I had a dream. In the dream, I was holding a fox with eight tails. I walked a long, long road with her in my arms. It was dark all around and I couldn't see my fingers. The eight-tailed fox suffered a serious injury.

She was hurt and kept crying. She said she didn’t want to leave me and couldn’t bear to leave me.

I was crying too, and I said don't be afraid, I will definitely cure you, and we will never be separated again.

From day to night, from the sky full of stars to the sunset, it seems like thousands of years have passed.

Finally, I got tired of walking and fell to the ground, and the eight-tailed fox fell with me.

It suddenly got up, its body was trembling, bleeding all over its body, and big tears fell to the ground.

Then, the eight-tailed fox transformed into a peerless beauty, standing proudly. She stretched out her hand to touch my face and said, "Ms. sir, you must remember me. We will never see each other again. You must live well..."

The eight-tailed fox turned and left, opened her hands, and her eight tails were dancing. She looked up to the sky and shouted: "I will use my thousand years of strength to save my husband's life. Even if I go to the thunder pond, I will not regret it even if I die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder struck down from the sky one after another, all falling on the eight-tailed fox.

Her body instantly dissipated and turned into countless white light spots, like countless fireflies, lighting up the dark night.

"No!" I yelled and crawled towards her.

The countless white light spots drifted farther and farther away from me, and finally disappeared.

At this time, I had tears streaming down my face.

"He's crying... He's crying, the young master is awake!" A familiar voice echoed in my ears.

"Holy shit, I can cry even when I'm asleep. This is a technical job." The sloppy Taoist priest's voice also came over.

"Senior Li, come and take a look. Brother Wu Jie seems to be awake. His fingers are moving." Gu Haoran also said excitedly.

I heard footsteps and a man sat next to me.

Then a big hand touched my head and sighed: "Good disciple, you have suffered."

I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes.

In other words, I am escaping from reality.

The eight-tailed fox was gone, and I watched her soul disappear in front of me. I couldn't accept it, and I just wanted to sleep like this forever, never wanting to wake up again.

When I thought of the eight-tailed fox, I couldn't help but shed tears.

The master sighed again and said: "Wu Jie, master knows that you feel uncomfortable. We haven't seen you for almost a year. Don't you kid want to see master?"

"Wu Jie, can you stop pretending? The six calamities have passed. You survived. You should be happy. Why are you crying?" The sloppy Taoist slapped me in the face, just right.

My wound was so painful that I throbbed.

"Xiaojie, I have a piece of good news for you, master. The eight-tailed fox did not really lose its soul." The master said suddenly.

Hearing this, my heart trembled, I immediately opened my eyes, grabbed Master's arm, and sat up from the bed suddenly.

When I stood up, the pain was so painful that I almost fainted.

I was injured by a thunderbolt before, and there were wounds all over my body. This move was too big, and it was inevitable that the injured area would be pulled.

But I didn't care about this, and quickly looked at the master and said: "Old man, what you said is true and false, you didn't lie to me, right?"

The master blushed and said, "Young man, can you please stop being so surprised? There are wounds all over your body. Look, this wound is bleeding."

"Old man, don't change the subject. Tell me quickly, the eight-tailed fox is really not dead?" I asked again excitedly.

"Look, you really forget your duty. I taught a good disciple. When he saw the eight-tailed fox, he even forgot about his master. He hadn't seen him for more than a year, so he came up to ask about the eight-tailed fox.

"My master said with a resentful look on his face.

"You are not alive and well. Is there anything wrong? Of course I will ask the eight-tailed fox first." I looked at the master carefully. He was fine when he left, but when he came back, he looked sloppy again.

He was almost like a beggar. Suddenly I felt that he and the sloppy Taoist priest should be master and disciple. They were cut from the same mold.

Master glanced at me and then said: "Don't worry, the eight-tailed fox has not been completely destroyed. It's probably about the same. At the last moment, I gathered her scattered soul back together and put it in your consciousness."

She was re-nurtured in the sea, but her current condition is much weaker than when you were born, and you can't sense her most of the time. Maybe if there is a great opportunity in the future, she can slowly wake up."

"What is the great opportunity? When will she wake up?" I asked impatiently again.

"I don't know when I will wake up. In short, I helped you leave her soul. As for the great opportunity, it is the opportunity for the eight-tailed fox to be reborn from nirvana. It only depends on your luck."

Master said again.

I pondered for a while, and what I was thinking in my mind was that what you said was worth more than a word, and it seemed that what the master said was equal to what he didn’t say.

But he said that the soul of the eight-tailed fox is still there, so I can rest assured. As long as she doesn't die, there is still a chance for everything. At worst, if I wait another eighteen years, I don't believe I won't be able to see her.

Then, I looked at Master again and asked: "Master, why didn't you come earlier? If you had come earlier, the eight-tailed fox wouldn't be like this. Maybe you could save her."

There is quite a bit of resentment in saying this.

After hearing this, the master sighed again and said: "Actually, when you encountered the thunder disaster, the master was always there, watching you not far away."

I was stunned: "You are watching me being struck by lightning?!"

The master nodded and said in a deep voice: "The calamity of eighteen is very important. I can't help you as a teacher. Helping you is equivalent to harming you. It is equivalent to doing something against nature. Even if I help you get through this calamity as a teacher,

One calamity, when the next calamity comes, you will definitely die without any room for relaxation. If I hadn’t helped you block two calamities before becoming a teacher, you wouldn’t have suffered the current thunder calamity. At that time, you were young and couldn’t even

If you can't bear it, I will block it for you. Now that you are an adult, you must survive this calamity by yourself. The cycle of cause and effect is endless, and you cannot escape..."

At this point, the master looked a little sad and suddenly stopped talking.

I seem to be able to understand his difficulties.

In fact, the master must have been the saddest at that time. He saw with his own eyes that the life of the apprentice he had taught for eight years was hanging by a thread, but he was unable to save him.

It doesn't matter if you help me, it doesn't matter if you don't help me, God is also making things difficult for the old man in front of you.

The atmosphere became a little dull inexplicably, and I felt very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!