Vol 5 Chapter 5: Lord of the Mystic Palace

Mu Shan Gui did not speak, Xiao Lang naturally did not dare to speak, and at the moment Mu Shan Gui was "fishing" attentively, Xiao Lang could only helplessly learn to fish, even though he didn't know what to fish or what he was fishing.
As time passed, Xiao Lang didn't feel any anxiety in his heart, and there were no distracting thoughts in his mind. Instead, he felt clear. This feeling was extremely weird and extremely absurd. He seemed to feel that he was really fishing with all his heart.
Mu Shangui still ignored Xiao Lang, didn't even move his body, and didn't blink his eyes. The two of them sat quietly, from early morning until sunset.
The afterglow of the setting sun in the distance filled the entire pond, phosphorescent, dazzling and confusing. Mushangui finally put away his fishing rod, and glanced at Xiao Lang with a smile: "Xiao Lang, your qualifications are really good."
"Ok?"
Xiao Lang had been silent in an inexplicable state, feeling that there was no distracting thoughts in his mind, and he suddenly felt like a dream. He woke up when he heard Mu Shangui's voice. He swept around and found that it was sundown. He was shocked, but he immediately stood up and respectfully said: "Grandpa Mu is utterly praised. In fact, the kid was distracted just now. He actually sat all day without knowing it, ashamed!"
"Hehe, it's not you who are distracted, it's me who influenced you with nature, earth and heaven!"
Mu Shangui stood up, walked slowly forward, signaled Xiao Lang to follow, and explained: "The old man's understanding of the way of heaven is very special, and all things are natural. If you haven't realized the way of heaven, you will naturally be affected by the old man. When Xiaodao returned to the family, I also asked him to sit with me here, but it is still far behind you. He only sat for the whole morning, but you sat for the whole day!"
"Is there any difference?" Xiao Lang asked in surprise.
Mu Shangui smiled and said: "Naturally, there is a difference. The heavens are boundless. If the martial artist wants to gain strong power, he must use the power of the heavens. On the Three Thousand Dao, any heavenly path that reaches the deepest point can roll the wind and the clouds and turn the clouds and rain! To comprehend the way of heaven, martial artist's comprehension and penance is very important. The most important thing is the degree of conformity with the way of heaven, and you are one of the few people who have the highest degree of conformity with the way of heaven among the young men."
Xiao Lang didn't have the slightest complacency on his face, but rather confused and said: "Um... Grandpa Mu, why do I find it extremely difficult to comprehend the way of heaven? I can't touch the edge at all, and I feel like this way of heaven is like this vast sky. The same, can't be seen clearly, can't be touched, it's extremely illusory!"
"Haha!"
Mu Shangui smiled and said: "Don't talk about you, even we all feel vain. This heavenly Taoist comprehension cannot be communicated by words, no one can teach you, only you can comprehend it. You can't comprehend it for a lifetime. I can't understand it. And we won't teach you, because everyone's own understanding of the heaven is the most suitable, don't worry! You are still young, as long as you study carefully, the old man believes that you will understand it, and it is an extremely powerful heaven! "
"An incredibly powerful way of heaven? Is this way of heaven still strong or weak?" Xiao Lang humbly asked for advice again.
Mu Shangui paused, and he pondered for a moment before he explained: "Three thousand avenues, all of them can prove the Dao, but the attack power that various heavenly paths can bring to the martial artist, the magical powers are strong and weak, such as the way of killing and destruction. It is recognized that the attack power is the strongest. And my natural way of the earth is the strongest defense, larch’s way of lightning is the fastest. And for example, the way of the earth of Xinghe’s perception is obviously better than the old man’s natural land Heavenly Dao is one level lower, and defense power is also much weaker. This is the difference!"
"So it is!"
Xiao Lang was silent, this understanding of the way of heaven was based on personal chance and luck. Whether he could feel the strongest way of heaven depends on personal good fortune, and he couldn't ask for it.
Mu Shangui stopped talking about the Way of Heaven, and led Xiao Lang into the attic, and finally came to a hall.
The maid served fragrant tea, and then he asked: "Xiao Lang, do you have important things to come here this time? There are a lot of things in God Armor Mansion. Grandpa probably doesn't have much time to accompany you. He has time to let the little sword demon accompany you everywhere. Let's go!"
Xiao Lang was not polite, and asked straightforwardly, "Grandpa Mu, have you ever heard of the resurrection of the dead?"
"resurrection?"
Mu Shangui looked straight and asked, "Why do you ask?"
Xiao Lang hurriedly explained the situation of Lonely Walking, and then looked at him nervously. Mu Shangui is very old. He was nearly fifty years old when he married and had children. He is now more than a hundred years old. He has broad knowledge, and if he doesn't understand it, this matter will be troublesome.
Mu Shangui pondered for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and said: "The secret scroll that preserves the remnant soul, let me see!"
Xiao Lang quickly took out the secret scroll that the Yin Emperor had accidentally obtained. Mu Shangui watched it carefully and fell silent. After a long time, he shook his head and gave the answer: "Almost... impossible!"
Xiao Lang's heart suddenly sank, but he still asked unwillingly, "Grandpa Mu, you really can't help it?"
"It's not me, but all the strange people and strangers in Tianzhou should have no choice!"
Mu Shangui smiled bitterly and explained: "The soul of the human body is the most miraculous existence. Maybe after we die, we can forcibly save a trace of the remnant soul of the Emperor. But we will never be resurrected, because birth, old age, sickness and death are the reincarnation of the heavens, and the world has the heavens. No matter how powerful the manpower is, how can he fight against the rules of heaven? How powerful is the emperor? Isn’t he going to die in the end? No emperor can live forever, who has the ability to go against the sky and fight reincarnation?"
Xiao Lang understood, but his heart became more sinking. The martial artist cultivates the Dao of Heaven, how can he fight the Dao of Heaven? Birth, old age, sickness and death are the reincarnation of the way of heaven, and no one can reverse it. In other words... no matter how powerful the magical powers are, no one can resurrect their loneliness!
Fate?
The corners of Xiao Lang's mouth were bitter. When Lone Guxing knew that Xiao Qingyi was not saved, he launched the Super War ahead of schedule, prepared to accompany Xiao Qingyi for a few years, and finally accompany her. As a result, Xiao Qingyi came alive unexpectedly, and went to sleep alone forever. Now Xiao Qingyi is ready to walk the old road of walking alone and accompany him.
Thinking of Xiao Qingyi's reaction after hearing the news, Xiao Lang's heart was cut. This woman was too bitter and had spent her entire life for herself. In the end, she could only watch her die?
Mu Shangui saw Xiao Lang's extremely painful expression in his eyes, but he could only sigh deeply, powerless.
After a long time, he suddenly raised his brows and thought of a possibility. He hesitated and said: "Xiao Lang, the person you are going to resurrect is in a special situation. The soul and the were not completely dead, they were saved separately, maybe There is still a chance to be resurrected! But...you have to ask someone. If this person can't do anything, there really is no way."
"Who?" Xiao Lang's eyes suddenly brightened like stars.
Mu Xingye turned his gaze to the west, and his expression became respectful: "Palace Master of the Lost Palace!"
"Mission Palace?"
Xiao Lang's heart was shocked, and a glimmer of hope was ignited. The Mistral Palace is so powerful that anyone who comes out can make him no one in Tianzhou dare to provoke him. How strong should their palace owner be?
It's just... the white-armored bald man seemed to have said last time that he came to pay back the favor? They helped themselves once and the favor has been paid. When the white Jia's bald head left last, he didn't say hello to him, and he rashly went to ask their palace master, whether he could be interviewed was a question.
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[Author's digression]: The state is not very good. If you write according to the outline, let's watch it. The time will be updated in the next few days, at 2 pm every day!