The valley became a crowded town, with houses and tents everywhere with magic changes, and the population expanded several times. Monks or Taoists flew past in the sky, soldiers with swords and talisman masters wearing high crowns patrol the ground. Adults were busy making fires with simple cooking utensils, and children shouted and ran on the narrow and winding paths.

Most of the thick ashes everywhere disappeared, and the rest were trampled into mud. The entire valley looked dirty, but exuded a vigorous vitality. This was a kind of rough and barbaric vitality, like weeds growing on the burnt land, like strange wood growing on the rugged cliffs.

In the past few days, Shi Hanyuan has traveled thousands of miles back and forth, while searching for special babies, he summoned practitioners to protect the mortals he encountered. His achievements are bigger than Jincuo and Mu Xingqiu, saving more than 40,000 people, including nearly a hundred Taoist priests, more than 300 monks and talisman masters.

Facing a devastating crisis, Shi Hanyuan, who had accidentally killed a large number of Taoist priests and monks in Yelin Town, finally got some understanding.

Zhao Chuye called the Five Elements Tribulation within a radius of hundreds of miles to siege the valley, which attracted Shi Hanyuan's attention. He first led some Taoists to come, but did not dare to use teleportation techniques. On the way, he ran into the lost Zhao Chuye. He saw the Patriarch Tower in his hand and immediately captured him.

All the nine treasures have been included in the hands of the Taoist ancestors. Whoever holds one of them means that he has defected to Kun Dun.

When Mu Xingqiu walked out of the room, a group of people immediately surrounded him and bowed to him. They had been reminded that General Mu didn't need anything. They just wanted to see with their own eyes whether he was really recovering.

Mu Xingqiu's legs were still a little weak, so he also returned the favor to everyone and called a follower named Yao Queer to take him to find Shouque.

His appearance in the valley caused a commotion. No matter whether he had seen it or not, many people looked here. Even the flying people in the sky stopped looking down. Someone whispered the word "horse demon". He would immediately be severely scolded by others.

The old man Luo in the town and his family of three kept bowing to him in the crowd.

Shouque did not live in the house, Yao Queer led Mu Xingqiu to the edge of the valley, and along the way, he turned his head and looked at General Mu.

Yao Que'er is in her twenties, with thick hands and feet and a red face. She used to work in short-term work inside and outside Duanliu City, and was hungry and full, and had no place to live. In his own words, "like a loach churning in a ditch". She was arrogant and always wanted to do something. One day, she listened to the preaching of "General Mu", and during this time, people came and went, asking or playing, only he stood there and listened, not leaving or asking questions. Finally, she threw down the shoulder pole in her hand and vowed to become a follower.

He felt that General Mu was a bit strange now, but he didn't dare to guess randomly.

The hillside was still bare. Mu Xingqiu saw Shouque from afar. She stood on the ridge with her back facing the valley, without looking far away. Instead, she lowered her head slightly and looked at what was under her feet.

"Will the general preach in the future?" As the mountain was approaching the foot of the mountain, there were fewer people watching. Yao Queer seized the opportunity and asked quietly. He has been following General Mu for several months, which is his first question.

“Sermon?”

"Well, the general once said that he would talk about it every day. It was set as a canon. I didn't talk about it yesterday, and today... I won't talk about it anymore, right?"

"It's over." Mu Xingqiu stopped and said to his persistent followers, "The ancient gods and the ways of the weak are not in the hands of anyone. Everyone can get it and everyone can talk about it, and you are good."

Yao Que'er's face suddenly turned red, thinking that General Mu was mocking her. When she looked up, the general's expression was serious, "I, I can't do it."

"Will you participate when snatching the position of the leader of the formation and awakening the Shouqun?"

“Assed.”

"Have you become the leader of the formation?"

"It's a little bit...but this is nothing. Many people have done it, at least half of it, and the formation is in chaos in the end, but they saved Miss Shouque because of this."

"Everyone who becomes the leader of the formation is qualified to preach, and you can save more people this time." Mu Xingqiu left this sentence, stepped up the mountain, leaving Yao Que'er standing there alone and feeling enlightened.

The mountain is soft and there are many pits of different sizes. Mu Xingqiu, who has weak magic power, has a difficult time climbing. On the way, he met Fu Lin who was guarding the mountainside, so he stopped for a while and took the opportunity to take a breath.

"How many secrets are there in the talisman?" Fu Lin looked dazed and asked questions as soon as he met, and didn't even care about General Mu's recovery. "Why can the blood of the general and Zhao Chuye strengthen the talisman, but ordinary Taoist priests can't do it? I have read the records and Long Bin had tried it a long time ago."

"The reason is very simple. You have never tried the blood of a higher Taoist priest."

"Indeed, Long Bin would not have the chance to get the blood of Taoist priests above Xingluo. Is there any difference?"

Mu Xingqiu raised his hand to his chest. They had been injured many times and were bleeding, but now they have recovered as before, but they are a little pale. "The higher Taoist priests have abundant magic power, overflowing from the three fields, breaking through the meridians, and infiltrating the flesh, muscles and bones of the whole body. Unlike ordinary Taoist priests, this is my guess, but I don't think there is any other reason."

Fu Lin nodded repeatedly, "The general is right, but there are people, pens, inks, and papers..." He looked at Shuque on the top of the mountain, stopped talking about the talismans, and instead reminded: "Miss Shuque has changed again, please... pay attention, it is best not to get within ten steps."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and continued to climb up.

Shouque was still wearing a white dress and a white dress. Her hair was tied into a bun without any confusion. She was wearing a sword-shaped wooden hairpin and her waist was straight. She was different from the few Shouques that Mu Xingqiu remembered. At this time, she had a bit of a master's style, like a grandmaster.

Mu Xingqiu stopped ten steps away, one step above and the other down, his face turned slightly red and he was panting. Climbing the mountain almost exhausted his little strength.

"It's not easy to be a mortal, right?" Shouque said without looking back, his voice still did not change, but his tone was no longer cold and arrogant, and he was more calm and natural.

"Well, it's not easy to be a hero." Mu Xingqiu's eyes turned to Shouque's feet, and a green eye grew from the turning soil, which was only two or three inches tall, and it was too weak to resist the wind. The position of Shouque's standing was just enough to block the wind.

Shouque turned his head and got older, from seventeen or eighteen years old to about thirty years old. He had no childishness, but his appearance did not change much. His eyes had a sharpness that penetrated the heart, which was somewhat similar to Zuo Liuying. Mu Xingqiu was surprised that the main formation and the burning Dharma body had a great influence on practice. Shouque's realm might have dropped to the point where he had just passed the gods, but her appearance seemed to have risen a lot.

"No, it's not difficult at all." There was a little mystery and freedom in Shouque's tone, just like the master talking to a disciple who had just started, "I am a hero, not for myself, not for sentient beings, only for one person, so it's not difficult at all, because there is nothing that cannot be abandoned or sacrificed."

"You have only known him for three days."

"If you spend your whole life looking for something, when you finally find it, will you feel that it is not precious enough because of the short time?"

Mu Xingqiu was speechless.

"My soul is less, but my memory has recovered a little: I was a disciple of the Minxin Science and practiced illusions, focusing on human hearts as the target of casting spells. I have seen countless states of mind and played them in my palms. The hearts of mortals are confused and desires, like bubbles, the hearts of Taoists are pure but unnatural, and there are traces of axes everywhere. I have been thinking, is there no truly pure state of mind in this world? It is like a gem that does not need to be modified. Now, I have found it."

Mu Xingqiu was still speechless. In his impression, Jincun's heart seemed not so simple.

Shouque smiled, "Oh, the perfect gem in my mind is different from what you imagined. It does not need to be big, complete, or transparent. It only needs to be tough, so tough that no illusion in the world cannot be shaken. This is the heart of General Mu. He has had a chaotic mortal heart and a crafted heart of a strong man. After many temperings, he only has one heart left."

"His name is Jincuo." Mu Xingqiu was unwilling to take on the achievements of others.

"I know that his mind is tough, but his defense is average. I have seen his memory." Shouque smiled again. It was something that innocent she did. "I know him, so I know you a little."

"I?"

"You are a mortal, Mu Xingqiu, by chance, possess the power of an extraordinary man, your heart is still the same as a mortal, and your confusion and desires are more chaotic and desires. Your calmness is just because you have lost your memory. Please believe me, confusion and desires are not worse than the purity of the carved. From the perspective of illusion, although the former is not magnificent, it is more colorful, while the latter seems unbreakable, but in fact they are all the same. The flaw of a state of mind is the flaw of all state of mind. Taoist priests of other disciplines, especially the higher Taoist priests, do not like the illusion of the mind, because we can see through the depth of the heart of the Taoist priests. The calm and unwavering lake reflects not only all things in the world, but also the seven emotions and six desires they hide deeply. The disciples of the Minxin Science Department were only a little bit able to grasp the flaws of the higher Taoist priests, and we were locked in the Demon-Battle Cave."

Shouque seems to have really remembered many things.

"Do you know what fire I remember?" Mu Xingqiu asked. Finding the fire could mean retrieving memory. This was what Zuo Liuying said. He seemed to know something, but he refused to disclose it.

Shouque shook his head, "I don't know you yet, but I know that you would take on General Mu's responsibility in the past, and continue, maybe the fire you are looking for is in it. I will help you, for nothing else, just for them."

Shouque looked down at those who were trying to grow.

Mu Xingqiu was silent for a long time, watching the setting sun set, the mountains disappeared, and the noise in the valley behind him was loud, just as Shouque said was chaotic and colorful.

"Is your illusion still useful?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"The mana has dropped, but the human heart is simpler in my eyes."

"This time you have to deal with the Taoist priests' hearts, you have to make them believe that I can stop the attack of Taoist fire."

"Can you really do it?" Shouque shook his head as soon as he said that, "No need to answer, I know the character of 'General Mu'."

She blinked.

The attack of Taoist fire at the lunar night was less than two hours left.

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