One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 433 Goodbye
Wen Bo no longer looks like the young boy he used to be. He has become a mature, steady, and dignified middle-aged man.

He had a black beard and his hair was tied up, but Zhao Fuyun could see the gray in his hair at a glance.

Zhao Fuyun could tell what the other party's cultivation level was from the intensity of the Dharma light on his body.

The Dharma light on Wen Bo's body is more intense than that of the foundation-building cultivator. It is golden-white, but it is also mixed with a hint of earthy yellow.

At just one glance, Zhao Fuyun realized that he had failed in establishing his government.

The golden white color is the golden evil when building the foundation, and the earthy yellow is the Tian Gang when opening the mansion, but obviously the mansion could not be opened and it failed.

"You are, Senior Brother Zhao... Oh, no, it's Senior Brother Fuyun." Wen Bo probably remembered that Zhao Fuyun said in Tiandu Mountain that he had abandoned the surname Zhao and only took the two words "Fuyun" as his Taoist name.

Of course, Zhao Fuyun abandoned Zhao and took "Fuyun" as his Taoist name. At the beginning, only the high-level cultivators in Tiandu Mountain knew this, but people who cared about him would always ask about it, and thus they were able to learn about some of his deeds.

Although we don't know what happened exactly, we know that his Taoist name in the mountains is "Fuyun".

"Senior Brother Fuyun, where have you been all these years?" Wen Bo came forward quickly. Over the years, he and his sister Wen Xun often talked about Zhao Fuyun. They would fall silent and sometimes sigh. In their hearts, Zhao Fuyun might have died.

There were many Jindan cultivators who died outside Tiandu Mountain, and many who never returned. Among the unfamiliar people, it would not be many if there was another Zhao Fuyun lost in the darkness.

Only those who truly care will feel heartache and regret, and will miss you in the dead of night.

The constable who came in with him stared at the scene in a daze. He did not know Zhao Fuyun, but from this scene he knew that the county magistrate had met a fellow disciple.

Zhao Fuyun smiled and said, "I went for a walk in the darkness."

"I knew you must have gone into the darkness. It's so dangerous in the darkness. I hope you can come back."

Wen Bo looked much older than Zhao Fuyun, but from Zhao Fuyun's second Yuanying Taishan strongman, one could sense the accumulation of years.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun felt the long-lost care.

"Wen Xun said that she must form the golden elixir and then go to find you in the darkness."

"I almost couldn't come back." Zhao Fuyun said with a smile. For some reason, he felt a sense of fear when he said this. He was not afraid when he entered the Polar Night Sky, and he was not afraid when he entered the Hall of Rebirth.

When he was trapped there, he was just thinking about various ways to get out, but he was not afraid. However, when he heard old friends asking about the past and felt their concern, he suddenly felt a little scared.

As the saying goes, if you have no worries, you will not fear life or death.

"Where is Wenxun?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"She practices in that temple all day long," Wen Bo said.

"Then let's go to her place." Zhao Fuyun's mood became a little more lively again.

"Okay." Wen Bo immediately led the way, first out of the courtyard, and headed towards the Jiuquwu River.

Zhao Fuyun followed behind him, and the stone road under his feet was not much different from the past.

Everything here seems to be very slow; the mountains, forests, houses, population changes, etc. all seem to have stopped in that year.

In such a world, apart from the changes in the celestial phenomena, everything else seems to remain unchanged.

This piece of land remains unchanged, only the people living on it are changing one after another. Death and rebirth are repeated here in cycles. It seems like a drama of the cycle of life and death is being performed here.

Wen Bo pointed at various places, explaining who lived there in the past. When he mentioned those names, Zhao Fuyun vaguely matched some of the names with the people he had met in the past.

So-and-so, what kind of ghost did he raise? What kind of poison is this family good at?

He pointed to an abandoned house and said that the family there was raising golden silkworms. Although they still have descendants, no one is willing to live in that house anymore. He pointed to a house in the distance that had no doors or windows and looked short, and said, "That was the most famous corpse-raising house back then..."

Zombies, poisonous insects, taming beasts, and controlling ghosts are the traditional skills here.

Although many people now follow the orthodox method of Qi training, these have not been abandoned.

After all, these things are still very useful in this mountain range.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in front of the Red Flame Temple.

The Chiyan Temple has undergone many changes compared to the past. Originally there was only one Chiyan Temple, but now there are buildings at the bottom of the hillside.

At the foot of the hill, at the intersection, there was a temple called Wu Ze Temple. Zhao Fuyun took a look inside and saw a red-painted statue of the God of Fire, with the God sitting in the main seat and other statues on both sides.

These statues exist in the form of little ghost guardians.

Wen Bo saw the doubt in Zhao Fuyun's heart and immediately said, "Over the years, the imperial court's trend of conferring titles on demons has spread here. After the people in the county learned about it, they came here again and again, hoping to offer some of the things they wanted. Because I was impatient, I discussed it with Wen Xun and agreed, so we built this temple."

Zhao Fuyun could understand and imagine it.

He walked in to see what was going on.

In front of every altar, there is a tablet with the name of the god on it.

A strange name of a god. Zhao Fuyun looked around and could feel the faint power of incense and vows from the statue.

Zhao Fuyun didn't say much and didn't express any opinion on this situation.

Every place has its own traditions and customs.

He left the Wu Ze Temple and headed towards the hillside. There were some houses built on the hillside, and many people were walking in and out of them.

The originally lonely Red Flame Temple was now a little crowded with people.

When Zhao Fuyun walked up the hillside, he saw the Red Flame Temple, which was similar to the one he remembered, and there were houses on both sides of this temple.

Among them were young people, some who looked younger, and some teenagers. When they saw Wen Bo, they all bowed and called him "Sir".

They didn't know Zhao Fuyun, but because Wen Bo was there, they bowed together.

No one stopped him, and no one wanted to report it. It was probably because Wen Bo came more often, or maybe Wen Xun had given instructions that there was no need to report it.

Zhao Fuyun headed towards the Chiyan Temple in his memory.

When he left here, he killed a centipede monster.

When he walked into the Red Flame Temple, his original memories suddenly reappeared before his eyes.

Looking at the Chiyan statue in front of him, he, who was once at the Xuanguan realm, practiced here and built his foundation here. In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and the statue is still there, but the world has changed. Most of the people who once came and went here are dead.

Things and people are different.

Looking back at his hometown, the most regrettable thing is that his hometown remains the same, but he has become gray-haired. Zhao Fuyun does not have gray hair, but his heart has become more vicissitudes of life.

Zhao Fuyun went towards the courtyard at the back and felt clearly that Wen Xun was practicing in the room where he lived in the past.

"Brother, I'll go call Wen Xun out." Wen Bo said.

(End of this chapter)