The corpse of Qinghe was buried, and the general told Wudao about the purpose of this trip.

After staring at Feng Zhaohara for a long time, Wudao said in a deep voice: "You are probably the first human to practice magic from ancient times to the present. According to common sense, you should be able to attack your evil spirit and slowly lose your human nature. But you are still alive and even entered the secret Tao. It is really a strange thing."

The general whispered: "The Thousand-year White Fox and Terahara have formed a deep friendship and will not harm him."

Wudao nodded and said to Fengzhaohara: "Let me see your demon fire lotus."

The chakras in the Fengzhaoyuan body rubbed, spewing out demonic fire, and the six-colored lotus flowers filled the light, making the dim stone cave shine brightly.

Wudao was surprised: "Lotus is a sacred object of the Taoist sect. How could it be integrated with the demon fire? Child, are you willing to open your three-life memory and let me take a closer look at your origin?"

The general said in surprise: "Open the memories of the three lives? Is Zhaoyuan's previous life related to our Taoist sect?"

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly shook all over, but he knew in his heart that the thousand-year-old white fox in his body was trembling violently, as if there was a turbulent change in its heart.

"Child, are you willing?"

Feng Zhaoyuan heard Wudao asking.

"Yes I do."

After a long time, he heard his answer, as if it was not the sound he made, but the words said by another person, a self in his previous life.

To the west of Kunlun, beautiful jade is abundant.

Wudao led everyone to the valley to the west.

"The Three Lives Stone is hidden at the bottom of the valley."

Wudao stretched out his hand and pointed in the air. A lightning suddenly burst out of the sky and hit the valley. A crack came from the depths of the earth veins, and the entire valley trembled violently, and a deep gap was cracked on the ground.

A dark huge stone appeared in the gap. The stone was plain, rough and ugly. The emperor said in confusion: "Is this the legendary Three Lives Stone?"

Wudao's palm gently stroked the stone, and extremely thin cracks were like spider webs, piercing through the entire stone. The stones cracked, and a crystal clear, round and smooth small stone jumped out. It seemed to have vitality, and as soon as it jumped out, it desperately drilled underground, as if it was about to escape. Wudao stretched out his finger, and the Three Lives Stone suddenly became stiff and motionless.

Huozawa stared at Sansheng Stone in surprise: "Can it really remind people of their past lives?"

Wudao nodded: "See your blood into this Three Lives Stone."

Feng Zhaoyuan cut his finger, and a drop of red blood dripped into the Three Lives Stone. The transparent stone immediately shot out a brilliant color, and blood-red chakras appeared inside the stone. Feng Zhaoyuan stared at the Three Lives Stone, and only heard Wudao's loud shout in his ears: "The fighters are all in front of the battle!"

With a "buzz" sound, the surroundings were spinning and dark.

Feng Zhaoyuan could not see anything. He came to a completely unfamiliar place, and it was quiet around him. He seemed to be walking in a dark corridor, alone, walking forward blindly.

In front of him, there were closed doors. He walked over, pushed open the door, and continued to walk forward. He didn't know how long he had walked, but he passed through countless doors. In a trance, a light suddenly flashed in front of him. A door was automatically opened, and a faint light came faintly through the crack of the door.

He walked over slowly, "boom", his back seemed to be pushed hard by someone, and he rushed out of the door.

There was a dazzling light in front of me.

The sky is as blue as transparent crystal. The autumn wind passes through the green pines and cypresses. The mottled sunlight shines among the dead grass. An ancient tomb is white. The handwriting on the tombstone is eroded by wind and rain.

Feng Zhao was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a Taoist bun. She looked like a teenager. He walked to the grave and patted the tombstone with a smile: "Little fox, it's me, come out quickly!"

A fox with snow-white fur came out of the grave, his blood-red eyes rolled, and his pointed mouth spoke: "Little stinky bull's nose is here to make trouble for me again."

"I'm looking for you to play with, and the Taoist temple is very boring."

Feng Zhaoyuan Tianzhen's face was full of smiles.

"Hmph, don't think you can just save me."

The white fox shouted in an old mood.

Feng Zhaohara pouted and said aggrievedly: "I'm just looking for you to play with. I don't have friends and no one can accompany me."

"I am a monster and want to eat people. Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, because you are my good partner."

Feng Zhaoyuan picked up the white fox and touched its soft and thin hair intimately. The white fox raised his head impatiently, but still let Feng Zhaoyuan hold it in his arms.

"Where is your master's old bull's nose? He hurt me last time, but I haven't asked him for revenge yet!"

The white fox showed his snow-white and sharp teeth fiercely.

"Shh!"

Fengzhaohara raised her fingers and pressed her lips, and looked around carefully: "Master is taking a nap in the Taoist temple. Don't yell. Master is very good at Taoism. If he knows that you are hiding here, he will definitely come to catch monsters. Then I will not be able to help you escape like last time."

"I don't want to do it."

The white fox shook his head and said, the afternoon sun was warm, and the plants and trees were emitting a burst of fragrance. The boys in Taoism and the white fox were playing and chasing by the ancient tomb.

"Can people and monsters really be friends?"

"We are already good partners."

The Taoist boy's dark eyes were shining.

The clear Three Lives Stone statue is a mirror that reflects everything, Wudao, Zun, Zhazha, and Shi Muxia sit around in front of the Three Lives Stone, focusing on it. Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes are dazed, obviously losing his mind, sleepwalking in the memories of his previous life.

"It turns out that Zhaoyuan's previous life was a Taoist sect, and he also had a long-standing relationship with the Thousand-year-old white fox."

The emperor was surprised and honest.

Shi Muxia whispered: "That monster is possessed in Zhaohara's body."

Wudao waved his hand and everyone continued to look at the Three Lives Stone.

The scene changes, the sky is covered with dark clouds and the demonic wind is terrifying. A monster with a human head and an eagle flew down and was fighting fiercely with the white fox.

“Mirepala!”

Zaza and Zun shouted in unison.

The white fox screamed in a mournful voice, and was chased by Miribala and fled everywhere. The blood stained its snow-white fur red. It shrank into the grass, staring at the huge shadow pounced from the sky with fear.

"Empty as the law!"

A clear voice suddenly came out. Feng Zhaoyuan, wearing a Taoist robe, raised the peach wood sword, and held a yellow talisman paper at the tip of the sword, and shot rapidly at Miribala.

Miribala screamed strangely and avoided it. Just as she was about to pounce again, she suddenly showed a look of horror on her face. She quickly shook her wings and flew away.

The white fox fell in a pool of blood, dying. It was no longer possible, but it could survive with just a little blood, just a little blood. It was picked up by Feng Zhaoyuan, with blood-red eyes staring at Feng Zhaoyuan's chest tightly.

Just a little blood, just a little.

"Little fox, what's wrong with you?"

Fengzhaohara cried and cried.

The snow-white, sharp teeth bit his chest in one bite, and blood flowed out, flowing into the weak internal organs of the white fox.

With a "bang", the peach wood sword in his hand fell to the ground. Feng Zhaoyuan covered his chest with pain and stared at the white fox in surprise, surprised, sad, and painful. The young man's eyes bit the white fox's heart like a poisonous snake.

"evil creature!"

An old Taoist priest fell from the sky, his snow-white beard shook angrily, and his sharp sword balls spurted out from his mouth, turning into a dragon, slashing at the white fox fiercely.

"Master, don't!"

Feng Zhaoyuan hugged the old Taoist's feet tightly, and tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes: "Master, don't kill it, it's my good partner."

“It’s my good partner.”

The memories of the previous life were like the tide rushing, instantly filled Feng Zhaoyuan's mind. In the corner of the heart, the thousand-year-old white fox was crying and silently looking at him.

"So, you are really that Taoist boy."

"You seem to be old compared to a thousand years ago."

Feng Zhaohara smiled with tears in her eyes.

"You have changed, and I can't even recognize you."

"Yes, a lot of things have changed compared to a thousand years ago."

For a thousand years, the world has changed and the human world has changed. The ancient tombs of the past have long disappeared, and the Taoist temples of the past have also become ruins.

A thousand years have left only this past.

The white fox sealed in the scroll by the old Taoist, a thousand years later, was resurrected because of Feng Zhaoyuan's blood and attached to his body, just saving his life, and guiding him step by step towards the eternal way of heaven.

Who can explain the grudges and entanglements in it?

"sorry."

The thousand-year-old white fox said tremblingly: "Maybe this sentence is too late."

"But, good buddy, we are together again. This has not changed a thousand years later."

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled and slowly opened her eyes. The transparent Sansheng Petroleum turned into coke and shattered to the ground.

"It turns out that your previous life was a person from the Taoist sect. The Taoist womb followed you to the present, so your demon fire took the shape of a lotus."

Wudao stared at Feng Zhaoyuan and murmured.

Fengzhaohara sighed: "Miripala is the culprit. If it weren't for it, the little fox wouldn't have hurt me."

The general frowned and said, "Master, with your Taoism, I wonder if you can deal with Miribala?"

Wudao shook his head: "The power of my life and I are almost the same as that of Takahara. Miribala is the reincarnation of the Eagle God, and it is not something I can handle."
To be continued...