Everyone owes me a favor

Mr. Xuanji in the "Consonance", unaware that at that moment, he was being stared at by countless pairs of stunned eyes, leisurely wiped away the blood on the dagger Shanghai Jing, and put it away with him.

"There should be many ways to cover up what happened in Meihua Town and get rid of Feng Rugu." Liu Yu humbly asked, "Why did Mr. Jing choose this young monk?"

"Shi Shujing" in "Lingxi", or "Mr. Jing Han", listed the reasons for him in detail: "...this son is the only person in Hanshan Temple who is familiar with Feng Rugu. If you want to frame Feng Rugu ,Killing someone related to him is always more convincing than killing someone who has nothing to do with him..."

"Spiritual Rhinoceros" has conclusively recorded everything that the person who carries "Spiritual Rhinoceros" has seen and heard, including Liu Yu's self-proclaimed putting the body of a magician array cultivator into the water source of Meihua Town, triggering the counterattack of the array buried on his body, causing Regarding the catastrophe in Meihua Town, he changed his name to "Daoist Yang", took seven babies, and made "human pillars", and used the "human pillars" to steal the earth's energy from Meihua Town, and passed through Hanshan Temple to transfer the earth's energy. He was extradited to the Changyou Gate to help the disciples in the gate practice.

These were all admitted by Mr. Xuanji himself when Mr. Jing Han analyzed the pros and cons and had a long talk with him.

He sighed softly, and said: "It's just that without the support of the earth's qi in the future, the spiritual qi of the Changyou Gate will be weakened. I'm afraid that Qiong'er's cultivation will stagnate a little."

...As if those seven innocent babies and the lives of those who died in the flood and plague in Plum Blossom Town were just a small regret in a beautiful event.

Liu Yuanqiong grasped the blade tightly, his heart ashamed.

The profound spiritual power condensed in his body was originally the capital of all his pride.

He always thought that it was due to his talent and hard work, so his eyes were higher than the top, so he regarded the right door as an honor.

Now, the spiritual power has turned into countless wronged souls, coagulated into blood clots, and pressed against Liu Yuanqiong's chest, forcing him to suffocate with chest tightness and want to vomit again and again.

Under the frosty eyes of thousands of swords, Liu Yu was sweating profusely.

He wanted to make an excuse, but when he was full of ambition, he contradicted each other sentence by sentence, which completely blocked his retreat invisibly.

Feng Ruyu repeatedly confirmed whether the "consonance" was true. At that time, no one objected.

Feng Rugu verified that this person was Shi Shujing, and Shi Shujing also admitted his guilt. At that time, no one objected.

Now, it is too late for him to object.

Fear, panic, despair, shame, all kinds of emotions rushed to his head, burning Liu Yu's whole body, his face was as hot as fire, but his heart was like falling into an ice cave, and the fire in his heart turned into an endless black mist, covering his eyes, His legs were so weak that he fell straight to the ground.

...he's done.

The long right door is finished.

There were not a few people who hated Liu Yu, seeing him fall in public on such a huge somersault that would allow Chang Youmen to get rid of Taoism, his head was broken and bloody, and he didn't show it, he was secretly happy.

Unexpectedly, "Consonance" didn't mean to stop at all.

After that, the picture contained in "Consonance" changed again.

In Wenshi Mountain, Tang Swordsman followed Wen Runjin all the way, saw him detaining four little demons, saw him threaten the lives of the four young children and their parents obeyed him, saw him tell his eldest son about this, as if it was the four The wealth and life of a child in the magical way is a valuable item.

After killing Wen Shen'er, Tang Swordsman threw the Wujin Tang Dao to Wen Chen, asking him to cut off his sister's head and hang it on the highest tree in Wenshi Mountain. Otherwise, everyone in the world would know what Wenshimen did. scandal.

Finally, Tang Swordsman asked him to convey a word to Feng Rugu: "Tao is no longer Tao."

Witnessing this bloody scene, Wen Runjin, who was sick and weak and had witnessed the death of his beloved daughter twice, was filled with indignation, panic, and shame. In the arms of Wen Chen, who was making muffled gurgling noises, passed out.

Wen Min on the side looked blankly at his elder brother and father.

... He felt as if he knew them for the first time.

"Consonance" has not stopped circulating.

The entire Chaoge Mountain was silent.

Everyone took turns to see the devil, and no one was left behind.

Tang Dao Ke stunned Bian Wutao of Xiafei Sect, put it in a gift box together with a letter and a Tang knife, and gave it to the head of Jianchuan Qingshuang Sect as a gift, and then left alone.

... From then on, Bian Wutao never walked out of Jianchuan.

Tang Dao Ke passed by the Nine Dragon Gate, and in the private house of the deputy gate master, he saw a somewhat crazy demon girl who was tilting her head and smiling coquettishly at him.

The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty walked through Jiuqi Town and saw with his own eyes that Jin Yingsheng, the son of the master of the Jinmen of Longshanmen, colluded with the Zombie Sect to steal the vitality of living people and practice the methods of partial sects to improve spiritual power.

In the eight years since he became a disciple, this swordsman of the Tang Dynasty walked through countless gates alone with his "consonance", met countless Taoist priests with ambitions, surveyed the world, and recorded the world.

...As he heard, as he saw, as he said, Tao is no longer Tao.

Under the observation, Sanmen was silent.

They are all reflecting on where they went wrong.

At that time, they took back the Daomen from the hands of the Demon Dao, and everything was waiting to be done.

Therefore, they acquiesced in giving other Taoist sects the freedom to develop without interfering too much.

...Now, the Taoist sect has become like this.

Not to mention Luo Fuchun, who has always had a good vision for Taoism, even Jing Sanchai, who was disappointed in Taoism early and left Taoism, is also heartbroken and dumbfounded.

I don't know how many times this scene has been rotated, and finally some Taoist sects who have committed crimes before their turn feel guilty.

Someone said weakly: "Feng Daojun...Fengmen Master, is there a misunderstanding in this?"

Feng Rugu turned his back to the crowd, watching together with them the inescapable crime under the early sun.

Hearing this, he turned sideways and asked back: "...'Misunderstanding'?"

"Yes." Some people echoed from the side, "Is this a fabrication?"

"Oh?" Feng Rugu said indifferently, "Now, do you all think that the content of 'Consonance' can be fabricated?"

The faces of all the Taoists were gray and green, and they couldn't speak.

"Then how do you count the sixteen lives?" Feng Rugu's robes fluttered, and he half-guarded in front of Han Jing, pressing him step by step, "Isn't it going to be pursued? Forget it? This is a public trial? This is The righteousness you all seek?"

Hearing this, Han Jing raised his eyes, with a little emotion in his eyes.

…Until now, he still wants to protect him.

At least, you must protect yourself from a dead body.

If the Taoist sect admits that the "consonance" is real, then all kinds of sins of the Taoist sect must be admitted together.

Now, as Liu Yu said just now, the crime has been completely revealed.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, all kinds of carbuncles in the Taoist sect have exploded together as he wished.

Then, it is a long process of expelling poison and treating sores.

In the end, he will also be executed secretly, but at least he will not be handed over to the Taoist sect, who will cut his flesh slowly and divide his body by five horses.

Feng Ruyu will give himself a good time.

……enough.

Enough for a murderer who deserved to be treated like this.

Han Jing looked up at the sky, and the waning moon was still faintly hanging in the sky, and it was about to disappear.

He watched the moonlight that was about to disappear, and his lips and teeth tightened suddenly.

When Feng Ruyuan realized it, a black line of blood had already drooped from the corner of Han Jing's mouth.

Feng Rugu's face changed suddenly, and he rushed to his side in one step.

After smelling a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Ruzhi suddenly became furious: "—Who gave him the poison?!"

Lu Hufa, who had been guarding Shi Shujing, was stunned for a moment, and hurried over, smelling the breath in his mouth, and suddenly changed his face: "...It's the poison of conspiracy! He wants to commit suicide in fear of crime!"

Traction medicine is extremely poisonous and fierce. Once it enters the abdomen, the abdominal pain is like twisting. Under the extreme pain, the body curls up and twists, with the head and feet touching, like a traction.

Lu Hufa was sweating profusely, knelt down and pleaded guilty to Feng Rugu: "He has been staying there all this time, and there has been no change at all, and his subordinates don't know—"

As early as when Lu Hufa blurted out the words "suicide in fear of crime", Feng Rugu was terrified.

What followed immediately was only endless sorrow.

From anyone's point of view, this person hid poison in his teeth and took poison in public, which is a manifestation of committing suicide in fear of crime.

This is Han Jing's plan.

Only by letting the notorious Shi Shujing die with such a strange face in front of Quandaomen, can Danyang Peak's reputation be completely preserved.

And only if he died in public and confessed his guilt, would he crucify this matter and cut off the way for all the sects to expose the things recorded in "Spiritual Rhinoceros" hastily.

After the false Han Jing dies, only the truth will remain in the world.

... This is the ending that Han Jing set for herself.

Han Jing, who was kneeling on the ground, had already been poisoned, but he didn't show much pain, but his lips were a little paler than before.

He leaned against Feng Ruyu's ear, and said to him in a low voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "...Ruyu, after all, you are not cruel enough."

Han Jing paused, as if he was silent, but also as if he was enduring great pain.

After a while, he said, "...But, this is very good."

After saying that, Han Jing leaned forward, slammed forward fiercely, pushed Feng Ruzhi away, but fell backwards first.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was as if Feng Rugu had pushed him, a sinner, to the ground in disgust and drawn a clear line with him.

When she fell on her back, Han Jing's chest rose and fell peacefully several times.

In fact, Han Jing still had a lot to say, which he didn't say to Feng Rugu.

He wanted to ask Feng Rugu if he still remembered Lin Xuejing.

Han Jing didn't like Lin Xuejing, from the very beginning.

The reason why he wanted Feng Rugu to be the head of the Unshielded Gate was because Han Jing clearly remembered that at that time in the Unshielded Gate, he regarded it as a serious suggestion to sacrifice Wen Chen and others in exchange for prestige. carry.

Feng Ruyu wanted to get such an idea, but Feng Ruyu would never do it.

Feng Rugu will always be Feng Rugu, you can't be Lin Xuejing, you can't be Shi Shujing.

That way, it's fine.

Han Jing originally thought that he would be so peaceful until he died.

This was the ending he had planned for himself.

Before that, Feng Rugu gave Han Jing three days, and Han Jing used most of these three days to pave the way for his own death.

He even visited Chang Boning.

He thought that he would have no more regrets, even if he never took a look at Chang Boning before he died, he was content.

But even he himself did not expect that the world in his eyes would change a little bit when he was on the verge of death.

Han Jing slightly opened his eyes.

The dark gray world gradually loses the cold and sharp light, and there is light, color, and beauty.

The pool-like blue that settled in his pupils also gradually changed from light to thick, tending to black.

... Heaven and earth, should they be like this in the first place?

So, what should the original him... the original Han Jing look like?

The poison quickly ate away his body.

Han Jing's body moved suddenly, and Fang Gui Qingming's eyes were covered with a thin layer of blood.

The whole world is as bright as peach blossoms in March.

……

In the early spring, the sun is shining, and the peach blossoms are like brocade waves.

In Taohuawu, Danyang Peak in March, there is a small peach blossom nunnery.

In the Peach Blossom Nunnery, there is a school set up by the three sects, which specializes in teaching high-level Taoist techniques.

Mr. Zhiyue, who is in charge of teaching today, is wearing a crimson Taoist robe, and hangs on the rack with his dust whisk, moving with the fragrance of peach blossoms outside the window.

"...What do you mean by 'Tai Shang Wang Qing'? 'Forget love and be fair, get love and forget love, don't be moved by emotions, don't be disturbed by emotions. The sky is selfish, use it for the public'."

"However, if you are too forgetful, it is not unfeeling, it is because you have feelings but forget your feelings, and you are lonely and not emotional."

"Those who have practiced the way of forgetting emotion will be more refined than those who practice ordinary ways, and they will be one step closer to the great way. However, it is irreversible..."

Zhiyue-jun put down his book for a while, and was about to ask a question, when he found out that three of the four students sitting next to him had fallen asleep.

Zhiyue-jun: "..."

Mr. Zhiyue asked Han Jing who was the only one who was still awake: "...Jing'er, am I talking too boringly?"

"No, master." Han Jing explained to the three of them in a gentle voice, "Yesterday was the Shangsi Festival on the third day of March. As usual, Sanchai brought Bo Ning's floating glass to drink. The two of them drank too much, and Bo Ning... really I'm not good at drinking, and after waking up, I'm still very tired."

"Then let's not quarrel with them." Zhiyue Jun was gentle in nature, turned his back with a light smile, "Master whispered it to you alone."

Both master and apprentice smiled together.

What is taught in today's course is the cultivation method of "Taishang Wangqing". Some contents are really difficult and need to be well recorded.

Han Jing simply took the half-opened notes in front of Chang Boning, and took the ink pen in front of him, rolled up his sleeves three folds, each holding a note on the left and right, with his right hand following the content taught by his master, while his left hand took notes from Chang Boning. Start copying the broken chapters in the notes.

The left and right handwriting are all ordinary Wenxiu.

After he copied a paragraph, he raised his head unexpectedly, and met the eyes of Mr. Zhiyue who was watching his actions meaningfully while teaching.

The young Han Jing blushed, and defended in a low voice: "Master... I'll transcribe it for Bo Ning first. After he goes back, I can show it to you. I will give Sanchai a reference..."

Zhiyue-jun's eyes were curved into shallow crescents, and he nodded knowingly.

Han Jing was about to explain again when a small ball of paper hit him on the back.

Feng Ruyu's sleepy but smiling voice came from the back row: "...Brother Han, I'm listening, you don't have to worry about me."

Embarrassed, Han Jing simply stopped raising her head and concentrated on copying the words, leaving only a thin white nape, showing a crimson look.

Zhiyue-jun did not embarrass his apprentice too much, pretending not to know his thoughts, and continued to teach: "...However, there are also variables in the cultivation of the way of forgetting emotions. If you are eager for success and miss the right track, you will go astray. Take one wrong step, and you will easily enter the path of ruthlessness, or even the path of loss of emotion."

Feng Ruyuan propped his cheeks, he was half asleep, he didn't know if he had dozed off again, or he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Han Jing kept moving his hands, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chang Boning who was beside him.

A strand of broken hair hung from his temples, slightly sticking to the side of his lips, blowing it out with his slow breath.

This seemed to make him uncomfortable, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly in his sleep.

"...The ruthless way, no longer understand love and hate. The heart is like still water, and the love is like a cold rock. Because there are no distracting thoughts in the heart, it is one step closer to comprehend the way of heaven and the great accomplishment of the kung fu. But the heart is lost, and it is no longer the same. Slight flaws are imperfections in perfection."

Han Jing put down the ink pen, leaned over, trying to remove the strand of hair that was bothering Chang Boning.

However, as soon as his fingers touched Chang Boning's lips and touched a little heat from him, Han Jing withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, hid his thumb in his palm, and stroked it slowly.

"...It's even worse for those who have lost their love. People who have practiced the way of losing their hearts will change the most. Their spiritual power can be greatly increased, their skills can be leaped, and even the color of their pupils will change. Their emotions and nature are almost the same as the way of heaven. Common: no sorrow, no joy, no desire, no thought, no good and no evil, and see everything in the world as one. One mustard, one flower, one person, one world, in the eyes of those who have lost their love, there is no difference at all."

Han Jing pondered for a while, and finally made up her mind again, picked up the ink pen, leaned over, and carefully took off a bit of hair hooked on the corner of Chang Boning's lips with the end of the pen.

Seeing his brows relax again, Han Jing smiled at Chang Boning's sleeping face, and bowed slightly to the sleeping Chang Boning to express his apology for his little disrespect in sleep, and immediately resumed his sleep. Hold on to the pen and continue to copy.

But at that time, Han Jing never thought that a great increase in spiritual power and a leap in martial arts were important things.

In the little Peach Blossom Nunnery, beside Han Jing, sits his avenue, his world.

He doesn't ask for Taoism, but only wants to be a long bamboo branch guarding the side of the flower, occasionally sticking out the bamboo branch to pull his hair, and he is satisfied.