Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

The old monk nodded, turned his back to Lin Shuyang, stretched out one hand to stroke his gray beard, his posture was proud, and he had an air of immortality.

"You must have seen that turbid air. It was born when the world first opened and was trapped in chaos for several years. It was not until more than two thousand years ago that it gradually developed its own consciousness, and then gradually took on a form. But at that time it could only wander around the world as a black turbid air.

Although it has its own consciousness, most of the time it is not much different from the plants in the mountains and forests. To put it simply, it does not have any intelligence and only relies on instinct to absorb energy to strengthen itself.

Sadness, pain, sorrow, anger, these negative emotions generated from people can become its nourishment. After thousands of years of absorption, it has gained its current form and wisdom. "

"You mean, that thing we call a demon is actually a turbid air?" Lin Shuyang frowned. He knew about pure qi, but this was the first time he heard of turbid air.

The old monk nodded: "The reason why I said this matter must be Canglong's, is because Canglong's spine was seriously injured by a sharp weapon in a battle, and he was infected with the disease and almost died. It was the Empress Nuwa who sealed it in the Jiuxi Seal. The pure and pure Qi was drawn out to wash his bones and muscles, which saved his life.

That pure Qi is the only thing left in the world, and it has been integrated with Canglong ever since. The only thing in the world that can restrain the turbid Qi happens to be the pure Qi that exists in Canglong's body, so this matter must be done by him. "

Lin Shuyang was silent this time.

He didn't expect that there was such a connection behind this incident.

The old monk turned around and saw Lin Shuyang's thoughtful look on his face. He suddenly asked a question: "Do you know where people have the most negative emotions?"

Lin Shuyang raised his head and thought: "Everyone has negative emotions, but to say the most...it is difficult to make a conclusion."

The old monk chuckled, then became serious the next moment, "In this world, only war can produce immeasurable negative emotions.

From the Warring States Period to the unification of the Central Plains by the Qin Dynasty, during this period there were countless battles and small battles. The turbid air not only gave birth to its own consciousness, but also took on a form.

After the Song-Jin War a thousand years ago, that turbid energy gave birth to wisdom again. Over the past thousand years, it has never stopped absorbing nutrients. Now that it has spiritual objects like 'Reincarnation' in its hands, it can only absorb more nutrients. "

"Wait a minute," Lin Shuyang interrupted the old monk, "You said it became its current form by absorbing negative emotions, but why did the thing we saw absorb human life?"

"If you eat vegetarian food every day, you will get bored and lose your appetite. After gaining wisdom, isn't it normal for it to change its taste!"

Lin Shuyang couldn't refute this answer for a while.

Feelings are so turbid, do you still know how to mix meat and vegetables?

The old monk waved his hand, "That's not important. What's important is that as long as there are enough negative emotions for it to feed on, it will be able to condense its own entity. By then, nothing in the world can restrain it. .”

"Is everything you said true?"

"Of course, although sometimes what I say is not pleasant to the ears, I will never lie!" When he said this, the old monk's expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious.

Lin Shuyang knows exactly what will happen in China next.

The words in the history textbook are still engraved in his mind. Modern prosperity was obtained by the ancestors with their own flesh and blood. They did it to protect the big country and their small family.

They gave their all and created countless immortal legends with their flesh and blood...

But I never thought that this would actually become an opportunity for a turbid energy to grow and become stronger.

Lin Shuyang felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he wished he could immediately find out the turbid anger and crush his bones and spread it into ashes.

Even if he risked his life, even if his body dissipated, he would not hesitate!

"The backbone and tendons of the Canglong are in my hands, Si Ming, if I leave the Canglong aside, what can I do to completely eliminate that turbid air?"

"You? You can't do it." The old monk shook his head on the ground.

"Why can't I?" Lin Shuyang's eyes darkened, "You didn't tell Canglong Qingqi, otherwise he wouldn't have sealed his body in Yuqiong Peak. Since you deliberately didn't tell him, wasn't it just to let me do this? Something?"

"Cang Long is the god who protects the East. This matter can only be done by him. This is his responsibility and his destiny. No one can replace him.

As for why I didn't tell him, it's because if he knew about Canglong's temperament, he would probably perish with his own body and the turbid energy before he could jump to the stage of reincarnation. "

Lin Shuyang subconsciously clenched his fingers, and his tone was filled with impatience: "What about now? What are you waiting for me here to tell me?"

"Everything in the world has its fate. You have to believe that everything is the best arrangement..." Seeing Lin Shuyang snap his fingers, the old monk immediately took two steps back and asked a question very quickly. : "Do you still have that peace charm with you?"

"Take it, what next?" Lin Shuyang looked unkind and stared at the old monk coldly.

"In ten days, the turbid air will appear again. Wearing the peace charm may save your life."

"Save me a life? What about Canglong? What will happen to him!"

"He...he naturally has his destiny. Well, I really can't reveal this to you."

Lin Shuyang took two steps forward. The old monk suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and said, "Even if you beat me to death now, I won't tell you anything."

The old monk waited for a long time with his eyes closed, all the hair on his body stood up, for fear that Lin Shuyang would really come over and beat him up.

But he waited for a long time and heard no movement.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Lin Shuyang's entire upper body was lying on the stone table, motionless, with no expression on his sideways face, and even his eyes were dull.

"you......"

"I'm fine, Shi Zhuoliang, lower the fire."

The old monk shut up and did not dare to speak anymore.

More than ten minutes later, Lin Shuyang stood up from the stone table. He walked up to the old monk, half-crouched and looked at the old monk's eyes, and said in a soft voice: "I know that you will never say one more word to what you can't say, but You've told me a lot of things today, thank you, and I think I already know the answer."

At the end of the sentence, Lin Shuyang raised the corners of his lips, and his smile was even bright.

After saying that, he stood up and looked up at the big tree covered with young leaves, his gaze distant and firm.

"Old guy, I'm actually quite happy to see you here, but I hope we won't meet again in the future."

When the words fell, Lin Shuyang's figure had disappeared into the vermilion wooden door.