When the visitor stretched out his hand, a tea set appeared on the bluestone.

Two stone benches appeared from nowhere. When Watson saw them, he quickly stepped off the bluestone and gently wiped away the dust on the bluestone with his sleeves.

As the charcoal fire in the small stove slowly burned, the snow water in the kettle gradually melted.

Watson frowned tightly, because he was really confused.

The kind-faced old monk in front of him seemed to have appeared in his life before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

There was only one thing he could be sure of, that is, the old monk was definitely not the old man in the secret realm.

Because he couldn't feel a trace of murderous aura from the old monk's body.

Watson, who had just experienced the magic song and the phantom sound, understood that there could not be a magical figure like the old monk in the Kunlun secret realm, so he spoke.

"Senior, have we met before? Why can't I remember?"

The old monk reached out and put two pieces of spiritual tea into the pot, picked up the boiling snow water and poured it in. It was not until the two of them held the steaming spiritual tea that they sighed softly.

"In other words, this was originally the cause of your godfather's death back then, but the final result fell on you!"

The old monk said quietly: "Drink tea first."

Upon hearing this, Watson blew gently and took a sip of the spiritual tea in his hand. When a bitter taste swirled in his mouth...

Resisting the urge to spit it out, when he took another sip, the bitterness turned into a hint of sweetness.

A scene appeared in front of him.

In the school in the small town, Watson was asking for leave from his husband, because Ergou came to tell Watson that his mother had given birth to a younger brother for him and asked him to go home and have a look.

In the creek in the back mountain, Watson was catching fish with his eldest sister, because he promised her that he would catch some fish and go home and let Sister Hong fry them for her to eat.

In the backyard of the blacksmith shop, Watson was practicing archery because the blacksmith told him that his target was the little red heart on the wooden board ten feet away.

Outside his own shop, when his father and the blacksmith fell to the swords of the bandits, and when Watson breathed out a burst of divine fire, he saw a handsome young man walking from one end of the long street.

The young man touched his head and said, "You can call me godfather!"

"Godfather?" Watson murmured to himself: "You are the old monk, my father, mother, brother, and sisters. Why am I here?"

Like a bolt of lightning flashing across the horizon, Watson woke up from his sleep.

Holding the tea cup in his hand, a drop of tear fell into it with a "blop!" sound: "Why? Could it be that this is our previous life and that is my next life?"

The old monk smiled faintly when he heard this, then picked up the flowers and said: "What about the next life, what about this life? Aren't you still you? What's the difference?"

Shaking his head, the past and present life gradually emerged in Watson's sea of ​​​​spirits, giving him a bitter feeling in his heart that he could not describe.

It's like holding a piece of coptis in your mouth, but you can't spit it out or swallow it.

If Watson in the small town is regarded as the afterlife, then the afterlife will be a sweet aftertaste.

If the boy in Yunqi Temple is regarded as this life, then Watson in this life is really too miserable, too miserable.

Not to mention that my sister was trapped in the secret realm of Kunlun, even my parents had to travel far and wide to heal their disabled bodies, just to find a legendary elixir that was rare to find.

"Senior, I'm so miserable!" Watson, who was miserable, had to complain to the old monk.

The old monk shook his head, looked at him and said quietly: "Is it possible that he is suffering more than your godfather?"

Watson sighed and said, "My godfather has never told me about his life experience, but my parents in this life had to leave home to find the elixir because I was born with a disability."

"My sister came to Kunlun to explore, looking for a chance but unexpectedly fell into a secret realm...Senior, do you think I am suffering?"

Watson originally wanted to say that there was another magic circle under the abyss of Yunqi Temple that he needed to retrieve and repair, but he thought about it in his mind and finally did not say it out loud.

Whether it is good or bad, past life or this life, he needs to face it himself.

The old monk seemed to have read through all his thoughts. He added spiritual tea to his cup and said, "You are here because of a curse on Feixian Island in the South China Sea."

Watson felt a "buzz!" sound on his head, as if he had returned to the Yin Mountain and said those curse words to himself before slashing the killer of Feixian Island with his sword.

Is it possible that I really fell into an endless dream?

If it is a dream, why is it so real?

The old monk looked at him and shook his head, and said calmly: "How can a curse rune change the way your godfather stayed in your divine sea?"

Seeing Watson's confused expression, the old monk had to find out the whole story one by one.

It is true that Watson fell into a dream, but because of the old Taoist priest's methods, he was sent to another time and space, allowing him to return to a certain moment in his previous life.

The good thing is that during this trip, Watson not only tempered his practice, but also his state of mind was qualitatively sublimated like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

Back then, when he returned to the Five Realms Yin Mountain, he was afraid that his earth-shattering moment would come.

Then troublesome things came from this, because his arrival changed the cause and effect of another time and space.

For this reason, one day, after Watson solved the trouble in southern Xinjiang, he had to return to Yunqi Temple again to fulfill his agreement with the young monk.

Complete the relationship with the parents in the previous life and the cause and effect of the sister Hua Yu.

As a result, the Liu family in the Five Domains may not be able to see their son for many years, and Watson may even embark on a road of no return to heaven just like Yao Xiuyuan did back then.

What the old Taoist priest and he didn't expect was that whether it was Li Xiuyuan or Watson, these two completely different leaves gave them different surprises.

When Watson heard this, he couldn't help but murmured: "So, my master also took action this time?"

Lao Shang smiled: "If it weren't for the old Taoist priest's methods, the dream you returned to would have been in the abyss of hell. How could you be allowed to practice freely in the human world?"

Watson thought about the same reason. If he were to experience the scene in the Yinshan Snake Cave again, he would probably be worse off than dead, let alone a dream from hell.

"So, senior, are you taking me home?"

Watson thought that he had no way of leaving at this time. Not only was the little monk under the abyss still waiting for him, but there was no news about his sister, senior brother, or anyone else.

How can you just leave without completing your mission to enter the secret realm?

The old monk shook his head, looked into the distance and said quietly: "When you finish what you are doing, when you repair the magic circle under the abyss...the war in southern Xinjiang will start, and that will be the cause and effect of your life."

When he heard the old monk talking about the war in southern Xinjiang, Watson couldn't help but frown slightly.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Senior, are my younger brothers and sisters okay? Where is my godfather? Where are Uncle Xiaohei and the others?"

When he thought about the affairs in southern Xinjiang, Watson felt that he had no ability to divide himself into two different worlds, but they were all his relatives.

With everything in front of him, how should he choose?

Thinking about the repeated encounters over the years, and how close to death he was at the hands of the elders in Kunlun, Watson suddenly had an illusion that he had experienced for decades.

Especially the illusion brought about by the sound of the piano that I just experienced, I almost got lost in it.

He couldn't help but look at the old monk and said: "Senior, why didn't you show up earlier? I almost lost myself just now. If so, how could I go back?"

Watson was puzzled by the situation that he knew nothing about what was about to happen.

Suddenly he thought of a question, looked at the old monk and asked: "Senior, I have lived here for so long, and several years have passed in southern Xinjiang. Is it possible that this war has not started yet?"

The old monk shook his head and replied calmly: "Different times, different spaces, naturally the flow of time is different. Xiao Hei is still guarding you in your sleep on Yinshan Mountain."

"Your brothers and sisters are already prepared in Nanyun City. They will face a head-on battle with the Nanhai army at any time. I'm afraid your godfather will never go down to Tianshan again..."

The old monk spent a while and told Watson the current situation.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was indeed in a dream and didn't know the passage of time. Two different worlds turned out to be different times.

No wonder his godfather was able to travel across the heavens and return to the Five Realms and return to the small town to see him.

Thinking of his sister who was lost in the secret realm and the legendary meteorite, Watson couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He looked at the old monk eagerly and asked: "Senior, can you help me find my sister who is lost in this secret realm? Also, I need a meteorite to repair the magic circle. Where should I find it?"

Now that his old friend is here, Watson is not in a hurry.

With the old monk's ability, I am afraid that with a wave of his hand, he can solve these seemingly impossible troublesome things for him.

Unexpectedly, the old monk never thought of helping him. After taking a sip of the spiritual tea, the old monk smiled and said nothing.

It wasn't until Watson was anxious and about to speak again that he sighed softly.

He looked at Watson and said: "Since you are still in a dream, then the good and bad here are all your fate. You need to face and solve it yourself. I can't help you."

"Why?" Watson was a little confused.

"Why?" Lao Shang said with a smile: "You have to go back and ask your godfather about this. Even if he encounters big trouble, his master will not even frown, let alone solve it for him."

The Chinese was stunned when he heard this, and said speechlessly: "If it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself in everything, then why are we still looking for a powerful master?"

Lao Shang was stunned, looked at him angrily and scolded: "A teacher is like a father, even your godfather can only be a bright light on your path of cultivation, so that you will not get lost when you are confused."

"Just like the Buddhist scriptures in your divine sea, when you encounter the invasion of gods and demons, it can protect your divine sea from the invasion of demons and demons. Your master can only show you the way, but cannot practice for you."

The old monk sighed and said: "This secret realm is your test and your opportunity. If I take action, the opportunity here will no longer belong to you. Do you understand?"

When Watson heard this, he was speechless for a moment.

How could he not know this truth? Whether it was his master, the old monk with a white beard, or his uncle, or the young monk under the abyss, there was never anyone who could practice on his behalf.

From the time he conquered Wentian Peak to the time he went to practice swordsmanship in Bingfeng Gorge, his master and uncle only taught him some principles.

In the end, he has to do it himself.

Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but ask: "Senior, why is it that a geomantic treasure like Yunqi Temple and a dangerous peak like Wentian Peak are rarely able to see a hundred-year-old elixir?"

This was a question that had troubled him for a long time. He didn't ask his master about it, nor did he ask the little monk under the abyss.

When he saw the old monk today, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Unexpectedly, the old monk couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, and said leisurely: "In order to suppress the demons under the abyss, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth there was transformed into the power of the great formation."

"In this case, how can more spiritual energy be used to nourish more elixirs? Haven't you ever thought about this?"

Speaking of the things under the abyss of Wentian Peak, even the old monk showed a compassionate expression.
Chapter completed!