The boy looked at him coldly and said lightly: "I didn't kill, but you came to provoke me? You all have bloody and violent aura, which is only after killing and robbing people. I will just take care of this idiot, which is also a merit." After that, he suddenly shouted loudly.

He shouted loudly, but it was not a sound like "Hey, ha". Han Yiming could not hear any sound, but his mind was roaring, and his eyes were dim, as if even the sky was dim. After a moment, his eyes became bright. It was still sunny, with green mountains and green trees, and he stood there all the time.

But the dozen men around him twitched, their eyes turned pale, their faces turned black, and their seven orifices were bleeding, and they fell down one by one. Han Yiming was shocked and could speak, looking at the young man in green. He didn't even look at the situation in front of him, looking at him without caring about it. After a moment, the bodies of the men who fell on the ground slowly shrank. They were originally tall, but suddenly they became much dry and flat, and their clothes became empty. Looking around, it seemed like some worn clothes, trousers, shoes and socks were randomly spread on the ground, and the men had shrunk into small balls, just one of the protruding ones in the clothes.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, shocked and scared, and his teeth were fighting, his body trembled, looking at the boy. The boy had a jade face, beautiful eyebrows, and unspeakable elegance. His actions were so terrible, even more terrifying than those more than ten men. Han Yiming and the boy were each on the side, but he was afraid in his heart, and he quietly took a few steps back. The young man in green said, "What are you afraid of? They are evil people and should have died long ago. Didn't they almost harm you?" Han Yiming said, "But, but, they were not able to harm me, and punish them doesn't have to take their lives."

The young man in green laughed, slapped his hands, and the clothes, shoes and socks on the ground were gone, and he looked at Han Yiming and said, "The tiger and wolf trunk are still talking about cause and effect. Your kindness is too much..." Suddenly, he stopped his mouth, looked up at the sky, frowned, turned his head and reached out to grab it. Han Yiming felt that his arm was pulled by some force, and his strength was strong, and he couldn't help but jumped away from the ground and rushed to him. The young man grabbed his arm and fell backwards. Han Yiming couldn't help but open his mouth and shouted.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He was about to fall to the ground and fall to pieces. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and close his eyes. However, his body touched the ground, but it was very soft, as if it was poured into water. As soon as his body touched the ground, it slowly disappeared. There were no hard mud and rocks inside, and there was no way to focus. He had to support it with his hands and climb up, but it fell deeper. Then he became dark in front of his eyes and could not see anything.

It seemed that just a moment, his eyes lit up and his body stood up. Han Yiming could see clearly that he had emerged from the ground. The young man stood in front of him and looked at him carefully.

When he saw the young man in green again, Han Yiming was already sweating all over. Although this man was gentle and elegant, he seemed to be of age, he could not say anything in his eyes. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to him, he not only trembled, but even his teeth made a "very" sound. The young man didn't speak, but his eyes just looked him up and down.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he did not take action, he felt a little relieved. The young man in green suddenly said, "Don't be afraid, killing them is my merit. They are all people who are deeply guilty, with a lot of blood debts, and they are not to be jealous of death. After ending them, fewer people will be as good as saving lives. If you let them go back, it is like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. The unlucky ones are still unarmed people. Okay, I'll ask you, have you never had a dispute with others in your life?" Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and he said something, and he felt a little relieved, but he still sighed.

He was worried at first, and then was shocked by the boy's actions, and was extremely nervous. At this time, his heart relaxed, his feet couldn't help but soften, and he slid to the ground. The boy shook his head slightly, stretched out his right hand, and gently hooked his index finger at him. Han Yiming shook his body twice, his legs stiffened and could not fall, and he actually stopped. The boy sighed, "Don't you have to be so scared, I have no ill intentions towards you. I just ask you, have you never quarrel with others?" Han Yiming calmed down and said, "Yes."

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. The boy glanced at him, waved his right index finger gently at his lips, and the word "yes" rolled out from his mouth. The boy nodded and said, "You have never had any fights with others?" Han Yiming nodded.

The young man was puzzled and said, "It's hard to see that you have never fought, quarreled or got angry with others. You are not a master of Taoism, how can you do this?" After hearing his words, Han Yiming's timidity was half gone, and said, "What's the matter with quarrel?" The young man nodded slightly and said, "Yes." The young man said, "Don't you resent others? For example, someone who wants to harm you just now." Han Yiming sighed and nodded again.

The young man said, "They harmed your family, but you don't hate them. Why is this?" Han Yiming said, "They must have had unspeakable difficulties and had to do it. Who can only do it safely? They were worried and hiding from all over the world, which is the karma mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures. But they all returned to the underworld, and hating them is useless. They want wealth, as long as they say good life, their father will not be stingy. They took it back and lived a life, and I can go home with my father. Wouldn't everyone be happy?" When the father was about to cry. When the young man heard this, he sighed and said, "You are right, but the world is never as good as yours."

Han Yiming shed tears and heard the boy say, "Release your hand and let me see." Han Yiming raised his left hand, and the boy shook his head and said, "It's the right hand." He wiped away the tears and spread the palm of his right hand. He saw that the white dot like a petal in the palm of his palm had faded, and the color of the skin was revealed in the center. But a white line on the edge still maintained the petals.

The boy smiled slightly and blew a breath at his palm. Han Yiming felt the palm of his palm heat and itchy, as if a small insect crawled by. He bent his fingers, clamped it into a fist, and pressed it a few times. Then he spread his palm, and suddenly the palm lightened, and a hollow petal floated from the palm. The boy smiled and said, "The white cherry blossoms have grown again." He also stretched out his right hand and pointed it on the hollow petal. The hollow petals were already a little dim, and when his fingers touched it, it was dazzling white. The edges of the petals also gathered inward, becoming exactly the same as when the woman handed it over.
Chapter completed!