I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 39

It's night, the moon and stars are rare...

On the cold mountain path, there was a man climbing the steps on crutches.

The man was wearing a black robe, with a half-withered and half-glorious wooden mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep and dark eyes that seemed to be breathtaking...

The man was lame, and his right leg seemed a little stiff when he went up the stairs, and he had to rely on crutches to stabilize his figure.

What's even more weird is that these disabled people move extremely quickly on the rugged mountain road, like walking on flat ground, like a black shadow passing by.

The man in black leaned on crutches, stopped in front of the gate of Taixu Temple, looked up at the three characters 'Taixu Temple' on the plaque of the gate, and there seemed to be different emotions brewing in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, I'm back again..."

The black-robed man sighed with a smile, and murmured nostalgicly: "Old man, you said that we have been separated from each other for decades. I don't know what tricks you have? You old man wants to die and you have to pull me away." , now that I've come out, you've turned into a puddle of ashes, why bother?"

As he said that, he changed the subject, and muttered in a strange way: "Because my conscience is still there and I can't let go~Because Junior Sister Zizhen is still looking at me~Because I can't pass the test in my heart~"

"Hehehe~hahahaha~"

The black-robed man was also amused by his eccentric performance, his smile was ironic and crazy, and there was a hint of embarrassing hatred...

How can he not hate?

Originally, luck was added to the body, and the two disciples, one was deeply blessed, and the other was born as a fairy. With the method, it can even be said that the Dao is right in front of you!

But Zhang Yangming, in front of Ning Zizhen, looked like a mouse that had only seen the light, showing all his ugliness, not only letting the opportunity miss, but also stabbed him in the back, trying to drag him to die with him.

Fortunately, he cut off his tail to survive, and escaped from Zhang Yangming's body at the cost of abandoning the pinned leg, otherwise he would really have died in that fire...

After drifting away for many days, he bewitched a person with a celestial fate, took him away, and was reborn with a brand new attitude!
But even with a physical body, he still can't feel the existence of that leg, he can sense it in the dark, a part of his body is still in Taixu Guan, still in that sword!

Therefore, he didn't care that his physical body hadn't adjusted well yet, and Xingye returned to the Taixu Temple, thinking of adding the discarded leg to make up his residual body!
Without Zhang Yangming's bondage, he only felt that he was freer and more pure. As long as he continued to be disabled, the sky would be high and the earth would be wide, and he would not let himself roam! ?
What kind of bullshit love and family affection, what bullshit human nature and demonic nature, how can there be the freedom of going to immortality and immortality?

"Give you a chance, you are useless..."

The man in black smiled quite complacently, and said: "Old man, if you have a spirit in the sky, let's watch how I embark on the journey of immortality and longevity!"

After all, he stepped into the Taixu Temple with his hands behind his back, that black robe was like a demon walking out of the boundless night...

On the big banyan tree.

The two little larks were chirping and chattering, and suddenly they hooked their heads and looked into the distance, as if sensing something terrifying, they flapped their wings and flew away in fright.

In the prayer pool.

The little turtle also seemed to have sensed something, stretched out its head, and looked at a shadow inexplicably. When it saw a man in a black robe wearing a Kurong mask walking into the Taixu Temple, it showed a touch of human stunned .

In the backyard room…

Zhang Xiuyuan, who was resting, suddenly opened his eyes, frowning and thinking about who would come to Taixu Guan in the middle of the night?And with a mask on?

Just when he was puzzled, the Dust Shadow Sword on the table trembled slightly, and the original blue-gray sword seemed to reveal faint blood lines...

This……

The man in black was leaning on a cane, and was a little stunned to see that the original Hall of Mental Cultivation had been cleaned without leaving any traces.

He escaped from that fire, knowing that the Hall of Mental Cultivation must have been burnt out in that fire, and the two disciples and Ning Zizhen had already left before, who cleaned the remains of the Hall of Mental Cultivation of?

Could it be that Ning Zi came to Taixu Guan again after the real incident?
Or is it that the emptiness has already been taken over by others?
He walked to the original quiet room, squatted down and reached out to touch the bluestone bricks on the ground. He could vaguely see some scorched marks on the bluestone bricks, and there was a finger-length sword mark on one of the bluestone bricks...

When he saw the sword mark on the ground, he was moved by the scene, his hands trembled slightly, and a little bit of fear and embarrassment emerged in his heart.

After all, he was nailed here by the Dust Shadow Sword with the soul-suppressing talisman painted on it, and he almost died in the sea of ​​flames with that old man!

"Where is the Dust Shadow Sword?"

His eyes were slightly concentrated, and his fingers lightly stroked the sword mark on the bluestone brick. After a few months, he seemed to still feel the sharpness and determination of Zhang Yangming's sword stabbing back then.

'The old man has a lot of resentment towards me, it is not an exaggeration to say that he spent his whole life's efforts and resentment on that sword, who can pull it away? '

Just as he was thinking about where the Dust Shadow Sword was going, he suddenly felt something, straightened up, and looked behind him...

Suddenly found that Zhang Xiuyuan was standing not far away holding the Dust Shadow Sword.

At this moment, Zhang Xiuyuan was looking at the Dust Shadow Sword in his hand with his brows tightly furrowed, and saw that it was trembling eagerly, with bloody lines appearing faintly on the sword, as if he was urging himself to kill the black-robed man in front of him, which was also a little puzzling...

Seeing the man in black looking at him, he followed suit.

For some reason, he felt a certain sense of familiar strangeness in that black-robed man, or was it a strange sense of familiarity?

Who is this person?Why does it look familiar but unfamiliar?Why is there a vision on the Dust Shadow Sword?Why did Dust Shadow Sword urge himself to kill this person?

At this time, the man in black looked at Zhang Xiuyuan, and also had a similar feeling.

Because he knew that his disciple hadn't cultivated in these years, but after only a few months, his body was full of vigor, which was obviously a sign of successful cultivation!

He knew that his disciple was destined to be a fairy, and his destiny was profound, but no matter how profound his destiny was, he couldn't have cultivated to such a level in just a few months, right?
Furthermore, wasn't he brought by Ning Zizhen to practice in Baiyun Temple?Why are you still so delusional?Why is the Dust Shadow Sword still in his hand?
Is he... still Zhang Xiuyuan?
At this moment, the master and apprentice who had been together for 18 years reunited again with different identities. There were countless doubts in their hearts, and they no longer knew each other...

The eighth generation master of Taixu Temple, Zhang Xiuyuan's master, has now become "Magic Mind Zhang Yangming";
The ninth generation disciple of Taixu Temple, the disciple of Zhang Yangming, has now become the ninth generation master of Taixu Temple.

Zhang Yangming's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth under the mask curved strangely, and he asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"Who is the poor man?"

Zhang Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard the words, and said: "Your Excellency broke into the gate of the Taixu Temple at night, and the poor Taoist is the master of the temple here, before you ask who you are, you first ask who the poor Taoist is?"

"The spectator here?"

Zhang Yangming seemed a little distracted when he heard the words, and when he came back to his senses, he sneered and said, "As far as I know, the master of this generation of Taixu Temple should be called Zhang Yangming. Could it be that you are Zhang Yangming?"

"Zhang Yangming is the tutor..."

Seeing that he knew the master, Zhang Xiuyuan patiently explained: "Now that the master has passed away, Pindao, as the ninth generation disciple of Taixu Temple, is also the only second disciple under the family teacher's sect, and has inherited the Taoism of Taixu Temple."

"That's it~"

Zhang Yangming nodded his head pretending to be stunned when he heard the words, and said jokingly: "In this way, you are the ninth generation master of this Taixu Temple?"

"good."

Zhang Xiuyuan asked: "Who is your Excellency?"

"It doesn't matter who I am..."

Zhang Yangming sneered and said: "You just need to know that your master Zhang Yangming owed me something before he was alive, and I came here this time to get back that thing."

"what?"

"The Dust Shadow Sword in your hand!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)