A thought of love arises, eternal entanglement. 

The scene shifted, and ten years later, a plague raged in the human world. Xian Jue was once again ordered to go down the mountain to eliminate the plague, only to find that the once happy four-generation family of the young man was now left with only him alone. 

The once high-spirited young man was now full of white hair. 

He carried a hoe and dug graves on the mountain, crying as he dug and asking him, “Daoist, why is the human world so bitter? Is living just to overcome tribulations?” 

“I work hard every day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. My wife is diligent and thrifty, so we can barely maintain the livelihood of our family. Although life is difficult, we can still find joy in hardship. But a plague took them all away. Since human life is so fragile, why leave me alone in the world?” 

He couldn’t help but burst into tears. 

“Leaving you alive is perhaps because you still have an unfinished mission.” 

Meng Qingyu said as a matter of course. 

But the young man turned his head and glanced at him. Even after a hundred years had passed, Xian Jue still couldn’t forget the sharpness and desolation contained in that deep glance. 

“Does Daoist still want to persuade me to go up the mountain to practice?” 

His tone was full of mockery and sarcasm. 

Meng Qingyu was a little puzzled. He had never been able to empathize, “You have no more worries…” 

“What a ‘no more worries’!” 

The young man threw down the hoe in his hand and let out a long cry to the sky, his voice full of sadness and weariness. 

Later, he promised him that he would follow him up the mountain after he buried his relatives, but on the second day after burying his relatives, he jumped off a cliff. 

Before leaving, his face was covered in blood, and he crawled at Meng Qingyu’s feet, sobbing. 

“Daoist, the love in this world, once it happens, can never be treated as if it never happened. A thought of love arises, eternal entanglement. I only hope that in the next life I can have no worries, concentrate on the Tao, and get out of this sea of suffering…” 

Xian Jue’s heart felt slightly swollen. 

In the next life, the young man really got his wish, with no worries, and became Gu Yu, who was devoted to the Tao, but he didn’t know if it was really what he wanted. 

A thought of love arises, eternal entanglement. 

Xian Jue had remembered these eight words for a long time, but he couldn’t understand them no matter what. He would only remember the woman who made him break his vow of chastity with a thought of love. 

When parting, Gu Yu scratched the back of his head and bowed his hands a little embarrassedly. 

“Uncle, to be ashamed, my master Qingmingzi saw that I had wisdom before he took me up the mountain, but I have only reached the foundation building stage after fifty years of cultivation. I am really ashamed of the appreciation that the master’s school had for me back then. Originally, I was not qualified to go to Luohe Town to eliminate demons with you, but because I had been stationed in Luohe Town for a long time to practice, and I was very familiar with the terrain and customs, that’s why I got this opportunity. I hope Uncle will forgive me for tomorrow’s trip.” 

Xian Jue knew that people had different speeds of enlightenment, and comforted him, “As long as you are devoted to the Tao, you don’t have to worry about the rest.” 

“Thank you, Uncle. If you need anything tonight, you can send me a message at any time.” 

With that, Gu Yu respectfully handed over a sound transmission talisman. 

Xian Jue waved his sleeve and took it, turned around and sat down on the futon at the tea table to close his eyes and practice. 

The lattice door was gently closed with a “squeak” sound. It wasn’t until he heard Gu Yu’s receding footsteps gradually disappear that Xian Jue suddenly opened his eyes and summoned the sound transmission talisman of his uncle Wuyouzi from the Qiankun bag. 

The Wuyouzi, who was half-drunk and leaning against the vine tree trunk, pretending to be asleep, noticed that “Meng Qingyu’s” sound transmission talisman was lit, and instantly woke up from his drunken stupor, with a look of seeing a ghost, and almost staggered and fell from the tree. 

Didn’t this kid ascend four hundred years ago? 

He put on a look as if he was facing a formidable enemy and responded, “Who is it?” 

“Uncle, it’s me, Meng Qingyu.” 

Hearing the familiar voice, Wuyouzi’s drunken eyes widened, and he incredulously opened the sensor, using his spiritual sense to explore and confirm that he was indeed an old friend, and became even more annoyed in his heart. 

“Good, Meng Qingyu, you haven’t even ascended to the Celestial Realm for half a year, and you have violated the rules of heaven and been demoted? I haven’t seen you so unsteady before?…” 

He scolded him without distinguishing right from wrong. 

Xian Jue: Can’t you think of me in a good way? 

He could only patiently explain, “Uncle, I have come to the mortal world this time to settle a debt of love.” 

Wuyouzi frowned and understood, “Is it the woman named Bai Yu?” 

Xian Jue nodded and said, “Exactly.” 

Wuyouzi was embarrassed and speechless, without the expected surprise, and rarely became serious, “Have you found her?” 

“Yes, I have found her reincarnation. I came here this time to use Uncle’s disciple Xian Jue’s identity to act in the Wuji Sect.” 

“Good you kid, you know how to take advantage of loopholes.” 

Wuyouzi’s whereabouts were uncertain, and the disciples he accepted were even more unverifiable, making it easy to impersonate and easy to play on his own. 

Wuyouzi took out the wine pot and took a big gulp of wine, not knowing who he was saying it to, “It seems that even if you attain enlightenment and ascend, you still can’t escape the word ‘love’.” 

“It’s a debt, not love.” 

Xian Jue corrected. 

He could be very sure of his intentions, he had no affection for either Bai Yu or Liuli. 

“You’re just being stubborn, if you really have no affection, why pay the debt.” 

Wuyouzi’s slightly drunk voice was particularly harsh. 

Xian Jue’s breathing became heavier, and he didn’t want to argue, so he stopped the topic and talked about his recent experiences. 

While speaking, Wuyouzi’s sound transmission talisman from Wuhuanzi in his Qiankun bag also lit up, and he couldn’t help laughing, “Senior brother is really talking about Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.” 

“Then I will have to trouble Uncle.” 

Xian Jue lowered his head to thank him, thinking that the Wuji Sect’s actions were really fast, and he guessed that the two Daoist friends had quickly sent a sound transmission to the Wuji Sect as soon as they separated from him. 

Wuyouzi was used to being casual, and his aura was always incompatible with the rigid Wuhuanzi. After a few words confirmed that Xian Jue was Wuyouzi’s disciple, the two’s sound transmission talismans went out. 

“This old stubborn, still as unapproachable as before.” 

Wuyouzi looked at the dimmed sound transmission talisman and couldn’t help but secretly compose, he couldn’t even remember the last time he contacted him was hundreds of years ago. 

Just as he was in a trance, a familiar cold fragrance came, and a woman in blue with a veil on her face appeared in front of him, lightly tapping her toes. 

She stood with her back to him, facing the moon at the end of the vine tree branch. The huge round moon became the background for her graceful figure. The evening breeze lifted her flowing skirt, and she tilted her head slightly, her profile like a god’s carving. 

“Meng Qingyu has come down to the mortal world?” 

Her voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, with a hint of coldness. 

Presumably she had heard all the conversations just now. Wuyouzi changed his usual smiling face, waved his sleeve, and a moon-white long shirt shone with cold light, standing side by side with her at the end of the branch. 

Under the full moon, two elegant and slender figures stood side by side, the breeze fluttering, otherworldly and detached. 

Wuyouzi lowered his voice and said, “Yes, not only has he changed his identity, but he has also discovered Liuli, but he doesn’t seem to have discovered that Liuli is Bai Yu.” 

The blue-clothed woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, “But don’t let him ruin things.” 

The next day, as soon as it dawned, Xian Jue, Zhu Nanshi, Ji Changfeng, and Gu Yu had packed up and, after a simple breakfast prepared by Gu Yu, flew to Luohe Town on their swords. 

Perhaps because they had confirmed his identity last night, Zhu Nanshi and Ji Changfeng were obviously much closer to Xian Jue. 

The four formed a diamond-shaped sword formation, standing with their hands behind their backs on the swords. The oncoming clouds were cut out by the sword energy into a semicircular aura formation. Even though the scenery under their feet changed rapidly, the clothes of the few people remained motionless. 

Gu Yu led the way, Zhu Nanshi and Ji Changfeng stood side by side on the left and right, and Xian Jue was at the end, which was also the position that saved the most spiritual power. 

But Gu Yu, who was always familiar with the route, had several wrong landing points, and thought that his memory was not good and he had remembered the wrong road. 

“Luohe Town has been set up with a barrier.” 

Ji Changfeng calculated with his fingers, his expression solemn. 

Setting up barriers and hiding areas are not uncommon spells, but if they were low-level spells, they couldn’t have noticed them now. It must be a high-level cultivator who cast the spell to be so imperceptible. 

Hearing this, Zhu Nanshi summoned a tracking talisman from the Qiankun bag and was about to light it, but Xian Jue stopped him, “No need to bother.” 

Tracking talismans consume a lot of spiritual power and have little effect on barriers. 

Xian Jue summoned the Soul-Tracking Lamp from the Qiankun bag. In an instant, a lotus lamp with a bright wick and a gorgeous shape appeared in Xian Jue’s palm. He raised his eyes and said slowly to Gu Yu. 

“Gu Yu, can you clearly remember the face of someone who must be in Luohe Town now?” 

“Of course.” 

Gu Yu answered readily. 

“Come, hold it, clear your spiritual platform, and only think of that person’s face.” 

Xian Jue handed the lamp to Gu Yu while setting up a barrier to encompass the four of them. 

“Okay.” 

Gu Yu took the lamp, closed his eyes and held his breath to recall. 

In just three breaths, the bright yellow wick burned more and more fiercely until it went out. The surroundings darkened, and then lit up again. The four were already in front of a tea house. A strong fragrance of osmanthus came, shocking their minds. 

Next to the tea house stood a sign, engraved with “Luohe Town this way.” 

Xian Jue looked at the old woman who was busy in the tea house and said to Gu Yu, “Is it her you were thinking of?” 

“Exactly.” 

Gu Yu then smiled and called out to the tea house, “Grandma Chen!” 

There is such a magic weapon? 

Zhu Nanshi and Ji Changfeng couldn’t help but hold their breath and showed surprise. As expected, he was a disciple of Wuyouzi, who was known as the “genius saint”. The two even had three more points of respect for Wuyouzi. 

“It’s Gu Yu, the sun is strong outside, come in and sit!” 

Chen Apo, dressed in neat old clothes, had a kind smile and kept waving to the few people. 

She was no stranger to the Wuji Sect disciples, all of whom were young men with high martial arts skills and kind hearts, which were likable. 

But when the three walked in, she couldn’t help but gasp. 

She originally thought that Gu Yu was already considered handsome in these ten miles and eight villages, but these three were even more handsome, and they had an extraordinary demeanor, with the appearance of immortals, especially the one at the head. 

Chen Apo operated a tea house in this post station and was knowledgeable. Even the most handsome young men, after looking at them a few more times, could always see some shortcomings. If the facial features were too strong, each one was outstanding, and the appearance would inevitably have conflicts and be uncoordinated. If the appearance was excellent, the facial features were often more plain.