Lord Priest, your Daoist Gu is acting like a demon again

Chapter 82 The Undead of Huiyue 100 Years Ago (Part [-])

Yue Wuxia took out a white porcelain bottle from her sleeve, and poured out a elixir that looked like condensed snow.This holy medicine was given by the master when he came down the mountain. It is said that it has the effect of condensing the soul, and taking this medicine can keep the soul immortal.

But there is only this one pill, so it is irreversible and cannot be used at all, but such a life-saving medicine, Yue Wuxia gave it to a strange undead.

"what is this?"

"Healing medicine."

"Pill?"

The undead looked at Yue Wuxia warily.His appearance was too suspicious, and the elixir he offered was even more so.

"Submit it to Zhiyi."

A long-silent undead spoke.

"Brother Li..."

"100 years of torture is long enough. If it's poisonous, it's freeing the mind. Otherwise, it's his good fortune."

"Yes."

Under the anxious gaze of all the undead, Nan Zhiyi took the elixir.

The elixir melted at the entrance, and Nan Zhiyi's weak and transparent soul body emitted a dazzling white light, and it solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, not only the wound was healed, but the yin and yang were reversed and condensed into a solid body, and the spiritual power also climbed rapidly At the middle level of the immortal rank.

This is only based on the fact that Nan Zhiyi's soul is extremely fragile. Yue Wuxia has a feeling that if he swallows this pill in his current state, it will not be a problem to climb up to the heavenly rank.

He knew that the elixir given by his master would not be simple, but he did not expect that it would be so overbearing that he could turn death into life and boost his cultivation.

"Brother Zhiyi, are you resurrected?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhiyi's hand is warm, he is alive!"

"Wonderful! Simply wonderful!"

Compared to the joy of his classmates, Li Zhao looked at Yue Wuxia calmly, "Who are you?"

Yue Wuxia bowed and said: "I am a disciple of Huiyue just like you, but you are more than a hundred years earlier than me, and I am more than a hundred years later."

"Sooner or later, Huiyue Palace is no longer the original Huiyue Palace. Since you are a disciple of Feng Ruoshui, why didn't you go back with her just now?"

"I also want to know why you didn't obey the priest's wishes and stayed in the devil's prison to suffer."

Yue Wuxia said: "It is well known that the former priest of Huiyue started the war for his own selfish desires, and led the priests and disciples to the battlefield, but suffered a disastrous defeat."

"The priest was to blame. He fell into the devil's way and set himself on fire. The poor priest and disciple of Huiyue were full of passion, but they were deceived by it and buried with him for no reason. This is the end of a glorious era."

Li Zhao said sadly and helplessly: "Are all the history books today recorded like this?"

"Historical books are written by historians themselves, and passed down from word to mouth among the people. Every word is thousands of catties, and it cannot be disputed."

Yue Wuxia said in a deep voice.

The facts are indeed true. A hundred years is not too far away, but it can no longer be traced back. The stain of the priest has been infinitely magnified, but all the achievements have been erased. Regarding her title, only the word "sinner" is replaced on the green slip. Attitudes towards her were ingrained.

She is not a priest holding a holy sword and slaying demons, but a prisoner on the execution platform.And this image will be passed on from generation to generation as time goes by...

Sorrowful emotions spread among the undead. They were as desolate as autumn leaves, drained of vitality, and curled up stubbornly refusing to drop their branches.

"Have you ever seen scorched earth?"

Li Zhao muttered, his eyes were bleak.

"The golden wheat field is full of boundless waves. People are immersed in the joy of the harvest. The next moment, real fire falls from the sky. People, wheat, cattle and sheep are all burned to charcoal. Obviously everyone just wants to live well..."

Yue Wuxia's heart twitched, as if the scorched wheat fields and people and animals appeared in front of her eyes.

Nan Zhiyi said: "In this world where ordinary people and monks coexist, the lives of ordinary people are no different from ants in the eyes of monks. The monks can deprive the lives of ordinary people while talking and laughing. The flames of the martial arts war are enough to spread The harm caused by the living beings to several cities is far greater than the war between mortals."

"Cultivators are superior, ordinary people are as humble as mud. They have a long lifespan, and they are happy with their grievances. Ordinary people are trembling and precarious. Even if they are not deliberately targeted, the fire at the city gate will bring disaster to the fish in the pond. Under the prey of the weak, the weak mortals are doomed to lose their qualifications to live and work .”

"The ruins and wreckage can be seen everywhere, and the bones are hideous. When the immortals cheered for their respective victories and regretted their respective failures, no one would care about how many mortals they killed directly or indirectly."

"They don't pay attention to mortals who have no spiritual power, and they are also other people's husband and wife, parents, children, brothers, and sisters."

"The screams of ants can't deter the perpetrators. Only the sword light can pierce the darkness!"

Nan Zhiyi clenched her fists tightly, the light in her eyes remained the same as before.The same is true for the rest of the disciples.

"The appearance of Huiyue Palace is to put a shackle on the reckless fairy gate, establish a rule, a rule under which ordinary people can live and work in peace under the influence of spiritual power."

"The priests and priests led us to build a barrier between the monks and the mortals, to isolate the swords and swords of the monks outside the barrier, so that the mortals inside the barrier can recuperate."

"We have never played with power or interfered in the internal affairs of the various immortal sects. We only established and maintained rules. Establishing the lives of all people and keeping the world peaceful is the wish of all Huiyue Palace people, including priests and priests!"

Yue has no time to sigh.The most difficult thing to establish in this world is the rules. The seemingly simple laws need to be defended with blood and faith. It is difficult and worthless.

The reason why the strong are strong is not because of killing, but because of compassion, compassion and protection for the weak, the way is ruthless and affectionate, such talents in Huiyue Palace are truly worthy of the word "immortal master" in the population of the previous world.

"Among our disciples, there are nobles, commoners, and homeless orphans. We all come from all corners of the country and speak local dialects, but there is one thing that we have the same original intention. We firmly believe that under the leadership of priests and priests, we will eventually be able to Realize our dream of world peace."

Yue Wuxia said solemnly: "But you failed. The reason why superiority is superior is to surpass. Xianmen does not allow such a Huiyue Palace to exist."

Li Zhao sighed: "Yes, we failed. Feng Ruoshui once asked us if we had any resentment towards the priest. At that time, we ignored her. Now, I can tell you, yes."

"Resentment, we were not able to go to the battlefield with the priest, the priest, and other senior brothers to fight bloody battles. Even more resentment, we failed to complete the mission assigned to us by the priest to protect the Huiyue Palace, our home."

"I hate it the most. When the priest was humiliated, we were not able to die with her! The priest must have felt that the whole world had betrayed her at the last moment... We missed the appointment, and we clearly agreed to welcome them home."

The faces of all the undead are full of pain and self-blame.They are not afraid of death, but not being able to die with their priests has become their greatest regret and the deepest pain of their souls, far surpassing all tortures.

But who knew, before their priests were escorted back to the capital, all the disciples staying in Huiyue Palace had already died in battle. Just like the priests guarding the border, these disciples had been guarding their home until their death.

According to the secret history of the royal family, the oldest among them was only 22 years old, and the youngest was 13 years old. All of them resisted with sharp swords in their hands until they died in battle, and no one surrendered.

Their mutilated corpses were buried in deep pits without paper money on tombstones, and their souls were suppressed in the Demon Suppressing Prison, where they suffered so much that they would never be reborn forever.

(End of this chapter)