Exorcism

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire Zhaoshan Island, making it more like a fairyland in a dream than in reality. Meng Xu opened his eyes with a smile on his face, reluctant to escape from the dream.

Slowly, the afterglow faded away, calling the mountain away. No matter how powerful the spell was, it could not retain the sweet dream. The waves crashed on the shore outside, and the darkness inside the tent was dark. The cold reality declared victory mercilessly. Suddenly, Meng Xu thought of herself. What to do.

She walked out of the tent and saw many people on the island busy in the morning light. Everyone was about to leave and take the flying dragon boat to an unknown place - Xiaohao seemed to know something, but remained tight-lipped. People did not take her idea too seriously. Most of the casual cultivators felt that the Holy Talisman Dynasty was the only choice, while the demon clan was more willing to defect to the Virgin Mary of Ten Thousand Sons or the missing Fanwang Jincu.

Meng Xu walked straight up to Yang Qingyin and gave her the Taoist ritual. Although they had become casual cultivators, they still retained many of their old habits.

Yang Qingyin returned the favor. Two days ago, when Meng Xu chose to stay on Demon Suppressing Island, Yang Qingyin was a little surprised. She knew that Meng Xu had been a betrayer and was not the kind of person who was willing to take risks.

"I want to say a few words to you." Meng Xu said.

Yang Qingyin nodded and followed Meng Xu to the side. The island was too small, so it was necessary to use magic weapons to hide it from others.

"This is my last candle of insight." Meng Xu said, with less than three inches of the candle floating beside him.

Yang Qingyin hummed. Mu Xingqiu didn't pursue Meng Xu's betrayal back then, and she wouldn't either, but her impression of this female casual cultivator was not very good after all.

"I never understood why Mu Xingqiu let me go."

"That was a few years ago...and he didn't say anything to me." Yang Qingyin really didn't want to talk about it at this time. She also had her own worries and was considering whether to really leave Demon Suppression Island. .

Meng Xu didn't seem to notice the other party's perfunctory tone and continued: "Zuo Liuying's actions yesterday gave me some inspiration."

"Well, he gave us all a revelation. What do you want from me?" Yang Qingyin asked bluntly, hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible.

Meng Xu nodded firmly, "Mortals are mediocre and walk on a narrow road from birth to death. Every road, even if it looks like a wilderness, is actually a path walked by others under the weeds. Taoist priests are not much better. , it may be worse. We are walking on the road arranged by the Taoist system. It is wide, flat, safe and clear at a glance. There are no accidents or surprises. "

Yang Qingyin still didn't understand what Meng Xu wanted to express, and said casually: "We are no longer Taoist priests."

"But I'm still trying to be consistent with the orthodoxy. Mu Xingqiu didn't pursue my betrayal back then, probably because he hoped that I could find another way. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it. The only reason why I stayed on Demon Suppressing Island was not to Willing to make a choice.”

The more Yang Qingyin listened, the more confused she became. She turned to look at the others and decided to listen a few more words.

"Zuo Liuying is also trying hard to find another path. He has vomited elixirs twice, re-cultivated twice, learned casual cultivation methods, and even borrowed demon methods and demon refining techniques, but the facts have proved that he can't find anyone who can compare with Taoism. The new path is that of a casual cultivator, no matter how many strange methods are added to it, it will not change the weakness of the casual cultivator."

"Zuo Liuying has helped many people, and we all owe him a debt of gratitude." Although Yang Qingyin has never seen through Zuo Liuying, she still wants to defend him. "Rogue cultivators may not be the best way, but this is the only way. The way to go.”

Meng Xu actually had no objection, "You are right, Zuo Liuying is a great Taoist priest. If anyone in this world can find a new way, it is only him."

"What do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin couldn't help it and asked impatiently.

"Zuo Liuying is looking for a new path."

Yang Qingyin said coldly: "Zuo Liuying is dead, is that what you call a new path?"

"I believe that Zuo Liuying is willing to die in order to find a new path, but not this time. He must have found something."

Yang Qingyin stared at Meng Xu blankly, as if she saw a ghost. (audience)

Xiaohao came over, stretched out her hand to extinguish the flame of the candle, and threw it back to Meng Xu, "We are all our own people, don't waste the magic weapon. What are you talking about?"

"Meng Xu said some strange words. She seemed to think Zuo Liuying was not dead yet." Yang Qingyin said.

Xiaohao stared at Meng Xu for a while, then suddenly laughed, the louder the laughter, attracting everyone on the island. Yang Qingyin became more and more confused, while Meng Xu frowned dissatisfied.

"Did Daotong entrust you with a dream?" Xiaohao stopped laughing, still smiling.

"Dream? Uh...I did have a dream. I used to be a disciple of Zhaoshan. It's normal to dream about Zhaoshan." Meng Xu was not as calm as when he faced Yang Qingyin alone.

Just as Meng Xu was about to speak, a nearby casual cultivator said loudly in surprise: "What a coincidence, I seemed to have dreamed of Xingshan last night."

Other casual cultivators said that they also dreamed about the Taoism they once belonged to. Some people remembered it more clearly, while others only had vague impressions. If others didn't mention it, they wouldn't even be able to remember it.

Unlike Taoist priests, casual cultivators can use thoughts instead of sleep. A total of twenty people slept for a while last night, and they all had similar dreams, which immediately seemed a bit strange.

The most surprised person was Meng Xu. He looked around with his mouth open, and finally his eyes fell on Gan Zhiquan, "Did you really dream of Hongshan?"

"I dreamed about it. It wasn't long ago and I have almost forgotten the content." Gan Zhiquan said with certainty.

Meng Xu was speechless for a while before turning to Xiao Hao, "How did you know that I had a dream?"

"Using dreams to arouse someone's emotions is an old Taoist method. Haven't you heard of it?" Xiao Hao's eyes widened, as if she was even more surprised than Meng Xu. In fact, the dream was Luan Jingshan. She still remembered the spells that only the Dengzhu family had, but others didn't understand them.

"Xiao Hao is right!" The bald man jumped up from the crowd, "We all dreamed about Fangfang in Yelin Town, but only Brother Xiao Qiu dared to steal the bride... Why didn't Daotong entrust me with the dream this time? I am a disciple of Pangshan.”

"I didn't dream either." Yang Qingyin didn't sleep last night. She needed to rest, but she couldn't close her eyes. "What about you, Feifei, have you ever dreamed?"

Feifei blushed and shook his head hastily, "No, I am not a Taoist disciple..."

Including Xiaohao, a total of twenty-one people had dreamed. Only Meng Xu felt that she had received inspiration from the dream - now she no longer thinks so.

"Look, you thought the orthodoxy chose you, but actually you chose yourself." This sentence had a bit of Zuo Liuying's style. Xiaohao grinned with satisfaction and forgot everything he wanted to say next.

"But..." Meng Xu thought he had seen the truth, but Xiaohao pushed him deeper into the fog with a few words, "Wait a minute, Dao Tong entrusted everyone with dreams, which shows that Dao Tong really wants to use us people to do something. . You have had dreams, but you don’t care about them. I am the only one who takes it seriously, so what I am doing and thinking are still in line with Taoism’s intentions, that is to say-"

"It's not you who suspects that Zuo Liuying is alive, it's Dao Tong." Bald Man rushed to say.

Yang Qingyin shook her head. She already understood what was going on. "Meng Xu also had the same suspicion. Dao Tong only used dreams to find her out."

Everyone didn't care about Meng Xu's suspicion. Everyone had more or less similar hopes in their hearts, but they didn't dare to express them clearly for fear of being unable to bear more disappointment, but Daotong Tuomeng ignited the hope.

"Why does Dao Tong suspect that Zuo Liuying is not dead?"

"There are so many masters in the Taoist tradition, do we have to find the truth through one of us?"

There were more and more doubts among the cultivators. Yang Qingyin was not dreaming. From the perspective of a bystander, she could see more clearly. She sighed softly, "The Taoist priests have retired. The Taoist priests who were left behind are either possessed by demons or dead. No, Maybe we can send other Taoist priests out. In that case, there will be no point in retreating. We can only send some spells to verify Zuo Liuying's life and death through us, because Tao Tong knows very well that our thoughts are the same as Tao Tong's on this matter. "

Everyone was silent, and even Meng Xu was hesitating whether he should accept the "task" given by Taoism in the form of a dream.

Xiao Hao suddenly walked towards a lonely tent at the end of Demon Suppression Island. Everyone else followed behind, and no one tried to stop her.

Standing at the door of the tent, Xiao Hao turned around and said to everyone: "Our enemy is not Taoism, so we don't have to compete with Taoism for everything, right?"

The casual cultivators nodded one after another. Yang Qingyin vaguely felt something was wrong, but did not raise any objection. Xiaohao's doubts and enthusiasm had been aroused and would not be eliminated automatically unless she did something.

Everything was within the Taoist tradition's prediction and control. This advantage came not only from strength and spells, but also from long-term memory and profound wisdom. Yang Qingyin was at a loss what to do and couldn't even figure out the way.

Only Zuo Liuying could make Daotong nervous. Thinking of this, Yang Qingyin also felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Xiaohao cast a spell to take back the entire tent.

Zuo Liuying's body was sitting inside, with his eyes slightly closed and his face expressionless, as if he was thinking. The flea was lying at his feet, with his head resting on his two front legs, like a dog that had lost its owner. The tent disappeared. He didn't move, just raised his eyes to look at Xiaohao.

"How did Dao Tong guess?" Xiao Hao asked Meng Xu. She left the most memories in her dreams, so she should be the one who knows Dao Tong's thoughts best.

Meng Xu thought in a daze for a while. The originally very dull dream gradually became complicated, and some memories that she had ignored slowly emerged from the depths of her mind. "A voice said to me in the dream, Zuo Liuying..." …and the Dragon Demon tried to open a gap in the Demon-Batting Cave yesterday, but I don’t know if he succeeded or not…”

Several people reacted at the same time, and Xiaohao was the first to speak, "Zhibu Bang is really in the Demon-Batting Cave?"

Gan Zhiquan asked in confusion: "How come Dao Tong doesn't know the result?"

Yang Qingyin opened her eyes wide, "Are Zuo Liuying and Long Mo trying to rescue Mu Xingqiu? If they had succeeded, wouldn't Mu Xingqiu be nearby?"