Jinji woke up from being shaken, feeling unbearable pain all over his body. It was an injury from his battle with Song Feiying. He managed to heal the wound with luck, and something smelly was brushed against his face. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw in the clear sky
A little more khaki.
The wheels of the cart hit a stone, which made a loud sound. Then, with a "moo" sound, the cow's tail slapped the face a few more times.
He sat up in a daze, only to realize later that he, he, his cultivation level had dropped!!!
Ignoring the wound, Jinji looked around and saw the old farmer holding the cow, the big fat kid swinging a straw pole on the cow's back, the nine-foot man walking on the side, the blind monk, and asked in a trembling voice
, "Why did my cultivation level drop by one level?"
"Maybe I don't understand it well enough."
"!"
"I thought I could lose my mood."
"!!!" Jinji's mouth was dry and she wanted to curse, but she didn't dare!
"How could you do this?"
"Having evil thoughts in your heart, doing bad things, and losing a level of cultivation are minor. You should be lucky that you still have blessings, and I am not skilled in using them."
Sumire was leaning on the wooden board. She obviously didn't look in his direction, but she seemed to be stared at by something, and she only had the instinct to escape.
It's a pity that he can't run or sit still, the injury is too serious.
He vaguely thought of the phrase "I'll give you a preview." He felt that he had guessed something, but he didn't dare to ask openly, so he could only lie back and nurse the wound while thinking about something.
Compared to losing a level of cultivation, compared to being suddenly hit by something, and being put in that terrible situation where he couldn't scream or feel himself, Sumireji found that he was more willing to admit that he was wrong and that he shouldn't have been so crazy.
Indiscriminate killing.
He was lying down, and when he woke up, he found that it was dark, and the old man driving the carriage had disappeared, replaced by the nine-foot-tall man.
"Where is this going?"
Shuo Yu's deep voice was especially rich in the night, "Hengdu."
Jinji was shocked, "Why did you take me to Hengdu!"
Shuo Yu glanced at him like an idiot, "We are going, and as prisoners, we naturally have to follow."
"Prisoner?" When did he become a prisoner?
At this time, Zhan Changfeng said quietly, "There is a vine demon who claims to be a gangster and is asking for help. I hope you didn't hurt your brain."
"No, my mind is messed up. I didn't call myself a gangster. I just asked you to recruit gangsters." He covered his head and said.
"Yes, are you accepted?"
"No, that's just what I said casually!"
Zhan Changfeng expressed his understanding, "The prisoners will not be recruited."
"The punishment is as per the rules." Shuo Yu picked up the Viola thorn like a chicken, and he shouted in fright, "According to the rules, if you have anything to say, say it well, say it well!"
Jinji died once, and now he was very scared, so he hurriedly said, "You should tell me, I...I left with you, what will happen?"
"We have the housekeeper, we have the accountant, we have the nursing home, then let's be the gardener."
"What..." stuff!
Zhan Changfeng made up his mind, "You are a plant, so you should have innate experience in taking care of plants."
Jinji hesitated for a moment. If it was just about raising flowers and plants, he would still be able to accept it.
"If there is anything you can't accept, you can tell me now."
Junji glanced at her suddenly, thinking that she had accidentally spoken out what was in her heart, and hesitated for a while before saying, "I don't want to do anything related to murder in the near future."
Zhan Changfeng gave him a stack of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, "It is very important to cultivate one's moral character. Read more books when you have time."
...A demon, he is a demon cultivated by spiritual cultivation, so he is also a demon. Let him read this kind of Buddhist scriptures?
"Is there a problem?" Zhan Changfeng felt his resentful gaze. Well, he was still resentful. It was much better than the stupid look before. The demonic confusion should be almost gone.
"No." Sumireji quickly replied, and then fell into silence.
He began to reflect on why he was so afraid of her. According to the human race, he must have lost all his face.
Afraid?
Sumireji thought deeply, there were people who were higher in cultivation than her, and there were people who were stronger than her... maybe there were also people. However, no matter whether he was a human cultivator or a demon cultivator, what he saw was not as awe-inspiring as the feeling she gave him.
Thinking about it carefully, this kind of awe didn't appear now, it didn't appear when he was hit. It went back to earlier times, when she asked three questions to probe his true heart, when she said...
Junji felt that voice echoing in his mind, "The road has no shape, and there is no good or evil in the world. Only wise creatures can distinguish right from wrong, use ruler lines to draw universal standards, and then take advantage of loopholes to protect their own interests.
, just like you just did, killing people out of control and plundering cultivation resources is completely justified."
"When I do something, people praise me, when I do something, people slander me, but that has nothing to do with me. Being wise is destined to be partial, and the view of right and wrong in intelligent beings is just to establish a position."
The night in the mountains was cold and cold, and it did not slow down because of the midsummer. He asked in a strange way, "What do you think of good and evil, right and wrong?"
"Good and evil, right and wrong are only recognized standards for a certain period of time. I do not guarantee that it will change or remain unchanged. I will follow universal standards as long as it does not violate my true intention."
"What if we violate it?" he blurted out.
Then he heard the man reply, without pause or quick words, just like an ordinary question and answer, "Then turn my standards into universal standards."
Sumireji felt herself getting excited, resisting and being pleased with her answer, and finally couldn't help but ask again, "How do you know your standards are right?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said, "You asked me, my standards are not perfect yet, and I don't know if they are right or not, so I will first abide by and examine the existing rules."
Sumireza found that she really didn't know what to say except asking questions one after another, because what she was thinking was different from others, and even if she said it, you could only nod in understanding.
He felt that the rule she mentioned was not just about good and evil, right and wrong.
"You are the inspector. What are you going to do when you go back this time? Do you want to stay permanently?" Jinji thought about leaving Biluo Mountain and going to a place where there were many people cultivating. She felt uneasy and had nothing to say.
"First attend a crown scarf conference, and then stay for a while."
They are all foundation-building monks, but they don’t even wear turbans and robes. They are just like him, growing up in the mountains. “I heard that your turban conference still needs to be a master. Is your master the one to take charge of it?”
"No, find a temporary one."
A master is a master who guides practitioners on the path and usually establishes a master-disciple relationship.
For cultivators, the relationship between master and disciple is the greatest, which is equivalent to recognizing parents, so there can only be one master. Other students who learn skills can have many masters.
It was impossible for Zhan Changfeng to let Master Du become her master. If she agreed, neither would her inheritance.
It was dawn, just in time for Hengdu to open its city gates.
Shuo Yu threw the bullock cart to Jinji, who had recovered 70% to 80% of his injuries, "I bought it for you, you can deal with it."