When the Junior Brothers finished listening to Songfeng, their hearts were somewhat conflicted.
If they thought about it from Songfeng's perspective, it wouldn't be difficult to understand.
As the Senior Brother of Qiyun Temple, his Master and Junior Martial Uncle had disappeared and very likely met with misfortune.
In that case, the burden of Qiyun Temple would very likely fall on his shoulders.
As a Senior Brother, the pressure involved was imaginable.
To revitalize Qiyun Temple, Songfeng searched through ancient texts in the scripture library and finally found this sacrificial ceremony.
One must know that even their Master had never considered holding this sacrificial ceremony, precisely because they knew in their hearts that the success rate of this ceremony was too low.
But now, with Songfeng, he had no other choice, because he could only try every possible method.
"So, do you understand? I, your Senior Brother, have no confidence in this ceremony and can only entrust this matter to He Fellow Daoist. Even if it fails, you must not harbor any resentment towards He Fellow Daoist."
Songfeng said, his gaze sweeping over the Junior Brothers present.
The Junior Brothers, having heard this, now roughly understood the pressure in Songfeng's heart. They exchanged glances and nodded.
"Senior Brother, rest assured, no matter what, He Fellow Daoist is a distinguished guest of our Qiyun Temple, and we will not harbor any other thoughts towards him."
"That's right, Senior Brother, rest assured, we are not ungrateful people."
The Disciples spoke one after another. After understanding the specific situation, they naturally wouldn't dwell on those matters.
However, at this moment, the Junior Brothers seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions showed a hint of worry.
"Senior Brother, if that's the case, even if He Fellow Daoist presides over this ceremony, it's probably not very likely to succeed, is it?"
After some thought, Yun Xuzi also asked with a worried expression.
He had originally held great confidence and expectation for this ceremony, but now, hearing his Senior Brother's words, he felt that this time might also be a fruitless endeavor.
The other Junior Brothers, hearing this, also frowned, and a hint of worry appeared on their faces.
If it really was like this, then it might indeed fail, and the possibility was particularly high.
As everyone thought of this, their hearts were filled with anxiety.
Songfeng's expression also sank slightly upon hearing this. He wanted to say something to comfort these Junior Brothers, but thinking of the numerous past failures, he couldn't help but sigh.
"It is indeed so. Basically, the possibility is very low. However low the possibility, I, your Senior Brother, still want to try. After all, if we try, there's a glimmer of possibility. If we don't try, then there's no possibility at all."
Songfeng's words made the Junior Brothers present nod.
It seemed that things were indeed that way.
If they didn't even try, it certainly wouldn't succeed.
Thinking of this, they no longer hesitated, and could only pray in their hearts that this time would succeed. Although the possibility was low, they had to try.
"Alright, He Fellow Daoist is meditating intently inside. Do not disturb He Fellow Daoist during this time."
Seeing that the matter was discussed, Songfeng waved his hand, signaling them not to disturb He Xiuyuan.
Everyone nodded immediately and then dispersed.
Songfeng stood in place for a moment, then sighed softly and turned to leave.
He also didn't know if this time would succeed, but for now, he could only place his hopes on He Xiuyuan.
Previously, he hadn't mentioned this to these Junior Brothers because he didn't want to put too much pressure on them. But now that the matter fell to He Xiuyuan, he needed to make it clear, lest they harbor other thoughts if it failed.
Everything that needed to be done was done. The rest was up to fate... Meanwhile, in a mountain gorge far from Yong Prefecture, several people were resting on a rock. All of them were covered in wounds and looked disheveled.
Especially two of them, whose wounds were bone-deep, and their faces were ashen, already breathing more out than in.
"Senior Brother, you all should leave. The two of us can't go."
One of the men lying on the rock moved slightly, immediately feeling a tearing sensation in his body, making him grimace in pain.
The man spoke tremblingly, already intending to stay there.
The person sitting beside him, hearing this, looked up at his surroundings, then smiled and nodded, "The scenery here is nice. It's enough to bury the two of us."
The two standing nearby paused slightly upon hearing this, then frowned, "What nonsense is that? When did our Qiyun Temple have a rule about abandoning fellow Disciples?"
As he spoke, seeing the two men's wounds bleeding continuously, he quickly took out a talisman from his clothes.
He then immediately walked towards the two men with the talisman, preparing to place it on them to stop the bleeding.
However, the two men waved their hands, "Keep this talisman for yourselves. We can no longer use it. In this situation, whoever can leave, leaves. Don't delay."
"That's right, if we delay any longer, I'm afraid none of us will be able to leave."
The two men spoke, coughing incessantly.
Yunyouzi frowned at this, but without a word, he placed the talisman on the two men.
As the talisman glowed, the wounds on the two men healed somewhat, and their complexions improved slightly.
However, this situation did not last long. After only a moment, the light on the talisman dimmed, and the men's injuries began to worsen.
They had witnessed this situation many times before, so seeing it now was no surprise.
"Junior Brother, why bother? The two of you should leave. If you don't leave now, none of us will be able to. Qiyun Temple is waiting for us to return. We can't all fall... fall here..."
The Pine Wood Daoist on the right began to breathe rapidly, urging the two repeatedly.
"Have you forgotten what we said when we came? Once we encounter danger, run directly, and don't look back."
The middle-aged Daoist looked at the two, speaking in a low voice that was already fading, "Senior Brother taught you, don't look back."
A few breaths later, the middle-aged Daoist lost his breath.
The three men paused slightly at this, then their expressions became blank, and their faces immediately filled with sorrow.
"Two Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, let's go, don't look back..."
Junior Brother Qingyu, seeing this, also murmured. Then, forming a hand seal, he forced himself to stand up, his gaze looking behind him. He sensed that the thing had caught up.
