"So, you really don't remember who you are?"

"Oh, I see."

"I see."

In this jungle, Mingxin sat on a horizontal piece of wood, holding his chin with both hands, nodding his head in understanding. There was a bonfire in front of him, and a rabbit was roasted on it. On the opposite side of the bonfire, a tall and handsome man sat cross-legged with his thick eyebrows furrowed. He said, "I was there when you met me?"

"yes."

"You don't know me?"

"Of course I don't know him."

The young Taoist Mingxin shook his head repeatedly, remembering that he had seen someone lying in front of the escort agency to extort money from people. He immediately leaned to the side and subconsciously covered his money bag. His face was tense, and he said, "Little Taoist, I just came here. It really has nothing to do with this uncle's injury."

"Humph, I never said that either."

The man snorted coldly. He lost his memory, but his tone was still full of natural arrogance. He said lightly:

"With your level of skills, you are nothing more than trash!"

"Even if I lie here and let you hit me, you can't hurt me at all!"

The young Taoist Mingxin was dumbfounded:

“Ah, you, you!”

Mingxin stammered, "You, why are you like this? I was the one who found you!"

The man said arrogantly: "Why do I need you to save me?!"

He glanced at the little Taoist priest in front of him, whose face was full of the expression "I saved someone, but the person I saved scolded me for meddling in other people's business. How could such an outrageous thing happen in this world!" He sneered, stood up and said calmly: "I'm leaving now, you'd better leave here as well."

He was covered in blood, but he didn't seem to care at all. He walked forward step by step, passing by the dumbfounded Taoist priest. He paused and said calmly, "Let me advise you that the one who can hurt me is definitely not an ordinary mediocre waste in this world. With your level of Taoism, it's best not to have anything to do with me. Be careful and die."

The little Taoist priest was stunned: "..."

"Didn't you forget everything?"

The man sneered, "Although I have forgotten the past, my body and my heart are bright and noble, and I am not ashamed of anything. I am naturally strong. Even though I have forgotten the past, I know that there are no more than ten people in the six realms who can defeat me and beat me so badly that I lose my memory. Your cultivation is as small as an ant and as humble as dust. You are definitely not their opponent."

"If you are smart, leave quickly in the opposite direction of me."

Mingxin held the dry food in his hands, in a daze.

When the little Taoist priest grew up to be fifteen and left the mountain gate and Zhongzhou City for the first time, he was taught a good lesson by this world.

How could there be such an annoying guy in this world!

Isn't it said that after losing memory, the influence of what one has experienced on a person will disappear and one will return to his or her original nature?!

This person's character -

So annoying!

He had only been stunned for a while when he heard a loud thud from behind. The young Taoist Mingxin stood up and turned around to see the man who had been so arrogant just now falling heavily to the ground. His energy was running out, blood was constantly flowing down his body, and his breath was weak.

Mingxin was startled, but without hesitation, he stepped forward to help the man up. The man's eyes were hazy, his pupils were out of focus, and he was seriously injured. His voice was weak, but still full of arrogance, and he said lightly: "Let go."

The young Taoist Mingxin sighed, held his arm, and said:

"I can't just ignore you. If I do, you might die here."

The young Taoist said naturally: "Everything and the world we know are made by our own hearts. Because I have met you, you are reflected in my heart. If I see that you are in danger and do not save you, it means that there is a crack in my heart, and the outside world reflected in my heart is no longer complete."

"Hmph, boring."

The man said calmly, "If I die, your character has a flaw, what does it have to do with me?"

The young Taoist's stubborn temper flared up, and he said, "I saved you, what does it have to do with you?"

The man wanted to refute, but his injuries were too severe. He could only try his best to control his body to prevent the escaped flames from burning the young Taoist. He had tried his best, but fortunately the young Taoist Mingxin was quite skilled in Taoism and he finally helped him out of the mountain.

There was a small town at the foot of the mountain. The young Taoist went to buy some medicinal herbs and used the medical skills he had learned since childhood to make a bowl of medicine for the man to drink. He took out a clean Taoist robe and gave it to the man, saying, "Let's go to the town to see a doctor. It would be best if we can eat something. How do you think?"

"You are covered in blood, it's scary. I have a clean Taoist robe here, why don't you put it on first?"

"Humph, this body and this mind were born and raised by nature. There is not a single thing about me that I cannot see in the eyes of the world. Why do I need to change clothes?!"

The young Taoist Mingxin became angry and said, "Change!"

The man snorted, grabbed his clothes and changed them on the spot.

Young Taoist Mingxin: "..."

When they got to the town, although there were several old doctors, they could only say that they could not help with such a difficult and complicated disease as amnesia. The young Taoist priest bowed and thanked them politely, and then left a few copper coins as the consultation fee. The man in the Taoist robe folded his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said:

"Humph, trash."

"Useless people."

"How can you cure my amnesia?!"

“How ridiculous!”

The young Taoist priest Mingxin covered his forehead with his hands.

Why are you so proud of yourself for having amnesia when others can't be cured?!

There is something wrong with you!

He had no choice but to politely salute the doctors, and then pulled the extremely arrogant "Taoist" out, and tried to persuade him to at least restrain himself and pretend to be a bit arrogant. However, seeing that the guy was still like this, and seemed to be unwilling to change, he could only sigh and say:

"Forget it, there probably isn't a doctor here, let's go get something to eat first."

The young Taoist weighed his small purse, pointed to the noodle shop over there, and said, "I've been away from Zhongzhou for a long time. I've been eating dry food all the time, and I haven't had noodles for a long time. Today I can finally eat something. Ahem, I think you don't have much money, otherwise, I'll treat you."

The man asked, "Money? What is it?"

Mingxin sighed.

He felt that he had been sighing frequently since he left Zhongzhou City.

Arriving at the noodle shop, the young Taoist priest held his purse, thought for a moment, and said:

"Two bowls of plain noodles, um, and an egg!"

The waiter who was serving the guests said swiftly:

"Okay, two servings of plain noodles, one with chicken. Please take a seat!"

The young Taoist Mingxin and the man sat beside a square table. The young Taoist put down his bamboo basket, wore a light blue Taoist robe, carried various large and small bags on one side, and looked around excitedly. Soon two bowls of noodles were served. The bowls were very big, the soup was clear, the noodles were chewy, and two blanched choy sum with a little soy sauce and chopped green onions looked very delicious.

The young Taoist priest swallowed and pushed the bowl with eggs to the man.

The latter raised his eyes slightly and asked coldly: "What?"

The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Ah, when I was in the mountains, whenever I felt unwell, my master would add an egg to my diet. It was very good for my health, and I was reluctant to eat it."

"snort."

The man sneered. For some reason, he always felt that it was ridiculous for him to eat this thing to replenish his body. However, looking at the Taoist priest shaking his body happily, he snorted coldly, ate slowly, and said lightly: "That is money, right? I see there is still a lot in your purse, why don't you give yourself one more portion?"

The young Taoist priest asked, "Ah? Did you see it?"

He took a mouthful of noodles, biting his chopsticks and said, "It's still a long way to go, and I don't have much money, so I'd like to spend as little as possible."

"snort……"

The man sneered. The young Taoist Mingxin was already familiar with this fellow who sneered and foul-mouthed all the time. With the characteristics of a Taoist disciple, he could calmly ignore him and said, "Come to think of it, do you really not remember? Not even your name?"

"Name? What do you want that for?"

"Ah, I mean, in this case, I can't call you hey, hello, or uncle, right?"

"I just saw a fortune teller on the street. I'm a Taoist disciple, and I still believe in destiny. Why don't we go find a fortune teller to tell us what the destiny is after we finish eating our noodles? Then we can give you a name based on destiny. How about calling you that until your memory recovers?"

The man looked disdainful.

Fortune telling?

I am the ancestor of fortune-telling...

I don't know why, but when he thought of this, his thoughts suddenly stopped.

Just like the aftereffects of being hit by a heavy object, his brain went blank for a moment. He frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, but finally chose to go with the young Taoist priest. The fortune teller was a man in his forties or fifties, with his hands in his sleeves, dozing off slowly. After the young Taoist priest explained his purpose, the fortune teller glanced at the arrogant "Taoist", yawned, and shook the fortune telling tube.

He threw some coins and began to arrange the hexagrams, saying casually, "Ah, your hexagram is not very good."

"Oh, this is unlucky. We need to resolve it."

The man frowned and looked unhappy, while the young Taoist nodded repeatedly, looking quite serious.

The amnesiac man looked around impatiently.

I simply sat on a chair at the side and took a nap.

While the young Taoist was listening, another man slowly approached, his eyes slightly red, and he came to the side of the young Taoist Mingxin at a leisurely pace. Just when the fortune teller was about to say something, the man suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Damn you, die!!!"

A bell rings!

The golden Buddha light, however, appeared violent at this moment!

He is one of the monks from the Western Paradise who came to the human world to preach the Dharma. He experienced the King Weiwu and Qi Wuhuo's destruction of monks and Buddhism and the transformation of Buddhism into Taoism. His goal of saving the human world and infiltrating Jiuzhou has not been completed. He has fierce murderous intentions towards Taoist disciples and human beings. When he suddenly attacked at this moment, there was actually a trace of blood in the Buddha's light, and killing was visible.

The young Taoist Mingxin is talented and insightful, but at the moment he is only at the Taoist level.

Coupled with the monk's sudden attack, he was unable to react for a while and could only watch the monk's hood fall down. His eyes were bloodshot and full of murderous intent. The latter saw that the extremely talented Taoist genius was about to die in his hands, and there was a hint of pleasure and madness in his eyes.

The flowing Buddha light, the seeping blood color, the astonishment of the others, and the ecstasy in the monk's eyes, seemed to turn into a picture scroll, and the next moment -

The Buddha's light suddenly shattered.

A hand stretched out, pierced through the Buddhist bell almost instantly, and grabbed the monk's wrist.

!!!

The monk's heart stagnated and he suddenly raised his head.

The last thing he saw was disheveled black hair with red tips, a pair of eyes with small pupils and large whites, cruel, ruthless and arrogant, black hair dancing wildly, and an indescribable sense of terror and oppression. The next moment, a horrific flame retracted its light, leaving only endless high temperature, and then swept across the front at a horrifying frequency that could not be captured by the naked eye.

By the time the fortune teller and Mingxin reacted, there was nothing in front of them.

There is not even a speck of dust.

It was as if the monk had evaporated into thin air.

The amnesiac man slowly withdrew his hand and snorted coldly. His eyes drooped and were as narrow as knives, which made the fortune teller shudder. Then he laughed, "Ah, hahahaha, that monk ran so fast. He was gone in the blink of an eye. Ah, hahahaha."

"This speed is fleeting, it's gone in a flash."

"Come on, come on, both of you, let's continue to interpret the hexagrams, continue to interpret the hexagrams!"

The man pursed his lips, swallowed the blood from the internal injuries he had just inflicted, and said expressionlessly:

"What does the hexagram look like?"

As he stood there, the fortune teller felt an indescribable sense of terror and oppression. He trembled and said:

"If you want to interpret the hexagram..."

He paused, not wanting to speak, but under the man's gaze, he dared not not speak, so he had to say with difficulty: "Your hexagram is, [You have no mouth, and you are not a human being]."

The first sentence is that you have no mouth and cannot express yourself;

The second sentence is even more outrageous.

It's like pointing at someone's nose and scolding them - Yifeiren, you are not a human being!

The man said coldly: "You are speechless, I am not a human, what is I?"

The young Taoist Mingxin thought for a moment and said, "Is it a character puzzle? It seems to be [Yin]."

The amnesiac man seemed to dislike the fortune teller and said impatiently, "Yin? Yin is Yin, it's just a name anyway. From today onwards..."

"You can just call me [Yin Dao Ren]."

He said this to the young man who was later called "Master Xi".

The fortune teller watched the two people leave, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Oh, I was really scared. If I had known fortune telling was so difficult, I would not have done it. Didn't the fortune teller before say that if I followed the divination book, nothing would happen? Oh, it's really difficult... What kind of divination book is this?"

He was terribly scared.

He bought this divination book a few days ago for ten copper coins.

Ten copper coins were thrown up and then fell into the palm of his hand.

The man in green tossed the coin, his eyes were calm and indifferent, with endless golden light in them, as if he could glimpse the laws of all things and traces of the future. At this moment, he glimpsed the core of fate and cause and effect, and watched the two Taoists, one big and one small, go away, and said lightly:

"Master Yin, Master Xi."

"[Yin], [Xi]."

"One is divided into two, and changes are grafted together to conceal the secrets of heaven."

"To survive the calamity of killing, to survive the state of death."

He brushed his sleeves, stood up calmly, and said to himself: "Although I still came to take a look, but, never mind, let the future take its course."

"I'm going to go see Qi Wuhuo and give him [this item]."

The man in the green shirt with gray hair left and went to look for Qi Wuhuo.

I want to see him again before leaving.