The joy was completely cut off, and there was no trace of it left behind.

The thunder exploded, the cold wind on the mountain was drizzling, and a few crows were shocked. The young Taoist Yunshe was swept by the cold wind, and many pictures and choices flashed in his eyes.

The stubborn person.

Those who seek but cannot get it.

Those who understand but do not escape.

All kinds of pictures, countless possibilities, love, hate, love, and attachment to the world, eventually turned into a three-foot lonely grave.

See sentient beings, see yourself, and see the great way.

After hearing the truth, you will see life and death!

The Taoist heart that Qi Wuhuo was nurtured along the way was as if illuminated by the thunder that split the sky, became cold and sober, and was confused as if it was not worth mentioning. Only the road was vast and desolate, and the feeling of loneliness and coldness was blowing through his face.

Come on, even though I didn't know the experience of the senior brother in front of me, Qi Wuhuo suddenly remembered the complex sigh that covered countless emotions by the mountain god-

On the road to immortality.

All the corpses!

Fellow Taoist, take care of it.

ps:
Chapter completed!