"The body dies and falls into the flag."

"Continue to fight for the sect..."

Yu Long suddenly thought of one of the sect's laws.

That is, encouraging the disciples of the sect to become the ghosts in the ancestor's treasures after their death will not only benefit their families, but will also receive preferential treatment from the sect and provide certain resources and conveniences.

Of course, everyone knows the price, that is, there will be no reincarnation in this life and no reincarnation.

For sect disciples with insufficient cultivation, this is undoubtedly a way.

The sect has recorded reincarnations.

For Qi practitioners and foundation-building monks, it is impossible for them to remember their previous lives. Therefore, many monks would rather sell their souls to their sects until the end of their lives.

However, it is very likely that Jindan Zhenren will awaken Suhui in the next life. If a Nascent Soul Zhenjun like him uses the secret method inherited by the sect, he will also have a great chance to complete the 'Re-cultivation of San Gong' in reincarnation.

, this is equivalent to re-walking your own path of immortality with all your cultivation experience.

Yu Long's surging heartbeat calmed down a little.

It was certainly exciting to die fighting for the sect and continue to contribute to the sect after death. He felt that it was right to do so.

However, when faced with major events, it is inevitable to carefully weigh and consider whether to give up the retreat completely and concentrate on growing the sect, or to hold the soul flag as a guardian.

Putting aside the issue of the funeral for the moment, Yu Long must have happily accepted the soul flag.

After all, it is a treasure that gave birth to a weapon spirit. Its rank is uncertain, and the uncle himself is still the cultivation level of the peak Great True Monarch. As for the power of the Soul Reverend Banner, there is no need for Master Taiyi to explain it to him. Back then in Dazhong City,

Uncle Master fights alone against three people of the same rank.

Once the formation is launched, millions of evil spirits and ghosts are commanded.

There are countless Nascent Soul Ghost Kings in the formation alone.

If he could hold such a treasure, even the early sages would be able to resist it.

As everyone knows, Taiyi was in the early stage of Nascent Soul and was in the realm of the Great True Lord, so he killed the seriously injured Donghai Lord without using the sect's trump card.

How strong Tushanjun is today can only be known if he has a head-on confrontation with the real and intact sage.

If he were to take charge of the Soul Banner, he would immediately become one of the people with the most say in Xingluo.

When Yu Long thought of this, even at the level of a true king, his blood boiled and he trembled.

The most important thing in the spiritual world is strength. If you have strength, you have everything.

I visualized the vision blooming softly in the sea of ​​consciousness. I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and thought about it carefully. With an expectant look, I turned to ask: "Master, what you mean is that after death, you will definitely enter the soul flag."

Be a helper?”

Taiyi stood in front of the first step, his eyes as calm as a cold pool in a deep mountain stream, quietly looking at the apprentice who had been with him since childhood, without nodding or shaking his head.

Everything is left unsaid.

"Go ahead."

"When it comes to big things, you have to be cautious. Master, I can afford to wait."

Taiyi walked up to Yu Long with a smile, patted Yu Long on the shoulder and said: "Yunfei, at least the master can protect you from wind and rain for a few decades. You have to walk the road in the future on your own. You

Uncle Master...he...is a very, pure monk."

…

Yu Long left the brightly lit long hall with deep thoughts.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

Thinking of the many years of Dundun's teachings, the growth of the sect, and the current stability, it all belongs to the family.

Yu Long wanted to take over the important responsibilities of the sect from his master now, but he hoped Taiyi could survive. After so many years, Taiyi was both their master and father to their brothers and sisters.

Yu Long walked along the mountain road for an unknown length of time. He looked up and saw the courtyard with "Li Mansion" written on it. It turned out that he had arrived at his sister's house.

His brother-in-law was not from a good background and had mediocre talents. Yu Long did not like him. He always persuaded his sister that he could find a better family for her.

The disciples of prominent families and talented monks within the sect are free to choose.

But my sister still chose this poor boy.

At that time, Yu Long was very angry.

Then I thought about how he was still by his side, so I just let it go. Anyway, if I couldn't live with him in the future, I would just divorce him. With him as my elder brother, even if he was married for the second time and the third time, he would be a popular existence.

Thinking back to his sister's words back then, Yu Long felt helpless and didn't know how to refute.

The two of them became Taoist couples, and Yu Long couldn't ignore it, but their talents were really not that good, and they had not cultivated the golden elixir for so many years.

It’s not that the sect doesn’t have gold-forming elixirs, nor does it have secret techniques to form elixirs. The elixir-forming spiritual objects in his hands are also the best, but he tried several times without success.

Yu Long came silently.

He did not go directly to see his sister, but first went to the study to look for Li Xuan.

Li Xuan, who was writing something while lying down, suddenly felt a breeze blowing. He immediately looked at the window and couldn't help but look puzzled. Then he quickly stood up with his eyes focused. He hurriedly put down the brush in his hand and raised his hand to the man in the golden jade fire robe who was sitting on the low couch far away.

He looked a little timid and whispered: "Brother, why don't you let the servants inform you?"

"Come here, go and fetch the madam."

"Yes, sir."

Pushing open the study door and approaching an old woman, she smiled and said softly: "Brother, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but you are still so high-spirited and have not changed at all."

Yu Long stood up and stretched out his hands, but something was stuck in his throat. A retreat for Yuanying monks could last for more than ten years or decades. By the time he came out again, his sister was already old. Counting with his fingers, he was already old.

In the past two hundred years, for a foundation-building monk, this has been everything in life.

…

Yu Long didn't know how he walked out of Li's Mansion. He only remembered looking up and seeing the stars hanging over his shoulders and the distant Changling Mountains in full moonlight.

He walked on this familiar path for a long time. The ghostly spirits in the mountains and forests did not dare to block him and gave way one after another. The spirits and monsters ran quickly without daring to look far away.

"Junior Brother Yu?"

Yu Long quickly came back to his senses and looked at the hook-nosed monk on the other side of the short table. He was not Wu Rong.

He picked up the wine bottle and drank it down in one gulp, and said: "Senior brother, you are really free. Hiding in the back hill of the sect and not caring about worldly affairs, he is really like the highly cultivated and refined scholar mentioned in the book. He is the envy of others."

"Except for the birds, beasts, and ghosts, there is no one here who is popular at all. As a sect leader, my junior brother cannot be like me."

Wu Rong also drank slowly with a smile, and then asked: "Junior brother Yu, is there something on his mind? There is no one else. The spiritual wine here is enough, so feel free to drink it."

"When you get drunk, sleep here with me. The big cave I opened can accommodate a hundred and eighty people without any problem."

Wu Rong was interested and didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them were brothers who grew up and were of the same generation. They had experienced a lot together since they were young, so there were some things that didn't need to be said.

Especially, now that both of them are Nascent Soul monks, they naturally have their own secrets. It is best not to ask. Not asking doesn't mean that you don't care, it just means being sensible.

Yu Long sighed and said: "After so many years of practice, practicing in seclusion, it can range from a few months to half a year. In a blink of an eye, ten or twenty years, I went to see my sister this time, and suddenly found...she is old, and her life has been extended.

I will give her all the elixirs and long-lived spiritual things."

Saying this, Yu Long raised his head and drank.

The mellow aroma of the spirit wine spreads instantly.

"People will always grow old." Wu Rong sighed.

It must have been more than a hundred years since his parents passed away, and they have experienced separation and death.

But this is always hard to persuade. Everyone has a different view on life and death. All he could do was sit there quietly and drink with Yu Long.

Beside you, Yin Ji bends over to pour wine.

The two talked a lot.

Ever since I was a child, I have also talked about the battles we faced together, the dangers of treasure hunting in secret realms, and the joy of sect training.

"Senior brother studies the underworld and ghosts. I must have read the sect's secret method of reincarnation. I wonder what senior brother thinks of this?" Yu Long's slightly cloudy eyes glanced over unintentionally, then lowered his head to look at the wine bottle in front of him,

He seemed to have seen the appearance of this wine bottle in someone's hand.

The taciturn but powerful uncle always drank from a wine bottle like this.

Yu Long looked at Wu Rong, who was looking across the low table. He was wearing a black and red robe and a Taoist bun. His movements were a bit fierce, but he gave people a calm and steady look.

"The reincarnation of the foundation-building monk cannot remember his previous life. Even if he finds her again, she will be nothing more than a similar flower in the world."

"Senior brother."

"If you die."

"Will you...will transform into the Soul Banner and continue to serve the sect?"

Wu Rong raised his head, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he frowned again. Then he seemed to think of something and muttered: "Yes."

He did not explain the reason. Senior brother Zhou Xinglie once said that if he died, Wu Rong would steal his master's soul flag and take him in.

"If we use the secret method to reincarnate, in the next life we ​​can cultivate to the realm of Jindan Zhenren and awaken the wisdom of the previous life."
To be continued...