Chapter 1044 The Future

Mu Xingqiu held his son and landed on the grass outside the Nanhai forest. In a small pit, he saw a few burnt weeds. They had been burned to ashes, but they remained in their original state. When the breeze blew, they swayed, and tiny red dots flashed on the parts close to the ground.

There was obviously a fight here, and it was so short that the spells of both sides did not get seriously out of control and could still last for a while on a few small grasses.

Apart from that, there were no signs of fighting nearby. The forest was unusually quiet, as if there was no wind.

Mu Xingqiu looked at Mu Dong'er in his arms. It seemed to be a wrong decision to bring his seriously injured son into a forest full of dangers, but Mu Xingqiu had nowhere to entrust him, and the three masters would find their target sooner or later. In this case, it would be meaningless to hide.

Mu Dong'er was still sleeping soundly. Under the protection of his spirit, his soul was temporarily free of worries, but his physical condition did not improve much. Although he had survived the death deadline of midnight, he was still cold on one side and hot on the other. Every once in a while, it would reverse, making Mu Xingqiu, who was holding him, even more painful.

The day was about to dawn.

Mu Xingqiu stepped into the Nanhai Forest and used his super sensitivity to look for traces of magic. After entering the forest for nearly half a mile, he found it. It was a very weak magic, like the smell of vegetables flowing from the window cracks, which was fleeting. Only the most sensitive nose could smell it and identify the direction.

Nanhai Forest was a dense forest, but there were no thorns and weeds blocking the way. The trees were very clean, with only a thick layer of dead leaves accumulated over the years, which was as soft as a carpet underfoot.

The magic floating in the air was sometimes absent, and Mu Xingqiu had determined the direction. He strode forward, faster and faster, and walked seven or eight miles and came to a tree hall.

The tree hall is circular, with a diameter of more than 100 steps. The surrounding trees form walls. They are all very tall, with extremely lush branches and leaves, and they are connected in the air to form a roof.

In the middle is a seven or eight foot high furnace. The fire inside is very weak and almost extinguished. A square bluestone slab is suspended three feet above the furnace. A puff of clear smoke rises from each of the four corners of the slab, condensing into the shape of a tripod at a height of four or five feet.

An extremely powerful spell is being performed here, but Mu Xingqiu can only sense intermittent clues.

There is no one in the tree hall, and it depends entirely on the furnace to provide a little light.

Mu Xingqiu knew that danger was nearby, so he stopped and wrote a talisman on his forehead with his right hand. His celestial eye was strengthened, and he could see more clearly. The fire in the furnace was not weak at all, filling the furnace, pure and flawless, showing a faint red color, not shaking, like a ball of frozen cold fire.

The four green smoke tripods on the stone slabs were not unchanged, but disappeared and condensed regularly, but the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly before strengthening the third eye.

A groan came from nearby, and Mu Xingqiu turned around and looked. Just a dozen steps away, a child was sitting in a tree hole about ten feet above the ground. The hole was very small, revealing only his little face, which was red and full of pain.

Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw that there were not just one child in the tree hole, but thirty-three children, surrounding the tree hall, separated by several trees.

A young Taoist priest walked past Mu Xingqiu, silently, without looking sideways, as if he was an invisible ghost.

The Taoist priest walked straight to the stove, rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, took a deep breath, swung his arms, and slapped the stove one palm after another. The copper stove looked ordinary and seemed to be still cold, but it was actually very hot. As soon as his palms touched it, wisps of hot air came out. The Taoist priest was trembling all over, obviously enduring great pain, but he did not stop slapping, and his palms stayed on the furnace longer and longer.

The Taoist priest slapped and walked, and just finished a circle. The arms exposed outside were already red, as if they were iron hands that had been burned. He let out a long breath, turned around, and showed a happy smile after surviving the disaster. He walked towards Mu Xingqiu, his eyes no longer avoided, and even spoke.

"The fire of Taoism will not go out, because Taoist priests are firewood, death is burning, and then new firewood will be added, but some firewood will not burn out, they will always keep burning, becoming the caretaker of the fire of Taoism, look, I passed the test, I will..." The Taoist priest stopped talking and looked down at his arms. They were no longer pure red, but a few pieces of green, like charcoal that was about to go out.

"I passed the test, I clearly passed!" The Taoist stopped, his voice full of anger and fear. Suddenly, his Taoist robes caught fire. He did not raise his hands to put out the fire, nor did he fall to the ground and roll around. He stared at Mu Xingqiu blankly and said the last words: "Save me..."

The flames instantly engulfed the Taoist. A moment later, he melted like molten iron and flowed to the ground. He was quickly absorbed by the thick dead leaves, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Xingqiu did not save him. As early as when the Taoist slapped the first palm, he felt the powerful strength of the Unextinguished Furnace and knew that the Taoist would definitely not be able to bear it.

That was the Wandi Mountain Unextinguished Furnace. The stone slab on it was the Hongshan Instant Platform. Mu Xingqiu could guess it.

The second Taoist came out from the opposite side. He walked to the furnace without slapping it. After looking at it for a while, he turned his eyes to Mu Xingqiu, who was dozens of steps away, and said, "We need a better Taoist to hold the furnace."

The visitor was Yang Yannian, the Grandmaster of Pangshan, holding the Demon-Suppressing Bell in his right hand.

"Where are the people?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"You have lost your memory. To you, they are just two women you have known for a short time. Do you still care?"

Mu Xingqiu held Mu Dong'er in his left hand and summoned the Ancestral Tower with his right hand, holding it tightly.

"Amnesia has not changed everything, but Taoist priests who still have memories have completely changed."

"You don't even remember what Taoist priests were like in the past."

"I will listen to others saying that there are many legends about Taoist priests. You have powerful magic powers, kill demons and demons, and take protecting mankind as your own duty. Many people believe that the ancient god must also be a Taoist priest. If the legend is true, the transformation of the Taoist priest is really It’s too big. If the legend is false, you have been hiding it for many years.”

Yang Yannian showed a real smile, "The world has changed, Taoist priests cannot change. It's like if you swear to love only one person in your life, but this person dies, is the oath still valid? Human beings still exist, but it is no different from death. It is only a matter of time before it perishes. , Taoist priests see farther, so they make changes in advance. In the eyes of surviving mortals, this may be cruel, but the 'future' will understand it all."

"Future? Whose future? Without mortals, Taoist priests will also become extinct."

"Look, this is the biggest change in the world. What if Taoist priests have an immortal body? The fire of Taoism will still not go out, but it does not need a new source. The further a person looks, the weirder his behavior becomes. When he looks extremely far, , even seeing the end of everything and the new beginning, what do you think he will do?”

Mu Xingqiu did not speak.

"The longer he stares at the future, the more he hopes to make the future happen earlier, because that future is better. This is what the Patriarch is doing. He is not understood by all living beings, and there is no need to be understood, because all living beings are not in the future. ”

Yang Yannian paused for a moment, "Open your eyes a little and look at the future. It's not the distant future. It doesn't even take half an hour. What can you see?"

"Nothing." Mu Xingqiu said.

"You are lying, because the future is too cruel for you, so you refuse to admit it. Half an hour later, Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo are on one side, and Mu Dong'er is on the other. Both sides will either die together or both will die. It depends on Your choice now.”

Mu Xingqiu's eyes flashed with anger.

Yang Yannian clicked on the demon-suppressing clock. The sound of the bell reached the furnace. The wall of the furnace suddenly turned red, and then became transparent, revealing what was inside the flame. It was a mirror, and the mirror faced Mu Xingqiu. Reflecting that face that was both strange and familiar.

"You can choose to fight, and the outcome will be death. You can also choose to compromise, and exchange Mu Dong'er for Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo, and run the furnace for us. The outcome will be death."

Mu Xingqiu stared closely at the mirror in the furnace.

"If you need memories from the past, I am willing to provide you with some. In short, Qing Lingshuang died for you once. Do you want her to die for you again?"

Mu Xingqiu's eyes turned to Yang Yannian.

"That's right, you were once lovers, and you were even willing to give up your practice for each other. Just like those short-sighted mortals, you made a decision based on your feelings at the time, thinking that this decision would never change, but God did not fulfill your wishes, and she did it for you And died, you gave birth to a son with another woman. If you had known this outcome, would you still have vowed to each other? This is the difference between Taoist priests and mortals, and the difference between the founder and the Taoist priests. He has seen the end."

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu figured out why Zuo Liuying didn't let him know too much about the past. Memory is the soil of the future. The farther into the future you see, the more prepared you are and the stronger your strength will naturally be. But the future is also a constraint. It is a trap. A powerful Taoist priest is unable to extricate himself from it and does not want to extricate himself. He can easily become an accomplice in the future.

Mu Xingqiu has no memory and no clear future. Nothing is certain for him. Perhaps this is Zuo Liuying's expectation.

"What Kun Chao sees is not the future." Mu Xingqiu didn't know much about the Taoist Patriarch, but he saw his true nature. "He is creating the future. Only those who succumb to his power can think that it will be the future." That’s the future.”

Mu Xingqiu raised the Patriarch Tower in his hand, "The future does not exist. My choices are not just two, but endless."

Yang Yannian summoned all the magical weapons, "So, you choose to die together."

The other two masters and other Taoist priests came out of the woods and formed a half circle to face Mu Xingqiu. They wanted to save some time, but it seemed impossible.

"I said, you can't convince him." Xiang Haisheng waved Ruyi and summoned a large number of magic weapons. Dai Zhen held the sword washing pool and was also prepared.

The three masters didn't want to see any more surprises.

Mu Xingqiu didn't think about the future, and he didn't care whether he could defeat the three masters and dozens of Taoist priests. He used the Patriarch Tower as a pen and instantly wrote the first talisman on Mu Dong'er's chest.

He would use flesh and blood as ink, the Patriarch's Pagoda as pen, and his own son as paper to write a unique talisman in the world.