Exorcism

The fire of the five elements was extinguished, the residual warmth disappeared faster than a shooting star, the east was about to turn white, and the little demon Feifei had already slept on Zuo Liuying for a while.

The anger in Gao Fuwei's heart continued, but his voice was no longer so rude, "Dao Zun, you are already so powerful. You killed tens of thousands of Bingkui in a single thought. Why do you have to cut off your fate and make yourself more powerful? "

This was the second time the tiger talisman master had done something amazing. Mu Xingqiu was confused, but he patiently answered his questions, "Because I'm not as powerful as you think, and defeating Bing Kui is more like... a stroke of luck." I can't rely on this unexpected fortune to become a rich man. I have an inner elixir, but I didn't make it myself, so I can't continue to improve it. So sooner or later, I have to practice again and have a new one. Before I can achieve inner elixir, I must survive the calamity.”

Gao Fuwei didn't know much about Taoist practice, so he was speechless by Mu Xingqiu's words. After a while, he said: "So that's how it is... But, King Ling..."

Yang Qingyin laughed a few times and said, "You seem to have misunderstood. The emotions of Taoist priests are different from those of ordinary people. We have long been accustomed to these relationships, beheadings, pain and torture. Haven't you heard of the heart of a Taoist priest? Just like the surface of a lake, reflections All things, but not affected by all things. Taoist priests must be like this, because we remember the past clearly and cannot forget it even if we want to. If we take emotions too seriously, the whole person will collapse sooner or later because of this, like the relationship between mother and child. The love between brothers, friends, and love between men and women are all a drag on Taoist priests. What if the other party dies? Or they fall out? Mortals will soon forget it, or get back together, but Taoist priests will always remember it. In my heart, everything is the same as what happened just now. How can we practice with peace of mind under such circumstances? Therefore, we must survive the tribulation and abandon our desires. Am I right? "

Zuo Liuying didn't sleep all night and looked a little haggard. She nodded, indicating that Yang Qingyin was right.

Gao Fuwei was even more embarrassed, "It turns out to be so complicated... why not remove the memory? Wouldn't this make it easier to survive the tribulation?"

Yang Qingyin smiled and shook her head, "It's not that simple. Memories are intertwined with each other. If you only remove a small piece, you can still recall it based on other memories. Then the harm to the Taoist priest will be greater. If too much is removed, If you have more, a Taoist priest is not far from an idiot.”

Gao Fuwei couldn't help but glance at Zuo Liuying. He had removed most of his memory and did not become an idiot, but he looked a little strange, as if he no longer belonged to this world. He only showed that he was still alive when he occasionally spoke.

Yang Qingyin knows best how powerful the restored memory is, and she herself has suffered greatly from it.

Mu Xingqiu understands the pain that cannot be forgotten best. Fangfang's death left him with nowhere to vent his love. It was like a thorn growing in his heart, and he might be bleeding at some point.

Only Taoist priests understand the importance of cutting off fate to overcome calamities.

Gao Fuwei didn't fully understand, but the calmness of Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin made him feel that he had made a stupid mistake, "Sorry, I'm too talkative. Give me a bowl of wine and I can bury a relationship. I don’t know much about Taoist priests…”

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to hide your inner thoughts, we won't care." Yang Qingyin looked at the many demon clans and their mounts outside the restriction, "The Taoist priests have paid so much, and the rewards they get are equivalent. We may We may be killed, but most of the time we control the lives of all living beings. Even if we are among a group of demons with evil intentions, they are the ones who are afraid. "

"Of course, even the Talisman Master treats you as gods when he talks about Taoist priests. Maybe you are gods, but you just don't live in the sky." Gao Fuwei wondered where his courage came from.

"Taoist priests are not gods, Taoist priests are a group of monsters." Yang Qingyin said to Yin Buchen, who had been listening to her blankly: "Go and inform the demon clan of Sheshen Country that they are ready to go."

Yin Buchen responded repeatedly and ran out of the ban.

Yang Qingyin put away the magical artifacts and unoccupied tents everywhere, and when passing by Gao Fuwei, she said, "You still think of Miss Song often, right?"

Gao Fuwei lowered his head, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, "Miss Song's father is also a talisman master. He knows my background, so he firmly opposes our marriage. Miss Song married a not very good person, so she became depressed and ill." She fell ill and died young. I can never forget her. I... hate myself."

Gao Fuwei didn't want to talk any more. He was an ordinary monster. He had lived among mortals since he was a child. He couldn't survive the catastrophe, but he wouldn't hold on to the past all the time. A pot of wine and a beautiful woman were all. It was enough to make him forget the pain for a moment of joy.

The team soon set off. There was an advantage to joining the demon clan from the Sacrifice Country. They knew the road, unlike the Taoist priests who only traveled westward. The mounts of the demon soldiers were also raised with witchcraft and could still survive in the ice and snow. Being able to gallop freely greatly speeds up the speed.

Zuo Liuying and Feifei were well taken care of. Feifei sat on the back of the Zhenshan Ox left by Prince Tuotao and could even think without being disturbed. Zuo Liuying was still riding a flea and had never started practicing. , spending most of the time in deep thought.

Mu Xingqiu behaved normally, able to walk on the ground and fly in the air. No one could tell that he was being tortured by memories and his strength was suddenly reduced. The demons really regarded him as a god and did not even dare to directly Stare at him.

Mu Xingqiu was not fooled by the illusion. At noon that day, he said to Yang Qingyin: "I used a little illusion. Although I didn't see the specific idea, I guess that these monsters will turn against us as soon as they arrive in the Kingdom of Sacrifice. Offer them up as captives, not as companions.”

"It takes almost a month to get to the Kingdom of Sacrifice. You'd better complete the tribulation during this time. Our team is full of burdens, and I can't protect them all."

"I will try my best." Mu Xingqiu then said seriously: "Also, beware of Gao Fuwei."

"Huh?" Yang Qingyin's impression of Gao Fuwei was at its best and she couldn't see any harm in him.

"Gao Fuwei's behavior is a bit weird. He is not that courageous. I think that is not the only memory he has removed. Maybe he will remember them all at some point and suddenly become our enemy."

Yang Qingyin thought for a while, "If the memories between him and Miss Song are true, I might be able to let him go when he betrays me. Otherwise, he will be dead."

"Haha, it's best to keep him half alive. I also need to use him to find those soul changers in the Long Bin Society. By the way, I think we can spend some time alone every day. I can consolidate our love and you can too. It can lead out the love disaster as soon as possible.”

"Okay." The two walked side by side in silence for a while. The monsters in front and behind them were all far away. Xiaohao and Baldzi accompanied Flea and Zuo Liuying. No one came to interfere. Mu Xingqiu felt that there was something to say. It must be said.

"Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"I thought it would be very difficult to cut off the fate to overcome the tribulation, but with your help, I think it will be much easier."

Yang Qingyin laughed twice, "I am a descendant of the Taoist Yang family. I have been exposed to this kind of thing since I was a child. Of course I am better than you. I just don't know the specific way of forming a relationship. They are not willing to do anything to me. Say, even my parents are no exception.”

Yang Qingyin looked very happy and told many stories about Pangshan Taoist priests who cut off their fate to survive the calamity. The plots were very simple and very similar, but she spoke with gusto, "My aunt Yang Baozhen and Shen Zhun have been married for hundreds of years and refused to cut off their fate. , was once a big joke in Pangshan. I was not born at that time, but I heard that the two of them wanted to live in seclusion for a while. Later, they took the risk to practice and actually rose to the realm of Xingluo, causing a sensation in the Nine Dao Tradition. Others laughed, they just stayed at Laozu Peak, but they were not satisfied and always wanted to give birth to a second Zuo Liuying, but the one they gave birth to was Shen Geng."

Mu Xingqiu listened quietly, and suddenly felt that Taoist priests were a pathetic group of people, and the saddest thing was that he himself had to do this to ensure that his practice could continue, and all this was just to win in the future war. to some advantage.

He really wants to know what it would be like for the demons to do whatever they want. From what he feels now, no matter how much power a person possesses, he cannot be free. Power itself is a representative of arbitrary actions. If you want to pursue power, you must be undistracted. Where else can you go? Carefree?

From that night on, the two spent an hour alone together every night. The illusion created by Mu Xingqiu became more and more sophisticated, able to block the outside gaze, but would no longer expand at will. At the end of each time, the fantasy will shift to the lonely tower. Mu Xingqiu must endure the pain caused by this memory and consolidate it in the next day.

His body was getting weaker and weaker, and his inner alchemy was often out of control, spinning fast and slowly. His mental illusion skills gradually declined. After twenty days, he could only barely perform the fifth level of illusion skills.

In front of the demon tribe of Shishen and Gao Fuwei, Mu Xingqiu cleverly concealed his weakening, and occasionally used illusions in public to make them dare not act rashly - this was enough, Bingkui was occupying a large territory After setting up the battle formation, Mu Xingqiu really didn't want to fight a meaningless battle.

As we get closer and closer to the Kingdom of Sacrifice, the endless winter finally shows its decline. There is soil in the wilderness, and you can even see traces of green on the roadside. These are real flowers and plants, which are more refreshing than gorgeous illusions.

On the night of the twenty-third day after setting off from Zhan Mo Mountain, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could cut off his fate, and it was at least worth trying.

The Fangfang in his memory did not make him feel tired or tired, but Mu Xingqiu felt that he could face it all calmly. The Taoist priest could not forget, and he could not suppress his emotions with indulgence like Gao Fuwei, so he could only turn around bravely. Face the painful memories that follow you until your heart is like a flat mirror, unmoved.

But Yang Qingyin still showed no signs of causing the love tribulation, but she was very happy and urged Mu Xingqiu to try to cut off the fate as soon as possible, "Our situation is quite special. You won't start practicing again immediately after you have overcome the tribulation, and you still have time to help me overcome the tribulation." . We are not far from the Kingdom of Sacrifice. You must regain your strength. I can't defeat so many monsters on my own, not even with the water of the sword washing pond."

So that night when the moon reached its peak, Mu Xingqiu tried to cut off the relationship.