Sandalwood curls up.

There is white smoke slowly spreading in the sight.

Yingqian knelt down and sat next to Du Yan.

And just three steps in front of them, there was an old monk sitting cross-legged.

The old monk half-opened his eyes.

His turbid eyesight lightly swept over Yingqian.

An old, hoarse voice left his throat and floated in Yingqian's ears.

"Is this the girl?"

"yes."

Du Yan responded and looked sideways at Ying Qian.

From his eyes, there was an extremely soft light passing by.

The old monk sighed deeply.

You can't miss Du Yan's reaction.

"The tribulation of love is the most difficult to overcome. I knew you would encounter this tribulation in your life, but I didn't expect that you would be trapped in it and find it difficult to escape."

"I have experienced this, and I feel ashamed of my master's teachings, but..."

Du Yan paused and said again:

"My heart has been set. Even if the future is a sea of ​​swords and fire, I will still go through this journey with her!"

The old monk frowned.

He shook his head twice.

Obviously he doesn't agree with Du Yan's decision.

After all, he couldn't bear to let his most outstanding disciple fall deeply in love, so he advised again:

"Do you know that once you leave, your surroundings will become a hell and fall into a sea of ​​suffering. When the time comes, there will be no way back for you. Du Yan, you understand cause and effect, but you still have to be stubborn and refuse to look back.

Take the bright road?"

"yes."

Without any hesitation, Du Yan held Yingqian's hand tightly and said:

"Whether it's hell or sea, I am the one who is willing to do it."

"you..."

The old monk was really unconvinced.

There is no other way.

He watched Du Yan grow up with his own eyes, how could he not know how stubborn Du Yan is.

Before making a decision.

It can also make him think more carefully.

At that time, there was still opportunity.

But once Du Yan made a choice.

It will never waver.

Even if the sky falls and the earth falls.

He will also be with Yingqian.

"Do you know that if you leave, you will abandon the teacher and you will never come back again."

The old monk shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. A shocking cold light suddenly shot out from his originally cloudy eyes. He shouted:

"Seriously, you won't look back?!"

"yes."

"What if you never come back?"

"I will never come back."

One question and one answer.

But it seemed to consume all the energy in the old monk's body.

He closed his eyes again, hunched over, and looked a little sluggish, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

The old monk sighed, waved his hands and said:

"Now that you have made up your mind, then... let's go."

"Thank you, Master."

Du Yan bowed and saluted.

He took off the rosary beads from his wrist and brought them to the old monk.

"Disciple is incompetent. This time I went to the capital and did not bring down the monster."

"No matter how much I spend my whole life cultivating, I can't pursue that monster. You can achieve this, which is far better than being a teacher. As for this teacher's relic, since I have chosen you, you will keep it.

Bar."

The old monk shook his head, took a breath, and then said again:

"Only in your hands can it be put to great use. If you hold it and find the demon, you will be worthy of your master."

Du Yan lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"yes."

"Let's go, let's go."

The old monk seemed extremely tired.

He waved his hands to them and closed his eyes.

Du Yan took Ying Qian's hand and bowed to the old monk before turning around and retreating.

Yingqian's face looked confused from beginning to end.

She was brought here inexplicably.

In the end, nothing seemed to happen, I just listened to a conversation.

After all, the old monk was unwilling, so Du Yan gave up his spiritual path and walked into the world of mortals with her.

But Duyan's mind has been made up.

No matter what, he will never leave Yingqian.

How could the old monk not know how stubborn the disciple he single-handedly looked after was.

Even if you don't want to.

There is no other way.

Du Yan never let go of Ying Qian's hand.

When I walked to the entrance of the temple, I saw a group of monks standing in front of the door, all with expressions of reluctance.

"Senior brother..."

Chong is afraid of standing in the front.

The eye sockets were slightly red.

He knew that if Du Yan left, he might never come back again.

Du Yan has found something more important than practice.

"You witch!"

Chong was afraid of wiping his eyes, giving Yingqian a hard look, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"If you dare to let down my senior brother, look at me..."

He glanced at Du Yan, but he didn't dare to continue to be aggressive.

Together with other senior brothers, they sent Du Yan and Ying Qian away from the mountain gate.

They also wanted to follow the ones further away.

But Du Yan paused, looked back, and said:

"Go back."

"Senior brother..."

"Senior brother, remember to come back and see us!"
To be continued...