Talk about the world of mortals in detail

After Han Shiyong left Heleshan, it was early morning after the heavy rain in the mountains stopped.

A man wearing a white feathered coat appeared in the col where Han Shiyong had been lying before. His face had a softer outline, but his eyebrows were slightly longer than ordinary people. They were curved and picked out a small section on both sides. His forehead was a little bright red. In fact, it was Yi Shuyuan who transformed into a white crane, which can be regarded as a change within a change.

Because the heavy rain caused flash floods, there were no additional traces of the place where Han Shiyong lay. However, Yi Shuyuan still bent down at this moment, reached out into the mud, and then picked up a burnt black rope.

Oh, it's not a rope, it's a blackened snake.

This snake didn't have the dynasty energy to be blessed with, nor did it have the luck of Han Shiyong, so it was naturally dead. However, there was something inside the blackened body that had not been carbonized.

As the mountain wind blew, the charred snake in Yi Shuyuan's hand turned into powder. The black powder flew away with the wind, but an oval-shaped object remained in his hand, like a crystal clear red gem.

In this gem, bursts of red light occasionally emerge, like flowing water or raging fire.

"This big toad walked away and left me a big gift."

The dead snake is naturally the medicine king snake. This snake is known for its fire poison, and it also absorbed the blood essence spilled by the big toad. The huge fire essence finally gathered in the snake's gallbladder and became the poison in Yi Shuyuan's hands at this moment. fire ruby.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan suddenly looked to one side and saw two lines of fire across the sky. It turned out that Shi Sheng had flown here on the Hot Wheels.

At this moment, Hui Mian had returned to his original state, lying on Shi Sheng's head and looking at the col below.

"Is that Master?"

Shi Sheng asked this, but Hui Mian was not completely sure. After all, it had never seen Mr. like this. From a distance, his temperament looked more like an immortal than before, but there were monsters left everywhere in the mountains. Qi seemed to be more harmonious with that person.

"Judging from his clothes, he should be sir, but it seems different."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the sky and smiled. He put away the red snake gallbladder and flicked his sleeves. With a crane cry, he transformed into a white-feathered crane and fluttered its wings.

"That's Master!" "Nonsense!"

——

What happened in Heleshan was not publicized, either by Bai Yudao or the Fu army.

After that day, except for Liao Wenzhi and his disciples and other people from Bai Yudao, 80% of the soldiers and horses of the first battalion of the government army returned, and the remaining 20% ​​were missing. Most of them had an accident in the heavy rain and flash flood, or were drowned in the water. In the swamps of Hele Mountain.

When Han Shiyong came back, he asked Liao Wenzhi to immediately withdraw all the disciples from Heleshan.

One day, two days, three days.

Nearly a month has passed, and Han Shiyong has not come out of Bai Yudao's palace in Yunlu Mansion.

He just sat quietly in the room, hanging the curtains to block all light, leaving the quiet room in complete darkness.

The only light source in the room was a stick of incense in the incense burner. Whenever the incense was about to burn out, Han Shiyong would light a new one and just sit in the darkness and watch the sparks on the incense head.

During this period of time, there was no fire poison from the Demon King Snake, and there were no other yang objects, but the cold feeling in Han Shiyong's body never appeared again.

The painful memory of being thrown into a frying pan during the thunderstorm that night came to mind again.

"It turns out that Zhao Yuansong didn't come at all. Maybe he was already dead. So, can't I get the so-called immortal fate? Doesn't the so-called ladder to immortality exist?"

Han Shiyong murmured, but a smile appeared on his face.

Different images emerged in his mind, including the terrifying giant python rising from the clouds of ice and snow, the giant toad in Hele Mountain that had the power to swallow the sky and startle thunder, and the white crane that fluttered its wings for nine days.

“If it doesn’t work, find another way.”

Over the course of a month, his empty body was gradually filled with different vitality, and he gradually woke up from his confusion. At this moment, a special aura emerged from his body, sometimes like ice and sometimes like fire. .

Han Shiyong's eyes became sharper than before, his body felt better than before, and a strange feeling in his heart continued to grow and grow.

——

Of course, the absence of the imperial master had some impact, and on this day, the emperor from the capital sent someone here.

No outsider dared to approach the house where Han Shiyong lived. The Taoist who delivered meals this month would just place the meals outside the door. Many times the meals would remain intact when they were collected.

But since the emperor came to ask today, Liao Wenzhi, as a direct disciple of the Imperial Master, had no choice but to come over and disturb him.

There was no one outside Han Shiyong's house. Only two disciples were guarding the door of the inner courtyard. Liao Wenzhi walked to the house alone, leaned close to the door and listened for a while but couldn't hear anything.

"Master? Master, are you okay?"

Han Shiyong, who was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, opened his eyes.

"Didn't you tell me not to disturb me?"

Hearing Han Shiyong's voice, Liao Wenzhi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained.

"Master, I don't want to disturb you, but Your Majesty has sent an envoy to inquire about the situation and hopes that you can return to Beijing!"

"Your Majesty has sent someone here."

Han Shiyong's voice came from inside the house, and then footsteps came to the door. Liao Wenzhi hurriedly took a few steps back and saluted inward as soon as the door opened.

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

After saluting, Liao Wenzhi received no response. He frowned slightly and then raised his head carefully, and saw Han Shiyong standing in front of the door looking at him, his eyes slightly strange to him.

Liao Wenzhi hurriedly said with a slight tremor in his heart.

"Master, His Majesty has sent an envoy to invite you back to the capital! Oh, by the way, my disciple has also collected some items for you that can relieve cold poison. I don't know."

"No, I'm going back to Beijing now. Take me to see the angel."

"yes!"

Liao Wenzhi hurriedly responded and took Han Shiyong to the front hall of the palace to meet the envoy from the capital.

Only about half a quarter of an hour later, Han Shiyong was still there asking the emperor's envoy something, while Liao Wenzhi secretly ran back to the backyard and returned to his master's house.

Looking at the dim room, Liao Wenzhi hesitated, then quietly entered the room, and came to the futon where Han Shiyong was meditating. The incense in the incense burner had just been burned out, and the scent of sandalwood still remained in the room.

But under the scent of sandalwood, Liao Wenzhi seemed to smell a hint of other scents, which made his body feel goosebumps.

Is it really evil!

Liao Wenzhi trembled. He didn't dare to move anything, let alone stay here for a long time. He hurried out and closed the door gently, but his expression looked extremely uneasy.

But when Liao Wenzhi walked out of the small courtyard, his expression returned to normal.

When the envoy from the capital returned to the post house, Han Shiyong issued an order to prepare to return to the capital. Of course, this time he returned to the capital no longer by himself, but by assuming the posture of a national master.

In Bai Yudao's Yunlu Temple, Liao Wenzhi returned to his residence.

"Master, are you back?"

"Um!"

Liao Wenzhi turned to look at his disciple. This house had a quiet room for practicing and two bedrooms. He usually lived with his disciples for easy guidance.

"I'm finally going back to the capital. Although Yunlu Mansion is good, it's not as comfortable as the capital. After staying here for so long, I really miss it."

"What are you thinking about?"

The disciple covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

"nothing."

Liao Wenzhi shook his head, took out his magic weapon, and planned to do a fortune telling for himself.

"Crack." There was a sound, and as soon as his hand pinched the turtle shell of Divination, the latter had already cracked, and this crack seemed to appear in Liao Wenzhi's heart, giving him a bad premonition.

"Azheng."

"Here you are, Master!"

Liao Wenzhi raised his head and looked at the disciples packing their things over there.

"Don't go back this time."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, stopped moving his hands, and looked at the master with reluctance on his face.

"Am I still here?"

Liao Wenzhi stood up, walked to the disciple, and looked at him very seriously.

"Didn't you say that sometimes you miss your relatives in the country? Do you want to retreat and return to secular life?"

"ah?"

The disciple's eyes suddenly widened, but seeing the serious look on his master's face, he suddenly panicked.

"Master, what did the disciple do not do well? Is it because he was not diligent in his studies, or made some mistakes, because he failed to protect the army, or something else. If you tell me, I will definitely change it to your satisfaction."

Wouldn't retreating from Taoism and returning to secular life mean being expelled from the master's school? This is not only a question of filial piety, but also a question of glory and wealth.

As the master and disciple of the country, Azheng's position of power is also extraordinary. He has long been used to living a life of glory and wealth!

Liao Wenzhi knew his disciple well, and there was some softness in his eyes.

"My goal in Baiyu Dao is to support Dayan in the country, to cultivate Taoism and become an immortal myself, to be loyal to the country and to the heart of Taoism. However, it is not without emotion, and there is no need to abandon the seven emotions and six desires. After all, I am almost sixty-seven years old. You haven’t been back to your hometown for years, have you?”

"Yes, it's been seven years."

Liao Wenzhi nodded.

"It's been too long. It's time to go back and have a look. This time we narrowly escaped death in Hele Mountain. In the future, we will conquer demons and suppress the world. Maybe there will be dangers. Let's go back and have a look."

After hearing this, the disciple felt a little more at ease.

"I thought Master you were going to expel me from the school. I was scared to death. I listened to you and went back to see. How long should I go back?"

Liao Wenzhi smiled.

"I will prepare some gold for you. You will stay for a year and a half, and you will be the eldest son in the family, take care of all the major life events for the remaining brothers and sisters in your family, and celebrate your father's sixtieth birthday. That's about it. From now on, It’s filial piety, you must do your best!”

"Well, it's easy to celebrate my dad's birthday, but nothing else."

"Stop talking nonsense, take the money and get out!"

Liao Wenzhi patted the disciple on the head, and the latter repeatedly said "yes". When he covered the back of his head, he found that there were some more bills in his hand.

After a while, Azheng left the master's house. While rubbing his head, he couldn't help but frown slightly and looked back at the yard over there.

Could it be that Master expected something bad to happen?