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Ink Painting and the black mist "young master" merely exchanged a glance.
Afterwards, the magnificent flower boat sailed into the dim night again, gradually disappearing without a trace.
Ink Painting’s gaze was deep. He silently remembered this pair of eyes in his heart, and then continued along the riverbank, stepping onto the road back to the sect.
From then on, the journey was safe and sound.
Half a day later, Ink Painting returned to the sect. He first reported to the attendance-managing Song Elder, explaining the original cause.
Beyond Ink Painting's expectation, the always unreasonable Song Elder had an unexpectedly good attitude, even with a bit of honor as if.
"This fish monster, I also dreamed of…"
"Entering a dream to chop a river demon, isn't this an immortal? Have you seen a true immortal?"
"I already have clues… I…"
Disciples wholeheartedly cultivate the Dao, Elders transmit Dao and teach skills.
On the map there are four characters noted:
"So young, already so powerful, then grown up, still okay…"
Misty clouds and smoke float in the mountains.
"Tai Shang casts a divine sword, Chong Xu derives sword qi, Tai Xu transforms sword intent…"
"The altar was destroyed."
Everyone's expression sighed, then suddenly all startled, "You don't have a wife, eh?"
Mister Tu's heart trembled, seemingly thinking of an ancient, vast, and no longer mentionable three paths merge sword method inheritance. His eyes hid terror.
On the altar, under the huge white bones, the dark green strange candlelight made his face appear even more like an evil ghost, ferocious and terrifying.
"This is natural…"
He felt the God Lord's mind force in the secret chamber become colder and more terrifying, but it wasn't blamed on himself. Only then did he slowly open his mouth and continue speaking:
"This matter is absolutely no coincidence!"
Old Mister Xun lowered his head and looked at the table.
"Even not just Tai Xu Sect…"
Speaking to here, suddenly someone had a serious face, and some, after fear, said: "I dreamed of something even more fearful…"
Even if one doesn't get protection, one seeks peace of heart.
Every sentence recited made Mister Tu more frightened. Reciting to the end, his entire body was even penetrated by sword intent, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he no longer dared to continue reciting.
He raised the blood fish, his faith was devoured more, and his divine sense was also weaker.
Outside the window, Tai Xu Mountain was as ancient and quiet as ever. Pavilions and towers were hidden between the lush mountains and forests.
Someone then said: "Uncle Yu, you can just pinch one randomly. As long as that matter exists, the mud sculpture is not its original appearance."
"Then it is not."
Heaven may have unforeseen weather.
Mister Tu's face was terribly gloomy.
Mister Tu finally devoutly knelt and worshipped in front of the huge, ferocious sheep horn white bone head image.
The river winds are strong, life and death are on a fine line.
"How can my Tai Xu Sect break the situation? How to scheme a line of vitality from the fierce situation where evil thoughts are everywhere…"
"Hundreds of years ago, it was a sword cultivator from Tai Xu Sect who killed into the river god temple. And today, hundreds of years later, the nightmare is broken, and the river god temple is completely destroyed. Its cause and effect will, in all likelihood, also fall upon… Tai Xu Sect!"
"Speaking of which, this should not be an immortal."
On the table, besides the heavenly machine compass, there was also a map and a jade slip.
"The God Lord's minions have also been netted…"
"Gu Changhuai and the Gu family are assisting the tyrant as minions."
Mister Tu prostrated himself on the ground, biting his teeth tightly, blood seeping between them.
Someone also couldn't help but ask, "Why is this little immortal so small, not growing up?"
"Plan to advance…"
"Who killed? You go kill?"
Old Mister Xun stared at the direction Ink Painting left, frowning, looking for a long time before collecting his thoughts.
"Damage insufficient and cause prosperity, indulge human desires and not guard the heart, the divine mind Dao is greatly declining."
And in the jade slip, the state boundary of Qian Xue was displayed, the four sects, eight gates, twelve flows, and the sect order of Qian Xue's hundred gates.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
After this person finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, his expression shocked.
A crowd of fishing cultivators suddenly enlightened and all nodded.
He had seen quite a few temples, enshrining stone carvings and mud sculptures of god images. At this time, they were just right for use, for reference to make one.
"This little immortal killed a fish monster once. We have already, for no reason, received his favor. For no reason, why would he kill again?"
"Yes."
Old Yu head thought for a bit, feeling it was also right.
"The river god adult who guards one side, and the undying, undying God Lord's incarnation, all…"
Old Mister Xun nodded, admonishing as usual, "Cultivate well, learn formations well, heart without distraction."
If not planned early, if not schemed in advance, the sect's survival crisis seems far in the horizon, but in a flash, it may become imminent.
"I feel that our previous nightmares and misfortunes in the past few days are mostly related to this blood-colored fish monster."
The days of the fishing cultivators in the small fishing village were thus better.
"Can find the entrance to the fishing village, can safely walk to the front of the river god temple, can open the altar to enter the God Lord's nightmare, can wipe out the countless demons in the nightmare, even can risk a great taboo…"
"Nonsense, how do you know it died?"
"Qian Long Mountain Range."
Everyone was chatting, when suddenly someone said mysteriously:
One person then hummed, speaking quite spiritedly and exaggeratedly:
"You have no eye fortune, you didn't see the end…"
Qian State, some forbidden grounds.
"Killed it…"
The matter of this child, Ink Painting, will be inquired about later when there is time.
"I saw it in my dream, personally…"
"Me too! Too scary, scared I didn't dare to say…"
"Dream? Understand? Dream! What's true in a dream?"
His four limbs also had a certain degree of distortion, bead-sized cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and his voice trembled.
These fishing cultivators, accustomed to this kind of worry and fear, almost instinctively, would still think of worshipping something, praying for blessings towards some existence in the dark.
"But the matter of the river god temple still holds cause and effect."
Only his eyebrows and eyes were vivid and lively, looking somewhat like Ink Painting.
"He wants to avenge the genius sword cultivator with the broken halberd and broken sword from that year!"
"And me, I was afraid of committing a taboo, disaster from my mouth, so I never dared to open my mouth…"
Old Yu head thought it over and felt it was more appropriate.
"My boat was flipped by waves, several water demons competed to eat me, it still hurts to think about it now…"
That person continued: "You think, usually not burning incense, temporarily holding Buddha's foot, this definitely won't work. That little immortal also can't protect us like this for no reason."
"Makes sense…"
"Then where did this little immortal go?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, "He chopped the river monster and then disappeared without a trace. Immortals come without a shadow and go without a trace. Where would we know where he went?"
"That is not."
Heaven may have unforeseen weather.
Mister Tu's face was terribly gloomy.
Mister Tu finally devoutly knelt and worshipped in front of the huge, ferocious sheep horn white bone head image.
The river winds are strong, life and death are on a fine line.
"How can my Tai Xu Sect break the situation? How to scheme a line of vitality from the fierce situation where evil thoughts are everywhere…"
"Hundreds of years ago, it was a sword cultivator from Tai Xu Sect who killed into the river god temple. And today, hundreds of years later, the nightmare is broken, and the river god temple is completely destroyed. Its cause and effect will, in all likelihood, also fall upon… Tai Xu Sect!"
"Speaking of which, this should not be an immortal."
On the table, besides the heavenly machine compass, there was also a map and a jade slip.
"The God Lord's minions have also been netted…"
"Gu Changhuai and the Gu family are assisting the tyrant as minions."
Mister Tu prostrated himself on the ground, biting his teeth tightly, blood seeping between them.
Someone also couldn't help but ask, "Why is this little immortal so small, not growing up?"
"Plan to advance…"
"Who killed? You go kill?"
Old Mister Xun stared at the direction Ink Painting left, frowning, looking for a long time before collecting his thoughts.
"Damage insufficient and cause prosperity, indulge human desires and not guard the heart, the divine mind Dao is greatly declining."
And in the jade slip, the state boundary of Qian Xue was displayed, the four sects, eight gates, twelve flows, and the sect order of Qian Xue's hundred gates.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
After this person finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, his expression shocked.
A crowd of fishing cultivators suddenly enlightened and all nodded.
He had seen quite a few temples, enshrining stone carvings and mud sculptures of god images. At this time, they were just right for use, for reference to make one.
"This little immortal killed a fish monster once. We have already, for no reason, received his favor. For no reason, why would he kill again?"
"Yes."
Old Yu head thought for a bit, feeling it was also right.
"The river god adult who guards one side, and the undying, undying God Lord's incarnation, all…"
Old Mister Xun nodded, admonishing as usual, "Cultivate well, learn formations well, heart without distraction."
If not planned early, if not schemed in advance, the sect's survival crisis seems far in the horizon, but in a flash, it may become imminent.
"I feel that our previous nightmares and misfortunes in the past few days are mostly related to this blood-colored fish monster."
The days of the fishing cultivators in the small fishing village were thus better.
"Can find the entrance to the fishing village, can safely walk to the front of the river god temple, can open the altar to enter the God Lord's nightmare, can wipe out the countless demons in the nightmare, even can risk a great taboo…"
"Nonsense, how do you know it died?"
"Qian Long Mountain Range."
Everyone was chatting, when suddenly someone said mysteriously:
One person then hummed, speaking quite spiritedly and exaggeratedly:
"You have no eye fortune, you didn't see the end…"
Qian State, some forbidden grounds.
"Killed it…"
The matter of this child, Ink Painting, will be inquired about later when there is time.
"I saw it in my dream, personally…"
"Me too! Too scary, scared I didn't dare to say…"
"Dream? Understand? Dream! What's true in a dream?"
His four limbs also had a certain degree of distortion, bead-sized cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and his voice trembled.
These fishing cultivators, accustomed to this kind of worry and fear, almost instinctively, would still think of worshipping something, praying for blessings towards some existence in the dark.
"But the matter of the river god temple still holds cause and effect."
Only his eyebrows and eyes were vivid and lively, looking somewhat like Ink Painting.
"He wants to avenge the genius sword cultivator with the broken halberd and broken sword from that year!"
"And me, I was afraid of committing a taboo, disaster from my mouth, so I never dared to open my mouth…"
Old Yu head thought it over and felt it was more appropriate.
"My boat was flipped by waves, several water demons competed to eat me, it still hurts to think about it now…"
That person continued: "You think, usually not burning incense, temporarily holding Buddha's foot, this definitely won't work. That little immortal also can't protect us like this for no reason."
"Makes sense…"
"Then where did this little immortal go?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, "He chopped the river monster and then disappeared without a trace. Immortals come without a shadow and go without a trace. Where would we know where he went?"
"That is not."
Ink Painting understood clearly. Song Elder was definitely being so tolerant towards him because of Old Mister Xun.
When he was young, he had also traveled, more or less seeing some of the world.
After bidding farewell to Song Elder, Ink Painting went again to pay respects to Old Mister Xun.
"This little immortal pressed the fish monster's head onto the platform. With a raised hand and sword falling, gold light flashed. With just one sword, he chopped off that fish monster's head, ending its life!"
Old Mister Xun looked at the long-inherited, grand sect of Tai Xu Sect. His eyebrows furrowed even tighter, his aged face solemn as a mountain.
"Thus, it conforms to cause and effect."
Several days later, in the small fishing village.
Ink Painting was somewhat puzzled, but seeing that Old Mister Xun seemed busy with important matters, not convenient to disturb, he respectfully said:
"Old mister, disciple takes leave."
Again handsome, again kind, with bright eyes, a gentle temperament, revealing extraordinary immortal aura, and some hatred for evil.
Mister Tu coughed up blood, unable to speak.
"Divine power is vast!"
Someone sighed: "Me too, I dreamed of my wife, who I married with great difficulty by selling everything, being robbed away…"
"But suppose we worship every day, provide him with incense, and when demons and ghosts invade again, he takes our place to swing this sword and eliminate evil spirits, wouldn't that be reasonable?"
"The blood-colored fishing village, no one knows who dug three feet into the ground and thoroughly turned it over once…"
But secretly, undercurrents are already surging.
"The God Lord's incarnation disappeared."
"What happened?"
That fishing cultivator said unhappily:
After Ink Painting and several others left, people from the Dao Court Division came on a trip and did some aftermath work. All objects related to the evil god were destroyed according to Ink Painting's instructions.
Gu Changhuai opened a special case and had all the cultivators in the small fishing village registered for cultivation, affiliated with a nearby second-grade immortal city.
"I dreamed I was starving to death, and I was even hungrier when I woke up…"
"You say, if this fish monster comes again, what should we do?"
It seems Ink Painting's request for leave was very good, very respectful.
"Only Tai Xu Sect retains some legacy of the divine mind sword Dao."
After the mud sculpture was made, it was offered in the small temple.
"Qian State's heavenly machine technique is declining, the God Dao array is extinct. Some old things are either blinded by the heart of fame and fortune, or wisely preserve themselves…"
This compass can see the cause and effect of past dust.
That person shook his head, "Didn't see…"
Seeing everyone look towards him, he swallowed his saliva, his gaze panicked. Obviously, even now, he still has lingering fear:
"I dreamed of a big fish monster, its head as big as a temple, its fish whiskers as thick as trees, its fangs white and dense, its body covered in blood, looking very terrifying, eating people everywhere. I was almost eaten by it…"
"The river god adult disappeared…"
"Full of gold light, couldn't see clearly…" someone said.
"I saw…"
Old Mister Xun's heart already had a faint sense of crisis.
"Blood and flesh stairs are already paved; evil offspring straw dogs are being raised; the God Lord's great plan is irreversible; the God Lord's descent is imminent…"
Among the elders, Old Mister Xun didn't know what he was busy with. His expression was solemn. Seeing Ink Painting, he only asked a few simple questions. But because he was busy, he didn't say much, only looking at Ink Painting with a slightly deep gaze, revealing an expression of contemplation.
A wave of terrifying divine punishment descended upon his body. Inside the secret chamber, it was filled with terrifying, violent evil thoughts.
"Also…"
"Now hundreds of years have passed, the river god temple is discovered again. But this time is different from the initial time. This person acts hidden, with meticulous means, without anyone noticing, without leaking a single bit of wind. Moreover, their divine mind power is terrifyingly powerful, and their divine mind killing methods are very cruel…"
Mister Tu's eyes flashed with a trace of cold light.
Mister Tu's eyes showed apprehension, "...Only a little difference, then it would extinguish the God Lord's incarnation's embryo, destroy the river god temple altar, and make my hundred years of effort fall short."
"Seek God Lord's… forgiveness…"
"I definitely won't…"
But his craftsmanship was not good, only five or six points similar.
The current urgent matter…
The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village will all come to this small immortal temple, burn an incense, and worship this little immortal holding a gold sword.
In the curling incense smoke, the fishing cultivators did not notice a weak, small silver fish slowly swimming into the small immortal temple, hiding behind the majestic little immortal image, rubbing Ink Painting's incense, bit by bit, recuperating its divine mind body.
(End of this chapter)
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