Twenty years ago, the Feng Mansion was stained with blood.
Twenty years later, fog drifted across the clear river.
There are always many sufferings in the world, which come from unexpected places.
Twenty years ago, the Feng family married their daughter. It was supposed to be a happy day, but because of a treasure that was accidentally obtained by a disciple of the family, the whole family was robbed.
There are thousands of people from this tribe, but not a single one is left alive, how miserable it is.
Today, the bride of that year has freshened up her clothes, put on the blood-stained wedding dress, and returned for revenge.
It's like an ancient drama in a storybook.
But tonight's night is as dark and cold as it was twenty years ago.
…
After reading the scroll of time absorbed by the young Jiang Shen, Li Changyi used the Confucian Qi-gazing technique, and sure enough he saw that everyone on the ship was emitting a secret black energy, entwining and filling the entire ship.
And the other end of these black energy fell on the bloody wedding girl.
This scene proved that what young Jiang Shen said was true. These people were the masked robbers who broke into the Feng Mansion back then, or were related people who ate the bloody buns from the Feng Mansion.
The only thing that was a little different was that the young monk in gray clothes was called Xiukong, or his common name was Chen Shaobai.
The third young master of the Chen family, the secret energy of cause and effect exuding from his body is not the black energy of sin, but the gray resentment.
This means that although he was not the gangster who killed the entire Feng family, he was still contaminated by the cause and effect.
Judging from the resentment and discouragement in him that was no more black than the gangsters, it was obvious that Mrs. Feng Qi also hated him.
Maybe he was resentful that he missed the deadline and couldn't arrive in time.
If the third young master of the Chen family did not chase the demon cultivator on the way to the wedding, but arrived at the agreed time to welcome the bride, with him, the true successor of the Hidden Star Sect, perhaps the Feng Mansion could repel those gangsters.
At least, it won't die.
On the other hand, from Miss Feng's point of view, does it make sense for her to resent the groom?
Maybe there is, maybe there isn't.
But when she saw her parents, relatives and friends falling to the gangsters' swords one by one, she must have been hoping that her sweetheart would arrive in time and use his Hidden Star Sword to kill all the gangsters.
However, she ultimately failed to wait until the groom arrived.
He was also stabbed to death by the gangsters.
The phoenix crown and rosy feathers, and thousands of green silk threads, all fell to the ground at that moment.
Only the waning moon in the sky could tell how desolate she felt at that time.
This month is the month of that year.
The bride who is getting married now is no longer the bride she once was.
The young master of the Chen family, who was a handsome young man back then, also became an ascetic in gray clothes.
Only the gangsters from back then and those who ate the Feng family's blood buns are still the same people.
…
Huikong lowered his head and kept chanting sutras. The gray monk's clothes on his body did not move, but there were lines of sutras carrying golden light that flew out of his mouth and disappeared into the body of Lady Feng Qi, who was wearing a blood-red wedding dress.
After a few dozen breaths, these Golden Light Scriptures relieved some of Mrs. Feng Qi's resentment, and the thick fog that shrouded the entire ship and the river for more than ten miles dissipated a lot.
The surly expression on Mrs. Feng Qi's face has also faded a lot.
Regained some sanity.
She stared at the gray-robed monk in front of her for a long time, then said, "Are you Chen Shaobai?"
The young monk replied: "The young monk regrets that he is empty."
"Ji... Kong? Such a regretful Kong. Are you here to help me get revenge?"
The young monk shook his head: "Female donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, and when you turn around, you will find another shore. This young monk is here to persuade you to let it go."
"Oh, put it down?"
Hui Kong saw that the resentment on the bride's body was showing signs of breaking out again. He looked at her pitifully and said, "Qiniang, twenty years have passed since the Feng Mansion incident. It has long since turned into dust. Why do you need to be persistent anymore?"
"I'm not asking you to put down your hatred, but your thoughts are now completely blinded by hatred. If you continue to indulge in it, you will soon fall into the path of Asura and be unable to escape."
"I only hope that you will be liberated soon and be reborn in bliss!"
Madam Feng Qi's face showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, a look that looked like crying but not crying. She said coldly: "I have already fallen into the Abi Hell, how can I be reborn in bliss?"
"What brings me the most joy now is sending these executioners one by one into the path of asuras you mentioned."
"If you really want to help me escape, then help me. After all, there are hundreds of people here. If I kill them one by one, I won't be able to kill them!"
Xiukong shook his head again and replied: "Qiniang, you are possessed by the devil. In order to prevent you from falling into the devil's path, I must stop you from killing people, Amitabha!"
A sneer appeared on Mrs. Feng Qi's face: "I knew you, surnamed Chen, were unreliable. You were unreliable twenty years ago. Now you have become a bald donkey, and you are even more unreliable."
"You still want to stop me from killing people, can you stop me?"
call!
After saying this, Mrs. Feng Qi flicked her sleeves and waved out a stream of evil blood light, which swept toward Xiekong.
A golden light appeared on Xiekong's body, turning into a protective divine ring.
But he was still knocked away by the evil blood light.
Lady Feng Qi continued to float towards the cabin hall, and the next moment, Xiukong flashed in front of her again.
"Chen Shaobai, you still want to stop me, do you really think that I am reluctant to kill you? If you want to die, I will help you!"
Madam Feng Qi spoke coldly, then swung out her right palm, condensing a giant bloody palm, and hit Xiukong's chest hard.
The golden light of the Dharma Protector appeared on the young monk's body again, but flew out again.
This time, a trail of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his originally handsome face turned waxy white.
Obviously this time, Mrs. Feng Qi really didn't hold back.
Despite this, he still stopped in front of Lady Feng Qi again.
"Qiniang, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. It's not too late to turn back now!"
"Come to your third uncle and grandpa!"
Lady Feng Qi gave a sharp shout and waved her palm again.
Xiekong looked miserable, but still did not dodge or fight back. He only used the golden light to protect his body and allowed the bloody giant palm to hit him again.
…
In the big ship, all the passengers were startled by the huge movement in the corridor on the second floor.
They wanted to check it out, but no matter the immortal monks, heroes, officials or wealthy businessmen, they could not leave the cabin hall.
This strange situation made them even more frightened and panicked.
The continuously flowing blood has slowly submerged their ankles and continues to rise.
Maybe it won't take long before they can be completely submerged.
Judging from the endless resentment filling the entire cabin, if he were really drowned in this blood, the outcome would be unimaginable.
In the corridor, Lady Feng Qi knocked Hui Kong away again and again, and Hui Kong appeared in front of her again and again, like a repeated scene.
…
At the same time, a figure of a young monk in gray clothes appeared in front of Li Qianye, young Jiang Shen and Xiao Qianjun.
He looked at the young Jiang Shen who looked like he was watching a good show.
He bowed down and bowed to Li Changyi next to him: "Qiniang has become obsessed with her mind. I can't resolve the resentment in her body with my own strength. Please help me, sir!"
"Help you?"
"Yes, sir, you have a Confucian aura of majesty and uprightness. If you, sir, are willing to lend a helping hand, you will be able to eliminate all the resentment of Qiniang."
"But I don't want to."
The young monk was stunned, obviously he did not expect this answer.
Li Chaoyi said calmly: "Master Huikong, you Buddhists say that 'the sea of suffering is boundless and you will find the shore when you turn around' and 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately', but our Confucianism is different."
"The most sage teachers said that one should repay grievances directly, and Xunzi said, 'If you teach but don't punish, then the traitors will not be punished.'"
"So, I will not stop Miss Feng from avenging her clan."