Asking about longevity

Outside the mountain city, there is a monastic camp.

The hustle and bustle ended.

The monks were decimated.

These monks were all possessed by deceitful human beings and killed each other to death.

Master Situ calculated with his fingers, and used the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp to illuminate every corner of the camp. After confirming that there were no demons or the weird aura of the Taoist, he looked slightly relieved.

The monk who died tragically was later laid to rest.

The other monks were in shock and took a break.

In the room, Master Situ was in a state of uneasiness, frowning and thinking about something.

After a moment, a figure suddenly flashed, and Bai Qingcheng, dressed in white, broke through the door and said:

"Senior Situ, I have a problem, please help me."

Bai Qingcheng looked anxious.

Master Situ was startled, then frowned, expecting that this matter must be serious.

A moment later, he followed Bai Qingcheng into a secret room in the camp. When he saw Mr. Zhuang lying in the secret room, his breath almost gone, his heart skipped a beat.

"this……"

Master Situ pointed at Mr. Zhuang, his fingers trembling a little.

"The map of Return to Ruins was taken away by the treacherous Taoist. My senior brother's life is gone and his life is at stake. I would like to ask my seniors to save my senior brother's life!" Bai Qingcheng said sincerely.

Master Situ smiled bitterly.

Is this a question of whether to save or not...

"Master Bai, I am not an alchemist..."

"The alchemist can't save him."

"That……"

Bai Qingcheng said: "I would like to ask senior to use the Qiankun Qingguang Lamp to extend the life of my senior brother!"

Master Situ's heart skipped a beat and he immediately refused: "No, no!"

Then he saw Bai Qingcheng's face was frosty and explained:

"It's not that I'm stingy, but this... Qiankun Qingguang Lamp, not the seven-star ever-bright lamp, it... can't sustain life!"

"Can!"

Bai Qingcheng was decisive.

"No……"

Master Situ was interrupted by Bai Qingcheng when he was halfway speaking:

"My ancestor once told me that the Qingguangzhan of Qiankun can temporarily extend your life in critical moments..."

Situ Zhenren's face darkened.

Forgot about this...

This girl is from the Bai family. She has a good family background and knows the details of this mysterious treasure. She cannot be deceived...

Master Situ still refused to agree, so he said:

"Then you, do you know how to use it?"

Bai Qingcheng shook his head, "I don't know, but you must know!"

Master Situ was stunned.

Bai Qingcheng's eyes narrowed and he continued:

"You are the great elder of Xuanji Valley. You are highly respected and have sophisticated algorithms. You must know how to save my senior brother's life!"

"I'm not good at studying..."

But Bai Qingcheng had a determined look and didn't listen at all.

Master Situ had no choice but to tell the truth:

"It's not that I don't agree, but the price is too high..."

"This Qiankun Qingguangzhan contains heavenly secrets and can ward off evil spirits and prevent disasters. It is the most precious treasure of my Xuanji Valley. It has been passed down for more than ten generations. It is extremely precious..."

"This treasure is different from the seven-star eternal lamp. It is not used to extend one's life."

"If you use it as an ever-bright lamp, it will suffer severe wear and tear. Maybe the person's life will not last long, and this pure light lamp will die on its own..."

"I admit that I am not a selfish person, but no matter what, I will never destroy the sect's most precious treasure to save the life of an unrelated person..."

Master Situ shook his head repeatedly.

Bai Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said: "I will find a heavenly treasure and give it to Xuanji Valley in exchange for the Qiankun Qingguang Lamp."

"The secret treasure... how can it be so easy to find..."

Master Situ disagreed.

"Then consider that our Bai family owes you a great favor." Bai Qingcheng said.

"Is it a favor that the Bai family owes, or is it a favor that Master Bai owes you?" Master Situ asked.

If it's a favor owed by the Bai family, then I can consider it.

But if it's just a favor from Yuhua Zhenren...

Although Master Yu Hua's favor is valuable, it is obviously not valuable enough. He has to exchange it for the treasure of Xuanji Valley...

Master Situ disagreed no matter what.

There was something evil in Bai Qingcheng's gaze.

Master Situ was startled, and then his heart skipped a beat. What did she mean...

Isn't it because he wants to rob him...

He had heard that the eldest lady of the Bai family had always been arrogant and willful, but that was more than a hundred years ago...

Now that she has become a real person and has a pair of children, she should be more stable.

But what if she really robbed her...

Don’t even give it away!

The Qiankun Qingguangzhan must not be borrowed!

Just as Master Situ was about to refuse sternly, he was suddenly startled.

Scenes of the demon inside the Taoist mind during the day appeared before my eyes again...

There were dark pupils in the disciple's eyes.

On the Daoting side, the monks were possessed by evil thoughts and killed each other.

A trickster who walked calmly in front of people like himself.

And, that shocking, scheming aura...

Master Situ felt a chill in his heart.

If Mr. Zhuang is really dead, who else can restrain the deceitful man?

Without the divine calculations, how can we compete with the divine calculations?

The secret algorithm can be different from the cultivation base.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you don't know the secrets of heaven, you may still be plotted to death.

Their divine knowledge algorithm in Xuanji Valley is indeed sophisticated, but no matter how hard it is, it cannot be compared with one thought, two methods, and the secret calculation of heaven...

And if one day, the deceitful Taoist really becomes a great demon lord, using the secrets of heaven as his root and the cultivation of demons in his heart as his technique, massacring the Xuanji Valley and exterminating the calculations of the Xuanji Valley, what should he do?

How to prevent it?

How to prevent it?

The more Master Situ thought about it, the more shocked he became.

This idea is by no means groundless.

For those who have insight into heaven's secrets and are proficient in calculations, all kinds of thoughts and flashes in the sea of ​​​​consciousness are all omens.

It is all the possible future, some fragments in the cause and effect, like a mirror in the mirror.

He seemed to be able to vaguely see the scene of the deceitful people massacring Xuanji Valley.

The mountain gate is gloomy and full of mystery.

The disciples, eyes dark, turned into walking zombies, killing each other...

Extinction!

Master Situ was frightened for a while.

In this situation, not to mention one Qiankun Qingguangzhan, even ten of them are useless...

Master Situ looked again at Mr. Zhuang, whose breath was weak and his vitality was gone, and he sighed deeply.

If there is anyone in this world who can compete with the deceitful people, then the only one who comes from the same school as the deceitful people is Mr. Zhuang, who is extremely talented...

"Let's take a gamble..."

Although I may not survive that day, I still want to seek blessings and make good friends for the future generations of disciples in Xuanji Valley...

"Okay!" Master Situ nodded, "I promise you."

Bai Qingcheng was startled. She was ready to rob him, but unexpectedly, Master Situ suddenly changed his mind.

"But, I have a few conditions..." Master Situ said again.

Bai Qingcheng nodded, "Senior, please tell me."

Master Situ sighed: "This is your Bai family, at least you, Master Bai, owe us a favor in Xuanji Valley..."

"In the future, if we are in danger in Xuanji Valley, please ask Master Bai to help!"

Bai Qingcheng agreed: "This is natural."

Master Situ said again: "If Master Bai gets the heavenly treasure that replaces the Qingguangzhan of Qiankun in the future, please give it to me as a gift to make up for the loss of Xuanji Valley..."

Bai Qingcheng said: "Okay."

"One more thing..." Master Situ's eyes were solemn, "Don't mention the fact that I came to rescue you to anyone..."

Mr. Zhuang has too many enemies and too many causes and effects.

Master Situ was afraid that he couldn't bear it.

Bai Qingcheng nodded solemnly.

Master Situ breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was very reluctant to give up, he still took out the Qiankun Qingguangzhan and said to Bai Qingcheng:

"You and Mr. Zhuang come from the same school. You should know that Mr. Zhuang's energy is exhausted and his consciousness is shattered. It cannot be cured by elixirs or human resources..."

"I can only use the Qiankun Qingguang Lamp as the eye of the array, use up the life of this lamp to set up the Mysterious Fire Eternal Light Array, and lock Mr. Zhuang's cause and effect."

"Without the cause of death, the effect of death will not come."

"Lock the cause and effect, Mr. Zhuang is temporary, and it is not counted as 'death'."

"But you have to know that this is just a chance to extend life, not life-saving, and it cannot save lives."

"Once the lights go out, the array is destroyed, and cause and effect take over, Mr. Zhuang will still die..."

Bai Qingcheng reluctantly said, "Okay."

Even if it's just locking the cause and effect, it doesn't count as death, but at any rate, there is still a glimmer of hope...

It's better than having no hope at all...

Master Situ sighed, and then began to light the light lamp, set up a mysterious fire array, and light the evergreen lamp to temporarily lock the cause and effect and seal Mr. Zhuang's "death".

Bai Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and stayed in front of Mr. Zhuang for a few days. Suddenly he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten the ink painting.

She scanned Dali Mountain with her spiritual consciousness, and found a lonely ink painting on a mountain road outside Dali Mountain, walking without knowing the direction.

Bai Qingcheng felt a little distressed, so he brought the ink painting to Mr. Zhuang.

When Mo Hua saw his master who had taught him earnestly, smiled at him, touched his head, and cared for him so much, he was lying there coldly, unconscious, unaware of life and death, and could not stop crying.

In the next few days, Mo Hua did not eat or drink, but stayed in front of Mr. Zhuang.

…

In the Qiankun lamp, clear light overflows.

In the Xuanhuo Changming Formation, the formation patterns are profound.

Mr. Zhuang was lying in the formation, his breath as light as clouds and mist, misty and void, as if alive and dead, with only a trace of vitality left.

He originally thought that he had died and would never sleep.

But hazily, I still sensed a familiar, nostalgic aura.

Mr. Zhuang finally opened his eyes and took a look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua stood in front of him, his head drooped, his figure lost, his eyes red, and he kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

Mr. Zhuang felt a little distressed, but also a little relieved.

There are still people who really miss themselves...

He printed the figure drawn in ink in his mind and said silently:

"Live well……"

"Practice well, learn formations well..."

"Study well……"

Mr. Zhuang's mind stagnated and he felt that his vitality was stagnant. This thought seemed to be just a flashback, a lingering thought...

However, this is enough...

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Mo Hua was suddenly startled. When he looked up, Mr. Zhuang had already closed his eyes.

Mo Hua rubbed his eyes, but his eyes were sore and he couldn't see clearly. He didn't know if the master had woken up or glanced at him.

"Master..."

Mo Hua felt sour in his heart and shed tears again.

…

Three days later, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also came.

They looked disappointed. After seeing Mr. Zhuang, they felt even sadder and their eyes were red.

It wasn't until I saw that Mo Hua was safe and sound that I felt a little better.

The two of them sat next to Mo Hua, accompanying Mo Hua, and stayed in front of Mr. Zhuang, refusing to leave no matter what.

Bai Qingcheng was helpless, but there was nothing she could do.

He didn't expect that the relationship between his son and daughter, as well as the young disciple Mo Hua, and his senior brother would be so deep...

She could only tell Aunt Xue to prepare some food or elixirs to nourish the blood, and watch the three children eat a little every day to prevent them from losing blood.

Besides that, what Bai Qingcheng is most worried about is the trickster.

This matter seemed to have been settled, but she still felt lingering fear, as if the deceitful person had some other agenda.

She went to ask Master Situ, but Master Situ also frowned in confusion.

The deceitful people behave in strange ways and cannot figure it out at all.

But thinking about it, now that the Guixu Celestial Burial Map has been obtained, the trickster's goal has been achieved, and there should be no other intentions.

Moreover, he had inquired before.

It seems that the Pavilion Elder of the Seventh Pavilion of Daoting used the golden celestial instrument to lock the Qi of the Taoist and has been chasing him.

The deceitful man has too much time to take care of himself, so he probably won't risk doing evil again.

Bai Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, Bai Qingcheng planned to leave.

She wanted to put Mr. Zhuang in a good place, not to let the Changming lamp go out, and she also wanted to send Zixi and Zisheng back to their clan.

At the same time, she had to find a way to send the child Mo Hua home.

The Taoist monks stationed outside Lishan City, as well as the Taoist monks from all sides, also had to leave.

But something happened the night before leaving.

Because the separation was imminent, Master Situ held a simple banquet as a farewell party.

After only three rounds of drinking, there was a commotion in the camp, accompanied by sounds of panic, ferocious sounds, crazy shouts, and sounds of fighting...

Master Situ's heart trembled, "Is this, Taoist heart... growing a demon?!"

Everyone else's expressions also changed drastically.

They rushed out immediately and saw several Taoist soldiers. As expected, they were surrounded by demonic energy, had lost their minds, and looked ferocious, as if they were choosing people to devour...

It's exactly the same as the signs of the devil in Dao's heart that day.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Master Situ quickly restrained the possessed disciples, turned around and wanted everyone to be on guard, but when he looked up, he couldn't help but frowned.

There is no aura of scheming...

This means that the trickster is not here...

Master Situ was a little surprised.

These Dao soldiers were just infected with the demon seed before, and they broke out now?

This kind of demonic species is extremely weak and not contagious, so the threat is minimal.

Master Situ released his spiritual consciousness, scanned the area, and found nothing unusual, and was relieved.

"I'm too worried..."

Everyone else also breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought that the trickster was back...

Everyone thought about going back and continuing to drink to calm down their shock, but halfway through, Bai Qingcheng suddenly froze and stopped.

Master Situ was a little confused, "Master Bai?"

"That's not right..." Bai Qingcheng frowned and muttered.

Master Situ was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

Bai Qingcheng said: "Master... every move of the trickster has a plan. He will never leave these scattered demon species here for no reason. If he does this, he must have other motives..."

Bai Qingcheng said, suddenly his face turned pale, "Zi wins Zi Xi!"

Her body was like a fallen feather, and the wind was blowing under her feet. She ducked a few times and arrived in front of the secret room.

Zisheng and Zixi were both holding bowls, being tended by Aunt Xue, and drinking nourishing decoction.

Seeing Bai Qingcheng walking in a hurry, both of them were a little confused, "Mother..."

Bai Qingcheng pulled them in front of him and looked at the two children carefully. His consciousness sensed their auras and looked into their eyes. A stone fell in his heart.

"Mom, what happened?"

Bai Zixi asked.

Bai Qingcheng shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, "Where is the ink painting?"

Bai Zixi said: "Mo Hua was too tired and fainted, so Aunt Xue sent him back to his room and let him sleep for a while..."

Bai Qingcheng's face turned pale.

Bai Zixi also realized something was wrong and said tremblingly: "Mother..."

"You guys wait here..."

Bai Qingcheng ordered, and then his figure flashed, as graceful as a startled dragon, and in a moment, he arrived in Mo Hua's room.

Mo Hua's small body was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Bai Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little worried, so he softly shouted, "Mo Hua..."

Mo Hua didn't seem to be asleep. When he heard the noise, he lay straight and then slowly sat up.

"It's nothing, just sleep for a while..."

Before Bai Qingcheng finished speaking, he suddenly choked.

At this time, Mo Hua had turned his head.

His face was innocent, but his pupils were dark.

Adding another chapter, I tried my best~