Chapter 73 The world is too bitter and the night is bright
Chapter 73 The world is too painful, the night is bright
Under this white light, the old man just looked back, his expression became more miserable, and murmured: "So what can I do? It is good and good to hold on for one more day."
Song Yin sighed softly: "Then when the time comes, all the villages you want to leave behind will become ghosts like your son. In the end, the villages will be empty and you will get nothing."
After hearing this, the old man became even more sad. He looked at Song Yin almost begging, "Can you save them?"
Song Yin shook his head: "No, and I will destroy them so that they will not harm people anymore. Don't ask why."
White flames appeared in his hands again, and he no longer bombarded with his fists. Instead, he threw the white flames towards the condensed ghost. The white flames enveloped it, forcing the ghost to kneel down, and kept pouring into the white flames.
struggle.
Song Yin glanced at the ghost and continued to say to the old man: "Just because I am stronger than you."
"Just because you are better than me."
The old man murmured absently, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Then how are you different from those bandits?"
"Yes, I am no different from those bandits. We all impose our own principles on others. Those who go against my way will be destroyed by me, and those who follow my way can prosper."
He twitched the corners of his mouth and kowtowed to Song Yin again: "Since the Xian family is stronger than me, let's take action."
The village was turned into a simple cemetery!
He dug the wooden tablet into the mound and then turned to look at the two of them:
"Second Junior Brother, I once asked you if the world is not good, and you answered me that it's okay. But now it seems that it's okay. But it's not okay."
Song Yin walked towards the withered bones and said: "Ghosts are transformed by obsessions. They don't have any sanity. They just live according to obsessions. You can't see it, but I saw it. As soon as the ghost arrived at the entrance of the village, it knelt down and kowtowed.
, and then he took out a large amount of dried meat. I guessed that his son should have done this before, so he turned into a shadow and kowtowed to eliminate some of his obsession."
He remembered that the white light shone just now on his senior brother, and they all had shadows, except the old man who had no shadow.
Bang!
Song Yin didn't say anything. He held his five fingers and the white flames surrounding the ghost exploded, consuming the ghost. In the remaining white flames, as the ghost disappeared, there seemed to be a tall shadow, facing it.
The village kowtows.
"Similarly, when I kill ghosts, I also want to destroy these non-human and non-ghost existences in your village so that they will no longer harm people in the future. So in my heart, I am the right way and you are the evil way. But the only thing that is certain is"
"It's just a cover-up."
Song Yin walked forward for a while and looked at the direction of the house where they had stayed. There was no tombstone there, only a picture of withered bones.
The village is so dark, and what can be seen clearly with that weak candlelight? Only people of the same kind can see it, and Song Yin's own eyes can see everything clearly.
Song Yin said lightly: "When cultivating Taoism, we also cultivate principles. We need to tell others the principles and let people know what we are doing. But principles are not just imagined, they are gained by experiencing things in the world, such as this ghost
How it was formed and what kind of obsession it is, we all have to understand it, we all have to know it, so that we can better understand what we want to do, not only to inform the world, but also to enlighten our hearts and realize the Tao."
"Yes, I could have made this ghost disappear immediately, so why did I have to go through so much trouble? Because I don't want to."
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng were stunned for a moment, and soon Wang Qizheng shouted: "Ah! There is no trace of that old man!"
Song Yin looked at the old man with extremely firm eyes: "The purpose of my Golden Immortal Sect is to save the world and save people, so I will always save the world and save people. Even if people in the world are like you, they regard me as a bandit and a devil."
The old man looked at Song Yin's burning eyes and smiled: "The Xian family has a clear idea. I would like to congratulate you in advance. I hope the Xian family can always maintain this intention and not be like the old man, who obviously wanted to protect the village, but fell into a trap.
The village is in a state where people are neither humans nor ghosts."
"good."
"I will continue to do this, and I will make your situation disappear from this world." Song Yin said.
"Yes, the same goes for the old man, otherwise why would he keep accepting those dried meats?"
"As for this ghost, it's hard to tell whether it was the bandits who broke in and killed them all. Or is it true, as the old man said, that his son was trying to protect the village and turned into a bandit?"
There are no buildings, no human settlements, and all that is left are tombstones made of wood here and there in the wilderness.
Song Yincheng said: "I said you are evil, but you definitely don't think so. The essence of your taking human flesh and feeding the villagers is to survive. Survival and survival are also the best principles in the world. So in your heart, you are the right path.
, I am evil."
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng opened their eyes wide and looked around in disbelief.
The old man's eyes were blurry and he subconsciously reached out, but the shadow disappeared in an instant.
Song Yin admitted without any hesitation and asked, "Isn't it the same for you?"
The old man glanced at the ghosts, then looked back at the half-humans and half-ghosts who seemed to be frozen, like puppets, just looking at this side.
It is not clear whether the people in this village starved to death, or whether the old man turned into a ghost after his death and gave birth to a ghost that killed them.
"I have no idea."
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth wide and pointed at the tombstones tremblingly, saying: "Senior, senior brother, this, this, this."
"You must have suffered"
"This ghost was not transformed by one of his sons. It was transformed by the father-in-law himself. I saw it when I opened my Dharma eyes."
This time, the ghosts did not condense into shape again.
He reached out and flicked, and a hole appeared in the ground. He bent down and carefully lifted the withered bone, put it into the hole, and buried it again. Then he flicked his sleeves again, and a tree not far away appeared.
The dead wood decomposes automatically, and a wooden monument flies up.
As he spoke, his body tilted, fell to the ground, and gradually dissipated.
Is the old man a ghost?
"My son."
"Think about this ghost. When we entered during the day, there were children telling us not to eat meat. Even ghosts have their own principles, let alone humans."
"Brother, if you knew it was a ghost, why didn't you kill it immediately? Why waste your time on it?" Zhang Feixuan asked curiously.
The old man closed his eyes, shook his head, and said: "Then let me take the first step."
As his body dissipated, the darkness surrounding the village disappeared in an instant. The light of the moon and stars fell from the sky, shining on the village. However, before the light was completely shed, the village disappeared, along with those who were neither human nor ghosts.
Everything exists and disappears.
The old man put down his hand tremblingly, was silent for a while, and then asked: "This immortal family, you keep saying that we are evil, so can you always conclude that you are the right way?"
Song Yin walked up to the withered bones, stared at them for a while, and then placed his gaze on a rotted vine next to it. There were still signs of almost invisible wild vegetable roots that had rotted away.
"But, senior brother, when you destroyed the ghost just now, the thing turned into a human figure. When you destroyed the ghost, didn't it also turn into a human figure?" Zhang Feixuan was puzzled.
"The world I see now is too bitter, too sad, and too helpless. A dark night like this can only darken one's eyes, so I will continue to encourage you, sooner or later."
He waved his sleeves again, and countless white flames flew out from his hands, falling on the wooden tablets. The white flames on the wooden tablets reflected the stars in the sky, illuminating the surrounding land brightly.
He put his hand back and stood in the little white flames, like the moon in the starlight, but even more like the sun in the day, the dark night reflected lost its color, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng look at it in a daze.