If you put yourself in others' shoes, think from their perspective.
Can I refuse Miao San's proposal?
In the intermission, all the gentlemen, including Wu Jinluan, can refuse Mao San's proposal?
I don't know.
At first, I understood Mao San's way of hunting, which was not simply killing, but intervening in the monk's obsession, helping him advance his own affairs that he couldn't complete and almost became his heart demon, which made the monk willingly sell himself.
The stronger the person's abilities, the deeper their obsessions.
Mao San's guess basically coincides with my judgment and He Youtian's.
Han Jin indeed has no desire to live after completing a series of things.
He is determined to die nobly.
Wouldn't it be a cherry on top to make things more perfect and perfect before death?
The choice is up to Han Jin himself; I cannot interfere.
Mao San understands this, and he is eager and impatient, which is why he proposes in front of all of us.
“What you said about things has indeed touched my heart a little, that's all.”
“What you can do, I can also do. The price isn't enough; I won't sell.”
Han Jin said, and poured another glass of wine for himself.
Mao San's forehead broke out in sweat, and his little eyes shone brightly.
"You can also do that?" He looked extremely puzzled.
"Is there anything else that moves me even more?" Han Jin asked counterclockwise.
For a moment, Mao San was speechless.
"The iron box is very uncomfortable; I want to rest for two days and also visit Changfeng Taoist Temple on the way, then set off," Han Jin turned to the main topic.
Xiang Ke, and the small Taoist by his side, only bowed after sitting down, and their faces looked much better.
I nodded slightly to Xiang Ke, indicating that he didn't need to be too eager.
Xiang Ke sighed softly, appearing even more composed.
"Luo Xian Shen, for the next two days, you don't need to worry about me. Come to this place in two days," Han Jin looked at me.
"Yes, Uncle Master," I acknowledged.
"Mao San, will you be traveling with me?" Han Jin's gaze fell upon Mao San.
"Refusing is not courteous." Mao San, with good emotional control, answered with a smile.
After the meal, I will take Wu Jinluan and others to leave.
Xu Jin had not gone up the stairs earlier, but had been waiting outside. After we left, Xu Jin approached with respect and said, "Master Luo, Mr. Wu, the monk and the layman are waiting for you at Youyangju."
Fe Fang seeing me is normal; if he didn't appear today, it would be strange.
The group arrived at the wood house in Youyangju, where the wine shop was quiet and not welcoming other guests. Fe Fang stood with his hands tied, slightly tilting his head forward and to the side, indicating that he would like us to sit down.
After a long time apart, it was obvious that Fe Fang and Xu Jin were both more unfamiliar with me.
Wu Jinluan and the others greeted Fe Fang with happy smiles, as they had experienced something similar in the previous action - they had all been in a difficult situation together.
After everyone took their seats, Fe Fang looked full of regret: "I thought the previous Master Luo was already an outstanding figure in the Daoist circle of the Yin and Yang realms. However, after a few more months, Master Luo has become even more famous. It's a pity that Juqu Mountain didn't listen to you and believed you. They wouldn't have ended up in this situation."
He Youtian asked Four Rules Mountain to spread the news of the eight houses to the other Daoist sects. With many people and many eyes in the Daoist world, including numerous outer disciples, this was equivalent to making their information public to the entire Yin and Yang realm.
Fe Fang knew this, which is why it's not surprising.
"It is not a disaster if it is fortune, and it cannot be avoided if it is a disaster. As for the sentence of Qu Mountain this time, how do we know it is not a blessing?" To some extent, Fe Fang can be considered as one of my own. Therefore, I said only half the story.
"How can we know it's not a blessing? This saying is a bit of an enigma. The immortals have all died, and even one was captured alive. As far as I know, there are only twenty or thirty orthodox Taoists left in the entire sect. The elders who oversee the temple have all taken the opportunity to return, and with the mixture of fish and dragons, although the number is considerable, their strength has plummeted completely. Without a few hundred years and several immortals emerging, they are doomed..."
"And... without true immortals guiding them, the succession will almost certainly be cut off, and how could it not?"
Fe Fang's face was full of bitterness and he didn't finish his sentence.
I smiled faintly, showing no intention of continuing the topic.
"True immortals will eventually die, and the succession will be restored. As long as the entire mountain gate discards distractions, unites in hatred, and stands together, it will take no more than a few hundred years."
Fe Fang still looked puzzled, hoping I would say more.
"You have a brain as hard as a piece of elm wood; how can it be like Xu Jin's, unable to understand? I've said quite clearly, but you still don't understand. I teach you how to do something, and you still don't get it."
Lao Gong suddenly appeared on my shoulder and whispered something to Fe Fang.
"Oh... I..." Fe Fang appeared very uncomfortable. Suddenly, his face became serious, and he mumbled to himself: "Does Master Luo's meaning imply that they will rise again soon? Does he mean that I should take this opportunity to build good relations with them?"
I still didn't confirm his words.
Fe Fang's uncertainty became faintly excited, "It's just like adding beauty to something that is already beautiful. Anyone can have it or not have it. But when it's like snow in the winter and giving someone warmth... that really makes people remember!" He exclaimed, "I understand now, Master Luo!"
Standing up, Fe Fang bowed deeply to me.
I indeed meant that.
Because Fe Fang still wanted to get closer to Tang Wubu before, Meng Fang was not face enough.
Given that Juqu Mountain currently needs external assistance, Meng Fang's initial investment will later yield the friendship of a Daoist sect. As long as Fei Fang grasps this, it is an opportunity, and the two can complement each other.
Only after Fei Fang sat down did he say something else.
Firstly, he mentioned Wei Yumen, whose current stronghold should be the original psychiatric center. The Wicked Beiluo Demons pose a significant threat to Jin Yang. However, Wei Yumen has not been seen casually and nothing significant has occurred as far as we know.
Fei Fang's implied meaning was to ask me whether or not to deal with Wei Yumen.
Although he didn't explicitly say it, we all understood his meaning.
And Wu Jinluan and the others appeared slightly tense and nervous.
"The Wicked Beiluo Demons, that's indeed a challenge. If we manage to subdue him, we will surely be famous throughout the region," said the master who had earlier told me about hearing the way in the morning and dying at night.
I'm almost familiar with his name. He is called He Lin'an.
This person also has strong decisiveness.
His boldness, to some extent, is even a bit greater than Wu Jinluan's.
It's like that everyone else is not saying anything, but he directly says what everyone else is thinking.
There is a problem here: Wu Jinluan doesn't know the extremely delicate relationship between me and Wei Yumen.
In the last encounter with the Plague Demon, Wei Yumen actually did a great favor for us.
Just, Tang Wu also reminded me not to forget how Wei Yumen grew up.
"Challenge? Challenge how many people can the dean of the clinic treat at the same time? So, remember to hang a number at the outpatient building.” Lao Gong looked somewhat dissatisfied and somewhat sarcastic: "The dean of the clinic, that's evil turned into righteousness. He has already attained enlightenment and is now enlightening others."
"Young people can be a bit impulsive, but they can't just go charging in blindly. Even I wouldn't want to clean up the mess for the dean of the clinic; I can only collect the bodies for you."
"And I was planning to visit the dean of the clinic and catch up with him. I still have to thank him for his help, after all." Lao Gong's words left everyone in amazement and even more silent.
