Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Xu Yeyu touched Qingma's head and said a little embarrassedly: "I've asked you for help recently. You are either on the road or on the way to the road."

Qing Ma nudged Xu Yeyu with his head. He smiled and continued, "Please send Qiansui home. We have some things to do, so we won't go back to Xiyuzhou with you."

Qiansui rode on the blue horse, which took brisk steps and finally disappeared on the distant skyline.

Xia Xiaomo asked curiously, "Do we have anything else to deal with?"

Xia Xiaomo's commission was completed, but Xu Yeyu's commission failed. The two of them also participated in the activities of the Hehuan Sect as agreed, and finally helped Qiansui rebuild his body.

Everything has come to an end, what else is there to do?

"I want to say goodbye to Duan Yandong and Wang Xichun, and ask them about their future plans." Xu Yeyu said.

"Will Duan Yandong never be able to practice again in the future?" Xia Xiaomo asked.

Xu Yeyu thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I'm not sure, but this shouldn't be that important. Duan Yandong embarked on the immortal journey to save Wang Xichun, and now his wish has been fulfilled."

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Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo came to the town that the old monk mentioned. Before leaving, the old monk told them where his temple was.

The old bluestone steps wind up, and the bluestone on the steps has been eroded by years of wind and rain and is mottled.

There are dense bamboo forests on both sides of the steps. The bamboo leaves sway gracefully, making a low rustling sound when the breeze blows.

The bamboo forest is filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the quiet atmosphere is refreshing.

When Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo climbed the last step, an ancient temple came into their sight.

Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo stood in front of the door, looking up at the plaque.

"This plaque is a bit too shabby. It's hard to believe that this is where a Buddhist monk lives." Xia Xiaomo said.

On the plaque, some remaining strokes can be vaguely discerned, but the overall structure is difficult to recognize.

Xu Yeyu nodded. He was a little surprised. Compared with his house in Sunset Sect, the difference was obvious.

A young monk came up to the two of them. He was wearing a light yellow robe.

"Are you two here to see Master Qingyu?"

Xu Yeyu nodded.

The monk led the two into the temple. In a corner of the temple, a tall tree stood tall, with dense crowns, lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.

A breeze blew by, rustling the dense and lush leaves.

If Xia Xiaomo guessed correctly, this tree was the Bodhi tree.

It is said that the Bodhi tree exists because of Buddha, and that the Bodhi tree will grow in the place where Buddha attained enlightenment.

That means there once was a Buddha in this temple.

The monk brought the two to the temple, where a solemn and majestic Buddha statue stood tall, sitting on a lotus flower with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

Around the Buddha statue, incense is burning and smoke is rising.

Several pilgrims worshipped the Buddha statue devoutly, lit incense and prayed for peace.

Looking up at the Buddha statue, an unprecedented sense of tranquility welled up in my heart and spread throughout my body.

The old monk stood up from the cushion and took Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo to the monks' room where Duan Yandong and Wang Xichun lived.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stood in front of Duan Yandong.

This middle-aged man is the elder of the Yutian Sect and Duan Yandong's master. He holds his disciple's life tablet in his hand.

There were some cracks on the life card, which lasted for a long time. He was a little worried, so he decided to go down the mountain to find an apprentice himself.

"I asked you to go down the mountain and cut off the mortal world, why did you lose your cultivation?"

In fact, he had some guesses. Duan Yandong always kept to himself in the sect, and the woman standing next to him now should be his Fanchen.

"Master, I gave her the fake pill." Duan Yandong said frankly.

An irresistible pressure spread all around, making Duan Yandong feel like kneeling down.

The air seemed to be frozen, and every breath he took became difficult. Wang Xichun held Duan Yandong's hand tightly.

Wang Xichun's complexion was better than Duan Yandong's. Although she had no cultivation, she had a golden elixir in her body.

The two men kept their heads down, unable to raise them under this pressure.

Duan Yandong's master sighed, and the pressure disappeared instantly.

"Why did you give her the fake pill?" he asked again.

"I embarked on the immortal journey just to save her. If I don't give her the fake pill, she will die." Duan Yandong explained.

This sentence meant that he had recovered his previous memories. Duan Yandong's master asked again: "Is the person next to you a demonic Yin body?"

He needs to give the fake pill to others in order to save them, and the only thing he can think of is the body of the devil Yin.

"Yes."

The fake elixir can be fused with the real golden elixir to produce a brand new golden elixir, which can be used by mortals.

The first leader of the Yutian Sect gave this golden elixir to a mortal.

"Mortals don't have spiritual roots and can't bear fake pills and ordinary golden pills. So you choose to practice the Mysterious Pill Technique?"

"Yes."

As his disciple is still trapped in the mortal world and is haunted by inner demons, it is impossible for him to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

There is only one possibility left, that he found something else to fuse the fake elixir and form a brand new golden elixir.

Is it possible for a cultivator who has broken through the foundation stage to get such a great opportunity?

Duan Yandong had never been to the secret realm and spent most of his time practicing and refining pills in the sect.

So where did he find something that could blend with the fake elixir?

He really likes this disciple, who practices diligently and is neither arrogant nor impatient.

If it weren't for the mortal world, he would have already broken through to the Golden Core Realm.

Xuan Dan Jue is the most difficult skill in Yutian Sect. Only once in decades will there be a disciple who can successfully practice it.

He raised his head and stared at the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

The autumn wind blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

Some yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, and gently fell to the ground with the rhythm of the wind.

After a moment, he sighed and said, "Fool."

Then he turned away.

Duan Yandong lowered his head and said in the direction where his master left: "Thank you, Master."

"This is your own choice, just don't regret it later."

Xia Xiaomo felt relieved immediately.

He is a cultivator of the fifth realm. Once he gets angry, no one except Master Qingyu can stop him.

Xu Yeyu smiled, and the situation he was most worried about was no longer there.

Originally, he thought that if the Yutian Sect blamed him, Duan Yandong would not feel good either.

Since his master said so, the Yutian Sect should not make things difficult for Duan Yandong and Wang Xichun.

Xia Xiaomo walked over and asked the two if they were feeling unwell.

"Master Qingyu, I have something I want to ask you." Xu Yeyu said.

"Please ask, benefactor. If I knew, I would tell you." The old monk replied.

"When I was helping Miss Wang to prolong her life, I had a very strange feeling." Xu Yeyu continued, "It was as if there was a door in front of me, and that door was locked, and I didn't have the key to open it."

The old monk was slightly surprised. This donor was indeed not a simple person.

"When I was helping a little girl rebuild her body yesterday, the lock of the door opened, but I still can't push the door open."

The old monk pointed to the dead branches on the tree and asked, "Donor, have you thought of anything?"

Xu Yeyu followed the direction the old monk pointed and saw a dead branch.

Its bark has faded away, leaving only a few remaining branches, which are dry and brittle.

Among these dead branches, some tiny green buds are growing quietly. They stubbornly pop their heads out, trying to find life in this barren land.

The existence of dead branches is not the end, but the beginning of new life.

A breeze blew by, and the originally dry branches suddenly became full of vitality, and green buds grew rapidly.

The tender green leaf buds dance on the branches, as if the miracle of life is blooming at this moment.

The seeds of law are like dead trees that come back to life in spring.