The Proud Man of Heaven Fell from the Altar

The favored man of heaven was poisoned and accidentally fell from the altar. He didn't say anything and just watched what happened. Before the poisoner was found, he suddenly found that he could hear other people's voices. Since then, his world has been drastically overturned and gradually collapsed. The junior brothers, junior sisters, masters, and elders around him came to visit him who was seriously ill and weak. They looked at him with tenderness and pity, and encouraged him to recover from his illness as soon as possible. A thick and harsh sound reached my ears. [You look so good when you are sick, and your feet exposed under the quilt are also good-looking. Every time I see it, I want it to step on my chest, waist, abdomen, legs...] [The red mole on my ankle is dangling. It's so cute that I want to kiss it and bite it. ] The proud man of heaven suddenly hid his feet under the quilt. He raised his eyes in shock and anger, and looked into the dark regret-filled eyes of his fellow disciples. They were gentle and respectful, and said with a smile: "You must get better soon." [You must not get better. ] They held his cold hand on the hospital bed with concerned eyes, "Because we all like you, Senior Brother (Junior Brother/Apprentice/Senior Nephew Wen)." [I love you. ] [You will be mine only if you have a sick body, fall off the altar, and be stepped into the quagmire and let others slaughter you. ] The proud son of heaven left the sect in panic and found that not only his fellow sect members were crazy, but also many fellow Taoists outside were also crazy. In the end, even his sworn enemies secretly coveted him. Now, he is so weak that he cannot even crush ants. Many dressed beasts wearing human skins visited him when he was sick. They smiled and secretly planned to wait for him to completely lose his cultivation in half a month. They sharpened their knives and prepared to tie him up in their own hut, tie his ankles with iron chains, and lock him in the bed every day and every night. In order not to become a plaything, The proud man of heaven raised his sword. Find the poisoner and practice to get back to the top! Fight! PS: I have seen a sentence "The flower of the high mountain should always be on the altar, waiting for the loyal believer to climb up the high platform and kiss his hair scarred by stepping on the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire." I deeply agree. Intention: People must bravely break through themselves.