Jun Ze pursed his lips, a high sense of vigilance already rising in his heart. He thought for a moment, then earnestly instructed all the disciples around him, "Every one of you must travel together. No one should be left alone. Do you understand?"
Chen Yao and the twelve brothers said in unison: "Understood, Master."
Jun Ze continued, "Also, try not to go to places that are sparsely populated or too remote. If a villager invites one of you to visit their home, don't trust them."
Chen Yao and the twelve senior brothers nodded to show that they understood.
Seeing Junze's serious look, Qu Jing, who was standing by, followed his lead and told his disciples:
"No matter who you are, do not act alone, do not be alone, and do not wander around the village, understand?"
The twenty disciples he brought with him said in unison: "Master, we understand."
Qu Jing then nodded with satisfaction.
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The other side.
When the village chief returned home, the sun had already completely set behind the cliff and the sky quickly darkened.
He took a look at the sky and silently pushed open the gate.
The whole house was quiet and dark.
He is the only one left in this family now, an old man who is almost at the end of his life.
Once upon a time, his home was bustling with the old woman's nagging, the son and daughter-in-law's complaints, and the children's laughter.
But gradually, they all left before him.
The last person to leave him was actually his most well-behaved and adorable grandson, the innocent little baby who originally did not deserve to die.
He has hated this matter for three years.
On that day three years ago, his innocent grandson was killed by the entire village. He will never forget it.
Now, three years have passed. When he has taken revenge, it is time for his beloved grandson to reappear in the world.
Thinking of this, his indignation and resentment seemed to be relieved a little, and his frown relaxed.
He slowly let out a breath, closed the wooden door of the yard, and walked into the yard.
Then he walked into the water tank in the kitchen, drew half a bucket of water, and silently carried it to the big tree in the yard that was more than 500 years old, and reverently watered it one bucket at a time.
This is almost a daily routine for him, and it has become a habit.
Regardless of whether the tree is short of water or not, he will water it every day, and even the timing of watering is almost perfect.
After watering, he put the scoop and bucket aside, sat on the wooden chair under the big tree, and waited quietly for it to get completely dark.
Only when it gets dark will the villagers gradually fall asleep.
Once they fell asleep, what happened next was beyond his control.
Moreover, not only the villagers, but also the newly arrived Taoist priests would fall asleep.
He narrowed his eyes slightly with a complicated expression, glanced at the big tree beside him, and said softly: "I have tried my best to lead the Taoist priest with cultivation to you. Don't forget what you promised me."
There was only silence in response to him.
After a while, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the big tree made a rustling sound.
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