A thousand-year-old enemy wakes up with me

After engraving the brand on Jiang Zhushui's body, Ye Chen's brows and eyes were stained with joy, and his steps became obviously brisk.

He has a bright appearance, with an aggressive beauty, which is already very eye-catching, but at this moment, people can't take their eyes off.

Ye Chen's mood improved, and his attitude towards the two humans improved a lot, "It's better to say they are remnants than ghosts."

The thoughts left by strangers are pure and clean.

There are not many ghosts in this village, the ghosts in the village and the spirits in the market are not malicious. At first glance, they really look like ordinary people living in a ghost land.It's no wonder that Ying Qiao and Ye Feng couldn't recognize each other, after all, they were young and less experienced.

Nian Ling in the market was dressed plainly, and the smile on his face was real and contagious. He looked like a group of honest and honest ordinary villagers.

Ying Qiao and Ye Feng looked at all this with a little surprise, and Ye Chen felt a little boring after explaining it. At this time, a female Nian Ling suddenly said, "Young man, I heard from Lao Wu that your car is broken? Oh, Lao Wu Wu is the one who always drives the minivan, the one that makes a lot of noise and chugs."

Nian Ling who spoke was a thin middle-aged woman. She smiled and handed Ye Chen a pear. The pear was freshly washed with water on it. Then he set his eyes on the woman's hands, which were much whiter than those of other peasants.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at the woman. Because people in the countryside have to work in the fields, their bodies are more or less muscular, and their strength is stronger than those in the city, but this woman looks a little weak, and her lips are also unhealthy. She was pale and sickly, and the only thing that gave off vigor was the woman's light-colored eyes.

Nianling is the product of obsession, and only retains part of the master's previous consciousness. Most of them are ignorant and unaware, and they can't just follow, but the Nianling in front of them is different.

She is conscious.

Seeing that Ye Chen was silent and just staring at her, the woman directly stuffed the pear into Ye Chen's hand, "Eat it, it's clean after washing."

Ye Chen held the pear, with a puzzled expression on his face, he is a demon, and all creatures in the world should be afraid of him.Other unconscious minds avoided him, so how could this conscious mind provoke him?Do you think you have lived too long?

The woman wiped her hands casually, "It's been a long time since anyone came to the village, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

Ye Chen noticed that the woman's fingers were trembling unnaturally, he understood it, he was still afraid.He didn't speak, his eyes stared at the woman like an abyss, cold and terrifying.

The woman's smile weakened a little, and her eyes drifted back and forth among the four of them. She took a deep breath, summoned up her courage and said, "Are you, are you a celestial master?"

Ying Qiao and Ye Feng straightened their expressions and straightened their bodies slightly.Good guy, they didn't recognize what this thing was, but they recognized them first!It is very difficult to be a teacher these days.

As the sun gradually rose, the Nian Ling who supported the stalls also began to pack their things, and soon the market was empty. The woman took Ye Chen and the others to leave the market. Ye Chen just stepped out of the market and Ye Chen looked back. A thick fog enveloped the market place, and the market place quickly disappeared in the thick fog.

Nianling is just an idea, so weak that it cannot be easily attacked. The existence of Nianling depends on the yin energy of this village, but it is still weak, and it takes a long time to cultivate once it comes out.

The only strange thing is that there seem to be too many spirits in this place.Ye Chen blinked, put the thought behind him, and ignored it.

The woman looked at the thick fog and sighed, her pale face was filled with melancholy.

"It exists like this, it's better to go away."

The woman led them to a house. The house looked dilapidated, as if no one had been there for a long time. She said, "Without popularity, the house won't get better no matter how you take care of it."

Her tone is very light, giving people a gentle feeling.

The room is very empty, there are no tables, chairs or benches, it looks a bit deserted, but the backyard is green.

The woman unloaded the bamboo basket from her back, feeling embarrassed, "The folks can come out on the day of the market every month, and they sleep peacefully on weekdays. In the past few years, I have a real body, so I planted some vegetables and brought them over. Make them happy every month."

"Then can they eat?" Ying Qiao was curious.

"It can be eaten, like eating sacrifices." The woman smiled.

Ye Chen looked around, and suddenly said, "Did you ask Old Wu just now?"

The woman clutched the corner of her clothes, "Yes, he is my father."

Ye Chen tilted his head, Lao Wu was the one who drove a pickup truck and went up to the mountains with Lao Zhang to collect herbs every day.

If it is said that the spirits in the market are obsessions, but most of the ghosts in the village are ignorant and chaotic ghosts. Although they seem to be able to communicate, they don’t have much consciousness—if they really have consciousness, why don’t they come to the market to see it? Look at the Nian Ling here.

Lao Zhang and Lao Wu are different from other ghosts in the village, they are more autonomous.

"It is said in the book that mindfulness is an obsession that persists in people's eyes. Is it because you have unresolved concerns that you haven't parted for a long time?" Ying Qiao asked.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and looked at Ying Qiao in surprise. Although the cub was a bit out of tune, he did a good job at reciting, at least he knew what Nian Ling was and how to get rid of Nian Ling.

"Don't rush to boast." Jiang Zhushui leaned closer, talked into Ye Chen's ear, and put the phone in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looked down at the phone. There was a search box in the shape of a magnifying glass on the screen of the phone. There were two big characters "Nian Ling" in it, and the introduction about Nian Ling was below.

Jiang Zhushui's tone was sad, as if he regretted that His Royal Highness was deceived by the villain, "Obviously, he read the cheat sheet."

Ye Chen raised his eyelids lightly, and his black eyes showed a little puzzlement again.

He has seen this little black box that glows several times these days. Jiang Zhushui picked it up many times a day when he was in Ye Zhai. It seemed to be talking to the person on the other side of the box. The little devil analyzed that it should be a sound transmission equipment.But this sound transmission device seems to be the same as that car, and it can't be used here. At least Yingqiao has cried several times that there is no signal in this place.

So, it is not only a sound transmission device, but also a mobile library?

The little devil remained calm and did not speak.

"Obsession?" The woman's eyes were empty, with a fragile sense of brokenness all over her body, "There is no obsession. We are just trapped here and cannot leave."

"Can't do without? Then you belong to the earth-bound spirit, which conflicts with our business scope." Ying Qiao spoke suddenly, completely breaking the sad atmosphere.

Everyone: "..."

Ying Qiao looked innocent: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

The scene was quiet and embarrassing. The woman didn't know how to speak, and she herself didn't know what form she was in now. She only knew that normal ghosts should go to the underworld to queue up to reincarnate, but the people in the village were trapped here. They left If they don't open, and there is no ghost messenger to catch them, they will be left here to do nothing.

She was lucky enough to remember the events of her life, but her scope of activities was limited to the market and this old house, where she could watch the village chief and her father go up the mountain to collect herbs, but they couldn't see him .

"Stop talking nonsense, do you really think that the king brought you out to fulfill your wish? Tell me, where are the ancestral halls and altars in your village?" Ye Chen ran out of patience, and even began to think about blowing up this place.

The woman said at a loss: "There is no altar in our village... As for the ancestral hall, I heard from my father that there was one when I was young, but later that place was blocked by a place and it was demolished."

Ye Chen was stunned: "No?"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhushui, who also looked at him, without words, Ye Chen understood instantly.

Ye Chen's lips were tightly closed, his dark eyes were gradually covered with anger, a strand of forehead hair fell on the brow bone, his meandering face became more sharp, and his aura of disdain for the monstrous waves made people dare not look directly at him.

Jiang Zhushui leaned over to push the lock of hair from his forehead, but Ye Chen directly slapped his hand away, with a little annoyance in his eyes, "You already knew."

Ye Chen didn't speak anymore, but anyone could see that he was obviously very angry now.

It is living sacrifice.

He should have thought that Tiandao had no such good intentions, and that the sacrifice of evil desires would at most make him sick, without any real harm.

Only the sacrifice of living people, disregarding human relations, and committing heinous crimes can bring down sins and punish them with thunder.

The little devil was extremely angry, but felt something was wrong.

He is a sacrificial person, and the punishment he received is much higher than that of the sacrificial priest. The way of heaven is so calculated, and he does not hesitate to destroy the rules. He is determined to kill him. How can he allow him to live until now.

But he is still standing here, just like Jiang Zhushui is alive.

Ye Chen suddenly realized something in a flash of inspiration. He looked at Jiang Zhushui with dark eyes, and the latter looked back openly, but didn't go forward.

——Jiang Zhushui is not reincarnation.

He was wrong from the beginning.Tiandao has not given up killing him, which means that Jiang Zhushui still has a chance to become enlightened.

"Some people have lived so long that they don't even lose their face, they can even deceive demons." Ye Chen snorted lightly.

Clearly protected by the Dao of Heaven but still came to lie to his brand, said in his mouth that he was afraid of being stared at by ghosts, not sure what he was thinking.

"Humans are indeed the most liar race."

Ying Qiao felt wrong: "You can't say that, I think ghosts are good at lying, isn't there a saying that tells a lot of lies, and people become ghosts after death, this is probably the same line..." Can lie .

Ying Qiao wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but under the watchful eyes of the little demon king, his voice became softer as he spoke, and finally fell silent.

Ye Chen's tone was cold: "Did I pamper you too much?"

Ying Qiao covered his mouth and blinked to show that he was still very good. He quietly gave Jiang Zhushui a look of helplessness, expressing that he was not disrespecting his elders, but that he was really incapable of saving them.

The woman said weakly: "Well, so can some masters of heaven help me to deliver a letter to my father?"

She is just a Nian Ling who doesn't understand anything, and can't understand what these masters are arguing about.

When Ye Chen heard the woman talking, he remembered that there was still someone in the room. The woman recognized them as "Tianshi" just now, and came up to strike up a conversation and wanted "Tianshi" to send a letter to her father for her.

"Where is the letter?" Ye Chen asked.

"Thank you, my lord. The letter is in the cabinet. You can see it when you open the door." The woman smiled.

Ye Chen opened the cabinet. There were only a few boxes of chalk in the cabinet. There were spider webs in the corners. It was dark and empty. There was no letter.

He blocked the cabinet with his body, listening to the woman behind him chanting.

"I died so suddenly that I didn't even leave a message. My father is only my daughter. What should I do when he gets old..."

"And the children in the village must study hard. Only by studying hard can they serve the country and see a bigger world..."

"I don't know if my family can take good care of the child after I die. My son is young and can't walk yet..."

The living people listened quietly to her talking about her family, about the children in the village, and about her own older son, even the jumping Yingqiao couldn't help wiping away tears.

The woman's figure gradually faded until it disappeared, but there was an extra letter in the cabinet.

The little devil picked up the envelope and lowered his eyes slightly, "People are the best at lying."

Not only will you deceive others, but you will also deceive yourself.

"Nianling lied to me that the people in my village were still alive, and the ghosts in the village lied to me that these Nianlings just went to other cities, and they all forgot that they were dead." Ye Feng murmured.

He looked at Ye Chen: "Is that so?"

His eye circles were still red, eager to get an answer.

Ye Chen looked up at him, didn't say yes or no, but Ye Feng already understood, "What was written in the letter?"

"Ye Chongguang told me that you are very talented." Ye Chen said.

If you learn Taoism quickly, you will be able to understand it quickly. Among the younger generation of Taoism, he is the second, and no one dares to be the first.

Ye Chen said again: "But you are not suitable to take this path."

Ye Feng is too easy to empathize, not only with humans, but also with ghosts, and most ghosts in the world have unspeakable obsessions and cannot overcome that hurdle.If it was thousands of years ago, such a person would have only two outcomes, either to save all sentient beings and become a Buddha immediately, or to be driven mad by the suffering in the world.

Ye Feng didn't care about the devil's evaluation of him, and asked persistently: "What was written in the letter?"

Ye Chen stared at him for a while, and finally told the truth: "With her power of thought, it is not easy to transform this letter."

So there is nothing in the letter.

Just like the empty cabinet with only two boxes of chalk just now.

The author has something to say:

Ye Chen: Thank you for the invitation, the brand was deceived, and the family went bankrupt.