Grandma coughed heavily a few more times, as if she wanted to cough cleanly. The coughing slowly stopped, and Grandma's old voice sounded in the silent graveyard.

"Three hundred years ago, there was no Lanruo Temple here, but a forest of poplar trees. My body was just one of them. Later, a group of people came and cut wood day and night, and built the Lanruo Temple with our bodies. My life was good, and I happened to be hit by it.

At the side of the temple, no one cut it down and turned it into purlins and beams, so it survived.

Some monks began to bury dead people under this tree. I don’t know how they died, but some of them looked very hideous. At that time, I got blood essence from some dead people, and I began to grow up. I even had my own body without knowing it.

idea.

Decades later, this place has become a mass grave. There are many people who are unwilling to leave even after they die, or who are unable to leave. At that time, the monks in the temple wanted to kill themselves and disperse these many ghosts.

But at that time, I already had some ability to protect myself and protect them, like the crows above me, so they called me grandma.

They always wanted to enter the temple, but the Buddha's light was too strong. Until one day, the morning bells and evening drums that they had listened to for hundreds of years suddenly disappeared. The monks all left, not because of ghosts, but because someone built a bigger and better road.

They were so happy that they rushed into the temple and killed the remaining monks. Although so many years have passed, I no longer know who they hate. In fact, I think the sutras taught by those monks also make some sense, although I don’t understand people very well.

principle.

In the cycle of cause and effect, there are rules here, like human rules. I don’t allow them to leave Lanruo Temple. I wrap my roots tightly around them. But I feel that the longer they stay, the more muddy they become. Only Xiaoqian is still

It's so clear, it's really rare. I've tried my best to help them, sucking the essence and blood they got from other people, but it's no use, not at all, maybe only a little, but I'm exhausted."

Xiaoqian's eyes widened. Her grandma sucked the essence and blood from ghosts and monsters. There is no ghost that she hates or fears, but she didn't expect it to be for this reason. Tears fell from her eyes. She seemed to understand where her grandma's love for her came from.

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Xu Xian quietly listened to the self-narration of an old tree. Even in his calm state at the moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings. His hundred years of time passed by in a hurry. Why did he do it? Using the human way to evaluate the demon's way, is it right?

Is it wrong? Walk the road for heaven, walk the road for heaven, which heaven is it, and whose way is it? All kinds of questions are tangled for a while. But a voice in my heart said, I am just a mortal! Since I am only a mortal, I can only follow the way of humanity.

It's what people should do. Thinking of this, that wonderful mental state slowly disappeared.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but sigh. He cares about human affairs, but he is too lazy to care about monsters and ghosts. Isn't that the reason? Killing people with human principles is the most legitimate thing, but if this principle is extended to all living beings,

, it seems insufficient.

Grandma turned around, took out a few golden pebbles from the hole of the poplar tree, coughed heavily, then waved her hand, and a few crows flew down from the tree, picked up the pebbles and flew towards Nie Xiaoqian, and put them down.

In Xiaoqian's hand, she stood on her grandma's shoulder, seemingly with nostalgia, but grandma just waved her hand and said: "Let's go, let's go!"

Xiaoqian looked at the few stones in her hand and exclaimed: "Relics?"

Grandma suppressed her cough and said, "I found this from the Tallin Buddha statue in the temple. Didn't you secretly hide one? Ahem, cough, cough, there are only a few left, and now they are all yours. Ahem, cough.

cough!"

Xiaoqian was shocked. What she thought no one knew about, her grandma actually knew all along. It was because of that relic that she could achieve her current level of cultivation.

As several relics were taken out, grandma's coughing became even louder, and the huge poplar tree behind her - herself, began to make a crackling sound, and the old wrinkled bark began to crack and gush out.

The wrinkles on the face of the old man in front of him began to crack with stinking blood, and blood flowed down. The old face looked even more ferocious, but the old man's expression was unusually calm.

"Mr. Xu, your real fire has been prepared a long time ago! Come and burn it, and I will be clean." After speaking, grandma retreated into the tree. There seemed to be a calm face on the wrinkled bark, staring at it.

With all this.

"No!" Xiaoqian exclaimed, grabbing Xu Xian's hand and pleading: "Please, no." That sad and beautiful face may even seduce people with a hard heart.

But Xu Xian just looked at her deeply and said, "You don't understand." He shook off her hand and strode forward, with a golden flame already igniting in his hand. Xiaoqian knelt down weakly,

Ask yourself, why is this happening? I just want to leave. Why can't I always understand someone who cares about me, just because she is a tree that doesn't know how to express her feelings in a human way? Or is it that I always only see someone who cares about me?

Own.

The golden flame began to spread on the trunk. The burning tree stretched out countless branches to grab the ghost fires and pulled them into the fire. The ghosts screamed and cursed. Grandma laughed and said: "You laugh every day, but you are not happy every day.

, this world is no different from hell to you. You might as well go as you are!"

Some will-o'-the-wisps calmed down and waited quietly for the arrival of the golden flames, while others struggled hard, but under the persistence of an old tree, the struggle was of no use. Everyone retreated far away, and the hills burned with fire.

Lift a golden torch and shine it through the dark night. The ruthless flame burns brightly until everything is burned away.

Xiaoqian held the relic in her hand tightly, her mind went blank and she forgot to think.

It was night, and the fire was soaring into the sky, shining for dozens of miles.

Afterwards, Xu Xian asked Yan Chixia, why did the tree demon choose such a result?

Yan Chixia said that the old tree had sucked too much dirty blood. Essence and blood were beneficial to monsters, but just like applying too much fertilizer would burn the vegetation, too much indigestible essence and blood would be fatal to it.

.It is just an innate instinct to purify the surrounding environment, an instinct that cannot be erased even if it is transformed into a human form. If it had not been suppressed by consuming relics, its lifespan would have been long ago. By the way, evil ghosts and evil spirits cannot use relics.

It has power, but it is just a tree, and what humans call good and evil is a joke to it.

At that time, Xu Xian had a strange feeling, but he didn't know how to describe it. Only after a long time did he understand that it was also "Tao", a tree's own Tao.

Ning Caichen was greatly surprised when he saw the two men coming back. Even he was frightened by the shouts of killing outside the house. Several imps called Yaksha broke in, but fortunately the sword pouch left by Yan Chixia protected him.

Xiaoqian's bones have been burned in the fire, but Xiaoqian said that the restraints have disappeared and she can finally leave here, but she is not as happy as she imagined. With a few relics, she no longer has to worry about Yang Qi.

She can also use the power of relics. But Xiaoqian said that she had nothing to do anyway, so she would just go to Hangzhou with you to have a look.

After a dramatic fight, everyone couldn't sleep. Before dawn, they all set off to leave Lanruo Temple. Only Yan Chixia stayed behind to say that some things had not been done yet.

Xu Xian walked to a hill. Looking back, he could still see the hill from last night. The power of the sun's true fire completely reduced the towering tree to ashes, leaving only a piece of white land. But no one knew it.

, a seed buried deep in the ground, just waiting for winter to pass and spring to come, for a certain spring rain to wake it up and start another life. No one knows whether there will be another grandma, whether there will be another Lanruosi

.

But Xu Xian knew that at least there would never be another Nie Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian was hidden in a piece of yellowish ancient jade in Xu Xian's arms. Xu Xian saw with his own eyes that she gave the jade to him, then floated in, entrusting him with the relics for safekeeping.

The ghost knows why it was not Ning Caichen but himself. Well, maybe only the ghost knows that Xu Xian once thought about giving the jade to Ning Caichen. But he didn't do it in the end. Since he was already free, why did he have to keep her trapped?

In such a specious story, I am not qualified to make any choice for her.

Although he has some "evil" thoughts, Xu Xian doesn't think he will have any future with Nie Xiaoqian. No matter how different the paths are, he doesn't have the ability to make women fall in love at first sight. Maybe that guy far away in Hangzhou does.

Bar!

And I don’t know how far in the future, there is still a woman waiting for me, ready to start another story? But should I trap her with a story? Maybe because of my arrival, the story is no longer a story.

Now, at least it’s no longer the original story.

"Let's go, Hanwen." Ning Caichen greeted loudly. The two short days in Lanruo Temple made the relationship between the two of them much closer. Perhaps it was because they could go home soon.

With a sense of joy.

"Come here." Xu Xian touched the ancient jade in his arms and said, "Let's go." Then he chased after Ning Caichen.

The villagers near Lanruo Temple did not dare to go out until daylight. The loud shouts of murder and the dazzling fire last night really scared many people. The villagers knew that there were ghosts in Lanruo Temple, and no one wanted to go there on weekdays. Later,

The bold and meddlesome people went over to take a look, only to find that the surprisingly large poplar tree on the mass grave had been burned down by the fire, and not even the dregs were left. In addition, the Lanruo Temple glowed that night.

In the golden light, there were rumors in the countryside that the Buddha was subduing monsters. Some people even vividly told how Vajra Arhat fought against monsters, and claimed that they had seen it with their own eyes. Some people did not believe it. The person immediately blushed and swore: If there is even half a lie, I will never give birth to a child.

Butthole.

Three days later, the head of the magistrate of Jinhua County was removed. Many people secretly applauded that this cruel official finally met his end. This incident was combined with the fire at Lanruo Temple. It is said that when the Buddha subdued the demon, he looked at Jinhua.

There was also a demon who committed evil in the city, and he was taken away by the way. All the rumors became increasingly mysterious and bizarre, but Lanruo Temple became famous instead, and monks returned to preach Dharma, and many people burned incense and worshiped him. This is all for later.

After Xu Xian heard this, he knew what Yan Chixia was doing these days, going out early and coming back late at night. Unlike ordinary people in the world who kill when they are angry, they also like to act as a chivalrous person and do justice for heaven. These real people

Every time a swordsman kills a person, he thinks carefully and collects information. Only when it is really necessary to kill, will he use the sword in his hand and take the head from his neck, and never kill anyone indiscriminately. Their names are destined to be unknown, and their deeds are destined to be unknown.

Buried in the dust of history, but who cares?

There were still two chants with a Qin accent vaguely echoing in my ears.
Chapter completed!