Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu hugged his son and landed on the grass outside Nanhai Forest. In a small pothole, he saw a few burnt weeds. They had obviously been burnt to ashes, but those grasses still remained intact. The breeze blew. They also swayed, and tiny red dots shone close to the ground.

There was obviously a battle of spells here, and it was so short that neither side's spells were seriously out of control, and they could still last for a while on a few grasses.

Other than that, there were no signs of fighting nearby, and the forest was extremely quiet, as if there was no wind.

Mu Xingqiu looked at Mu Dong'er in his arms. It seemed like a wrong decision to take his son who was seriously injured and unconscious into a forest full of dangers. But Mu Xingqiu had nowhere to trust him, and the three masters would still find their target sooner or later. , in this case, there is no point in hiding.

Mu Donger still slept soundly. Under the protection of the divine soul, his soul was temporarily free of worries, but his physical condition did not improve much. Although he had passed the death deadline at midnight, he was still cold and hot at intervals. A reversal will occur, making Mu Xingqiu who is holding him even more painful.

It's going to be daybreak.

Mu Xingqiu stepped into the Nanhai Forest, using his super sensitivity to look for traces of spells. After entering the forest for nearly half a mile, he found it. It was a very weak spell, as if flowing out from the crack in the window. The fragrance of vegetables is fleeting and only the most sensitive noses can smell it and identify its direction.

Nanhai Forest is a dense forest, but there are no thorns or weeds blocking the road. The spaces between the trees are very clean, with only a thick layer of dead leaves accumulated over the years, which are as soft as carpets under your feet.

The spells floating in the air came and went. Mu Xingqiu had determined the direction and strode forward faster and faster. After walking seven or eight miles, he came to a tree hall.

The tree hall is circular in shape, with a diameter of more than a hundred steps, and the surrounding trees form walls. They are all very tall, with extremely lush branches and leaves, which are connected in the air to form the roof.

In the middle is a furnace seven or eight feet high. The fire inside is very weak and is almost extinguished. Three feet above the furnace hangs a square bluestone slab. A stream of clear air rises from each of the four corners of the slab. The smoke condensed into the shape of a tripod at a height of four or five feet.

An extremely powerful spell was being performed here, but Mu Xingqiu could only feel intermittent clues.

There was no one in the tree hall, and the furnace provided a little light.

Mu Xingqiu knew that danger was nearby, so he stopped and wrote a talisman on his forehead with his right hand. His third eye was strengthened and he could see more clearly. The fire in the furnace was not weak at all and filled the furnace. Pure and flawless, showing a faint red color, unshakable, like a frozen cold fire.

The four green smoke cauldrons on the stone slab are not without any changes, but they disappear and condense outwards regularly, but the speed is extremely fast, and they cannot be seen clearly before strengthening the Third Eye.

There was a moan nearby, and Mu Xingqiu turned to look. Just a dozen steps away, a child was sitting in a tree hole about a foot above the ground. The hole was very small, only his small face was exposed, and his face was red. All pain.

Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw that there was not just one child in the tree hole, but thirty-three, surrounding the tree hall, separated by several trees.

A young Taoist priest walked past Mu Xingqiu, silently and without squinting, as if he were an invisible ghost.

The Taoist priest walked straight to the stove, rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, took a deep breath, spread his arms, and slapped the stove one after another. The copper stove looked ordinary and seemed to be cold. It was actually extremely hot, and steam came out as soon as my palm touched it. The Taoist priest's whole body was trembling, and he was obviously enduring great pain, but he did not stop beating. Instead, his palms stayed on the stove longer and longer.

The Taoist priest walked while patting, and after completing a circle, his exposed arms were already red, as if they were burnt iron hands. He took a deep breath, turned around, smiled happily after a disaster, and walked towards Mu Xingqiu without looking away, and even spoke.

"The Taoist fire never goes out, because when a Taoist priest is used as firewood, it burns out when he dies, and then new firewood is added. However, some firewood will not burn out. They remain burning forever and become the guardians of the Taoist fire. See , I passed the test, I will..." The Taoist priest stopped talking and looked down at his arms. They were no longer pure red, but had a few green patches, like charcoal that was about to be extinguished.

"I passed the test, I clearly passed!" The Taoist priest stopped, his voice full of anger and fear. Suddenly, the Taoist robe on his body burned. He did not raise his hand to put out the fire, nor did he fall to the ground and roll around. He stared blankly. Mu Xingqiu said the last words: "Help me..."

The flames engulfed the Taoist priest in an instant. A moment later, he melted like molten iron and flowed to the ground. He was quickly absorbed by the thick dead leaves, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Xingqiu did not save him. As early as when the Taoist priest took the first palm, he felt the powerful strength of the furnace and knew that the Taoist priest would definitely not be able to bear it.

That is the Wandi Mountain Unquenchable Furnace, and the stone slab on it is the Hongshan Instant Platform. Mu Xingqiu can guess it.

The second Taoist priest walked out from the opposite side. He walked to the stove without patting it. He looked at it for a while and then turned his attention to Mu Xingqiu, who was dozens of steps away. "We need a better Taoist priest in charge of the stove."

The visitor is Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian, holding the Demon Suppressing Bell in his right hand.

"Where are the people?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"You have lost your memory. To you, they are just two women who have known each other for a short time. Do you still care?"

Mu Xingqiu held Mu Dong'er with his left hand, summoned the Patriarch Tower with his right hand, and held it tightly.

"Amnesia has not changed everything, but Taoist priests who still have memories have completely changed."

"You don't even remember what Taoist priests were like in the past."

"I will listen to others saying that there are many legends about Taoist priests. You have powerful magic powers, kill demons and demons, and take protecting human beings as your own duty. Many people believe that the ancient god must also be a Taoist priest. If the legend is true, the transformation of the Taoist priest is really It’s too big. If the legend is false, you have been hiding it for many years.”

Yang Yannian showed a real smile, "The world has changed, Taoist priests cannot change. It's like if you swear to love only one person in your life, but this person dies, is the oath still valid? Human beings still exist, but it is no different from death. It is only a matter of time before it perishes. , Taoist priests see farther, so they make changes in advance. In the eyes of surviving mortals, this may be cruel, but the 'future' will understand it all."

"Future? Whose future? Without mortals, Taoist priests will also become extinct."

"Look, this is the biggest change in the world. What if Taoist priests have an immortal body? The Taoist fire will still not go out, but it does not need a new source. The further a person looks, the weirder his behavior becomes. When he looks extremely far, , even seeing the end of everything and the new beginning, what do you think he will do?”

Mu Xingqiu did not speak.

"The longer he stares at the future, the more he hopes to make the future happen earlier, because that future is better. This is what the Patriarch is doing. He is not understood by all living beings, and there is no need to be understood, because all living beings are not in the future. ”

Yang Yannian paused for a moment, "Open your eyes a little and look at the future. It's not the distant future. It doesn't even take half an hour. What can you see?"

"Nothing." Mu Xingqiu said.

"You are lying, because the future is too cruel for you, so you refuse to admit it. Half an hour later, Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo are on one side, and Mu Dong'er is on the other. Both sides will either die together or both will die. It depends on Your choice now.”

Mu Xingqiu's eyes flashed with anger.

Yang Yannian clicked on the Demon Suppressing Bell, and the sound of the bell reached the furnace. The furnace wall suddenly turned red, and then became transparent, revealing what was inside the flame. It was a mirror, and the mirror faced Mu Xingqiu. Reflecting that face that was both strange and familiar.

"You can choose to fight, and the outcome will be death. You can also choose to compromise, and exchange Mu Dong'er for Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo, and run the furnace for us. The outcome will be death."

Mu Xingqiu stared closely at the mirror in the furnace.

"If you need memories from the past, I am willing to provide you with some. In short, Qing Lingshuang died for you once. Do you want her to die for you again?"

Mu Xingqiu's eyes turned to Yang Yannian.

"That's right, you were once lovers, and you were even willing to give up your practice for each other. Just like those short-sighted mortals, you made a decision based on your feelings at the time, thinking that this decision would never change. But God failed, and she did it for you And died, you gave birth to a son with another woman. If you had known this outcome, would you still have vowed to each other? This is the difference between Taoist priests and mortals, and the difference between the founder and the Taoist priests. He has seen the end. "

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu figured out why Zuo Liuying didn't let him know too much about the past. Memory is the soil of the future. The farther into the future you see, the more prepared you are and the stronger your strength will naturally be. But the future is also a constraint. It is a trap. A powerful Taoist priest is unable to extricate himself from it and does not want to extricate himself. He can easily become an accomplice in the future.

Mu Xingqiu has no memory and no clear future. Nothing is certain for him. Perhaps this is Zuo Liuying's expectation.

"What Kun Chao sees is not the future." Mu Xingqiu didn't know much about the Taoist founder, but he saw his true nature. "He is creating the future. Only those who succumb to his power can think that it will be the future." That’s the future.”

Mu Xingqiu raised the Patriarch Tower in his hand, "The future does not exist. My choices are not just two, but endless."

Yang Yannian summoned all the magical weapons, "So, you choose to die together."

The other two masters and other Taoist priests came out of the woods and formed a half circle to face Mu Xingqiu. They wanted to save some time, but it seemed impossible.

"I said, you can't convince him." Xiang Haisheng waved Ruyi and summoned a large number of magic weapons. Dai Zhen held the sword washing pool and was also prepared.

The three masters didn't want to see any more surprises.

Mu Xingqiu didn't think about the future, and he didn't care whether he could defeat the three masters and dozens of Taoist priests. He used the Patriarch Tower as a pen to write the first talisman on Mu Dong'er's chest in an instant.

He would use his flesh and blood as ink, his ancestor's tower as his pen, and his son as his paper to write a unique talisman in the world.