mine in my dream

Chapter 73 Please Devour My Soul

Wang Fugui dragged his poisoned body, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute."

Unfortunately, the banshee ignored him at all.

Li Yu felt a tingling pain in his scalp, probably because the banshee's nails had pierced in.

Fan Ling picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at Wang Fugui: "Say it quickly, stop posing."

Wang Fugui coughed quickly, and said to the banshee, "I know the source of your resentment, it's not hatred at all. These young people don't understand you, but I understand you."

The banshee finally had some reaction, she slowly raised her head, looking at Wang Fugui with red eyes.

After a while, the banshee opened her mouth: "Your skull seems to be more suitable for making wooden fish."

Wang Fugui smiled helplessly.

At this time, due to the attack of the toxin, his face turned purple-black. Even though he was leaning on the wall, he still wobbled and couldn't stand steadily.

He took a deep breath and said to the banshee, "You don't actually hate the villagers of Crow Set. Maybe you once did, but that was many years ago."

"Back when you saw Bai Shan die tragically, you hated them to the core at that moment, so you opened up your defenses and let the evil energy enter your body, turning you into a demon."

"But so many years have passed, Baishan has lived in the world as a monster, and you have forgiven those villagers for a long time."

The demon smiled disdainfully: "Nonsense."

Li Yu and Fan Ling also looked at Wang Fugui helplessly.

This does seem like nonsense.If Baiyun really didn't hate the villagers of Wu Yaji, how could his evil spirit become more and more intense?

Wang Fugui stared at the banshee's face, and suddenly said quietly: "It seems that even you don't know what the source of the evil spirit is."

The banshee became a little impatient: "You don't have to play tricks on me, the source of my evil spirit is my hatred for Crow Ji."

Wang Fugui shook his head: "It's not hatred, it's regret."

The banshee's body was shocked.

Wang Fugui used the big knife as a crutch, and approached the banshee step by step.

He walked very slowly, but his voice was always sonorous and powerful: "You regret why you let go of your defenses, and changed from a holy Buddhist student to a murderous demon."

"You want to be Baiyun again, and you want to get rid of the dark side deep in your heart. So you often go out of your body and come to Baiyun Nunnery to chant scriptures and Buddha."

"However, this process cannot last for too long. The dark side of your heart will continue to grow and eventually swallow you up, turning you back into a demon again."

"Every time you struggle, you become more disappointed in yourself."

"And this kind of disappointment and remorse is the source of evil in your heart. Your dark side uses these evil as a source and continues to grow."

With a splash, Li Yu was thrown away by the banshee and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The banshee involuntarily took a step back.

The banshee took a step back, and Wang Fugui took a step forward.

The banshee stared at Wang Fugui as if she had seen something terrifying.

Wang Fugui said in a deep voice: "Face the dark side in your heart. It's not your fault. Everyone has emotions, selfishness, remorse, resentment, jealousy, longing..."

"Why do you study Buddhism? It's to purify these negative emotions. It's not your fault."

The aura on the banshee's body suddenly fluctuated, and her evil aura sometimes dissipated and sometimes gathered with her breathing.

She stared at Wang Fugui, and suddenly tears of blood flowed from her eyes.

Her voice was full of annoyance: "But... I have studied Buddhism for a hundred years, but it still has no effect. Maybe... I should be a demon by nature. Buddhism can't save me, and there is no need to save me..."

The demon muttered to himself, and the evil spirit on his body became more vigorous.

Wang Fugui suddenly reached out and took off his shirt.

When Li Yu saw Wang Fugui's body, it almost turned black, which showed how violent the poison was.

Li Yu was a little worried, if Wang Fugui didn't take the antidote, would he be able to survive until he got out.

Wang Fugui's body was shaking, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time.

But he didn't care, he gave the demon a sad smile: "I'm not a Buddhist, but our practice also pays attention to pure heart and few desires, overcoming demons, and we have something in common with Buddhism."

He raised his swollen arm with difficulty, and pointed to a scar on his heart: "This is the closest I've been to death. Every time I think about it, I still have lingering fears and my body keeps shaking."

"Sometimes in the dead of night, I would dream about that scene back then, and then sweat coldly from fear."

He looked back at Fanling and Yuan Wuquan, and smiled helplessly: "I have always been fearless in front of these juniors and juniors. But only I know how cowardly I am deep down in my heart."

"I also once hated myself, hated why I was so timid, I should go forward, put life and death aside, kill demons and demons, and fight them with my life."

"But I also know that it is human nature to be afraid of death. All creatures in the world desire life and hate death. This is the belief engraved in our bones when the Creator created us. Only by living can we have a future."

He pointed to a scar on his stomach again: "Back when I fought side by side with someone, I didn't have time to parry him. The fellow daoist next to me clearly saw it, but he chose to block it with another knife. Let me be hacked."

"In these years, when I saw him, I was always kind, but in my heart, I always resented him."

"But although I resent, I can understand that his choice at the time was understandable. In that kind of melee, it is impossible for anyone to make the most reasonable choice."

"But I also know that it's normal for me to have resentment. After all, I've already been stabbed. Can't I complain?"

Wang Fugui pointed to his back again: "These scars were left to me by my master. Because when I was young, I loved leisure and hated work, and felt that the life of a cultivator was too hard. It would be better to eat and drink like an ordinary person. Have fun. So I want to give up my practice and live a mediocre life.”

He forced a smile at the banshee: "I have all these negative emotions, not only for me, but for everyone in the world."

"You stayed in the Wuyaji Cemetery since you were a child, and you have never experienced the world of mortals. You think the world is too good, and you think of yourself too badly."

"As everyone knows, if everyone's heart is clear, why did the Buddha work so hard to teach the scriptures?"

The banshee stared blankly at Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui nodded at her: "Those negative emotions are also you. Accept them. Only when you recognize them can you purify them."

The banshee pondered for a long time, then shook her head towards Wang Fugui: "I don't believe you."

Li Yu and Fan Ling's expressions darkened suddenly.

I thought that Wang Fugui had finally found the evil spirit of the banshee, and he could survive this time.

Unexpectedly... still failed.

Wang Fugui seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, he smiled slightly: "You can take out my soul, swallow it in your stomach, and feel the resentment in my heart."

Fan Ling was shocked: "Mold Changsu, are you crazy? Then you will be out of your wits."

Wang Fugui ignored Fanling, he looked directly at the banshee: "If you can get something from my soul, I hope you can let the rest go."

The banshee nodded: "Okay."

Then, she stretched out her hand and a shadow flew out of Wang Fugui's body.The banshee sucked in and swallowed the black shadow.

"Brother!" Fan Ling shouted and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)