After the war, Dongyue Temple once again restored the tranquility it deserved. The victims who were hiding in the "hell" came out one after another to say goodbye to the thousand-year-old master and went down the mountain to return to their pastoral life. Soon, there was only one person in the temple.

The two thousand-year-old masters and apprentices are left.

The thousand-year-old master still acted as if nothing had happened. He finished his homework during the day and went to meditate under the tree outside the temple gate at night. However, this time, a piece of exquisite jewelry was placed in front of him.

box.

His parents died ten years ago and his family was extremely poor. Where had he seen any valuable objects? However, he knew from the master's expression that this jewelry box must be very valuable, otherwise the master would not be like a treasure.

Holding it the same way.

"Master, this box must be very valuable, right?" Ten years finally couldn't help but ask, because he had already secretly taken a look at the jewelry box when the master opened it. There was nothing in it, only a pen for women.

Fengchai, lying quietly inside.

"Ten years ago, this jewelry box was originally filled with gold, but now it has been completely used up. Think about it, people in this world are born with nothing, let alone you and I. We are all outsiders and have no money.

They are external possessions, so there is no pity! Only this phoenix hairpin and this jewelry box are the most noble things in the master's heart...The master just hopes that he can return them to their original owners with his own hands."

"Is this master the person that the master has been waiting for?" Ten years ago, the fierce-looking woman with white hair appeared in front of him in the sky, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

The thousand-year master did not answer the question of ten years. He just raised his head and cast his eyes into the distance again.

"Master, the person you are waiting for is coming, are you going to..." At that moment, Ten Years saw a silent longing in the eyes of the thousand-year master.

In the following days, what Ten Years was worried about never happened, and the "people" waiting for the Millennium Master never appeared. This result was exactly what Ten Years wanted, because in this way, the Thousand Years Master would not

Will be 'away' for ten years.

At this time, Ten Years had gained some magical power, and he could also see those so-called 'ghosts'. He finally knew what the master said

The hell he was talking about was no longer fake, and the 'people' he was waiting for also existed in real terms.

However, after seeing too many ghosts, Ten Years began to doubt his own magic power: "Master, why are there more and more headless ghosts in the mountains? Is it me..." As long as Ten Years opens his Dharma Eyes, he will

He could see countless headless ghosts walking towards the temple, which made him wonder if he was possessed.

"Ten years, you read that right, these dead souls were all summoned by the master." The thousand-year master did not look back, his eyes were fixed on the ghosts wandering around him.

"Master, you are not using..." Ten years of knowing that the master's spiritualism is very powerful - 'could it be that he couldn't wait for the person he was waiting for, so he had already begun to use magic to summon his lover?

"Ten years ago, that 'evil' woman with white hair and floating in the air appeared again!"

As spring passed and autumn came, the leaves on the trees turned green and yellow, until they covered the whole body of the thousand-year-old master. His eyes, because of their unwillingness to close all year round, finally lost the right to see objects again.

"Ten years later, if you help me see, are there really no 'people' going up the mountain?" This was the fifth year of ten years of climbing the mountain. He knew what kind of "people" the master wanted to see for himself.

"Master, no one has come to our place for a long time." He has not lied for ten years, let alone the "person" the master is waiting for. Now even real people can't see anyone coming up the mountain.

All this is because the thousand-year master has continuously used spiritualism in recent years, attracting a large number of ghosts, and then imprisoning all the summoned souls in hell for constant torture.

Now, the dead souls imprisoned by him in the eighteen levels of hell have weighed more than 100,000. And the cries of ghosts and wolves howled by these dead souls every night have turned the entire Dongyue Temple into a state of disgrace for living people to talk about.

place!

"Why hasn't she come yet? Hasn't the revenge been avenged? No, I must go to hell again to ask." In fact, at this moment, ten years have passed since I saw the figure of a woman appearing on the edge of the cliff.

The wrinkles on her face are intertwined, and her long gray hair is flying in the wind, which looks out of place with her charming figure. She looks like a young girl.

, but was given the weathered face of an ugly old woman.

‘The one the master is waiting for won’t be this old woman, right?’ Ten Years shook his head, denying his thoughts.

The wailing sounds in hell continued from late night to daytime. The thousand-year-old master no longer sat under the tree and waited. He spent most of his time in the eighteenth level of hell. He just wanted to know that he was going to wait.

Why haven't you come to him for so long?

Finally, he learned from the mouths of the dead souls that the red sword rain not only killed all the elites of Yelang Kingdom and destroyed their country, but also took away all the wealth they had plundered over the years!

'This means that what the Queen wants is not just revenge, but what she actually wants most is the restoration of her country!'

"In her eyes, she will always be the queen, and I will never be able to be with her!" The Millennium Master shouted desperately, his voice echoing in the mountains for a long time...

In the next five years, the person sitting under the tree changed to ten years. In his eyes, the figure of the woman on the edge of the cliff would appear there every time night fell, and her image became more and more...

It became clearer and clearer. She maintained a different graceful and elegant demeanor every time, looking there quietly, but unwilling to take another step closer.

As time went by, Ten Years couldn't help but want to get closer and see clearly what this woman looked like. But as soon as he took a step, he immediately seemed to hit a wall. He immediately understood that he was encountering something.

There was someone with more magical power than the master. So he bravely asked: "The female donor, is the person the master is waiting for?"

"Master? Is everything okay with your master?" Although the woman did not directly answer Ten Year's question, in Ten Year's heart, he had already determined that the one the Master wanted to wait for was the woman in front of him.

"Eight years ago, in order to protect the refugees displaced by the war, the master used his supreme cultivation to build eighteen levels of hell, which almost exhausted his mana and greatly reduced his life span; he even lost his mind because of his longing for love.

My dear, I looked through the autumn water here every night, until I became completely blind and never saw the light of day again."
Chapter completed!