Chapter 687 Jade Statue

Tu Shanjun seemed to have known that Wu Rong would come for a long time. He did not look surprised at all, and still had a calm face.

He walked very slowly.

Walk through the long steps.

Arranging the contents of the storage ring.

The broken Taoist dragon beads and true dragon reverse scales were left to Wu Rong.

The Yinhun pills, spirit stones and treasures accumulated over the years were also given to them, as well as the refined gold-forming pills and the found infant-forming spiritual objects.

The baby spirit object should be left to Zhou Xinglie in case of emergency needs, so as not to use it when it should be used.

He didn't want to touch the sect's heritage. Apart from the evil spirit, the soul flags didn't need any other resources to supplement them. He had to leave some for these disciples and descendants.

Although there are indeed distant relatives, Tushanjun is the ancestor of the sect after all, and he can still treat everyone equally on major issues of right and wrong.

Wu Rong looked at the tall Tushanjun in the distance.

In his eyes, Master has always been majestic and tall, and now is no exception.

Sometimes even a moment of frustration is fleeting. Because of this, it is overlooked that Master Tushanjun is a passionate person, but Master is more reserved and will not show it easily.

He doesn't think there is any problem with his identity.

The master is the master, no matter he is a human or a ghost, a monk or a spirit.

He has no control over what is true or false.

In his opinion, everything is due to his lack of strength.

If he, Wu Rong, had strong strength, if he had already become the Reverend God Transformation and helped his master kill Chui Yun, then everything would no longer be a problem.

If he wanted to find out the truth at first, after knowing the truth, Wu Rong hoped to go back to the past. Sometimes the truth is cruel.

He didn't know how determined a person could be to embark on this road so calmly.

Staring at the master's back.

I want to see it for real.

Wu Rong froze on the spot and opened his mouth.

I wanted to ask a question or explain something.

Or he might express his dissatisfaction with the master and curse him angrily.

In the end, he only uttered one sentence.

"Master, I will go with you."

"Walk?"

"where to?"

"Of course I will go wherever you go."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly, showed a relieved smile, and said lightly: "Everyone has his own path. If I had not abided by the agreement with your uncle, I might not have stayed in Xingluo Sea for so many years."

"It just so happens that now that Taiyi Sect has someone in charge, it's time for me to leave for Donghuang. I haven't seen him for so many years, so I have to go and see him, otherwise I won't be at ease."

Wu Rong said: "Then I should go with you."

"Your senior brother is not talented enough and may not be able to become a Yuanying monk in this life. Since I leave, you should stay."

Tu Shanjun pondered, with a complicated look in his eyes: "I'm going to be a teacher..."

The master did not continue, but Wu Rong knew what the master was talking about.

If he cannot continue to climb this distinction, he and his senior brother will become withered bones on the path to immortality when their lives are about to end.

Zhou Xinglie obviously knew his qualifications.

That's why he begged Wu Rong to steal the soul flag after his death.

That’s what spiritual practice is.

Spiritual roots are not the only criterion. Every step after becoming a real Jindan requires understanding the Tao and getting close to the Tao.

If you want to continue to improve your cultivation, you cannot rely solely on spiritual roots, elixirs, and treasures from heaven and earth. You also need chance, luck, and talent. Without the talent of enlightenment, no matter how hard you work, you will not be able to become famous in the end.

Unless there is something extraordinary that a powerful person sees and can be inherited by the other party, that is only if the road traveled by the powerful person is smooth, and you still need to walk it yourself in the future.

Tu Shanjun took off a storage ring, threw it to Wu Rong and said: "It contains all the Taoism and Dharma inheritance, as well as some elixirs, spiritual stones and treasure weapons. When your senior brother comes back, you two brothers will divide it up. If there is a chance,

I will take care of your senior brother to form a Nascent Soul, so I can rest assured."

Wu Rong caught the ring and stood still.

He opened the bag on his waist and took out a cultivator at the peak of the golden elixir. He cupped his hands and said, "It's a long way to go. If the master doesn't have the magic power by his side, he won't be able to reach it. I took it upon myself to catch two demonic cultivators."

Tu Shanjun looked at the demon cultivator whose mind had completely disappeared for a long time.

He looked at Wu Rong again and hesitated to speak.

He only said one sentence: "That's fine."

"You are a hero by any means necessary, but you are a true hero by not changing your original intention. On the road of pursuit, never forget your original intention."

"Disciple, I have written it down."

Seeing the master and apprentice say goodbye.

The demon who was following him let out a sigh of relief.

I can't help but sigh that Wu Rong is still a good boy.

If there is no backup for Tushanjun, it will be the one who suffers when there is no mana on the road.

It doesn't want to be trained by the old devil into a slave of the Soul Flag.

…

Until Wu Rong returns.

Tu Shanjun said: "It's time to go."

"Why, are you still reluctant to give up?"

As he spoke, he looked at the devil who turned around three times, as if he discovered for the first time that the devil actually had such a family-loving side.

The demon shook his head like a rattle in horror, pointed to the distance, and said tremblingly: "Old... Master, look, look..."

In front of the mountain gate.

Tu Shanjun suddenly looked back.

A jade statue was standing in the distance, watching him quietly.

The specific appearance of the jade statue could not be clearly seen, and it was not clear whether it was a man or a woman. The hazy mist obscured its face, but Tushanjun stopped in horror.

He clearly felt a gaze, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him under the mist.

"Portrait of the Patriarch?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly.

When he wanted to take a closer look, the jade statue in the distance had disappeared.

The devil trembled with fear: "Master, we have hit a ghost."

"Nonsense, sir, I am a ghost!" Tu Shanjun rolled up his kick and kicked the devil aside.

When the lines on the top corner light up, you need to open the Dharma Eye.

He didn't believe that it was just an illusion. The statue of the Patriarch must have some kind of miraculous power, or it might have given him some guidance. At any rate, he, Tushanjun, had also worshiped the Patriarch.

"The realm of ignorance."

"Open my eyes."

The lines converge at the center of the eyebrows, and a divine light bursts out from the eyes.

The sky and the earth suddenly light up.

A white jade stone statue suddenly appeared in the distance where there was nothing a moment ago. Under the divine light, the stone statue was walking slowly across the steps, but it only took a few steps to appear in front of Tushan Jun.

The jade statue slightly raised its arms and hung them in front of Tushanjun's forehead.

now.

The world is silent.

The clouds above Qingming stood still, the flowers, birds, fish, insects, and animals were frozen in place. The hustle and bustle in the sect seemed to have stopped suddenly, as if someone had cut off Tushanjun and the entire world in an instant, removing him from this world.

separated from heaven and earth.

So he was the only one left.

Tushanjun stood where he was.

He felt no murderous hostility from the jade statue, not even the most basic spiritual aura, as if the jade statue in front of him did not exist at all.

Just a little bit.
To be continued...