When Situ Zhenren said this, he paused and felt something was wrong.

Say "dead", but there is still a trace of vitality, but saying "not dead" is actually similar to being dead again...

"Zhuang Xian's life is still there..."

Situ Zhenren changed his statement and then continued, "I have lost my senior brother, and I feel sad, but this sadness is only temporary."

"You want to save Mr. Zhuang, but this intention is actually...it's only for a moment... After a long time, your mind will fade..."

As if a person from Situ Zhenren came, he sighed deeply:

"The monk's life span is long, and this fleeting time is enough to erase all regrets and pains. When people live, they become numb, there is nothing, and they can't let go..."

"So..." Situ Zhenren sighed, "Zhengren Bai, you should practice by yourself and care about your own affairs. There is no need to force others..."

Bai Qingcheng was a little silent.

She knew that Situ Zhenren was right.

She also regretted and suffered in her life, and felt that she was unlucky, but as long as she survived a few years and crossed that hurdle...

As time goes by, the grief and setbacks of the past will fade away, like healed scars. Although they are ugly, they will no longer hurt.

Just like a senior brother...

She is heartbroken now, but after a long time, she may be numb and forget...

Bai Qingcheng pursed his lips, "What if I have to save me?"

Situ Zhenren frowned and said, "That would be hard..."

"Mr. Zhuang has too much cause and effect, too many enemies, and has conflicts of interests..."

"How many people in this world want Mr. Zhuang to die? No matter whether it is Dao Ting or the Demon Sect, I'm afraid no one wants to save him."

"If you save him, there will be many obstacles."

"It's very difficult to revive 'death'. In addition to a large number of spiritual stones and creatures, it requires perseverance and perseverance. Along the way, suffering, pain, accompanied by uninterrupted hope and despair, it's very difficult to persevere..."

"We need an extremely tenacious heart to keep changing our original intentions and persevere..."

“And…this is not enough.”

"The body is saved, but the secret is dead and still cannot survive..."

"It is necessary to have the secret formation containing the great way of life and death, so that it can make up for Mr. Zhuang's dead secrets in exchange for a trace of vitality..."

"Stealing Yin and Yang, taking away the creation, and reversing life and death..."

"This kind of formation is extremely profound, extremely powerful, and extremely ancient. Most of them are destroyed in ancient temples or forbidden areas where monks are extinct. Where do you find the formation map?"

"Even if there is a formation map, who can learn it?"

"I can't learn..."

"Even if you learn it, who has the ability to truly build it?"

Situ Zhenren frowned and said sincerely:

"As the saying goes, formations are profound, but only those like us who truly study the formations deep can know how profound the formations are!"

"There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are sky outside the sky."

"But there is still an out of reach in the world..."

"There are some formations in this world that are extremely profound and difficult, and they are not even learned by people..."

Situ Zhenren's old face even showed a hint of despair.

...

Bai Qingcheng also looked frightened, but she was silent for a moment, gritting her teeth and stubbornly said:

"I won't give up!"

Zhenren Situ sighed and nodded.

Whether he really won't give up or not, he said everything he should have said, and he stopped talking.

But the ink painting lying on the side heard everything in his ears.

"Stealing Yin and Yang, taking away the creation, and reversing life and death..."

He kept this sentence in his heart.

As the sky became clear, Situ Zhenren and his uncle discussed the matter and left.

Mo Hua opened her eyes and sat up slowly.

He looked at Mr. Zhuang again, remembered his master's appearance in his heart, and made a secret decision.

"I'll save the master whom others can't save!"

"I'll learn the formation that others can't learn!"

"Even if all the people in this world want my master to die, I will let my master survive and live well!"

Mo Hua's little face is serious and her eyes are firm. She deeply engraved this oath on the heart of Taoism.

The rising sun shines on the master and apprentice.

Mo Hua murmured:

"Master, you sleep for a while..."

"The time is here, I'll call you again..."

...

Three days later, Bai Qingcheng was about to leave.

She wanted to take away Mr. Zhuang, who was locked in cause and effect, and to take Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi back to the Bai family.

Bai Zixi found Bai Qingcheng and said with a firm look:

"Mom, I want to bring my junior brother back to the Bai family..."

Bai Zisheng also nodded, "Mom, take the ink painting back too..."

Bai Qingcheng looked a little indifferent, "Why?"

Bai Zixi's eyes were complicated and her mood was hard to understand, so she said, "I promised my master to take good care of my junior brother..."

"Yeah." Bai Zisheng also nodded.

They moved out of their master, and they thought their mother would give her face.

But Bai Qingcheng shook his head and said, "You take care of me, how do you take care of me?"

Both of them were stunned.

Bai Qingcheng said: "When he arrives at the Bai family, who can protect him if he encounters danger?"

"Do you guys?"

"What can you do if you only cultivate qi? Even if you build a foundation, what can you do?"

"In the second-level cultivation world, foundation-building monks can call for wind and rain, but in the Bai family, who can they protect mere foundation-building?"

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children and felt unbearable, but he still said bluntly:

"What's more, you are a child of the Bai family, relying on the Bai family, not yourself. You want to protect him, but one day in the future..."

"Why are the Bai family trying to harm him?"

"What do you do? What can you do?"

"Can you resist the family?"

"With your cultivation, how can you resist the Bai family of the Wannian clan?"

"If you can't resist, you have to watch... your junior brother die?"

Bai Qingcheng's words are cold and realistic.

Both Bai Zixi looked pale, lowered her head, and held her hands tightly, but she couldn't speak.

They can't protect anything...

Whether it is the master or the junior brother...

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children with a slight pain in his eyes and his tone slightly eased:

"A monk, after all, he still has to rely on his own cultivation..."

"I know you have deep affection for each other, but taking the child Mo Hua back to Bai's house was not helping him, but hurting him..."

"The Bai family is too big, the cause and effect are too deep, and it is too complicated..."

Bai Zixi said in a trembling voice: "Mom, then..."

Bai Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out, touched Bai Zixi's head, and sighed:

"Let's go..."
To be continued...