said, "He has always been smart, and he knows how to measure things. It is impossible for such a big matter to be just... the next high priest." He hasn't been seen yet, he will leave some reminders for the Wu Clan anyway, and now he hasn't said anything, it's not yet time!"

Ayousang has known for a long time that the lifespan of the witch masters is short, but she is an extremely lucky girl, the people who need her company have a long time, so long that she almost forgot that the witch master still bears such a curse Fate, even though Tianheng is always sick, serious and minor illnesses continue, but he can always live sickly through the end of every year when the red light is high, making her feel that he will always live like this.

— until now.

It was just an ordinary day. Her high priest took Yougou out to divination. This person was like a wandering soul, fragile like a glazed doll, as if it would shatter when touched, leaving behind a few vague words, then fell into a deep sleep day and night.

It's okay to fall asleep, it's okay to fall asleep.

Ah Yousang thought empty in his heart.

Every time he woke up briefly, he would vomit blood non-stop, as if he wanted to squeeze all the blood from his body while he was awake, and the hands they wiped off the blood couldn't help shaking .

——Let’s just sleep in the long dream, at least in the dream he can get rid of the broken bones and get a moment of peace.

You Gou lit the pressed incense, and the cloud-like smoke formed the image of a flying phoenix above, and the quiet and warm fragrance of medicine floated in the air.

The Witch Lord's illness is menacing, but most people know that this may not be a disease, but a sign that the end is approaching.

Among the previous witch lords, Tianheng's lifespan is amazing enough, and it is not a surprise to stop at this moment suddenly, but in Yougou's eyes, his insistence on divination for the omen may also be the cause of the accident one.

The hexagrams of Tu Zhao are very good, and I am the future lord of the Taisu Sword Sect, who is in charge of guiding the way of immortality, and his fate is connected with the world. Just like looking at the witch master's fate, this kind of behavior is an act against the heavens that overdraws his life and consumes energy. If a person with a low cultivation base like Yougou tries to divination Tianheng's fate, he will die suddenly on the spot.

But Tianheng still has to do this, just as every previous witch master would do divination for the Taisu Sword Sect Master, they paid enough price in exchange for a friendly relationship with Taisu Sword Sect, in exchange for their insecurity. Bless the witches, after all, the witches are not good at spells. Although they are talented in divination, most people's talents are only mediocre. Although they are proficient in formations, their low strength makes them unable to support most of the lethal formations. The population of the clan is small, so it has been able to survive for so many years and have a detached position in the cultivation world, thanks to the support of the previous witch masters.

Sometimes Yougou can't help but think darkly, the high priest is so smart, he must have been dissatisfied with the situation of the Wu Clan for a long time, and he met Mingxiao Sword Master in his early years, would he have any considerations?Although the High Priest always has a childish and deceitful look on his face, but he is too perceptive. Ghost King Xiyi has a different attitude towards him. It is absolutely impossible for him not to know. What is he usually thinking about?

You Gou looked back, Tianheng always lazily hid under his star map to read books, recuperate from illness, and made troubles with Ayousang to play with him like a child. It seemed that nothing had changed over the years , but he is such a powerful person, the best witch master of the witch clan for thousands of years, when he is about to die, will he really leave a mediocre mess to future generations?

Yougou thinks about Tianheng's style of playing tricks and not doing anything but always arranging things in an orderly manner without any future troubles, and his turbulent heart calms down like never before.

She never believed that he would pass away like this. Tianheng loves the Wu Clan deeply, and loves every Wu Clan citizen. Even if he goes to the Wangchuan River, he will climb back to the dangerous building step by step on the ghosts and ghosts. .

Before that, she had to take care of the dangerous building for him and fulfill his orders.

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Busheng turned his head again and saw that the luxurious and magnificent dangerous building cast a light gray silhouette on the horizon, covering half of a mountain peak in Kunlun. Even the scene of Cangshan twilight snow lost some color under the extreme artificial craftsmanship of the dangerous building. .

Ayousang held his hand, and after he had seen enough, he slowly led him forward.

"Can I come again?" Busheng lowered his head, stepping on the soft snow, watching the snow under his boots condense into hard ice.

Ayousang paused for a long time, wiped his face, and forced a smile: "Yes, I will come to see your sister Ayousang next time, you haven't eaten that hot pink powder, and there is parfait... Sister Yougou will give it to you." The clothes you packed are all in that storage bag, and there are some magic tools you can use in it. No matter how others ask you, you can’t give them to you. You know that you have to save your life? You need it outside by yourself. Be careful, think about what others say, you are young, you should be careful about everything..."

She babbled and told many things, but at the end, she suddenly couldn't continue, and murmured: "Why did the high priest have to send you to the Buddhist sect? It's not that the dilapidated building can't keep your mouth open."

When she said this, her tone was sour, not only because of her reluctance for Busheng, but also because of her worry about Tianheng.

Busheng raised his face, he is gentle and gifted with the ability to understand people's hearts, he has a childlike warm and sincere empathy for all sufferings, and he has a more compassionate heart than gods and Buddhas, so he laughs at Ayousang Under the sad face, he touched her sad emotions, and what was more terrifying than this cheating talent was his innate consideration.

At this time, any words of comfort are weak and pale words, so he can only hold Ayousang's hand tightly, the sadness that is not suitable for his age emerges in his clear eyes, he admires Tianheng, but when he is about to leave the dangerous building But he didn't ask a single extra word.

Why haven't I seen Tianheng Xingjun for several days?

Why send him away in such a hurry?

Why couldn't he meet Tianheng Xingjun before leaving?

Busheng carefully kept these questions in his heart, and smiled at Ayousang who was looking at him worriedly.

The Pure Land Buddhism has always been kind to people. After You Gou sent them a letter in the name of the witch master, the abbot turned around and sent a few wandering monks to Kunlun to pick up the unborn. Wei Lou stayed in Kunlun for a few days after the witch master fell into a coma. Not for waiting for them.

The tall and beautiful girl led the child all the way in the snow, leaving behind a series of winding footprints. The ruler above the sky cast a glance at this place, and the monks waiting in Baiyujing were in sight. The young children on the snowy road joined together and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "Finally, I have sent the Buddha to the Buddha School. This child is not easy."

The law obediently stayed by his side: "Is the incarnation of the witch master going to be sealed?"

Tiandao moved in surprise: "Why should it be sealed? Hasn't the next witch master not been found yet?"

Law is at a loss: "But isn't Tianheng already unconscious and the end is approaching?"

Tiandao was silent for a while, and then explained: "There is nothing I need to do on the side of the witch clan. The next witch master has not yet been seen, but Buddha must be taught by the Buddha, and you didn't mean that the master has found it. Yet?"

Speaking of this, the law is mostly understood: "Ah, yes, the master has been found, and his time was decades ago, but it will not affect your arrangement in this time and space, so that the Buddha can teach in this time and space without birth. , go to that time and space to teach Renzhu at the same time!"

Tiandao was pleased, and he picked up a gust of wind and patted the law's head to show his praise.

It is not a big deal for the incarnation of the witch master to be comatose and seriously ill for more than ten years. Yougou and Ayousang will take care of all related matters of the witch clan. Baby, there is a ghost king pressing Yuanhua in the ghost myth, everything is so perfect!

He had a good plan here, but there was another person he ignored in the dangerous building.

Xu Shixi noticed something was wrong after Tianheng and Yougou came back.

Although he is a guest entrusted to the Wu Clan by the Ghost King and has the permission of the Witch Master to be accepted, he is an outsider after all. The Wu Clan will not tell him everything unsuspectingly, but Xu Shixi does not need to be informed by others. This kind of smart person I prefer the process of trying to find the truth by myself.

He only walked around the dangerous building, casually inquired about the Wuzhu's itinerary yesterday, and waited patiently in front of Yougou's gate for another day, but when Yugou didn't come back, he concluded that something happened to Tianheng Wuzhu.

The only major event that can make the people of the witch clan panic is the serious illness of the witch master. Since the witch master has been plagued by illness for many years-this time it must be a serious illness that is dying.

Even... He pondered for a moment, and wrote an extra sentence on the letter paper—it should be the backlash caused by divination for Tu Zhao, the young master of Taisu Sword Sect.

After writing the letter with a few words, he folded it along the creases, and the letter paper became a snow-white paper crane, which suddenly seemed to have life, tilted its head and pecked at the hard tabletop, jumped twice, and flapped its fan Winged, slipped out from the gap in the window.

This origami crane was what he asked for from the shaman later. Ji An also had one with formations engraved on it, which can protect against wind and rain. He is good at finding people. Informing him of his death, I didn't expect it to be used.

The handsome son of an aristocratic family pushed open the window and watched it fly out staggeringly but with a firm goal. He was not sure if it could fly to the ghost beasts, and he planned to try burning it as a sacrifice to Ji An, but now it looks like Come on, the paper crane folded by the shaman himself is still very safe.

Xu Shixi watched the paper crane fly a certain distance, and then it seemed to touch some barrier, and it burned up. The flames around it were not orange-red ordinary fire, but dark blue will-o'-the-wisp with cold air. disappeared before his eyes.

The king of ghosts sleeping on the high Wangchuan Terrace closed his eyes quietly, with his sleeves as wide as clouds stretched out by his side, his feet dangling against the railing, and under his feet was the surging Wangchuan River tens of thousands of miles away. The black clothes and hair fluttered in the wind, and a light blue spark suddenly burst out in midair.

This spot of sparks gradually expanded and quickly connected into one piece, and then gathered into a ball with a whoosh, a snow-white paper crane flew out of the sparks, flapping its wings towards the ghost king, and after waving for a long time, the ghost king didn't pay attention to it, and landed hesitantly On his lap, I jumped forward a few times tentatively, but still didn't get a response, so I moved my buttocks, trying to find a piece of soft clothes and squat down.

The material of the ghost king's clothes is thick and soft, and the dark patterns on it are full of silver threads embroidered on it. The wings were about to fly back, and a hand with strong joints pinched the tips of its fluttering wings.