The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

In order to prevent disciples from trespassing, the forbidden area in the back mountain is actually a restricted space. Without the permission of the sect master, even the venerable elders cannot enter.

Wang Zhi raised his hand and tore open a hole, then stepped in with Gu Ruci.

It was a starry night here, with tiny fireflies or phosphorescent lights floating around in groups of three or five, and some even gathered into a ball, forming the shape of the upper half of a human body, but they dispersed after just two steps.

This is a special landscape formed by the residual soul, consciousness, and thoughts of powerful monks left after their death.

These regrets will remain for a long, long time until they dissipate...

But it was impossible for Venerable Qian Hong to have any regrets. Her soul was directly torn into pieces, leaving only a few pieces of immortal bones that were refined earlier in her body. There had not been a single ripple on them for a long time.

"Junior brother Wei's grave is over here..." Wang Zhi pulled Gu Ruci towards the corner, passing by several clusters of phosphorous fire. They rushed towards him. This was the enthusiasm of the remaining soul of Senior Wangxian towards the younger generation.

Of course, there are more who are unconscious, transformed into various distorted shapes, constantly dissipating and reorganizing.

The little fireflies stained the tips of their clothes and hair, like fluorescent suits in the dark night. Gu Ruci had just entered the stage of Qi training, so she could only be followed.

"guard"

Gu Ruci's heart moved, and her memory of her master gradually changed from vague to clear.

Venerable Qianhong's real name is Wei Yan. At the age of nineteen, he was accepted as a disciple by the immortal Wangxian because of his outstanding talent. He has a gentle and elegant personality, speaks little and is kind. He has learned a wide range of skills, including swordsmanship, talismans, divination, formations, and refining, which are all among the best in the world.

He broke through the foundation building stage at the age of twenty, reached the golden elixir stage at the age of twenty-one, the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty-nine, and entered the spirit stage before he was fifty. His talent was unprecedented in history.

She taught her the art of picking stars and predicting fate, and helped her understand the stars in the sky, the change of plants and trees in autumn, the cause and effect of the mundane world, the eight sufferings of the world, the seven emotions and six desires...

She said: "Ruci, do you know why I taught you the art of picking stars and breaking fate?"

At that time, she shook her head. Although she could calculate many things, she could never be sure about things related to her master. And countless years since the death, she has been regretting whether she had learned better, so that she could have a chance to save her master from the beginning.

Wei Yan smiled lightly: "Everything in the world has its destiny, but one of the 49 is missing. I can't find that one. I hope Ruci can find it for Master."

Hope I find...?

Gu Ruci's heart suddenly moved, with an inexplicable sadness rising up, and those memories of the past that she wanted to hide deliberately, which would not hurt if she didn't recall them, unfolded.

She seemed to suddenly understand something. Her master, like her, saw the dead end...

She used her own life to build a single-plank bridge on the dead end, allowing them to continue walking on this road.

The two of them stopped and walked to a small mound that didn't even have a tombstone. There was no phosphorescent light on it, and it was as quiet as an ordinary small mound of earth.

"Master, your disciple is here to see you..."

Gu Ruci squatted down quietly and knelt in front of the mound, her body slightly bent. After performing a great salute, she looked up.

Wang Zhi is older than Junior-Nephew Wei in seniority. If she were still alive, she should bow to him. However, her small figure stood dignifiedly aside, with her hands behind her back, her eyes fixed on the grave, but she did not see anything special.

If something went wrong, the remnant of the forbidden land should have reacted and alerted him long ago.

His eyes passed through the forbidden black soil and looked at the three pieces of bones in the tomb. He could only see that they were as warm as jade and emitted a faint fluorescence, like a moonlit veil. There was no possibility of any distortion.

This is the immortal bone. Although it has not officially ascended, the bone is genuine.

"Xiao Gu, is there something wrong with your master?" Wang Zhi walked around for a while. With his divine sense, it was impossible for him not to see the secret, but he would not go to the extent of digging up his own nephew's grave.

Gu Ruci looked at the still grave in front of her, suppressed her emotions, and thought about why she came here.

Kneeling down and looking around the grave, the soil was fine and smooth, and the ground was flat. It could be said that there was almost no feng shui. It was a very ordinary piece of land that was neither good nor bad.

It seems that the reason why my fellow junior sisters and I are having trouble with each other is not because there is a problem with the master's tomb.

After ruling out this ridiculous guess, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took out the sacrificial items from his storage bag and laid them out one by one.

Wang Zhi's originally worried heart instantly relaxed. He could understand Gu Ruci's behavior. She might be missing her master and was looking for an excuse to pay tribute to her.

The forbidden area prohibits monks from entering in order to prevent disturbing the spirits of the predecessors, and to prevent some monks from going astray and wanting to steal the corpses of the predecessors and refine magic tools...

Because of this incident thousands of years ago, the rules were changed so that only the clan leader could enter.

But if Gu's young disciple wants to come and take a look, it's not impossible to make an exception.

Humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless?

He walked twice and then sat cross-legged to meditate. Perhaps because he looked too childish and cute, his small body attracted a lot of regrets. They stretched out their big hands and blasted phosphorous fire on his head, which then slowly gathered together.

Wang Zhi waved his hand away, "Go away... I am not small, don't touch me!"

"Don't touch me!" His hair was crumpled into pieces, his soft and thin hair was a mess, and the hair tie was pulled out.

In the end, I had no choice but to let them ravage me.

He secretly hated himself in his heart, I am more than 4,100 years old, and you dare to bully me!

The arrival of the younger generation will bring a little comfort to those who have been lingering here for countless years, slowly waiting for death.

The appearance of the child Wang Zhi made them feel even more pity, which meant that the lineage of Wang Xian had not been interrupted, and the inheritance of tens of millions of years would eventually continue with time.

This is good, it means their departure was worth it...

Among them, there were several bodies that were so weak that they could not even condense into half a body form. They were carried towards this side by other phosphorous flames. After meeting Wang Zhi's body, they suddenly steadied their bodies, and then, as if holding their last breath, they barely recalled some memories.

With his blurry arms, he bowed towards Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi's eyes flashed, and he quickly stood up to return the greeting. He lowered his head and raised it again in an instant, and the figure in front of him disappeared without a trace.

The regret is gone...

But there were still thousands of regrets left, and watching the rituals being performed seemed to touch a certain string that had been rooted in the soul during life, like the wind blowing through the wheat waves.

Under the starry night, beside the endless tomb, countless bodies made up of stars were performing a Taoist ritual that has not changed in tens of millions of years.

The movements were uniform, like waves, extending to the farthest edge.

Gu Ruci had stood behind Wang Zhi and saluted him without him noticing. In an instant, it seemed as if all the regrets in front of her had come to life.

When they were alive, they were either cheerful, quiet, irritable, or cold...

Thousands of phantom images were formed on the retina, and Gu Ruci saw their true faces through the long river of time.

They all looked at me with smiles, their eyes full of encouragement.

The future of this world is in your hands, latecomers...