Senior Brother is Number One In the World

After learning that Jiang Yitan would not answer him, Shui Han leaned against the stone room with him and waited.

He knew that the person inside might be Gu Subai, and he thought that as long as he waited, he would always find out.

Jiang Yitan glanced sideways at him, his glazed eyes growing more and more impatient.

"Shuihan, why are you here?"

At that time, Qing Daozi came in and smiled warmly at Shui Han.

Different from Shui Han's gentle and jade-like smiles, Jiang Yitan always felt that Qing Daozi's smile was too fake, and for no reason he disliked this person very much.

"If nothing happens, you two should go out. This is the Yueling Pavilion in Danfeng. I think it's better not to break in without Venerable Bai's permission."

Jiang Yitan wanted to wait here alone, and he didn't want anyone else to stay here.

"You..." Shui Han was angry. Even though he was an outsider, he was still driving people away openly on the Yunxu Sect's territory.

"In that case, let's go Shuihan"

Qing Daozi's expression remained unchanged, and he was not angry at all at Jiang Yitan's rudeness. Instead, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and took Shui Han away.

Although Qing Daozi was quite gentle, he was not short in height. When he approached Shui Han, he was half a head taller than Shui Han.

"...Yes, Your Majesty"

At this time, Qing Daozi put his breath on Shui Han intentionally or unintentionally. The meaning was obvious, just to let him go out with him.

"Then we will have little friend Lao Jiang next. If anything happens, just ask the disciples to call us."

Qing Daozi said goodbye to Jiang Yitan with a warm smile and took Shui Han away casually.

After the news of Gu Su Bai's fall came out in the world of cultivation, news of the reappearance of the demon clan also followed one after another. The world of cultivation, which had been calm before, became worried again.

Everyone couldn't figure out what the demons wanted to do.

On the seventh day, the door to the stone chamber opened.

The first thing that caught his eye was the appearance of Hong Chan who had lost most of his energy and blood. His face was a little blue, and he leaned against the door of the stone room and smiled kindly at Jiang Yitan.

"It's generally successful. Donor Jiang will have to worry more about the follow-up."

"…Thank you very much"

Jiang Yitan knew that he must have paid a heavy price. How could the user of such a heaven-defying thing as Boshenglian not pay an equal price?

If possible, he wanted to use the Boshenglian himself, but Hongchan refused him for no reason, just that he didn't want him to use it.

After thanking Hong Chan, Jiang Yitan flew to Gu Subai's side without stopping for a moment.

At this time, Gu Subai's face was rosy, as if she was asleep. Jiang Yitan stretched out his hand to pull open the collar of her neck, and found that the criss-crossing cracks on her body had disappeared, and he suddenly smiled stupidly.

Very good!

But when he took her wrist, his expression froze, as if he wanted to verify it again, he touched her nose with trembling hands, and suddenly Jiang Yitan's eyes suddenly became manic. When he exploded, Hong Chan was weak. The voice came faintly, "I think Donor Jiang should know about the remnant soul of Donor Gu."

Jiang Yitan calmed down with just one sentence, but the ups and downs in his mood from joy to disappointment almost made him lose his mind.

Gu Subai's remnant soul is very unstable. Even if her body is repaired, her unstable soul can no longer integrate well with this body.

"Confining the soul is not a long-term solution. If possible, Donor Jiang should stabilize Donor Gu's soul as soon as possible."

Suddenly Hong Chan frowned and added, "It is not a proper way to nourish the soul with the soul. Donor Jiang should not use it again."

Jiang Yi sighed silently. He stretched out his hand across her still cold body, and a hint of blood filled his mouth for a while.

He bit his tongue and suppressed the painful sounds that were about to come out. He, Jiang Yitan, had only cried twice in his life, and both times were for the same person. It was just a requiem. He would definitely let her come back.

Clenching his fists, he glanced at Hong Chan's figure from the corner of his eye. His consciousness scanned all his inventory, Xiangsi Ti, Ghost Lotus, Red Three Medicines, Lian Ning Hua, Howling Ting, Yin Zhi...

Not enough, he shook his head, this was far from enough.

Although Gu Subai is a remnant soul, her soul is extremely powerful. Forcing her soul to merge with her body will only cause her body to collapse, so Jiang Yitan can only use heavenly materials and earthly treasures to pacify her soul.

"I understand. I, Jiang Yitan, owe you a huge favor to the Foyin Sect. As I said, feel free to mention it if you have the conditions."

Jiang Yitan turned his back to him and could not see the expression on his face. Hong Chan smiled and then left the stone room with his hands and ten.

Not only Jiang Yitan's promise, but also the Gu and Su families' promises, as well as the Yunxu Sect.

With the absolute commitment from the three major forces, Hong Chan did not show any expression other than calmness.

Hong Chan was escorted back to Foyin Sect. He did not go to recuperate immediately, but went to Jiahua Hall.

In the Jiahua Hall, he looked at the Buddha statue above his head, his face full of confusion, and then he knelt on the futon.

His indifferent voice echoed in the hall, "This disciple is guilty..."

It happened that the ancient bronze bell of the Foyin Sect rang. The ancient and rich bell sound made everyone in the Foyin Sect stop what they were doing and bow with their hands together in the direction of the ancient bronze bell.

Hong Chan's voice was drowned in the sound of the bronze bells. His lips opened and closed, and he lowered his head further and further.

"...In this case, can disciples still cultivate themselves and worship the Buddha?"

The last sentence echoed clearly in the hall.

"...Red Zen" The eternal master suddenly appeared at the door of the hall.

"Master" Hong Chan was stunned for a moment, then bent down to Eternity.

"Master... have you heard everything?" Hong Chan's expression was very indifferent at this moment, and he had never felt embarrassed after being overheard.

The eternal master smiled enigmatically at him, then raised his head and bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Is it so important whether you listen or not?" The Eternal Master came in and sat on the futon next to him.

"Humans have seven emotions and six desires, and Buddha can also be angry, happy, and sad, so how can we humans keep the six roots pure?"

Yongheng then smiled, "I would be happy if you folded a paper crane for me when you were a child, but if your sixth junior brother always ran out to play and didn't pay respect to Buddha properly, wouldn't I also be angry?"

"Aren't these all human emotions? Why do you need to get entangled in them?"

Hong Chan didn't know whether he understood or not, but his pure, childlike eyes shone brightly, and suddenly he smiled softly, like a white lotus blooming alone in the dark night, so holy and thrilling.

"Disciple understands"

Hong Chan turned his head and bowed in the direction of the Buddha statue. After saying something silently, he stood up and left.

The Bodhisattva Lotus destroyed half of his energy and blood, and his luck was damaged. Although it was serious, it also allowed him to glimpse the supreme law from that person.

He finally understood what his master said before leaving: good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

As he walked out, countless disciples called him Brother Hongchan, and he responded with a smile.

When he reached the fragrant grass forest, the peach blossoms in the forest had already bloomed. His heart felt soft when he saw the fluttering pink flowers, and he couldn't help but move to the foot of the peach blossom tree.

He raised his head and looked at the soft cotton peach blossoms above his head with his beautiful eyebrows. Suddenly he showed a clean smile, peach blossoms and scorching eyes.

The little red cinnabar on his forehead makes him a little erratic. He is probably still a mortal...

"It's really beautiful, but it's not as good as your everlasting peach blossom. I wonder if I'll have a chance to take a look..."

He smiled at the peach blossoms, as if in response to him, the peach blossom petals on the tree were blown by the wind and danced...