Before Hua Wanzhao realized what was going on, she heard Nan Xing's weak voice: "Sir, is it because the things in this village are unclean?"
Liu Chengshu was a scholar, and his body was not as good as that of Nan Xing, a scholar who had been doing chores all year round. He was so painful that his pajamas were soaked through with cold sweat.
At this time, a roar came from next door: "These unscrupulous people dare to poison!"
Then came one moan after another.
"Liu Chengshu!"
Hua Wanzhao floated to Liu Chengshu, but she couldn't do anything now. She was just a piece of spiritual consciousness trapped in the illusion. She knew their ending but could do nothing.
She floated out again to check on the caravan's status.
The situation was not optimistic. Although the caravan was wary of the villagers' food, it did not refuse the hot water brought by the villagers. The entire caravan was poisoned.
The poison took effect quickly, and by the time Hua Wanzhao returned to Liu Chengshu's room, Liu Chengshu and Nan Xing were already foaming at the mouth.
When he was dying, Liu Chengshu opened his mouth wide, but could not say anything.
Liu Chengshu's pupils slowly dilated until he breathed his last breath.
Next, Hua Wanzhao saw how the village chief arranged for people to sink the caravan's body into the lake, and how he divided the loot with the villagers.
These people's eyes only light up when they see money, and they have no sense of guilt about killing people and taking money.
"Excuse me, Fairy, are these people worthy of being forgiven?"
A deep voice sounded, and then a cloud of black air floated in front of Hua Wanzhao's eyes, gradually condensing and taking shape in Hua Wanzhao's surprised eyes.
"Liu Chengshu?"
"That's right." Liu Chengshu bowed with his hands raised.
Hua Wanzhao didn’t know what to say.
She had been possessing this man for such a long time and knew that Liu Chengshu was very well-read. If he had not died in Anping Village, he would most likely have survived the autumn. He also had a mother who was looking forward to him at home, and he was looking forward to it.
His wife, his son who was waiting to be fed, his family's happiness, and his bright future were all ruined by these people who only had money in their eyes.
After a long silence, Hua Wanzhao said: "I can't answer your question. The principle that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil will not appease you. I can only say that if it were up to me, there will be resentment for every grudge.
, take revenge if you have any grudges.”
"Some time ago, an eminent monk discovered us, and he wanted to save us. He said that this life is over, grudges have been resolved, and we should not be obsessed with revenge."
"But how can we repay kindness with evil?"
Liu Chengshu's eyes lit up: "So, the fairy doesn't think what we are doing is wrong?"
"Since they have planted the cause, they will naturally have to bear the consequences. However," Hua Wanzhao changed the subject and her tone became stern, "How do you ensure that your revenge is just right?"
Originally he was still happy that Hua Wanzhao agreed with him, but when he heard this, Liu Chengshu was confused again: "What does it mean to be just right?"
Hua Wanzhao sighed: "If the degree is too light, it won't be enough to express your anger; if the degree is too severe, you will be implicated in new karma. The monk must be worried about this, so he advised you to die."
After all, they died in vain in this life and will be more or less compensated in the next life.
Liu Chengshu was astonished: "Is this so...?"
"By the way," Hua Wanzhao asked seemingly casually, "What happened to the eminent monk you just mentioned?"
"Dead, killed by the monster in the lake."
really……
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, and the resentment around him was reduced by three points.
Through the resentment, a faint golden light can be seen.
"Ask the sky, how long is the life? Ask the earth, what is the end? What is the joy of life? How painful is death? How long is life? What is righteousness? What is evil? What is love? Why should the common people deserve it?"
This is--
Nine-Word Sword!
Zhiyang Zhigang's sword energy echoed throughout the village, driving away the resentment surrounding the village.
The Dangxie sword and the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations all showed that Ning Chenhao had just succeeded in building the foundation.
Hua Wanzhao felt a little relieved. It seemed that although the plot had changed, the male protagonist's performance was still very stable.
"Little Master!"
As soon as his resentment disappeared, Ming Yiqian immediately found Hua Wanzhao.
After making sure that Hua Wanzhao was fine, Ming Yiqian felt relieved.
Then he thought of the tense situation not far away, and he immediately said: "Little Master, hurry up and stop Junior Brother Ning. We are all hurt by resentment and cannot stop him!"
As expected of a male protagonist, he could still unleash such sword energy even when his companions were injured.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with the protagonist's halo, but she is overthinking it.
"What's up with him?"
Ming Yiqian: "He wants to kill all the villagers!"
There are unwritten rules in the world of cultivating immortals, and cultivators are not allowed to harm mortals. By doing this, Ning Chenhao is undoubtedly challenging the entire world of cultivating immortals.
"Uh--" Sure enough, I was relieved, as this slap in the face caught me off guard.
But if you think about it carefully, it is not out of character for Ning Chenhao to do such a thing.
He was originally a person who hated evil, but what the villagers of Anping Village did was to stretch his bottom line and then continue to seek death crazily.
In the original work, it was because when something strange happened in the village, these villagers had already become evil spirits, so it was impossible to see that Ning Chenhao had such an extreme side.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Ming Yiqian coming with Hua Wanzhao. Ning Chenhao asked coldly: "Little Master, are you here to stop me too? Don't you think these people deserve to die?"
The disciples of Yijian Fengsha took a breath when they heard Ning Chenhao's words: Although they had long heard that their ancestor who had not left home for hundreds of years had adopted a young master, he never expected that he would be lucky enough to do a mission with the young master.
Cheng Yingying was even more unbelievable.
In addition to Li Muhan, who the people of Beidou Sha knew before, they also had some surprises.
Hua Wanzhao ignored the reactions of those disciples. She looked at the villagers of Anping Village who huddled together as Ning Chenhao pointed his sword at them.
They all heard what Ning Chenhao said just now, and knowing that Hua Wanzhao was their savior, they begged for mercy.
"Fairy, we have no choice but to do so. We are really too poor here!"
"Hunting doesn't yield a harvest every day, and the crops in the reclaimed wasteland don't grow well either."
"The government's taxes are so heavy. After paying the taxes every year, there is nothing left!"
The villagers began to talk about the difficulty of their lives and the oppression of the government.
Ning Chenhao's sword energy hit the person with the loudest voice at the feet, and everyone was as quiet as a chicken.
"So, where is Cui Shu's wife?"
Ming Yiqian frowned: Although the reasons given by the villagers seemed to him to be sophistry, what does this have to do with Cui Shu's wife?
Other disciples probably had the same reaction.
For a long time, no one spoke.
"Speak!" Ning Chenhao shouted.
Several villagers lowered their heads, not daring to look at the imposing Ning Chenhao.
A woman couldn't stand this depressing atmosphere and shouted: "That foxy girl is bringing it upon herself! That face looks like someone who is insecure..."
Before he finished speaking, a sword light swept away and the head was separated.
Some timid ones were so frightened that they became incontinent on the spot.
"These people..." Hua Wanzhao said softly, "If you judge them based on my view of right and wrong, death is indeed not a pity."