A Taoist temple, a downpour.

Yun Hai stood outside the Taoist temple, looking at the person kneeling at the door of the Taoist temple.

That person had exactly the same face as him, but it wasn't him.

Just as Yunhai broke free from the dream of powerful officials and the young emperor, he came here again in a blink of an eye.

This time seems to be a little different.

The kneeling man couldn't see him, and neither could the Taoist boy who opened the door.

Yunhai waited and watched the changes.

"I said Mr. Yunlang, don't kneel anymore, it will be useless for how long you kneel, our temple master said, if you don't accept it, you won't accept it!"

Daotong stood in front of him with an umbrella, his voice was clearly transmitted through the heavy rain.

The kneeling person remained silent, with his back straight.

Dao Tong had no choice but to stand there for a while, sighed, and said "you can do it yourself", then turned and went inside.

The gate of the Taoist temple was closed again without leaving a single gap.

Yun Hai walked up to the man, squatted down, and watched his expression.

In order to avoid the rainwater pouring on the face, the other party lowered his head slightly, his face was numb from kneeling for a long time, and it was also the despair of the end.

Why bother?

There is no place to stay here, but there is a place to stay.

It's just a Taoist temple, so what if the number one master in the world lives in it?

But the other party couldn't hear what he said.

Yunhai simply didn't waste his energy, and leaned against a tree to watch the show.

The sky is getting darker, then brighter again.

The night passed, and the rain hadn't stopped.

The kneelers didn't wait for the people who came to the Taoist temple to make gold and stone, but they waited for their enemies.

More than a dozen people rushed forward with weapons in hand, and many of them were masters with profound cultivation.

It's a big deal for so many people to deal with a young man who is unarmed and has no cultivation base.

Yun Hai watched coldly, waiting for the boy to be hacked into pieces and die at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

The other party was not in a hurry to act immediately, they seemed to want to get something from the boy, and they kept asking.

The weapon cut holes in different shades of the boy's body. It was the unknown fate that made people unbearable, not the torture itself.

But the young man just didn't open his mouth, the corners of his lips were tightly pressed together, he didn't say a word, he even suppressed moaning.

The blood flowed from his body into the cracks of the bluestone bricks, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

Yun Hai felt a sense of anxiety in his heart.

This young man looks so similar to him, it is inevitable that people will feel a sense of substitution.

But he couldn't make a move, so he could only watch helplessly, otherwise, all the people present would have died long ago.

If people are allowed to die like this at the entrance of the Taoist temple, then the owner of this Taoist temple is too useless!

he thought with a sneer.

The gate of the Taoist temple opened slowly.

Two Taoist boys led the way, but this time it was no longer they who came out to say something innocuous, but another person stepped over the threshold and stood on the steps.

Yunhai looked at the man.

It's Chang Ming.

As early as when they met at the seaside, he had a feeling that he had seen this person before.

"You dirty my bluestone bricks, how do you pay for it?"

Chang Ming stood on the steps, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, floating out of the dust.

This Chang Ming was very different from the one he knew.

The Chang Ming he saw in Jiuchongyuan looked tired and indifferent all the year round, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. The monks in Yuanyuan are different.

But this Chang Ming in front of him has a cold and serious face, serious in speech and smile, and his demeanor is ethereal and light, his brows are furrowed all the year round and left a vertical mark, which is even more fierce.

This is a real strong man, and a top strong man standing on the pinnacle of the world.

Yun Hai's heart was beating wildly, and he became excited.

He looked at Chang Ming carefully, not letting go of any details.

The enemies who chased and killed the young man were also a bit jealous of Chang Ming, and politely bowed their hands, saying that the young man was their master's enemy, hiding something that would harm the country and the people, and if he was not forced to hand it over, he would harm more people in the future.

The boy didn't say a word, let them gossip, he was tortured and fell to the ground, only a pair of eyes were surprisingly bright in the drizzle.

Chang Ming ignored them and walked down the steps.

The rain fell on him, as if he had encountered an invisible barrier, his clothes were not wet, and his hair was as dry as new.

"You want to worship me as a teacher?"

He was condescending, and the boy looked up.

"Yes!"

This was the first sentence Yunhai heard from the young man, his eyes shone brightly in the rain, and he looked closely at Chang Ming.

The light fell into Yunhai's eyes, like fireworks exploding.

Instantly disordered time and memory fragments were broken up and reorganized.

The boy is him, and he is the boy.

He is Yunhai, also called Yun Weisi.

Yun Weisi is the sea of ​​clouds during the day.

He is Yun Weisi at night.

They are the same person.

"What can you bring me?" He heard Chang Ming ask the boy.

The young Yun Weisi was momentarily stunned by the question, unable to speak for a long time.

Seeing this, the enemies behind him took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and a sword light swept towards Yun Weisi's back, as fast as lightning.

Chang Ming didn't even move his eyelids, just raised his hand lightly, and the sword light actually stopped half a centimeter behind the young man's heart, and he couldn't move forward any more.

The enemy was shocked!

After a while, Jian Guang flew back the same way and shot between the eyebrows of the shooter. The opponent screamed and fell to the ground!

The others were frightened and retreated one after another, not daring to make another easy move.

But Chang Ming was not going to let them go.

"You settled the grievances, and the settlement came to my door, and you shot in front of my face, huh?"

The last sound was as heavy as a rock, hammering heavily on everyone's hearts.

Yun Weisi spit out a mouthful of blood on the bluestone brick in front of him, his kneeling upright body was precarious and about to fall over.

Yunhai also seemed to be drawn, and his mind shook slightly, so he had to hold on to the tree trunk to stand firm.

The head of the Qiu family laughed dryly: "I'm bothering the Jiufang temple master Qingxiu, we will resign and come to visit another day!"

"Young master?" Someone next to him was unwilling to go back to the house, but was stared back by the leader.

They thought they would stop here, and the Jade Emperor Temple had nothing to say, but Chang Ming spoke out again.

"Did I let you go?"

The leader has always been used to domineering, and relying on his background, even if he knows that the opponent is a master-level master, he has no fear.

"Master Nine Fangs, since this person has sought your protection, we will not do anything. As long as he does not leave the Jade Emperor Temple for a day, his life will be safe. This is my greeting gift to you."

Chang Ming said indifferently: "You have soiled my place, and you want to leave after just a few words?"

Leader: "Then what do you want?"

Chang Ming: "You save your life, and I will spare others."

The leader laughed angrily, and directly raised his hand to order an attack.

He didn't believe that with so many masters, he couldn't defeat Jiufang Changming.

Jiufang Changming only said two words.

"Here comes the sword."

He raised his hand.

This action is unremarkable.

But at the same time, everyone heard the buzzing and long beeping.

The scabbards in their hands began to tremble violently.

In an instant, ten thousand swords were unleashed!

All the sword statues had a sense of autonomy, and they came out of their sheaths at the same time, and slashed at their leader!

With the sword light of more than a dozen swords under the hood, the leader turned pale with fright, and there was no way to retreat.

After Jian Guang, everything returned to calm.

The leader fell to the ground, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his body was covered in cuts and bruises.

Twelve swords were neatly inserted around his body.

Everyone changed color in horror.

But the boy's eyes became very bright. He looked at Jiufang Changming, as if he was looking at the only light.

Yunhai is also watching Jiufang Changming.

This person is so powerful, and a strong person always has an indescribable charm that makes everyone in the world look up.

But how did such a person turn from a master to a useless person?

Even their temperaments are quite different.

The Chou family carried the leader's body and fled in a hurry without daring to say a word, while the young man followed Chang Ming, stepping into this Taoist temple for the first time.

Just as he stepped over the threshold, he tilted his head and fell down.

Chang Ming bent down and pinched someone else, and gave a pill.

The young man just knelt for too long, exhausted and drenched in the rain, and slowly woke up, still a little confused.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Chang Ming in the backlight, and unconsciously reached out to grab his sleeve.

"Don't go." Yun Weisi murmured.

Really useless!

Yun Hai couldn't help but smirk secretly, forgetting that it was him.

"Wait until you wake up."

Chang Ming brushed his forehead with his sleeve, and Yun Weisi fell down limply.

He called the Taoist boy to carry him to the wing room, while he himself went to teach the disciples in the temple to practice early.

The blood at the door was still wet, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

For some reason, Yunhai knew that this was an illusion set up by Jinghu for him, but he was reluctant to leave.

He wanted to see why a strong man like Jiufang Changming fell to that point later.

He also wanted to see his other self, whether he had been apprenticed to the Jade Emperor, and what he had learned.

Chang Ming didn't chase Yun Weisi away, from that day on, he tacitly agreed that he would stay in Yuhuang Temple, but he didn't agree to accept him as a disciple either.

Yun Weisi persevered, and finally moved Jiufang Changming with his hard work, and became the first disciple of the temple master.

He is also Chang Ming's only disciple in Taoist sect.

Time flies in the dream.

Yunhai watched Yun Weisi practice and grow little by little, from a boy to a young man, from stubborn and deep to steady and capable.

He also laughed, although most of them only smiled when facing the master, but at least he was flesh and blood, no longer the insensitive Yun Weisi who knelt in front of the Taoist temple and could not fall down only with hatred.

He will carefully clean the house for his master, learn how to weave catkin mats from Tao Tong, and personally weave a birthday gift for his master.

He would copy Jiufang Changming's handwriting under the lamp, write a long copybook, and then smile knowingly.

He would also hear that there was a mountain spring in the next mountain peak that made tea with snow water, which was the best in the world, so he waited for three days in the middle of the night until the first snow in winter, and then went back with a clay pot filled with the first snow. Just in time for Jiufang Changming, who loves tea, the first pot of hot tea in the morning.

Yun Hai watched silently from the side.

Seeing Yun Weisi's joys and sorrows, seeing his enthusiasm for Master.

Seeing his undivided attention when he was practicing, and watching Jiufang Changming's all-in-one teaching.

He pressed his hands to his chest.

The hot heart is also beating, and it seems to empathize.

Why can't he remember at all?

Why did Jiufang Changming have no memory of him before they met again at the beach?

Yunhai closed his eyes, suppressing the surging and scorching ups and downs of his heart.

Time seems to stand still, and it keeps flowing forward.

The seven years of Yun Weisi's time were also recovered bit by bit by Yun Hai.

But he didn't think life would last forever like this.

Because Jiufang Changming also encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, he could always see the other party's frowning and thoughtful expression.

Finally one day, Jade Emperor Temple ushered in its doom.

Jiufang Changming took his disciples out to attend the appointment.

Yun Weisi's previous enemies came to him, this time they brought more powerful helpers, but without the Taoist temple of Jiufang Changming, it is actually a mediocre sect, the enemies couldn't find Yun Weisi, so they vented directly in the Taoist temple On half of the disciples in the village, Yuhuangguan suffered heavy casualties.

Yun Weisi who came back after hearing the news chased him thousands of miles away, and wiped out all the enemies from back then.

Now he has the ability to take revenge, but he has been practicing in the Taoist temple all these years and has no time to look around.

When he returned to the Jade Emperor Temple, Jiufang Changming proposed that he would leave the Jade Emperor Temple, leave the Taoist sect, and set up another sect.

"My cultivation has reached the bottleneck. There is no way to advance. There is only room for improvement after breaking through."

Under the flower tree, Chang Ming didn't think about Yun.

"It is not necessary to break through and then establish after comprehending the Tao. The Taoism is profound, and the master can find another way. Why do you have to leave the Taoism?"

Yun Weisi showed an urgency never seen before.

He didn't want his teacher to leave, but Yunhai knew that Jiufang Changming would definitely leave.

Taoism is like a towering tree. Maybe Jiufang Changming has not figured out the details of this tree, but Jiufang Changming has already understood the shape of the tree and the height it can reach. He hopes to explore other tree species , instead of wasting his life on this tree.

But Yun Weisi didn't understand at that time, he hoped that the days of Jade Emperor Temple could continue forever.

Sure enough, Jiufang Changming said: "Jade Emperor Temple, I suggest that you don't take over, mundane affairs will waste your energy and delay your cultivation, just follow the heart formula I taught you, practice to the top, and then find On the new road, I will first enter Buddhism and study Buddhism, hoping that one day, I will integrate all kinds of schools and then return to the basics.”

Yun Wei said without thinking, "If you become a Buddha, I will become a Buddha; if you become a demon, I can also become a demon!"

Jiufang Changming shook his head: "You don't have to follow me. You are very enlightened, and you have achieved a little bit in Taoism. If you follow this path, you will be able to achieve great success one day. If the seedlings are encouraged to grow, the harm will be great. And you are naturally Having few feelings and few desires is suitable for cultivating the path of ruthlessness. I have too many distracting thoughts, and I always want to be inclusive and gather the strengths of hundreds of schools. This is also a kind of desire, and I am destined not to take this path."

After all, he looked at Yun Weisi, and said something: "You have no worries at all, and my departure just allows you to cut off the last trace of mortal ties, and you have also avenged the disciples of the Jade Emperor Temple, so it's over." Cause and effect, you can concentrate on cultivation and stop looking around."

Yun Weisi was startled when he heard this, and asked for a while, "You've made up your mind?"

Jiufang Changming: "It has been decided."

Yun Weisi: "Then when can I see you again?"

Jiufang Changming: "Wait until the day you become a master."

Under the setting sun, Yunhai watched Jiufang Changming gradually go away, and his figure disappeared from sight.

And Yun Weisi stood there all the time, from dusk to sunset, from long night to dawn.

His posture has not changed, as if he can wait until the master respects the new turn and tells him that all this is just a joke and a trial.

Yunhai also stood under this flower tree, watching the sun and the moon change, and the stars flow. After several years, the tree is still the same tree, and the Taoist temple is still the same Taoist temple. He became much calmer, not only was there no expression on his face, but it was truly cold, whether looking at people or things, it was like looking at dead things.

Detached from the outside world, but also isolated from the outside world.

Yun Weisi didn't listen to Jiufang Changming's words, he still took over the Taoist temple, and after Jiufang Changming's younger brother was dismissed, he became the new master of the temple, and received an invitation from the Qianlin Society, learned about Jiufang Changming's news, ended the retreat ahead of schedule, and hurried out .

Yunhai also wanted to follow, he had a premonition that Yun Weisi's journey would be very important.

But he was dizzy suddenly, he couldn't stand on his feet, and the ground suddenly turned into a whirlpool of huge waves, and he was completely sucked into it.

…

The angry sea is ups and downs, and the waves are rough.

Chang Ming struggled to survive in the waves with the unconscious sea of ​​clouds in his arms.

He didn't know why he fell here, he only knew that there was an unscrupulous traitor and burden around him.

"You should wake up, don't pretend to be dead!" He slapped Yun Hai hard.

The other party really opened his eyes.

Changming: …

Yun Hai grabbed him with his backhand, Chang Ming thought he was going to hit someone, but the other party grabbed Chang Ming and pulled them up, sending them to a boat not far away.

The dilapidated ship was ups and downs in the waves, but it never completely sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Where is this place?" Chang Ming felt a salty smell all over his mouth, even his face was covered with the smell of sea salt.

"Weak water, the seventh abyss in the nine abysses."

"I guessed right, there are indeed other abysses connected under the mirror lake." Chang Ming wrung his sleeves dry.

Yunhai took out a jug containing fresh water and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Chang Ming was indeed thirsty, so he took it and opened it and drank it. After two sips, he found something was wrong.

It wasn't that he was worried that Yunhai was poisoning the water, and it didn't take so much effort to kill him, but that this man wanted to kill him from the very beginning, and later treated him as a plaything for the theater, but he had never behaved so peacefully and normally.

"Fellow Daoist Yunhai, are you alright?"

Yunhai was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of the sky breaking out of the corner of his eye, his expression changed slightly.

"It's almost dawn."

It's almost dawn?

and then?

Changming's train of thought was suddenly interrupted, he didn't know, so he looked at him.

Behind him, there was a strange creaking sound from the pitch-black cabin.

The two turned their heads together!