The devil is me

It was too late to say that, but before the man could react, a flame hit his forearm and set his sleeve on fire, causing him to howl in pain.

The firelight instantly reflected his falcon-like eyes, but his mouth and nose were covered with a black handkerchief so that he could not see his complete face clearly.Shen Po was startled by that gaze, the man rolled his eyes, rolled on the spot, and rolled down a ravine on one side, hidden among the vegetation, and disappeared from sight for a while.

The three of them searched around for a long time, but on a moonless night, they became excellent accomplices in covering up their tracks, and they couldn't find any trace of him at all.

Ling Yaosi was very frustrated, such a murderer murdered nearly forty members of the Kong family and Huang family, which can be described as a heinous crime, but he was lucky enough to escape.

Shen Po was always optimistic, patted him on the shoulder and said: "However, this person's arm was injured, and he fell from such a high place, most likely seriously injured, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cause trouble for everyone."

Yun Chong and his brows did not relax, he stood looking at the vast night, the cold wind raised his sleeves, making a fluttering sound.

"What's the matter, Master?" Shen Po noticed his worry.

"It's Zhi Ling." Yun Chong said softly, "The flame that hit his arm just now is Zhi Ling. I wonder why the fire ignited from the Huang family. The spirit will follow and burn it into coke."

"The methods are so cruel." Yun Chonghe squeezed the Maoling sword tightly, his knuckles glowing white, "Although this person is a Buddhist cultivator, he is well versed in advanced techniques of Buddhist cultivation, but the way he threw the talisman paper in the end is hard to conceal the fact that Taoist cultivators In addition to the habit of manipulating Zhi Ling to do this murder, I am afraid that it is the handiwork of some family, I am worried that this matter is not so simple."

Shen Po's thoughts turned quickly: "Buddhist cultivators commit crimes everywhere, and Taoists will definitely attack them. It is bound to intensify the contradiction between Buddhism and Taoism."

"I'm afraid the storm is about to come." Yun Chonghe sighed.

At that time, Shen Po still had a little bit of luck, thinking that it might be Yun Chong and his unfounded worries, and that this person might have nothing more than a personal enmity with Huang and Kong.

He thought that the New Year's Eve of that year would be the same as every New Year's Eve in previous years. All the brothers and sisters in Penglai crowded together warmly in the dining hall, and he was next to Yun Chonghe, and everyone ate lively. Have a meal of reunion dumplings and drink the fragrant fairy mushroom soup.Sometimes Yun Chonghe would accurately fish out a dumpling wrapped with a copper plate and put it into his bowl, as if secretly giving the best prize in the world to Shen Po alone.

At the end of Zishi, everyone gathered on the top of Penglai Peak, clapped their hands from the cold, and looked at the lights of Wanjia they guarded with bright eyes. When the fireworks were flying brightly in the sky, they let go of the Kongming lanterns made by everyone and made a good wish. new year wishes.

What he promises every year is: eradicating the strong and helping the weak, peace and well-being.Write this sentence carefully on the inside of the lantern paper, the first half sentence is for himself, and the second half sentence is for Yun Chonghe.

But who would have expected that these two unresolved cases would directly cause the three masters of the Taoist sect to join forces to attack the three major monasteries of the Buddhist cultivators. Because the Kong family was loved by the people, but died at the hands of the Buddhist cultivators, the Buddhist sect lost a lot of popular support.Enjue Temple was bloodbathed, Jialan Temple and Guanzhao Temple were seriously injured, and other small temples were smashed so many that it was almost difficult to gain a foothold.

For a while, many small Taoist clans rose up, and the Taoist masters were even more popular among the people, and the territory became wider and wider.

But soon the Buddhist sect was unwilling to be humiliated, and tried their best to resist the rule of the Taoist sect. For a while, there was a bloody storm, and within a day, many people were exposed to the streets, and blood flowed across the oars.There is no one to support the old, no one to support the young, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a purgatory on earth.

But the road is frozen to death, and the wealthy family still stinks of wine and meat.Because most of the Daoist families have tasted the sweetness, there are many main fighters and few main peacers.Therefore, at the end of the year, Yunchong and He were too tired to travel to mediate, even on the way back to Penglai on New Year's Eve, they were unable to have a New Year's Eve dinner with everyone.

On the top of Penglai Peak, you can't see the harmony of thousands of families, and the lights are bright. There are only sporadic lights, piercing the distant night, and projecting them almost silently and without warmth.

When Yun Chonghe came back, it was already dawn, and his body was still wounded.

Although he has a high prestige, it is not easy to persuade various families to relic for righteousness.There are those who treat each other with courtesy and are finally able to invite him out politely, and those who are arrogant and domineering fight directly. Yun Chonghe always insists that the sword does not point at people of the same way, so the sword does not come out of the sheath, and he does not use his best. He is often wounded and returned. Penglai.

How can Shen Po bear it, every time he sees Yun Chonghe's pale face, injured and breathing adjustment, his teeth itch with hatred.

"These villains fight violently when they disagree with each other. Master should draw his sword to defend himself, and let them know that we value him by talking to them well!" Shen Po's eyes were red, and he choked with distress.

"You don't need to hate." Yun Chong said softly, "These people are not treacherous and evil. I went here to seek peace and help the world, and I must not hurt the harmony again."

Shen Poqi is pedantic, but the truth is correct.Although I can't be a saint myself, but seeing Yun Chonghe, I always believe in the righteous way, and there is still a square inch of light in the world.

He also believed that this turbid world will get better one day, as long as the clouds are in harmony, it will definitely get better.

It's a pity that the sky wants to make the world dark, so it extinguishes this light.

Xi Buwen didn't sleep well when he came back to the cage, and because of brooding thoughts about the past and the rift between Buddhism and Taoism, he was even more depressed.He believes in Buddhism and has no thought of believing in Buddhism, but the two people's heart of eliminating the strong and helping the weak has not changed, and they all lead to the same goal. It can be seen that no matter what a person believes in, there is always some righteousness that is fundamental to human beings and cannot be abandoned.

That being the case, why the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism would turn into a monstrous disaster is really unexpected.

However, things are impermanent. In his last life, he wanted to be a righteous man like Yun Chonghe, but unexpectedly, his hands were covered with the blood of monks in the end. Although those people are not innocent, is it mixed with the blood and tears of innocent people? , it is also difficult to distinguish clearly.

Those who died were not someone's husband, someone's son, or someone's father.

Feeling sorry for him, he raised his head slightly, and saw that Wu Nian was sleeping peacefully, his pale eyes were closed, and he looked handsome and gentle, and his demeanor around him was not so deserted, but rather human, and even leaned on him. Xi Buwen on his shoulder felt some warmth.

There is a thin line of white belly in the sky, but the early winter morning is cold and cold, and everything is silent.

Xi Buwen suddenly thought that if time stayed at this moment, it would not be bad.

But the sky never did what he wanted, a sharp suona sound pierced the silent sky, and woke up the people around him.

The sound of the suona was too strange and piercing, as if it was directly smashing into the Tianling Gai.Wu Nian woke up suddenly, trembling slightly from shock, when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw Xi Buwen hanging in the air with his hands raised.

"What are you doing?" Wu Nian rubbed his brows in confusion, suddenly he was a little nervous again, and calmly glanced down at the skirt of his clothes.

Although this glance was calm, it finally fell into Xi Buwen's eyes.

What does it mean?

Xi Buwen considers himself frivolous, but he is by no means a person who takes advantage of others, and it is even more impossible for him to do anything while Wu Nian is asleep. He is a little annoyed and embarrassed.

"I...I was just trying to cover your ears for you." Xi Buwen put down his hands, all his anger turned towards the suona player, "What kind of suona are you playing so early in the morning!"

Suona is an instrument that is either red or white. It must be a trivial matter to play it so early in the sky.

There is a rule in Buddhism, when you encounter someone doing something trivial, you must stand with your hands clasped together and watch you off.Wu Nian got up and went outside the cave, Xi Buwen followed behind, suddenly saw his back in a daze for a moment, then hurried over, and found a big red sedan chair walking in the forest.

It was the time when the fog in the mountains was thickest in the morning, and this touch of red in the bleak white mist, like fat and blood, appeared abrupt and colorful.

This sedan chair is also in the shape of an eight-carrying sedan chair. The deacon of the golden lamp, the people who send the wedding are all dressed in wedding clothes, and they are blowing funeral music very hard. , was placed in a paper box.

"This is... a dark marriage?" Xi Buwen frowned, and Wu Nian also showed a very disgusted look.

This is a bad habit, only some small villages and towns can see it.Where there is a shortage of female corpses, they are often willing to spend thousands of dollars to buy the corpse of a woman of the right age.Behind it is also a set of dirty business.

The sound of the suona moved from far to near, and the group of people who were sending off the wedding gradually approached. Suddenly, the soul-locking bell on Xi Buwen's waist shone brightly!

Xi Buwen didn't see why for a while, so in order not to startle the snake, he hid the soul-locking bell in his sleeve, and walked forward to stop the team with his sword in his hand.

"Bah, that's fucking unlucky." A middle-aged man who was playing the suona at the front stopped and spat hard, "Are you blind?"

Xi Buwen was full of smiles, and his tone was very polite: "Excuse me, are you a team for a ghost wedding?"

"Can't you see it?" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "Get out of the way, don't delay the auspicious time."

Xi Buwen pointed at the sedan chair with his scabbard: "This is the bride?" The man ignored him, Xi Buwen asked again: "Is the bride beautiful?"

The man was a little guilty, but he still stared at him with ghostly eyes: "I've been dead for so long, what's so beautiful?!"

The corpse in the sedan chair was actually very fresh, and Xi knew it by smelling it without asking, so he didn't say much.

"How is your income in this business? How much money can you make on this trip?"

The middle-aged man thought that he was also interested in this business, so he glanced at him: "Dong Gezhuang makes a lot of money here. They are interested in this, and they always go there several times a month. At least they can earn 50 taels of silver."

"Yo, so much money?" Xi Buwen showed envy.

The person who carried the sedan chair at the back stopped the sedan chair and wiped his sweat. Seeing that Xi Buwen was young, he didn't want him to do this job: "Who doesn't know Dong Gezhuang? Everyone in this industry has washed their hands in gold basins. It's not that no one can do it. This price."

"what happened?"

"Damn, nine of the ten people who were married off were crazy, but the ones who weren't crazy just said they saw a female ghost and refused to do anything else."

Xi Buwen asked strangely: "It's just a matter of finding a few monks to catch ghosts, and you need a golden basin to wash your hands?"

"This is the most strange thing." The man carrying the sedan chair lowered his voice, "It is said that the monks who came to catch ghosts also went crazy later."

A gust of cold wind blew by, the leaves rustled all over the ground, and the pale traces of the waning moon were still reflected in the sky. No matter what the hell it was, this hour was the weakest.

Xi Buwen leaned towards the sedan chair calmly, and asked as he walked, "Brothers, where do you want to send the newlyweds?"

"Dong Gezhuang's Mingguan, I will pay homage there for a ceremony." The person who carried the sedan chair lifted the sedan chair up again, the flesh on his face was all twisted together due to the force, as if he didn't want to say any more.

Xi Buwen suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the chair pole, and smiled slyly, "Hey, don't worry."

He patted the car with the tail of his sword and snapped his fingers: "Come out."