Mo Xie didn't say anything discouraging; he simply smiled and looked at her quietly.
For more than a month, he hasn't thought about the Ghost King, the protagonist, or the mission.
This kind of game-like, worldly feeling is quite nice.
Although he couldn't move his whole body and could only see with his eyes and ears.
But I also witnessed the coldness of human relationships and the rampant spread of demons, and I even followed the young Taoist nun in her so-called chivalrous deeds...
But these days will be coming to an end soon!
Mo Xie lay on the wooden plank, gazing at the Shu Road Mountains that stretched deep into the clouds, her eyes slightly narrowed in the light.
Once the so-called immortal abode 'Shushan' is not found, all hope will be lost... And once hope is lost, shouldn't that silly little Daoist nun give up?
He was finally able to truly accept the fact of failure and honestly resigned himself to returning to the main world.
That's right!
Inspired by the young Taoist nun during this time, he found a glimmer of hope for the future growing in his heart.
Thinking of this, Mo Xie shook his head and smiled.
"let's go!"
Fa Lan, unaware of Mo Xie's thoughts, helped Mo Xie up with a touch of excitement and headed towards the Shu Road Mountain.
Mo Xie leaned his head weakly on her shoulder, quietly watching the blush that had risen on her face, whether from exhaustion or shyness, he couldn't tell.
Her hair fell on Mo Xie's face, making him feel a tingling sensation; and the slight upturn of her lips made his heart tingle even more.
"Hopefully, I can find that so-called immortal abode, Mount Shu!" Mo Xie thought to himself.
This isn't because of his health, to be honest...
...
At the summit of the Shu Road.
Shushan.
A scene of ethereal beauty and auspicious clouds.
Grand Elder Qingwei sat cross-legged in the Ziwei Hall.
Just then,
The Qiankun Mirror suddenly trembled, then shattered with a bang, releasing wisps of black energy.
Qingwei suddenly opened her eyes, swept her whisk, and dispersed the black mist.
He stretched out his fingers and made some calculations, his expression turning serious...
Several elders from Mount Shu sat cross-legged in the Ziwei Hall.
"A great calamity is imminent!" Elder Qingwei, who sat cross-legged at the head of the table, said in a deep voice.
An uproar erupted inside the hall.
A stern-faced elder with a black beard said, "Since a thousand years ago, when all the demons were exterminated and the demonic path was driven into the demon realm, the human world has enjoyed peace for thousands of years."
"I wonder what this great calamity you speak of is?"
Qingwei gently closed her eyes and slowly uttered a single word, "Ghost!"
"Ghosts? Demons and monsters, spirits and ghosts?!" Elder Su Rong said in a deep voice, "Is there any way to dispel them?"
Qingwei opened her eyes and said, "I meditated all night last night, but I only realized that the solution lies in one person. Today, I still need everyone's help to decipher the secrets of the cloud!"
"Yes!" the elders replied.
All the elders made hand gestures and then released a stream of pure energy.
Several streams of pure energy fell into the air and merged into one, then landed on a bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror rippled, and countless events of the human world flashed by within it.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The image in the bronze mirror slowly froze.
The group, their faces pale, stopped their practice and looked up.
In the mirror image, there was a man lying on a cart...
Elder Qingwei swept her whisk and nodded, saying, "The solution to this ghost calamity still depends on this person!"
"Do you know where he is? How can we find him?" Elder Su Rong asked in a deep voice.
Qingwei closed her eyes and calculated, then opened them and smiled slightly, "Everything has its own destiny. We don't need to search for it. When disaster strikes, it will appear on its own!"
"Everyone, please go and prepare to face this great calamity... Our Shu Mountain has been hidden from the mortal world for thousands of years, and now it is time for us to reappear!"
"Yes, sir!" The elders bowed and withdrew.
"And who knows what kind of suffering and devastation this calamity will bring!"
Qingwei shook her head and sighed, her gaze fixed on the reflection in the mirror—a man lying on a cart.
"When will you, my destined one, arrive?"
"We don't have much time left!"
...
today.
Ziwei Palace.
Elder Qingwei was sitting cross-legged in the hall when he opened his eyes and suddenly stood up. "Fated one, you have finally arrived!"
...
P.S. Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone!
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