Chapter 0778 Daotong’s Dream

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire Zhaoshan Island, making it more like a fairyland in a dream than in reality. Meng Xu opened his eyes with a smile on his face, reluctant to escape from the dream.

Slowly, the afterglow faded away, calling the mountain away. No matter how powerful the spell was, it could not retain the sweet dream. The waves crashed on the shore outside, and the darkness inside the tent was dark. The cold reality declared victory mercilessly. Suddenly, Meng Xu thought of herself. What to do.

She walked out of the tent and saw many people on the island busy in the morning light. Everyone was about to leave and take the flying dragon boat to an unknown place - Xiao Hao seemed to know something, but she remained tight-lipped. People did not take her idea too seriously. Most of the casual cultivators felt that the Holy Talisman Dynasty was the only option, while the demon tribe was more willing to defect to the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons or the missing Fanwang Jinchu.

Meng Xu walked straight up to Yang Qingyin and gave her the Taoist ritual. Although they had become casual cultivators, they still retained many of their old habits.

Yang Qingyin returned the favor. Two days ago, when Meng Xu chose to stay on Demon Suppressing Island, Yang Qingyin was a little surprised. She knew that Meng Xu had been a betrayer and was not the kind of person who was willing to take risks.

"I want to say a few words to you." Meng Xu said.

Yang Qingyin nodded and followed Meng Xu to the side. The island was too small and had to be concealed by magic weapons.

"This is my last candle of insight." Meng Xu said, with less than three inches of the candle floating beside him.

Yang Qingyin hummed. Mu Xingqiu didn't pursue Meng Xu's betrayal back then, and she wouldn't either, but her impression of this female casual cultivator was not very good after all.

"I never understood why Mu Xingqiu let me go."

"That was a few years ago...and he didn't say anything to me." Yang Qingyin really didn't want to talk about it at this time. She also had her own worries and was considering whether to leave Demon Suppression Island. .

Meng Xu didn't seem to notice the other party's perfunctory tone and continued: "Zuo Liuying's actions yesterday gave me some inspiration."

"Well, he gave us all a revelation. What do you want from me?" Yang Qingyin asked bluntly, hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible.

Meng Xu nodded firmly, "Mortals are mediocre and walk on a narrow road from birth to death. Every road, even if it looks like a wilderness, is actually a path walked by others under the weeds. Taoist priests are not much better. , it may be worse. We are walking on the road arranged by the Taoist system. It is wide, flat, safe and clear at a glance. There are no accidents or surprises. "

Yang Qingyin still didn't understand what Meng Xu wanted to express, and said casually: "We are no longer Taoist priests."

"But I'm still trying to be consistent with the orthodoxy. Mu Xingqiu didn't pursue my betrayal back then, probably because he hoped that I could find another way. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it. The only reason why I stayed on Demon Suppressing Island was not to Willing to make a choice.”

The more Yang Qingyin listened, the more confused she became. She turned to look at the others and decided to listen a few more words.

"Zuo Liuying is also trying hard to find another way. He has vomited elixirs twice, re-cultivated twice, learned casual cultivation methods, and even borrowed demon methods and demon refining techniques, but the facts have proved that he can't find anyone who can compare with Taoism. The new path is that of a casual cultivator, no matter how many strange methods are added to it, it will not change the weakness of the casual cultivator."

"Zuo Liuying has helped many people, and we all owe him a debt of gratitude." Although Yang Qingyin has never seen through Zuo Liuying, she still wants to defend him. "Rogue cultivators may not be the best way, but this is the only way. The way to go.”

Meng Xu actually had no objection, "You are right, Zuo Liuying is a great Taoist priest. If anyone in this world can find a new way, it is only him."

"What do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin couldn't help it and asked impatiently.

"Zuo Liuying is looking for a new path."

Yang Qingyin said coldly: "Zuo Liuying is dead, is that what you call a new path?"

"I believe that Zuo Liuying is willing to die in order to find a new path, but not this time. He must have found something."

Yang Qingyin stared at Meng Xu blankly, as if she saw a ghost. (audience)

Xiaohao came over, stretched out her hand to extinguish the flame of the candle, and threw it back to Meng Xu, "We are all our own people, don't waste the magic weapon. What are you talking about?"

"Meng Xu said some strange words. She seemed to think Zuo Liuying was not dead yet." Yang Qingyin said.

Xiaohao stared at Meng Xu for a while, then suddenly laughed, the louder the laughter, attracting everyone on the island. Yang Qingyin became more and more confused, while Meng Xu frowned dissatisfied.

"Did Daotong entrust you with a dream?" Xiaohao stopped laughing, still smiling.

"Dream? Uh...I did have a dream. I used to be a disciple of Zhaoshan. It's normal to dream about Zhaoshan." Meng Xu was not as calm as when he faced Yang Qingyin alone.

Just as Meng Xu was about to speak, a nearby casual cultivator said loudly in surprise: "What a coincidence, I seemed to have dreamed of Xingshan last night."

Other casual cultivators said that they also dreamed about the Taoism they once belonged to. Some people remembered it more clearly, while others only had vague impressions. If others didn't mention it, they wouldn't even be able to remember it.

Unlike Taoist priests, casual cultivators can use thoughts instead of sleep. A total of twenty people slept for a while last night, and they all had similar dreams, which immediately seemed a bit strange.

The most surprised person was Meng Xu. He looked around with his mouth open, and finally his eyes fell on Gan Zhiquan, "Did you really dream of Hongshan?"

"I dreamed about it. It wasn't long ago and I have almost forgotten the content." Gan Zhiquan said with certainty.

Meng Xu was speechless for a long time before turning to Xiao Hao, "How do you know I had a dream?"

"Using dreams to arouse someone's emotions is an old method of the Taoist school. Haven't you heard of it?" Xiao Hao's eyes widened, as if she was more surprised than Meng Xu. In fact, dreams are a spell that only the Lantern and Candle Branch of Luanjing Mountain has. She still remembers it, but others don't understand it.

"Xiao Hao is right!" The bald man jumped up from the crowd, "We all dreamed of Fangfang in Yelin Town, but only Brother Xiaoqiu dared to snatch the bride... Why didn't the Taoist school dream me this time? I am a disciple of Pangshan."

"I didn't dream either." Yang Qingyin didn't sleep last night. She needed to rest, but she couldn't close her eyes. "What about you, Feifei, did you have a dream?"

Feifei blushed and shook her head hurriedly, "No, I'm not a disciple of the Taoist school..."

Including Xiaohao, a total of 21 people had dreams, and only Meng Xu felt that she had gained enlightenment from the dream - now she doesn't think so.

"Look, you thought it was the Daotong who chose you, but in fact you chose yourself." This sentence has some of Zuo Liuying's style. Xiaohao grinned with satisfaction and forgot what he was going to say next.

"But..." Meng Xu thought he saw the truth, but was pushed into a deeper fog by Xiaohao's words, "Wait, the Daotong gave everyone a dream, which means that the Daotong really wants to use us to do something. You had a dream, but you didn't care, only I took it seriously, so what I do now, what I think, is still in line with the intention of the Daotong, that is to say-"

"It's not you who suspects that Zuo Liuying is not dead, it's the Daotong." The bald man rushed to say.

Yang Qingyin shook her head. She already understood what was going on. "Meng Xu also has the same suspicion. The Daotong just used the method of dreaming to find her out."

Everyone didn't care about Meng Xu's suspicion. Everyone had similar hopes in their hearts, but they didn't dare to express them clearly, fearing that they couldn't bear more disappointment, but the Daotong's dream ignited hope.

"Why does the Taoist sect suspect that Zuo Liuying is not dead?"

"There are so many masters in the Taoist sect, do they have to find the truth through one of us?"

The doubts of the scattered cultivators are increasing. Yang Qingyin is not dreaming. From the perspective of an observer, she can see more clearly and sigh softly. "The Taoist sect has retired. The Taoist priests who stayed before are either possessed by demons or dead. It is impossible for them to send out more Taoist priests. In that case, there is no point in retiring. They can only send some spells to verify Zuo Liuying's life and death through us, because the Taoist sect knows very well that our ideas on this matter are the same as the Taoist sect."

Everyone was silent, and even Meng Xu was hesitating whether to accept the "task" given by the Taoist sect in the form of a dream.

Xiaohao suddenly walked towards a lonely tent at the end of the Demon Suppression Island. Everyone followed behind, and no one tried to stop her.

Standing at the door of the tent, Xiao Hao turned around and said to everyone: "Our enemy is not the Taoist sect, so there is no need to compete with the Taoist sect in everything, right?"

The casual cultivators nodded one after another. Yang Qingyin vaguely felt that something was wrong, but did not raise any objections. Xiao Hao's doubts and enthusiasm had been aroused, and they would not automatically disappear if he did not do something.

Everything was within the expectations and control of the Taoist sect. This advantage came not only from strength and magic, but also from long-term memory and profound wisdom. Yang Qingyin had no idea what to do, and even could not figure out the way.

Only Zuo Liuying could make the Taoist sect nervous. Thinking of this, Yang Qingyin also had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Xiao Hao cast a spell to take back the entire tent.

Zuo Liuying's body was sitting inside, his eyes slightly closed, expressionless, as if he was thinking. Flea lay at his feet, his head resting on his two front legs, like a dog that had lost its owner. The tent disappeared without moving, but he just looked up at Xiao Hao.

"What did the Daotong guess?" Xiaohao asked Mengxu. She had the most memories left in the dream, so she should be the one who understood the Daotong's thoughts the most.

Mengxu thought for a while in a trance. The dream that was originally very plain gradually became complicated. Some memories that she ignored slowly emerged from the depths of her mind. "A voice told me in the dream that Zuo Liuying... and Longmo tried to open a gap in the Demon Cave yesterday. I don't know if he succeeded..."

Several people responded at the same time. Xiaohao spoke first, "Is Zhibubang really in the Demon Cave?"

Gan Zhiquan asked in confusion: "How could the Daotong not know the result?"

Yang Qingyin opened her eyes wide, "Are Zuo Liuying and Longmo going to rescue Mu Xingqiu? If they have succeeded, wouldn't Mu Xingqiu be nearby?"