The old Taoist and He Jingxian both shook their heads.

"Then let me do it. I'll try this bracelet." He Jingxian said.

"No, let me try this cloth bag first.

If anything unexpected happens, it wouldn’t be such a pity if I died.

But you can't. If anything goes wrong with you, this guy will probably go crazy.

Let’s go up the mountain now. Only after we have tried, no matter whether we live or die, can I sleep well tonight.”

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he took the lead and walked outside, as if he was going to go regardless of whether the others went or not.

Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian had no choice but to follow him out. They couldn't let the old Taoist take the risk alone.

When we got to the mountain, the old Taoist said very seriously:

"If there is any danger later, you must stay away from it.

It’s no big deal if I die, but it’s not the same for you.

The future of many people is tied to you, so nothing unexpected can happen to you.

Remember, you can't take risks for me.

If anything happens to me, someone else will contact you.

He will come to you with the gentleman's handwritten letter.

I hope you can continue to cooperate with him for the sake of Mr. and Laodao.

I'll leave it to you, old Taoist." After the old Taoist said this, he bowed politely to the two of them.

Zhang Xudong and the other man quickly avoided the old Taoist.

Zhang Xudong hesitated for a moment and advised, "Master Dao, why don't we just forget about it?

"Aren't we living well without this troublesome thing? Is it necessary to take this risk?"

The old Taoist priest directly cut his index finger with a knife and dripped blood onto the bag while saying:

"Dongzi, you don't understand. For thousands of years, our cultivation world has been passed down from generation to generation, and each generation has become increasingly decadent.

Today, if I can prove a hope for the Taoists, even if I die, it will be worth it."