Red Heart Survey

There is nothing and no self, so there is no birth and no death.

—— "Bone without Life Sutra"

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Jiang Wang moved his feet and tried his best to suppress his restless mind. He must believe, and he can only believe Dong A.

In the restlessness of Tongtian Palace, he tried his best to keep calm.

Turning to the inner door dormitory, he greeted Ling He who lives alone. He repeatedly told him to be careful, but he didn't know what to remind him to be careful.

Ling He saw that something was wrong with him, but he didn't think too much about it, he just thought that it was because of the murders of Taoist disciples one after another, which made him uneasy.

He advised Jiang Wang not to think too much, saying that he would not accept the task for the next period of time, and let him go back and take a good rest for a few days. Get ready for the new year.

Finally, he patted Jiang Wang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The tiger will be back soon, let's drink together! Chinese New Year!"

This really made Jiang Wang laugh.

There is nothing better than a reunion.

"Hey! Let's drink together."

Jiang Wang left the dormitory and planned to go home.

He didn't leave directly through the back door today, but walked through the front door. Because I want to go around and pass by Zhao Rucheng's house, talk to Rucheng for a few words before going back.

He just wanted to talk to them because he was uneasy.

But there's really nothing concrete to say. It's nothing more than paying attention to safety and avoiding danger. But he didn't even know where the danger would come from, let alone how to avoid it.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and most of the Taoist disciples are still cultivating hard, or they are sharpening themselves after receiving the task, and there are not many pedestrians on the road in the Taoist temple.

Occasionally, there are a few of them, all of whom are high-spirited and full of vigor.

Just like the flourishing Fenglin City Taoist Temple today, the future has infinite light and possibilities.

If Dong A built a solid foundation for the Fenglin City Daoist Academy, then Zhu Weiwo became a flying banner for the Fenglin City Daoist Academy.

Many excellent cultivation seeds have already expressed their willingness to come here to practice.

Given time, the achievements of Fenglin City Dao Academy are limitless.

Looking at their smiling faces and feeling their spirit, Jiang Wang suddenly felt that he was ridiculous.

What am I afraid of?

he asked himself.

However, there was no answer, only the black candle bouncing back and forth, becoming more and more crazy.

The star-bound spirit snake has shrunk into a pie shape.

Jiang Wang then sat down on the stone steps in front of the Taoist statue, suppressed the trembling, and silently sorted out his mind.

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That remote courtyard in the Wang clan's field. The ivy has already retreated.

The sun was shining, the courtyard door was slightly closed, and the tranquility was as usual.

Wang Changxiang ran over excitedly, and only slowed down at the gate of the yard to calm down.

Among the freshmen of the county hospital this year, he and Li Jianqiu were not too bright when they were admitted to the hospital, but with the beginning of their studies, they are getting better and better.

Now they are all among the top ten freshmen in the county college.

Of course he didn't stop there. He is even confident of passing the next three-county league.

The future is good, the future is full of hope,

What made him even more happy was the reason why he was rushing back to the clan now.

Yesterday he completed a difficult task in the county courtyard, so he was given a bottle of secret medicine. This medicine is said to be able to widen the Tongtian Palace, and it also has the effect of dredging the channels.

The secret medicine that can broaden the Tongtian Palace is of course of great use to everyone. But for Wang Changxiang, being able to "drag the channel" is the reason why he is desperate for it.

He wasn't even sure that the medicine was effective for Wang Changji. He asked the instructor in the county courtyard, but the other party only said that it was possible.

But just "possible" is enough.

That's great!

Because in the past days, no matter who it is, after the inspection, the conclusion of Wang Changji is "impossible".

No hope, no possibility.

It was precisely because of this that his father completely gave up on his brother, and Wang Changji himself was disheartened.

It is not that there are no scenes of the two brothers playing together under their father's knees in memory. Although those fragments are few, they are precious and worth fighting for.

From City Daoyuan to County Daoyuan, he increased his cultivation, broadened his horizons, and saw more opportunities and possibilities.

Isn't it progress from "impossible" to "possible"?

He always felt that his elder brother was the learned, tall and warm person in his memory.

Compared with the brief time with his father, he spent more time growing up with his elder brother.

The father is more of the "patriarch", but the elder brother has assumed more of the "father".

Even if the whole world gave up on his elder brother, even if his elder brother gave up on himself, he would never give up.

This is the reason why he has come to this day.

Wang Changxiang couldn't wait for a moment, and the prudence that was praised in the past was not enough to help him.

As soon as he got the secret medicine, he rushed home, like a child eager to present a treasure.

Rushing through the night, returning home is like an arrow.

In half a day, rushing from Qinghe City to Fenglin City was faster than galloping horses.

There was no time to greet his parents, let alone other clansmen, so Wang Changxiang ran directly to his brother's small courtyard.

Stop at the gate of the courtyard.

"Be calm. Don't put too much pressure on it, and don't show too much hope."

Wang Changxiang told himself in his heart.

Because the greater the hope, the greater the despair.

The scene where Wang Changji swallowed the Kaimai Pill but there was no movement had already been deeply engraved in his heart. He would often think of his brother's desperate eyes when he dreamed back at midnight.

If the County Daoyuan has no choice, there is also the National Daoyuan. If the State Council has no other way, there are other countries. Even... there is Yujing Mountain.

There is always a future, and there is always hope.

Wang Changxiang finally adjusted his breathing, gently opened the courtyard door, and stepped into the small courtyard.

The small courtyard was empty, and there was no familiar figure on the reclining chair.

And right in front of him, in the courtyard, on top of the blue bricks.

"Lying on its back" is an orange cat.

It's not accurate to say lie on your back.

Because the fat orange cat was completely dismembered on the ground.

The cat's head, limbs, including the tail, are neatly stacked. As if they could still be put together.

It's a tangerine.

The short-tempered and arrogant Xiaoju. It is the fat orange cat that Wang Changji regards as a treasure and takes good care of it.

Wang Changxiang panicked all of a sudden.

His Dao heart cannot be stabilized.

Even the Taoism was forgotten for a while, and he stumbled and ran to the back room: "Brother! Brother!"

"Wang Changji!" he shouted.

He vaguely heard a faint response, the voice seemed to come from Wang Changji's bedroom.

Wang Changxiang ran desperately to the bedroom, Dao Yuan surged up, bringing him a steady stream of strength.

At this time he finally heard the voice.

That was indeed Wang Changji's voice.

That voice was full of anxiety, rage, and viciousness...

That was an emotion Wang Changxiang had never seen in his elder brother.

Even when he tore up his beloved book when he was a child, he just warned himself gently not to do so.

Even after he became an adult, he suffered all kinds of neglect and resentment, he just turned around lightly and told himself, let them go.

But at this moment, that voice was so piercing, violent, and even desperate.

The voice shouted—

"Wang Changxiang!"

"Wang Changxiang!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

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