"Zhou... Yi?" Zhen Yue's eyes widened slowly as tears still lingered on his face. "Which Zhou Yi? Is it... the real immortal Zhou Yi?"
Everyone in Jiuchong Palace knew that Grandmaster Bai Xue Jianxian had a close personal relationship with Zhou Yi. Even the news that the ghost dragon would awaken early was told to Bai Xue Jianxian by him, and then he leaked some words to Xue Li's ears, which made him want to hunt the ghost beast.
If it was really Zhou Yi, wouldn't the possibility of rescuing his master be even greater? But, what did he mean by calling Liu Fuguang "Xianjun"
Then he thought again, and recalled how he had been careless and unreserved to the Taoist priest pretending to be Zhou Yi, not polite at all, not to mention respectful. His joy of relief suddenly turned into fear. For a moment, he felt excited, confused, guilty, lucky... all kinds of emotions intertwined, making Zhen Yue's face mixed with mixed feelings, and he didn't know what to say.
The remaining three were also shocked, wondering what the immortal was trying to do by disguising himself as an ordinary cultivator and mixing among the four of them. Sun Yinian's mind worked quickly, and after a moment of shock, he thought about it and guessed that it was Liu Fuguang.
—Young Master has a close relationship with Guilong, so the Immortal must have come here for him.
Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became extremely complicated, but he didn't know whether their entering the tomb and awakening Liu Fuguang who had been sleeping for a long time was also the work of this legendary immortal who could calculate all the secrets of the world
"Don't think too much, don't talk too much," Zhou Yi sighed. He sighed a lot since he came to Liu Fuguang's side. "Since the Immortal King has made up his mind, those of you who are willing to come with us can come with us. Those who don't want to take the risk can take the amulet and go wherever they want."
Meng Xiaotang stared blankly at Liu Fuguang, then at Zhou Yi, and then at the bunch of fluffy black hair in his hand. Liu Fuguang was completely hanging on his breath now, and his hair naturally did not have the slightest soft and shiny luster. Holding it in his hand, it was like holding a handful of rough wind.
She bit her lip and whispered, "Brother Fuguang, wherever you go, my brother and I will follow you! Now that our sect is gone, where can we hide or escape?"
Xue Li at the side only asked one question: "What do you want us to do?"
Seeing that the four people firmly expressed the same idea, Zhou Yi sighed in his heart.
Six thousand years have passed since Zhishan left. People in the world have suffered from the pain of a corrupted heart and a broken nature. How can it be easier and faster to cultivate Taoism and become a Buddha than to cultivate magic and become evil? If it weren't for the support of the immortals, the orthodox Taoism of seeking truth and asking questions would have been in ruins long ago.
Even so, there are still too few people with strong will and good moral character in the Taoist sect. Everyone has learned to be self-sufficient. Being able to risk one's life for others is something that only the biggest fools would do.
Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beauty, and this is already ugly; everyone knows that goodness is goodness, and this is already not good... From this we can see that Liu Fuguang's influence on them was indeed profound.
He took out four rusty copper coins from his bosom and handed them to the four people, saying, "Tanggu strictly forbids immortals to enter and leave. Even I cannot break into the Dragon God's restriction, so you can only rely on yourselves for everything. The area there is extremely vast. It is both the Dragon Palace and the place where the sun rises. Ordinary cultivators flying on swords may not be able to see the edge of the horizon in three years. Therefore, you must act separately. With the amulet, ordinary demon cultivators and ghost beasts cannot get close to you."