Speaking of sadness, Wei Sanniang burst into tears, which made Xu Mo's head hurt.
"Sanniang, don't cry, but the man you are talking about is indeed not a thing. As the saying goes, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. How can he not keep promises to others?"
Xu Mo expressed his views on this matter.
Obviously, the scholar who cheated on Wei Sanniang's feelings was wrong.
"If you don't love her, don't hurt her. If you cheat her out of her body and money, just pick up your pants and leave, you should be killed!" Xu Mo's words spoke to Wei Sanniang's heart.
For so many years, no one has ever talked to her about these concerns, mainly because she didn't want to talk about them.
Now facing Xu Mo, wasn't it forced? All we could do was talk.
Only after she really revealed her feelings did she realize how refreshing it was, how happy it was to have someone understand her, sympathize with her, and recognize her.
"But twenty years have passed. If the scholar was still alive back then, he would be in his forties or fifties now."
After Xu Mo finished speaking, he saw Wei Sanniang's eyes filled with hatred.
"No matter how long it takes, twenty years, forty years, even a hundred years, my hatred and resentment will never go away."
"Understood. I'll help you with this matter."
"Oh? Master, how are you going to help me?"
"Take you to find that heartless man, and then kill him."
"Okay, okay, but..."
"But what?"
"The slave family is now trapped in this place and cannot escape."
"Is it the demon tree?"
"Shh, sir, keep your voice down!"
Hearing the word 'demon tree', Wei Sanniang showed a clear look of fear. She thought for a while and lowered her voice and said: "Young master, it is better not to wade into this muddy water and leave quickly. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
Xu Mo didn't care: "It has nothing to do with you. This is the grudge between me and that demon tree. Damn it, it bullied me. I have to uproot it."
Apparently, Xu Mo still held a grudge when he was besieged by a group of ghosts last time.
"Young Master is a cultivator of immortality?" Wei Sanniang's eyes flashed.
"So." Xu Mo nodded.
"But even the immortal cultivators are no match for Mr. Huai, and there are more than a few immortal cultivators that he sucks. The young master is no match for him, so let's go."
"Sanniang, if you play tricks again, I will kill you first."
"Young master, you are aware of everything." Wei Sanniang saw that the provocation method was useless and even let people see it, so she had to give up.
Xu Mo has his own plan.
He didn't bother to care about Wei Sanniang's selfishness. The other party just wanted to provoke the general and lead him into a fight with the demonic tree, so that she could escape.
But as Xu Mo himself said, even if she didn't provoke him, Xu Mo had already planned to have a fight with the demon tree.
The first step is to know yourself and your enemy.
"Everything about the Demonic Tree, what do you know, what do you say, don't leave anything out."
Xu Mo stared at Wei Sanniang and asked.
Trust is not something that can be achieved overnight, but requires accumulation and precipitation.
Just like Xu Mo talks to Wei Sanniang, no matter how happy the conversation is, he should be careful not to be careless at all.
"Let's make an agreement first. If you fool me, you are fooling yourself. Don't blame me when you lose your soul."
Xu Mo was fierce, his voice and demeanor were just right, and he was not easy to mess with at first glance.
Wei Sanniang's heart was indeed shaken and she didn't dare to hide it, so she confided it like she was pouring beans.
"The heartless man never came back. The slave family was depressed and went into the mountains to play, but was killed by Mr. Huai..."
As Wei Sanniang narrated, a strange thing about Gualong Mountain slowly surfaced.
"Mr. Huai said that he attained enlightenment one autumn one hundred and thirty-seven years ago. On that day, it was just an ordinary tree. As soon as he attained enlightenment, the eminent monk was traveling here and suddenly encountered wind and rain, so he sat in meditation under the tree and chanted sutras. The result was
The stronger the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning, and a bolt of lightning struck it fiercely. It was so powerful that the tree was instantly scorched and the monk died. But from this, Mr. Huai officially enlightened..."
"Stop for a moment." Xu Mo raised his hand and asked, "Who told you this story?"
"Mr. Huai said it himself, so he considers himself a disciple of Buddhism."
"What does this have to do with Buddhist disciples?"
"Mr. Huai said that it was his master who understood the true principles of Buddhism, so he was struck by lightning and became a Buddha and became a saint on the spot. And since he helped his master ascend to Buddhahood and has great merits, he can naturally be regarded as a disciple of Buddhism."
"I'll go, this demon tree is quite willing to put a golden face on itself."
Xu Mo smiled.
He knew that like mountain spirits, demons and ghosts, they all have their own way of practicing cultivation. The first point is to prove their origin and show the legitimacy of their cultivation.
The most important piece of evidence is the ‘name’.
Mountain spirits pay more attention to this.
Just like Xuan Shanjun.
This guy’s surname is ‘Xuan’, Xuan means profound and mysterious, and Shanjun means the king of mountain beasts. His full name is Xuanshanjun.
Xu Mo felt that this name was quite satisfactory, but Gua Longshan was even more shameless than Mr. Xuanshan. Not only did he name himself, he also made up his origins.
Of course, it's possible that what the other person said is true.
Xu Mo's heart suddenly jumped.
If this is true, then this 'Mr. Huai' is probably even more powerful than Mr. Xuanshan.
Buddhist orthodoxy?
Moreover, it was Tianlei Enlightenment.
I'm going!
It was a bit scary, and Xu Mo wanted to back down.
Seeing the expression on Xu Mo's face, Wei Sanniang felt uneasy. She was indeed telling the truth, but she was just afraid that the other party would be scared and retreat, so she would never get ahead and would be controlled forever.
Looking at it now, the other party seems to be afraid.
At that moment, Wei Sanniang sighed.
"Hey, that's not right." Xu Mo muttered suddenly: "I'm afraid of a ball. If Mr. Huai is really an orthodox Buddhist disciple, it would be a good thing. I'm busy trying to find the real way to cultivate immortality. This
Isn’t it?”
As for Buddha or Tao, Xu Mo doesn't care.
He seems to have heard that Buddha is Tao and Tao is Buddha. They are almost the same as a ball!
Thinking of the joy, Xu Mo let out a weird laugh. Wei Sanniang was so frightened that she couldn't help but take two steps back, wondering why this guy felt scarier than Mr. Huai.
"That's just right." Xu Mo rubbed his hands.
He began to think about how to have a formal meeting with Mr. Huai, but the other person was a bit impatient. Just like Mr. Xuanshan, he would kill people without saying a word during the meeting. This style was not like that of a Buddhist disciple.
Shouldn't Buddhist disciples be kind to others and save all sentient beings?
Ignoring these details for now, Xu Mo squinted his eyes and decided to make two preparations.
The so-called etiquette before fighting.
Regarding these mountain spirits and ghosts, Xu Mo knew how to deal with them, and he had to give them enough face. Since the other party regarded himself as a disciple of Buddhism, he had to follow this path, pay a formal visit, and honor him as 'Master'.
How about building a temple for each other?
Why.
This is a good idea!
As the saying goes, people strive to take a breath of Buddha and receive a stick of incense. If these Buddhist disciples have no temple to live in, what kind of Buddhist disciples are they called?
Isn't it just to spend some money? We have it now.
This was enough to give him face. Of course, if Mr. Huai didn't know what was good and what was good, then Xu Mo wouldn't be polite. But how to be polite, Xu Mo had to think about it.
"Sanniang, you have been trapped here for twenty years, so you must know Mr. Huai's weaknesses. In this case, I don't ask too much. You can just tell me ten of them."
Xu Mo looked at Wei Sanniang.
The latter was stunned, and suddenly his bitterness flowed back, as if he felt aggrieved.
"The slave family doesn't know."
"If you don't tell me, are you not giving me face?" Xu Mo narrowed his eyes and tried his best to squeeze out the evil aura.
"There really aren't ten." Wei Sanniang felt that the person in front of her was more fierce than Mr. Huai.
"Speak a few first, I'll listen."
"Okay!" Wei Sanniang thought for a while and said, "Mr. Huai likes the flesh and blood of living people, so he will occasionally let me out and capture people for him to suck."
Xu Mo thought of the many ghosts controlled by the locust tree. They were probably all people who had died in recent years.
"Is this a weakness?" Xu Mo asked the essence of the matter.
"When he is not eating people, Mr. Huai will fall into a deep sleep, and sometimes he will not wake up for months."
"I understand, so is it asleep now?"
"No, I'm awake."
Xu Mo started gearing up. When Wei Sanniang saw something was wrong, she hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, I know there is a secret inside Mr. Huai's tree. The bones of the enlightened monk are in its body. Mr. Huai once told us,
You must not explore or get close, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."
"You?" Xu Mo asked, how many wronged souls like you are controlled by Mr. Huai?
Wei Sanniang said: "If there is not a hundred, there is still eighty!"
Good guy!
No wonder I couldn't win the fight last time. The other party didn't follow martial arts ethics in a group fight. Only those who can beat him will be successful.
Xu Mo asked if there were any other weaknesses.
"No, maybe there is, but the slave family really doesn't know." Wei Sanniang looked pitiful.
Xu Mo slapped his thigh: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the oppressed souls are my brothers and sisters who must be rescued. In this way, Sanniang, come here and do what I tell you. Remember, we are one
A grasshopper on a rope, if he wins, he will enjoy life and drink, but if he loses, he will die without a burial place. No one can escape."