big master, big liar

"Everyone has heard about it too? The tragedy at Wuyun Temple?"

The man in the middle of the teahouse talked happily to the people around him: "Only two nights, no one was left alive, and the one who died is more bizarre than the other."

"The road is slippery in rainy days, the government managed to transfer a few people, and moved up the mountain to remove the tree. When I opened the door, I was so frightened that my legs went limp. There are corpses in the yard, tsk tsk." The man said as if he had seen it with his own eyes. lifelike.

"I heard that one who died in the monastery was torn to pieces—tsk, no one even dared to lift the body, it was all broken into pieces. We were so scared that the magistrate fled back like hell."

Those who have heard of this incident couldn't help but say: "Didn't it say that there are evil spirits in Wuyun Temple?"

The man waved his hand: "What a ghost, it's the ghost of Master Jingkong."

There was an uproar around: "Really? Isn't Master Jing Kong ascending?"

"This is what my second uncle's friend who is on duty at the Yamen said, so can it be false?" The man deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You don't even know that the Wuyun Temple has long been closed. A nest of bandits was taken over, and Master Jing Kong and the others were burned to death. All the ascensions are defrauding you of your incense money."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding people seemed to explode and began to discuss.

"I've said it a long time ago. Ascension is just a lie to those fools. I set it on fire for you, and you can also ascend."

"Fortunately I didn't go."

"Loss of conscience, devastation of conscience—"

These people seem to be different from the group of people who spread the efficacies of the Wuyun Temple before. They all showed their foresight, and occasionally sighed for the inhumanity of the wicked.

Seeing the response to his news, the man felt extremely proud, and he concluded with satisfaction: "Master Jingkong is a virtuous monk after all. His soul is still alive after his body dies. This is why these people will be rewarded for their evil."

Song Xuan put down the teacup beside him.

Ji Yunxi asked: "What? Is this tea bad?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "It's not that the tea is bad."

It was he who couldn't drink it.

"Death is like a lamp going out, where does the soul come from?" Song Xuan smiled wryly.

What these people see is that good and evil are rewarded, but because of the bad morals of the world, they forced people to turn into evil spirits to take revenge.

If Jueyuan hadn't been there, I'm afraid they would still sing praises to the wicked.

But even if good and evil are rewarded now, so what?Time can never go back.

"That's why there is Jueyuan." Ji Yunxi said suddenly.

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback.

"Because there are no souls in this world, there is Jueyuan." Ji Yunxi stared at him, curling the corners of her lips. "Because there are some things that are more important than being a person, that's why some people willingly become evil spirits."

All the books pay attention to the way of being a human being, but there are always some things and some moments that will make the identity of "human" meaningless.

But after all, this is not a happy thing, but a sad thing.

Song Xuan shook his head and sighed softly.

Song Xuan didn't want to hear these people talking about this tragic event again, so he went back to the inn with Ji Yunxi, and bumped into Bai Xiaotao when he didn't want to face each other.

For some reason, she didn't seem to speak boldly as usual, and she always looked evasively at Song Xuan: "Mr. Song, the eminent monks at Wuyun Temple are getting better, and the government will come to summon them in a few days , thoroughly investigated the case."

Song Xuan arched his hands: "Thank you all masters for me, for being willing to hide our identities."

Bai Xiaotao nodded, her voice was like a gnat: "Don't worry, I won't mention you either."

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to my room first." Ji Yunxi said suddenly.

Song Xuan became nervous when he heard the words: "What's the matter? Did you catch a cold outside?" Autumn is the easiest time to catch a cold, and Ji Yunxi is weak and sick, so it has been nervous.

"No, I'm a little tired after walking for a day, and it's an old problem. I'll go back first, and you can continue talking." Ji Yunxi went upstairs as he spoke, and gave Bai Xiaotao a slight smile as his eyes wandered.

Only then did Song Xuan feel a little relieved.

Bai Xiaotao was caught by Ji Yunxi's gaze, and she froze for a moment: "I heard that you are leaving tomorrow, and I have something else to do, so I won't see you off.

Song Xuan nodded, with a sincere expression: "These days, thank you Miss Bai for taking care of me."

"It's nothing, it's not a bad thing for my Bai family this time." Bai Xiaotao saved the eminent monk of Wuyun Temple, which can be regarded as a good reputation for the merchant.

"It's just Mr. Song..." Bai Xiaotao hesitated to speak, glanced upstairs, but didn't say anything after all. "I wish you have a nice trip."

"I accept your auspicious words." Song Xuan cupped his hands.

In fact, he still has a good impression of Bai Xiaotao, she is lively and cheerful, and has a bit of pride and righteousness.

It's just that there is always a banquet in the world, and this gathering will eventually come to an end.

On the last night in Wangchuan City, Song Xuan heard Huanshi Ergou barking outside the door in the middle of the night.

"Two dogs!"

He had left Ergou in the inn for several days and asked the shopkeeper to take care of him.

So much so that Er Gou clings so tightly to him now, barking twice from time to time, rubbing against him a few times to act like a baby.

"Oooooooo-"

The two dogs barked like a wolf and a dog, and they were very recognizable.

"Second dog, you—"

Song Xuanmao got up restlessly, and opened the door, but was facing a familiar face outside the door.

Deer-like eyes, a youthful face, and a round bald head—it was Jue Yuan.

There seems to be some changes in his appearance, perhaps because he no longer works in a disheveled manner, his skin seems to be fairer, he is wearing a soft and clean monk robe, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are more agile. All clean and smart.

Although he remained silent.

"Are you... to say goodbye to me?" Song Xuan asked tentatively.

Jue Yuan nodded.

Song Xuan didn't know what to say, he knew that Jue Yuan's visit was probably apologetic.

He didn't want to ask what happened to Wuyun Temple in those two days, nor did he want to know how Jueyuan's revenge was realized, and he didn't want to find out why Jueyuan changed his mind and used his own layout to slaughter Wuyun Temple The upper and lower cadres of people wait.

These questions, apart from revealing Jue Yuan's scars, have no meaning.

"What are your plans for the future?" Song Xuan could only ask dryly.

Jue Yuan put a finger between his lips and blinked.

Song Xuan was taken aback: "Secret?"

Jue Yuan nodded and laughed.

Song Xuan followed him and held the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I won't ask any more questions, see you someday."

Jue Yuan suddenly stretched out three fingers.

Song Xuan was at a loss, not knowing what he meant.

After a while, he remembered that before he agreed to help Jue Yuan, he had asked Jue Yuan to listen to his three requests.

"Third... I'll tell you when this matter is over."

Song Xuan said so at the time.

"The third..." Song Xuan sighed lightly, and finally said it out. "I hope you stop hating."

"Since you have avenged your vengeance, if you want to come to Jingkong, you will not want you to suffer forever. The more you hate, the more you hate, and the more you hurt, the more you hate."

Song Xuan knew that these words of his were destined to be in vain.

Sure enough, he saw Jue Yuan smiled and shook his head.

Just forget the hate.

Just look at it.

Onlookers always say it's so light and easy.

But Song Xuan knew clearly that those who were in the fire of karma had no way to take off their shackles.

Even if you are stepping on thorns, you will go on forever.

They will only burn others in the karmic fire of hatred without hesitation, and destroy themselves as well.

Jue Yuan smiled and said goodbye.

Jueyuan laughed too much this day, he looked so light and playful, but that smile was always like a mask, never reaching his eyes.

After Song Xuan was lying on the bed, he suddenly thought of who Jue Yuan's smile looked like just now.

Like the abbot of Wuyun Temple he saw in his memory.

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