Seven Strings in Dreams

Wu Na: "Be careful and don't do anything stupid. This mountain protection formation protects everyone in the villa. If there is any problem with the mountain protection formation, I think he will blame himself."

Ulan: “I understand.”

Wu Na wanted to say something but stopped herself. She knew that saying more was useless. At this moment, what Wu Lan needed was to be alone and quiet.

Just like she wanted to be alone and do nothing before.

But now she won't do that, she believes that High Priest Monk has the ability to solve the problem.

He is the high priest of the tribe. If even he does not keep his word, who else can be trusted?

Once you figure out some things, you let them go.

Wu Na believed that even if the ending was not satisfactory, there would definitely be a way to remedy it.

Wu Na didn't want to lose Meng Xianyu, her only friend, nor did she want Monk to get hurt.

But even if it wasn't for saving Meng Xianyu, Monk would not give up his men.

If Monk really doesn't care, he will definitely lose the support of the people.

Wu Na knew that Monk would come to this point no matter what.

She felt a little guilty, but she believed that Monk had a way to solve the problem at hand.

Wu Na went to see Yixi first. The little guy was much better and fell asleep.

Wu Na went to see Elder Jiayu again. After Jiayu drank the medicine, his face turned pale and he became dazed.

Wu Na: "Master, how do you feel?"

Jiayu: “I can’t die”

Wu Na: "Let me pour you a glass of water"

Jiayu couldn't drink any more after two sips, so he waved his hand.

Wu Na: "Don't worry, it will be fine soon"

Jiayu: "Master, you are lucky to be alive. It's not a bad thing to be disabled. Those old people in the temple are too embarrassed to force a disabled person to do something that is against the will of heaven and earth."

Wu Na: "Master, Xianyu is very powerful, maybe she can think of a solution."

Wu Na has always been concerned about Meng Xianyu, her only friend.

Jiayu: "Miss Meng is indeed very special, you must cherish the fate between you and her. I always feel that she can change the fate of many people. Don't worry, she is surrounded by purple energy and has excellent luck, and nothing will happen to her."

Wu Na nodded heavily, she also believed that Meng Xianyu would be fine.

God will definitely bless her. Meng Xianyu is such a good person, she will definitely return safely.

Jiayu and Wuna chatted for a few more sentences. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Na covered him with a blanket, closed the door, and went to help Elder Gele.

Elder Gele had become familiar with the people in the villa. When Wu Na came, he was chatting and laughing with them.

Ge Le assigned some tasks to Wu Na to keep her busy.

When you are busy, you don’t have time to think about unhappy things.

The entire villa fell silent once again, forming a sharp contrast with the lightning, thunder, strong winds and heavy rain outside the formation.

At this time, Monk had already withstood five heavenly thunders.

Maybe some people think that five heavenly thunders are nothing.

But only those who have truly experienced the baptism of thunder know the power of heavenly thunder.

Of course, if Monk survives the thunderstorm, he will also gain huge benefits.

Heavenly thunder can temper the body, expand the strength and toughness of the tendons and veins, etc. As long as Monk can survive it, his future cultivation will be faster than that of ordinary people.

Even if he experiences thunder tribulation again in the future, he will be able to withstand more.

Monk has means to save his life.

Most people who cannot survive the thunder tribulation will be struck to death and reduced to ashes.

There are not many people who can survive the nine heavenly thunders, and Monk is one of them.

Monk only knew that if everything went well, he could probably withstand the second level of heavenly thunder, which meant twenty-nine hundred and eighteen heavenly thunders.

Eighteen heavenly thunders are probably Monk's limit. If there are more, he won't be able to handle it.

By withstanding eighteen heavenly thunders, you can rescue eighteen people who are in desperate situations.

Unfortunately, this time, Monk was wrong.

The sixth heavenly thunder is brewing and it is estimated that it will strike Monk in less than a cup of tea.

There was no healthy flesh left on Monk's body, and he lay exhausted on the rocks.

After all, it is something like changing one's destiny, how can it be done easily?

This thunder tribulation seemed to be a little different from the previous ones. Monk had suffered two thunder tribulations before, but compared with this one, it was nothing and could not be compared.

This time, each thunderbolt was more powerful than the last, and Monk was not sure if he could withstand the eighteen thunderbolts he had planned.

In fact, the Six Paths of Heavenly Thunder could have saved six people, but he could still bear it. Since he could bear it, he couldn't give up easily.

He will stop in time when his body reaches its limit.

He cherishes his life and doesn't want to die.

With his current level of cultivation, he can live to at least 300 years old. He is still young and has a bright future ahead of him. He cannot give up like this.

Only if he survives can he save more people.

If this time, he chooses to sacrifice.

It sounds great and seems worth singing about.

What can happen later?

Without a highly respected and powerful high priest, the Manta Tribe would soon decline or even be annexed by other tribes.

It's not that Monk is arrogant, he is indeed the patron saint of the Manta Tribe.

If he really gave up everything, no one would thank him for his sacrifice. At that time, the tribesmen would only blame him for being reckless and impulsive, and not knowing how to consider the overall situation.

While the high priest is revered by the outside world, he also bears more.

For him, everything he was enduring at this moment was worth it.

If as a high priest he has obligations and responsibilities to fulfill, then his efforts over the years are sufficient.

People are different. Some yearn for supreme power, want a respected position, and like to be superior.

Some people just want to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

Some people may say that if you don’t fight or compete, it’s because you have no ability and can only struggle at the bottom.

I believe there are many people who have this idea.

Some people also say that Monk is not a great figure, he is just respected on Shuangling Island. Without Shuangling Island, he is nothing.

Monk had heard such words many times and was tired of them.

He never felt how noble he was, and even felt that he was pathetic.

Since the day he became the high priest, his former friends kept their distance from him, and he was left alone drinking and reminiscing about the past.

He could understand his friend's politeness and distance, and he also accepted Wulan's indifference.

Monk has endured too much over the years, and now he just wants to live an ordinary life.

Over the years, Monk has been very careful with every step he takes.

The pressure from the temple is easy to deal with, after all, the saint doesn't want to make a fool of herself.

Some pressure came from other tribes. Some tribes were independent and never participated in the gatherings held on Shuangling Island. Some tribes even created trouble and disrupted the gatherings. Even the blessing meetings were disrupted by some people.

These people are hard to guard against. Even if they are caught, the leaders or small priests of the small tribes will come forward and claim that they will take the troublemakers back and deal with them according to the tribal rules.

The person was taken away by them, and how would outsiders know whether he was dealt with or not?

However, this kind of thing has happened a few times, and Monk knows how to deal with it. He still knows how to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

Small punishments and severe warnings are necessary, otherwise everyone will follow suit and Shuangling Island will be completely lawless in the future.

Monk had too many things to worry about, some of which were completely unknown to others. Even if someone was willing to listen to his complaints, he couldn't say them out loud.

Monk has survived these years bit by bit in this way, and he even trained the eight guardians himself.

All the things piled up together, weighing down Monk and leaving him no chance to breathe. It seemed that he had no time left for himself in his world.

If a person completely loses himself and his direction, then what is the meaning of living?

Just when Monk was losing his way, he found that he still had Wulan, Wuna and Yixi. So, he had to live, he couldn't die.

At this moment, Monk is stronger than ever. Even if the whole world thinks he is a selfish person, he will live for Ulan and others.

Every time a bolt of thunder descended, it seemed as if it was punishing Monk for the sins he had committed over the years.

It was him who made Wulan suffer for so many years and made Wulan hate him for so many years.

It was he who asked his brothers to help him take care of his wife and children, but still complained that his brothers had stolen his love.

It was he who caused Wu Na to miss out on her childhood and made her face the pressure of the temple alone.

It was he who hurt Ulan again and again.

It was him who was sorry for Wulan, Wuna, Yixi, and even more sorry for Muren and Jiayu.

Monk didn't blame them for doing these things behind his back, he was so grateful that he couldn't express it.

The heavenly thunder tribulation was what he should bear. The corners of his mouth bled unconsciously, and blood stained his clothes red. There was no good flesh left on his body, but he was still grinning.

Over the years, he hasn't laughed from the bottom of his heart for a long time, and most of the time he could only smile bitterly out of necessity.

His edges have been gradually smoothed out by life.

The pain at this moment made him feel as if he were alive again, but unfortunately this time the thunderbolt was too powerful. He thought he could endure more, but he had reached his limit.

The thunderbolts were more powerful than the last. After he caught the twelfth thunderbolt, he was thrown out and fell heavily into the crack.

The thunder seemed unable to sense the presence of its prey and slowly dispersed.

The thunder tribulation was survived, but the sacrifice was not completely over.

If it were that simple, it couldn't be called changing one's fate.

The thunder became smaller and smaller, and even if there was lightning, it was very far away.

The thunder and lightning went away and the lightning disaster dissipated, but the heavy rain was still falling with no sign of abating.