This monk is a bit mean

"It seems that the great calamity of the inner demon is coming..." Yun Shu said lightly with a sneer on his face.

What he prepared most for this promotion to the God Transformation Realm was how to deal with the calamity of his inner demons.

That is his trump card, the "Dream-Breaking Arhat Technique".

Yunshu was very decisive. After entering this fairy-like and hazy world, he lay down and fell asleep directly without waiting for the illusion in this dreamland to appear.

Thousands of miles away, in a dark underground secret room, Yunhai, a fat monk with an extremely haggard expression, was constantly making hand gestures and casting spells.

In front of him was a small brown bottle.

In the small bottle, there is a world where Yunshu is sleeping soundly.

The fat monk Yunhai's magic spells were injected into the small bottle.

The illusions created by these spells turned into wisps of light smoke and disappeared when they came within three meters of the cloud tree.

Monk Yunhai was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "What's going on? What's going on? What kind of magic weapon did this kid use?"

This small brown bottle is a treasure that Monk Yunhai obtained at a great cost.

He can use it to influence Yunshu's inner demon catastrophe, thus causing Yunshu to go astray.

But what he didn't know was that Yun Shu had just learned the "Dream-Breaking Arhat Technique" which was specifically designed to deal with the great calamity of the inner demon.

He sent all the illusions produced by the great calamity of his inner demons into his own dreams.

In Yunshu’s dream.

He saw a monk who looked exactly like him, lying with his eyes closed in a dilapidated temple west of Chang'an City.

His face was extremely pale, and the life force in his body was slowly draining away.

It was obvious that the monk was seriously injured.

Standing next to him was a thin female Taoist priest wearing a patched Taoist robe.

The female Taoist priest looks exactly like Fang Qingyi.

She looked extremely haggard at this time.

She was carefully dripping a drop of blood from her fingertips into the monk's brow.

After the essence and blood dripped into his forehead, a red light flashed on the face of the sleeping monk, and his vitality was restored a little.

After the female Taoist priest finished doing this, she sat quietly beside the monk for a long time.

Afterwards, footsteps were heard outside the ruined temple.

The female Taoist sighed softly, stood up and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

Outside the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged Taoist priest who looked somewhat similar to Meng Decai walked up to the female Taoist priest.

He looked at the Taoist priestess's haggard face with some pity, and said, "Qingyi, you can't go on like this, alas..."

"Master, Senior Brother Jueyun's vitality has been slipping away. Now this is the only way I can think of..." The female Taoist named Qingyi replied calmly.

"You will die if you continue like this!" the middle-aged Taoist said anxiously.

"If he can be saved, then he's dead!" Qing Yi's expression was indifferent.

"Alas..." The middle-aged Taoist sighed deeply, then threw a medicine bottle to the female Taoist priest, turned around, shook his head, and left the dilapidated temple.

The Taoist priestess in green took the medicine bottle, opened it and took a look. She was startled, then raised her head quickly and said in a grateful tone: "Master, what are you doing..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand without even turning his head, and said, "I am incompetent, so I only found these..."

"Thank you, Master!" The female Taoist priest bowed towards the back of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and left the dilapidated temple.

A year has passed.

The female Taoist priest Qingyi would come to the ruined temple once a day and drip a drop of her own blood on the sleeping monk.

The monk's vitality did not recover much.

The female Taoist priest in Qingyi became more and more haggard.

The whole person looks much older.

In his twenties, he already had a few gray hairs on his head.

Ten years have passed.

The sleeping monk still showed no signs of waking up.

But the female Taoist priest Qingyi did not give up.

She still came every day to drip a drop of her own blood into the monk to maintain the last bit of life left in him.

However, the Taoist priestess's beautiful hair had all fallen out at this time, so she could only wear a green felt hat to cover her head.

Her face was already covered with wrinkles, and she looked like an old woman over 70 years old.

On this day, after she dripped her essence and blood on the monk, she sat longer than usual.

She gently spoke to the sleeping monk: "Brother Jueyun, this is the last time Qingyi will come to see you. I hope you can remember me..."

After saying this, Qingyi stared at the monk blankly for a long time.

Finally, she slowly stood up and staggered out of the dilapidated temple where she visited every day.

Outside the dilapidated temple, a man in black had been waiting for her for a long time.

After taking one last look at the ruined temple, Qingyi turned and walked towards the man in black.

"Have you thought it through?" The man in black asked the female Taoist priest Qingyi in an androgynous voice.

"Think it through..."

"Well... follow me!"

The female Taoist priest dragged her haggard body and disappeared outside the ruined temple with the man in black.

The next day, at the same time period, the female Taoist priest who was supposed to appear in the dilapidated temple did not show up.

The person who appeared was the middle-aged Taoist priest who had been here once before and the master of the female Taoist priest Qingyi.

He came to the sleeping monk with a medicine bottle in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest opened the medicine bottle in his hand and put the only red pill in it into the monk's mouth.

As the pill took his mouth, the sleepy monk's face began to glow red, and his vitality began to recover bit by bit.

The middle-aged monk saw the changes in the monk.

But there was not much surprise on his face.

He just sighed softly, then stood up and walked out of the ruined temple.

Outside the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the sky in the distance without saying a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but a thin figure walked out of the dilapidated temple.

"Amitabha! Thank you, Taoist priest, for saving my life!" the figure said to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"You don't need to thank me, you should thank Qing Yi!"

"Qingyi? Is it her? I wonder... where is Daoist Fellow Qingyi now? I will go there right away and thank you in person!"

Hearing the monk's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned around abruptly and stared at the monk with some anger.

Seeing the angry expression on the middle-aged Taoist priest's face, the monk was somewhat puzzled.

"Could you please not add the words 'damn Taoist friend' after 'Qingyi' in the future?" the middle-aged Taoist said to the monk.

"...Master, could you tell me where Qingyi is now?" The monk inexplicably had a bad premonition.

He knew that his premonitions were always accurate!

"Follow me!" The middle-aged Taoist strode forward.

The monk followed.

In a bamboo forest west of Chang'an City, the monk saw the tomb of the female Taoist priest Qingyi.

In front of her tombstone lay a Taoist robe that had been washed to a pale white, and a wooden sword.

The monk knelt in front of the tombstone blankly and closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he gently asked the middle-aged Taoist priest behind him, "How did she leave?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest told the monk in detail how his disciple had been dripping blood and essence into the monk's mouth every day for the past ten years to keep him alive.

The monk picked up the Taoist robe in front of the female Taoist's tombstone with both hands and buried his head in it.

"In the end, she lost all her vitality and passed away?" The monk's voice was choked with sobs.

"No! She finally found a way to save you. She used a 'Seven-Aperture Exquisite Dao Heart' to refine a resurrection pill and saved you!"

"Then why did she leave anyway?"

"Because that 'Seven-apertured Dao Heart'... is hers!"