Chang Boning looked up, feeling very confused and uneasy: "Master——"

"Before leaving, I will try my best to do everything for you." Xiaoyaojun raised his hand and gently pressed a folding fan on his lips. "All the same things must be explained to Feng Ling."

Chang Boning was a little confused: "Master, shouldn't you chase Dingyou first? He ran away from the 'Legend of World', and no one found his body..."

Xiaoyaojun looked at his gentle and innocent disciple and said, "Dingyou will die or not, it is not the most important thing for Ruju. I only care. After this matter, the revenge of the Taoist demon will last for at least twenty years. During this period, Rujuju, if Ruju falls into the demon, what will you do?"

All Taoist priests who came out of the "remaining world" were all in agreement, and they were all intent, focusing on how Feng Rugu protected them before they were captured. However, they skipped the situation in prison, as if Feng Rugu was cut off. It was because he killed too many demons in order to protect the Taoist fellow Taoists, which led to Ding You's crazy revenge.

Because of this, Chang Boning knew nothing about the situation in the prison and only thought that Ding You hated Feng Ruju and killed him, so he attacked him with this murderous attack.

He said: "Even if you fall into a demon, it will still be the same as before. What's more, if you have deep kindness to them, they shouldn't say much. I, Fengling, will support him for the rest of my life, without worrying outsiders."

Xiaoyao Jun laughed meaningfully: "Boning, Boning."

Chang Boning: "…Master?"

Xiaoyaojun: "Your heart is so clean."

Chang Boning guessed that he might be too naive and said something stupid, so he bowed his head obediently and prepared to be trained: "Boning knows he is ignorant, so please give me advice."

Xiaoyaojun did not accuse him of any of it.

"You are so good. I have no advice for you. Master wishes you will be like this all your life, don't grow up, don't change." Xiaoyaojun looked at him with all his heart, as if he saw another familiar figure like a bright moon and a breeze on him, "Let's do it, wait until it gets better, I will tell him directly."

Inside the room, Meng Chongguang peeled oranges with petals on the side of the bed, with an expression of nothing to do with him.

Master and senior brother have left, and Feng Rugu can finally ask his thoughts: "Master, do you think I am useless?"

Meng Chongguang's little intention, caring and obedient, have always been towards his master Xiaoyaojun. The moods and feelings of others have never been worthy of being taken to him.

He said directly: "Yes. All your spiritual power needs to be sealed in the meridians and cannot be used anymore."

Feng Rugu said "yes" and was quite calm.

He knew that he had a long time to accept this fact and did not have to rush to collapse at this moment.

Meng Chongguang glanced at Feng Rugu, lowered his head to remove the thin white colour of the orange: "If you want, I can do it quietly and kill one or two of them."

Feng Rugu: "Who are you?"

"Those Taoist boys." Meng Chongguang said, "Don't tell me, those boys have never pushed you out to block the arrows. - The wounds on your body are all caused by Taoist weapons, but those who bring heavy gifts and come to thank the door without even mentioning it. Avoiding not talking about it must be guilty. The senior brother is not stupid, he has a clear mind in his heart."

Feng Rugu: "What's the use of killing them?"

Meng Chongguang didn't blink for a moment: "Exhaust."

Feng Rugu laughed: "Thank you, Master's wife."

"Mo Xie. It's not for you, it's because they make the senior brother unhappy." Meng Chongguang left a plate of peeled oranges and stood up and said, "Lying down so hard. I'll ask Boning to come in and accompany you."

Feng Rugu lay down as he said.

He knew that the master's wife had always been evil in nature, and this statement was by no means false.

But he also knew that the master would not allow his wife to do this.

If he had not been infected by the demonic energy, his master would have been known to everyone in the world for his suffering for the Taoist children. Regardless of his mother's face, his disciple could not bear the blame for others and would not have a good reputation.

But now I am infected with the devil, the situation is very different.

The world's anti-demons have become a great trend.

If everyone knows that Feng Rugu has suffered devils for a group of Taoist peers, there will be only two possibilities.

The first is endless sympathy and respect.

And Feng Ruyuan would live in a corner of Fengling with such sympathy and respect, be a useless person who is pity for life, and end this life.

Second, he can only enjoy a brief sympathy and respect. Over time, he will become a thorn in the Taoist sect and a carbuncle in Fengling.

After the great tide of demon-killing, the Taoist sects were at its peak, and everyone wanted to hold on to the Taoist sect and become a true famous sect.

At that time, Feng Ruyuan, who is contaminated by the demon, will be transformed into a demon cultivator at any time, and will become an excellent excuse to attack Feng Ling.

How can there be demons in the immortal realm?

As for how this demon was planted, who would care more?

Then, the best way is to hide this matter and let Feng Rugu retreat behind the scenes, add a halo and be respected by thousands of people.

At least in this way, he does not have to live in suffocating mercy, and there are still people who respect him, fear him, and fear him.

When people talk about him, they will not lament and say "that pitiful" but "that hero".

Since you want to be a hero, you must do it purely. If the ugly behavior of those Taoist children is made public, there will inevitably be controversy and turmoil within the Taoist sect, and the favors you get with flesh and blood will be greatly reduced.

If Feng Rugu is still the same as Feng Rugu, he will not care about this kind of favor. If he loses it, he will lose it and tear it apart.

But now he has no power to protect himself, and human favors have become the best barrier to protect him.

If he was not wrong, Xiaoyao Jun would personally visit the Taoist sects that received his favor from each family and beat them one by one, thus firmly stabilizing this favor.

However, for Feng Rugu himself, he currently has only two options: a glorious waste and a poor waste.

Feng Rugu knew that thinking about these troublesome trivial matters would not help him recover, so he simply threw them out first and focused on Chang Boning.

While he was recovering from his injuries, the people who came to visit him almost broke through the threshold of Fengling. Feng Rugu saw him as soon as he wanted to see him, and some people, Feng Rugu was too lazy to take a look, so they pretended to be seriously injured and avoided him.

Someone has also come to Danyang Peak.

The monkey of the Moon holds a whisk and wears a red dress. He is a person who is as bright as a jade tree. He cares about his body and gives him elixirs and ginseng, with a gentle attitude and gentleness.

It was not until before leaving that Zhiyuejun asked the question he wanted to know most: "Ru Yuan, do you know where Jing'er has gone?"

In the past, Feng Rugu would definitely make fun of Han Jing when he heard the title of "Jing'er".

Now, because there is no one to make fun of, he can only shake his head.

Feng Rugu didn't know where Han Jing went, but he heard that the reason why Master was able to confirm the general position of the "Li Shi" after it was completely closed was because of a flashing "ghost fire".

At first, the "ghost fire" was discovered by several ordinary villagers. They only regarded it as an ordinary supernatural thing and did not put it in their hearts.

It was not until a fellow Taoist in Fengling happened to meet this ball of light and accidentally discovered that this ball of "ghost fire" did not exist in this world, but came through and shone through that world, and became suspicious and passed on the news, so that he could find the "remaining world" place.

This ball of light seemed to be inside the "Liang World", and there was a person passing messages to the outside world and guiding the way.

As for who the transmitter is, it is unknown.

After Yuejun left with his worries, Jing Sanchai came again.

He said that he was leaving the Taoist sect and might not come to Fengling often in the future, but he would definitely come.

Feng Rugu knew why he left, so he didn't ask much or try to keep him. He just smiled and said, "The tobacco leaves you sent last time are quite effective in analgesic. Can you send some more?"

His pain not only stays on the skin that was being cut. Once the demonized pain occurs, it is no less than frying and cooking oil.

At this time, sucking some bamboo tobacco leaves made of Yanhulu will make you feel better in your body and heart.

After Feng Rugu's body flesh grew again under the elixir and formed ugly blood scabs, Chang Boning began to write a seven-color seal on him.

It was not until this time that Chang Boning realized who the child was driven out of the door by him.

After learning the truth, he regretted it: "As it the same, sorry, I really don't know... I will send someone to inquire about his whereabouts immediately. Once there is news, I will pick him up immediately."

Feng Rugu had already learned from Jing Sanchai that his little Hongchen had entered Hanshan Temple safely and soundly, and a big rock in his heart fell to the ground.

"What are you going to take him back?" Feng Rugu lay on the bed, with the light and shadow left by the dry ink on his back, which looked very confusing. "Let him follow a useless person? What else can I teach him?"

Chang Boning felt very heartbroken: "As usual, don't say that to yourself."

"There is nothing I can give him except one home." Feng Rugu murmured, "But, senior brother, do you know that the reason why he has no home is because he is harmed by the devil. In the future, I really fall into a demon... I believe he will fall into a demon with me."

Chang Boning said: "I won't give you the chance to be possessed. Besides, even if he is willing to follow you, this is the path he chose, and you can't choose for him."

Feng Rugu said: "This shouldn't be the way he chose. He had no choice for me. Just like that, he already has a new home, and I should be at ease."

Chang Boning pursed his lips, stopped talking, lowered his head and drew the green veins of the lotus leaves on his back.

He couldn't believe that there would be another person in this world who was willing to do everything for Feng Rugu, and Feng Rugu valued it this way, understood and cherished it.

He was almost a little jealous.

"It's great." Feng Rugu said to himself, holding a book of the Lotus Sutra, "Buddhist cultivation of nature is born in such a place, and he is good and lacking in nature. If he is with me, he will probably be taught to become another evil path. In Buddhism, he will live better than being with me... certainly."

Speaking of this, he felt a little sad and said, "Senior Brother, please write a letter to Hanshan Temple on my behalf...... Use my handwriting."

Chang Boning paused: "Okay. What do you want to write?"

Feng Rugu buried his face in his arms, thought for a while, and said, "...just just one sentence. 'Give me your heart to others'."

His little Hongchen should not be indulged in only one person.

He had a whole world to explore, and the world of Feng Ruyuan left only a secluded courtyard, a prison called "Silent Water Flowing Deep".

After his master ascended to the immortals, he won the title of Yunzhongjun and became one of the youngest lords in the Taoist sect.

But this eldest son could not even easily get out of the "still water flowing deep" because he could not be sure whether the young and energetic disciple would want to practice sword skills with Yun Zhongjun.

The sunlight was like a fish, swimming from the east window to the west window, he listened to his breathing and sat for a day.

Occasionally he would wonder if Xiao Hongchen was waiting for him like this, from the rising sun to the setting sun.

He was very sorry for him.
To be continued...