Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Wuyao is known as "immortal medicine", and it is often used in many Danxiu prescriptions, so Taoists often ask people to buy black medicine.The place where this medicine is most abundant is the Tiantai Mountain with its beautiful mountains and rivers.

If you want to find clues about Wuyao, you should naturally go to Tiantai Mountain.

Everyone naturally knows this place.

But it was not because of black medicine, but because of the devil "Xiao Yihe".

Even Nan Rongke, who doesn't like reading, has heard some bloody stories about "the devil Xiao Yihe slaughtered [-] people on Tiantai Mountain", but all of them are horrifying and bizarre.Therefore, when he heard that he was going to Mount Tiantai, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Sect Master Xue, thinking that with his eccentric temperament, Sect Master Xue might say something.

However, until everyone arrived at Pengxi County at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, Sect Master Xue just frowned slightly and did not say a word.

The two juniors of Nan Rongke have never been to Tiantai Mountain, and there are old events foreshadowing, and they are worried. They did not expect that after they landed, they saw Yebi Xingming, Sangzhe shadows slanting, eight mountains, half water and half fields, which is a lively and peaceful place. day.

Every household raises wine and raises flags, preparing for the festival.

The traces of blood flowing and drifting in the past can no longer be seen.

Pengxi County is surrounded by mountains and waters. Although it is already autumn, the lotus leaves in the city are still undefeated. Looking at the vitality of the green pool, the lotus pods are already old at this time, but they can still be inserted into bottles and placed on display. At the head of the bed, the room is full of fragrance, so many peasant girls are still happy, picking and frolicking around the water.

Although the girls were dressed plainly, they were all pretty and spunky, with radiant faces, and their cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, revealing two jade lotus-like arms.

Chao Xizhi got closer and was splashed with water. The peasant girls were apologizing, and when they saw his appearance, they covered their mouths and laughed. One said to take him to change clothes, the other said to take him to warm up. Take a pair of beautiful eyes and look at them openly.

The corners of the cuffs and clothes were ripped apart by two groups of people, Chao Xizhi blushed and tugged back at her sleeves, fearing that she would encounter something inappropriate and didn't know who to turn to for help.

Just as he was so ashamed that he was about to crawl into the cracks in the ground, another figure bumped into him, rescued him, and asked with a smile: "My dear sisters, he is a monk, so don't tease him. My clothes are also wet. Why don't you take me to the fire?"

Only then did the ladies take a closer look at Chao Xizhi's attire, and indeed they could see a bit of style, and stomped their feet in annoyance: "It's a bull-nosed person!"

Seeing that Chao Xizhi couldn't be funny, this group of girls turned their heads and bumped into Xiao Yihe who came forward.Just as she was talking about taking him home to dry clothes, she was holding his hand, but the next moment, he suddenly jumped back, tilted his shoulders, and walked backwards.

Xiao Yihe's expression froze, and he tried hard to stretch his feet and restrain himself.

But the two legs were not willing to be controlled, and finally headed towards the tea shed on the side, and under the tung oil umbrella of the tea shed was sitting a gentleman in black with a straight back.

"Again!" Xiao Yihe thought in his heart, "He never gets tired of using the same trick!"

When the girls were surprised, they watched him fly back in front of the man like an arrow returning home, struggled for a while, left foot mixed with the right foot, and suddenly sat in the arms of the cold and handsome man .

Xue Xuanwei was still holding a cup of rough porcelain in his hand, his brows were cold, and he didn't like that he always looked tender and sweet to everyone.At this time, he suddenly fell into his arms, paused for a while, and couldn't get annoyed anymore, his expression gradually eased, he gently put down the teacup, raised his hand to touch his cuff, and wiped away the splashed water.

"..." Xiao Yihe sat on his lap and wanted to get up, but he couldn't resist the power of the soul contract. When he got up, his legs became weak. After trying hard for a while, he only turned his face sideways, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his tight crotch. jaw.

He complained endlessly, just thinking that this bastard can quickly accept this supernatural power.

The folk customs in Pengxi County are open, and the voices of peasant girls laughing and joking can be heard by the water. Accompanied by the sound of running water, it seems to be vaguely saying something: "...It turns out that the sweetheart is jealous, so you are not allowed to play with us."

Xiao Yihe heard his restrained snorting, saw the soft light golden down on his chin, gritted his teeth and scolded him in his heart, and suddenly thought of something from this posture, his heart skipped a few times.

He secretly squinted his right eye, seeing the juniors all looking at him in shock, he said with difficulty: "On the street, you are too... frivolous!"

Xue Xuan kept his face unchanged: "I have done more frivolous things before, are you still afraid of this? Back then, you were comparable to this..."

He gently picked it up and put it down, half-talking and half-covering, trying to cover up.

But Xiao Yihe understood his subtext.

——You have far more waves than this.

Thanks to the blessing of his blood and blood, Xiao Yihe has recovered some memories, and knows that he is talking about the things on the island in the middle of the lake, but at that time, how could he think that he would have a day of resurrection?What's more, he didn't expect that in the past few years, the pure and pure Bai Lian had changed so much, his stomach was full of bad water.

In short, the present and the past are not the same. The prostitution back then does not mean that he can continue to pervert in front of Xue Xuanwei now.

Xiao Yihe felt that he would never have to see anyone again, so he wanted to smash his head on Xue Xuanwei's shoulder, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Seeing his weakness, Chao Xizhi worriedly said: "Young fellow Daoist's face is so red, but the wound has recurred?"

Ning Wushuang knew the inside story, snorted and rolled his eyes.And Nan Rongke took Chao Wendao to buy candied haws and honeydewed lotus root, and he didn't dare to look more.

Xue Xuan glanced sideways, curled his lips slightly, and his voice was a little lower: "It's nothing, he's just afraid of the cold and dizzy."

Xiao Yihe: "..."

Afraid of the cold and dizziness, these two reasons he used to fool Xue Xuanwei in order to escape back then.

At this time, there were three or two passers-by in the tea shed who were seated. Seeing the two of them across a few small tables, they were stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Brothers and friends, you are respectful, you are really enviable."

Xue Xuan smiled generously: "I see, every time he gets sick, he just likes to act like a baby." He breathed lightly, and his voice sounded in Xiao Yihe's ear, he was really as considerate as an elder brother caring for his younger brother, "Look up and let me see Look, but you have a fever again?"

Xiao Yihe almost vomited blood with embarrassment at the sentence "Brothers and brothers love and act like a baby".Xue Xuanwei stretched out his hand to break his face again, but he pretended not to understand, and even buried his face and refused to lift it up, feeling ashamed, so he had no choice but to let him hug him without saying a word.

Chao Xizhi saw that the old man in the tea shed was throwing a few pomelo leaves into the hot kettle: "Why do you boil pomelo leaves?"

The old man laughed and said, "Boiling pomelo leaves is for exorcising evil spirits. It is a social custom handed down after the blood demon slaughtered the city."

Someone wondered: "Massacre the city?"

"Several nobles came from afar, and they look young, so it's normal not to have heard of it." Seeing that everyone in the tea pavilion looked blank, the old man continued to add firewood under the pot, and shook his head, "Don't say it's you, at that time The entire Tiantai Mountain was filled with blood, and even my father, brother, grandparents and sister-in-law were killed by that gorefiend. I just remembered that I escaped under the protection of my mother..."

Hearing this, Xue Xuanwei put one hand on the boy in his arms, and stood up suddenly.

He stood up abruptly, even Xiao Yihe didn't react, instinctively hugged him in fright, and hung his whole body on his shoulders.

The old man was old and hard of hearing, and he liked to miss the past when people were busy. He didn't notice the movement of the two of them. He stirred the grapefruit leaf water in the pot and said to himself: "But my mother is just a peasant woman. How can I escape from that blood demon? In fact, it was not my mother who rescued me, but a fairy elder in white. I can’t remember what he looks like, I just remember..."

Xue Xuanwei had almost stepped out of the tea pavilion, but stood still at this moment.

"... After he put us mother and son down, he even played a funny tune to coax me from crying."

"..." Xiao Yihe froze, saw Nan Rongke in the distance, and suddenly said greedily, "Candied haws! Sect Master Xue, I want to eat too."

The old man said: "That's really... I've never heard such an ugly song in my life."

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, glanced at the old man, at the candied haws, then walked back to the tea booth with Xiao Yihe in his arms, sat down slowly, and only raised his hand a flash of spiritual light flew out.

Over there, Nan Rongke was hanging out with Chao Wendao when he was hit by a stone in the back of the head suddenly. He scolded who it was in anger, and suddenly a burst of spiritual light burst out in his ear, and a majestic and stern voice came out: "Two strings Candied haws, return quickly."

Nan Rongke: "..."

Not long after, Xiao Yihe grabbed two bunches of round, bright red, and oily syrup candied haws, one in each hand, and was forced to sit on someone's lap, smiling innocently at Nan Rongke.

The old man talked about his childhood, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tea pavilion: "It's been 70 years. At that time, the Tiantai Mountain landslide shook the sky, the sky was shaken, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the heavy rain fell like a waterfall flowing backwards. It didn't stop for days and nights... ..."

"Mom—wow—!"

A thin and short figure was lying under a bundle of thatch, and the downpour of rain collapsed the simple thatched hut. The little doll was babbling, crying loudly and crawling towards the unconscious mother.But his bloated and ill-fitting little clothes were pressed by a thick wooden beam, and he just got up when he fell to the ground and gnawed a mouthful of muddy water.

Panicked exclamations sounded from all directions: "Run, run... The mountain is about to collapse!"

The sky of Tiantai Mountain seemed to have leaked a hole, the rain poured down like a torrent, and poured into the world like a waterfall. Countless households were washed away by the heavy rain. Hundreds of thousands of people who tried to save themselves by Fushui died.

"I can't run away anymore..." Thousands of people fell to the ground and howled, and panickedly climbed up to the roof, and the shouts resounded through the mountains, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

A group of people staggered up the hill.

"Mother, father..." The little boy's thatched hut was built on this small hill. The rain washed away the house, but it was not completely submerged. The little boy could never wake up his unconscious mother. He was cold and afraid, He also cried loudly.

He was crying out of breath, and suddenly someone turned over the thatch that covered him. He blinked and saw a piece of red rope on the wrist of the visitor, which was woven by Auntie herself, so he burst into tears and smiled: "Daddy!" !"

But the next moment, he was grabbed by the arm by the man and pulled upwards. His clothes were pressed by the beams, but his thin wrist was pulled hard. The pain caused him to yell daddy, but his face was expressionless and his face was ashen. Ignore him.

The noise at the foot of the mountain suddenly became more noisy, the sky suddenly lit up, as if a golden lightning flashed in an instant, and then a huge formation was buckled down—the torrential rain fell on the bright light, as if it was soaked into an invisible membrane, and it seemed to fall into the sky. Countless bright little stars fell, and the rain suddenly became much weaker.

Above the golden formation, a snow-white figure stood in the air.

Before the people had time to cheer, a flash of spiritual light burst out from the shadow's hand, and then there were several bangs and bangs in the crowd, several people fell headfirst, and scarlet blood spread.Immediately afterwards, several streaks of spiritual light burst into all directions of Tiantai Mountain, and wherever they went, groups of corpses fell down.

The skin of the fallen person instantly withered, and wisps of green smoke overflowed from the corpse, which was cut off by the white clothes.

After a long time, the crowd burst out with a cry of panic, and the fear dissipated all of a sudden. The people who had been flocking to the fairy in white to beg for protection suddenly turned their heads and fled in all directions like frightened birds.

The little boy in the thatched hut was still held by his father with one hand, and his eyes were fixed on him, as if he was holding a hare upside down. His thin rod-like arm was almost torn off.

"Wuuu...Mum, Daddy..." While weeping convulsively, a figure in white feathered clothes and wearing a jade flute lightly landed on the gravel.

There was no wind or rain all over the body of the fairy in white, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, he was as peaceful and beautiful as the gods and Buddhas in the temples on the mountain. With a touch of the jade flute, the man silently let go of the boy's hand, and his eyes were fixed on the spot. like a statue.

When the little baby saw him, he smelled a pleasant and sweet fragrance, stared blankly, and forgot to cry for a while.

"Stop crying." He bowed slightly and picked up the boy, took out a candy wrapped in glass paper from his sleeve, stuffed it into his mouth, and wrapped him in his arms.Then with just a slight lift of the finger, the broken wood and thatch stalks all over the ground floated up in the air, revealing the woman buried under it again.

Stretching out his hand between the woman's eyebrows, he breathed a sigh of relief, and walked slowly out of the mountain with the mother and son.

After eating his candy, the boy fell asleep for some reason, hanging in the hollow of his shoulder, calling out in a childlike voice, "Daddy..."

Yijian's aura returned to the sleeve, and with a plop, a corpse wearing a red bracelet fell into the torrential rain, with gray eyes.

The man in white didn't turn his head back, he patiently stroked the child's hair, until the sound of the rain gradually subsided, he put him down, and said in a low voice: "Your father is going to a distant place for business, you have to be good, take good care of your mother, you know ?"

Looking back, I was already in a tidy and tidy courtyard, surrounded by various comatose people who were as unconscious as my mother. refused to let go.

The fairy elder in white was helpless for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, he took out his jade flute and sat on the floor, using all he had learned in his life, played a little song.

After playing the song intoxicatedly, the little doll covered her ears in astonishment, and had already receded eight zhang away.

He laughed twice, took out a small handful of glazed sugar, threw it far away, then jumped up to the courtyard wall and eaves, turning into a cloud of white clouds and leaving.

The old man sighed: "From now on, I have never seen him again. All my life, the old man has been thinking about finding an opportunity to repay the immortal... But those who survived said that the man in white is the blood demon who slaughtered the city." , [-] blood debts, but I don't want to believe that such a person would kill for no reason..."

"Old man!" Xiao Yihe held a fiery red and bright hawthorn in his mouth, held his chin, interrupted the old man with a smile to continue recalling the past, and rudely begged for a sip of pomelo leaf tea.

Hearing the words, the old man realized that he was getting old and gossiped too much, so he hurriedly got up to work.

When Nan Rongke saw him, he went to help, and at the same time condemned him: "You have hands and feet, why don't you handle them yourself?"

Before he got the bowl and spoon, he was jokingly pushed away by Xiao Yihe, the old man cheerfully said "It's okay, it's okay", and he brought a bowl of hot tea to Xiao Yihe's table.

Xue Xuan looked at him slightly, and saw a thread of luck flow out from the old man's cinnamon-like palm, and silently merged into the young man.

Then he saw that the heaviness covering the old man's waist seemed to disappear suddenly. He turned around to scoop water, his body straightened a little, as if he had become two years younger in an instant.

Nan Rongke also saw it, rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was wrong, and then stared at Xiao Yihe, who shook his legs, took the tea and drank it.

Xiao Yihe: "Thank you old man, this pomelo leaf water is very sweet and quenches your thirst."

The lantern swayed gently, and the warm orange light melted on Xiao Yihe's pale side face, adding a little rosiness to his already pale face.

Xue Xuanwei took the tea from the old man and said in a spirited way: "Your favor has been repaid."

The old man looked at him bewilderedly.

Xue Xuanwei didn't understand anymore, looking down at the drunk pomelo leaf tea in his hand, seeing Xiao Yihe concentrating on chewing the hawthorn icing, suddenly asked: "Is it sweet?"

"Huh?" Xiao Yihe's half of his cheeks bulged, like a squirrel that had stored up food, he nodded when he heard the words, handed the remaining half to his mouth, and said vaguely: "You want to eat too?"

I thought he wouldn't respond, after all he didn't like these sweet and greasy things since he was a child, and was about to take it back, but Xue Xuanwei opened his mouth, took a bite, and licked his tongue.

Back then, Xiao Yihe slaughtered several cities successively, and was captured alive by Xue Xuanwei after that, and imprisoned on Huxin Island.

In that year, there was a lot of grievances in the world. In order to quell the turmoil, Xue Xuanwei had to visit these places one by one.

After the death of a mortal, the three souls are scattered around the body, and after being saved, the three souls condense into one, and go to the underworld to be reincarnated.

However, after Xue Xuanwei cleaned up several cities, he found that the number of dead souls who succeeded in supersession was far less than the number slaughtered by Xiao Yihe, and this ratio had even reached no one in a hundred.

This shows that these three souls were missing before their lives, and they became walking corpses.One of the three souls is missing, and the human body is like a ghoul, or stupid, or crazy, suffering unbearably, and cannot be reincarnated after death.

And the sword energy remaining on these corpses is by no means demonic energy, but the power of pure spiritual purification.

Back then, everyone was terrified of Xiao Yihe's infatuation, they kept it secret, and even refused to mention his name. Xue Xuanwei had no personal experience of many details, so he had no way of understanding and exploring them.

Today, these details have finally been reproduced bit by bit.

No matter how stupid Xue Xuanwei was, he gradually pieced together the truth about the massacre of the city.

Xue Xuanwei once thought that Xiao Yihe got into the devil first and then slaughtered the city.

No, no, he was wrong all along!

——The three souls of these innocent people may have been taken away by the demonized master long ago.

The lost soul may not be visible on the surface, but after a long period of time, it will definitely be in pain and become an unconscious ghoul.Faced with so many people who have lost their souls, Xiao Yihe has nothing to do, he can only seal off these "ghouls" before they go crazy, and control them by killing them.Kill their bodies, and free their remaining souls from wandering and suffering.

But killing evil is like an obstacle, tens of thousands of lives, that is, thousands of causes and effects, are shouldered by him.

No matter how talented and intelligent he is, his Taoism is outstanding, but he is also a person full of emotions.

In this way, how can we not suddenly have a heart demon? !

Xue Xuan couldn't tell whether it was pain, shock, or endless regret.

He only felt a sourness flowing into his throat. He pressed his suffocated chest and said in a low voice: "If I hadn't retreated at the beginning..."

Xiao Yihe tugged at his sleeve, blinked and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Xue Xuan closed his voice slightly, and looked at him dully.

He is always like this, whenever others are sad and suffering, he can always find out the first time, Runyu's silent care.

Xue Xuan lowered his head slightly and creaked again, biting the sugar coating, with a ferocious and cold expression, as if he was crushing Xiao Yihe's thin and helpless ribs, but his voice was hoarse: "...bitter."

A drop of syrup melted and fell on Xue Xuanwei's hand, Xiao Yihe didn't know what to think, held his palm and lowered his head to lick it, the sweetness rolled into his mouth and flowed into the root of his tongue, he himself was stunned.

I pressed my cheek and felt a little hot.After a while, I couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not bitter."

The island in the middle of the lake has beautiful scenery, the people around are handsome and handsome, and the candied haws are red and round, not bitter at all.

Xue Xuanwei stared at those protruding lips, trembling at the tip of his heart, and wiped off the sugar water sticking to his lips.

The others felt that they couldn't see, and turned their heads away, but one person, as if he couldn't understand the current atmosphere, yelled loudly: "Ah... my eyes!"

Crowd: "..."

The man covered his left eye and cried bitterly: "My left eye is really sore all of a sudden, brother, please help me!"

The tea guest at the same table had no choice but to push his fingers away. When he saw it, he was really shocked: "Hey! What did you see that shouldn't be seen, and your eyes are so red and swollen?"

The others also looked over when they heard the words, and made fun of him and said: "These days the city is full of flowers and flowers, and there are even more prostitutes than in the past. Did you do something shameful behind your wife's back, and you were punished?" Right? Hurry up and burn incense at Yinruo Temple, and ask Master to drive away bad luck!"

The man blushed with embarrassment and his neck was thick: "Nonsense, nonsense... I am not married yet, how can I carry my wife behind my back?!"

There was a burst of laughter in the tea booth.

Xiao Yihe also glanced at it, but frowned slightly, leaned towards Xue Xuanwei, and whispered: "Sect Master Xue, have you seen it too?"

Xue Xuan nodded slightly.

——There is indeed a faint layer of bad luck around that eye.