The mausoleum is very spectacular, shaped like an underground palace.

No sunlight penetrates, only the luminous pearls emit a faint light.

Even though we were in Danfeng Mountain, we didn't feel the slightest bit of heat. Instead, we were greeted by cool air, which also blew the corners of the red-haired monk's robe.

Cross the Changyong of the Chonggong Palace.

Step into the main hall.

The formation exudes a deep light, and there is a suspended coffin in the center of the formation.

Far away from the coffin, at the end of the main hall, is a seat, with a person sitting vaguely on it.

"Master, this is..."

Zhou Yufeng saluted respectfully and said.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

He already knows.

After personally leading the master to arrive, Zhou Yufeng exited the hall safely and opened the formation to isolate the inside and outside.

Then, he stood at the door of the palace with his hands down and waited quietly. This made Tu Shanjun a little impressed. He thought Zhou Yufeng needed some advice from him before he would know what to do.

After all, such geniuses mostly focus on their own Taoism and practice, and rarely understand the difficulties of others.

Even if it flashes through my mind, I'm afraid it will be indifferent because of the pride of the nobles.

The silent red-haired monk approached the coffin and said softly: "I'm back."

It seemed that these words woke up the figure sitting far away, or the arrival of the monk made him instinctively get up and fly over. In a blink of an eye, the slightly illusory figure had already walked in front of Tushanjun.

It was Zhou Xinglie.

The Yin Shen's eyes were dull and he was relying on a fourth-grade magic day and moon flower for support.

"well."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh, grabbed the blood jade gourd from his waist, and sat down on the stairs.

I left without saying goodbye, but I didn't expect that when I came back, we would be separated forever. I think back then, in order to balance the power disputes at that time, I accepted Zhou Xinglie as a registered disciple. Later, Zhou Xinglie cultivated to Jindan and became a disciple.

At that time, the sect was founded, and everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized.

All affairs are handled appropriately.

Except for the fact that his cultivation level dissatisfied him, other things pleased Tushanjun very much.

Xingluohai never flinched in its battles in the north and south.

Whenever there is a war, one must take the lead.

Whether as his apprentice or a disciple of Taiyi Sect.

Zhou Xinglie is very good.

Tu Shanjun also knows that his talents are not enough to support him to go further.

Zhou Xinglie's death was also expected.

However, after what happened, he still felt melancholy in his heart, as if he had done something bad to keep the disciple he had solemnly accepted as his disciple after he entered the Taiyi Sect.

If he had not left the sect, he would have been able to protect him during the battle with the Kunpeng sect.

If he could have found Senior Yuyan earlier and learned about the ability of Jindan cultivators to overpower Yuanying, could Xinglie have been able to extend his life for eight hundred years. Even if there was no more deposits later, eight hundred years would indeed be a lot.

.

Tu Shanjun was silent.

Not a lot?

few.

Too few.

It's just day and night.

It's a pity that these eight hundred years have not lasted.

If Yin Shen still retains his sanity, Tu Shanjun will definitely dissuade Zhou Xinglie from reincarnating himself, even if the spiritual practice community generally believes that the reincarnated self is not himself but he is still 'alive'.

Seeing the current situation, he hesitated.

There is no peace in the underworld, and reincarnation may not be successful.

Maybe even the true spirit will be extinguished in the end.

At that time, there was no talk about living or not living.

I'm afraid I'll end up in a state of despair.

The body entering the soul banner, although it will never be reincarnated, can still be regarded as a destination.

As Senior Brother Taiyi said, he will always find another path for his disciples.

Although Taiyi did not explicitly state this path, the underlying meaning was very obvious, which was to put the treasure on Tushanjun and hope that thousands of great powers could be attributed to one person.

This trust and responsibility is so heavy that even a middle-term venerable would not dare to take it.

…

"How long?"

"Half a month has passed."

Zhou Yufeng held his hand.

"You've been waiting outside the door?"

"My son has indeed been guarding the door."

Fang Yingxue frowned and said, "You should persuade me, ancestor. You are the Great True Lord."

Zhou Yufeng shook his head slightly and said: "Mother, you don't have enough knowledge, so you don't know how powerful the ancestor is. Let alone the Great True Monarch Yuan Ying, I am afraid that even the Supreme True Monarch, or even the Venerable, will not be my opponent."

Fang Yingxue was shocked: "This...can't be done."

"Back then, my ancestor was truly at his peak."

"The attitude of Supreme Elder Zhonghao has said everything."

Zhou Yufeng continued: "For such a monk, the persuasion of others is useless. Besides, we are on opposite sides. We don't want our father to follow our ancestors, but our father hopes to continue to follow our ancestors."

"All choices are in the hands of the ancestors."

Of course Fang Yingxue knows this truth.

She is someone who has survived that era.

Perhaps the ancestor's cultivation at that time was not as strong as it is now, but the sense of oppression it brought was real.

Facing such monks, all they can do is wait.

However, if there was no chance of reincarnation and rebuilding, Fang Yingxue would not be so stubborn. She still hoped that Zhou Xinglie could come back.

…

Sitting dry for half a month.

Tushanjun stood up.

With a wave of his sleeves, his white palm opened, and a small flag with black, gold, and blood-red patterns appeared in his hand. It had a green face and a black bottom, and was edged with gold thread. It depicts hundreds of ghosts walking at night, thousands of troops, and clouds rolling and rolling.

Suddenly, the majestic general loomed in the fog. With a slight flicker, it turned into a soul flag about ten feet long.

The flags hang down like iron rolls.

The evil spirit seems to be crawling out of it.

Tu Shanjun clutched the Soul Flag: "My life has been full of ups and downs, and I can't even predict whether I will live or die. If I want to accomplish that thing, I'm afraid there will be a disaster."

Complex emotions flashed through the red-haired monk's eyes, and in the end he decided to resist it all silently.

"You want to come with me."

"Then we, master and disciple, let's go."

Holding the Zunhun flag with both hands, he waved it gently. The cloth of the flag, which was originally like an iron roll, seemed to turn into soft silk in an instant, shrouding the head of the Yin God in front of him.

Looking at the empty tomb in front of him, Tu Shanjun held on to the coffin.

it is more than words.

This was the first time that he took the initiative to accept the ghosts of his relatives and friends.

Of course it was the same for the disciples of Taiyi Sect in the past, but after all, they were separated by things and the difference was too far. At that time, Taiyi also killed first and then reported, making everything a foregone conclusion, and then informed Tushanjun after he woke up, so this rule was retained.

Let him take the initiative, this should be the first time.

Just like back then, Taiyi once said that Yu Long should be in charge of the soul flag, but Tu Shanjun strongly opposed it.

Yu Long was also a disciple of the sect and a true disciple of Taiyi. If such a monk followed the rules, he would definitely continue to contribute to the sect after his death. At that time, Tu Shanjun's opposition would hinder his disciple's future.
To be continued...