The Path Toward Heaven

Shi Fengchen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him and said, I don't know what you're talking about.

He didn't understand why the other party determined that he was involved in this matter.

Last night, I deduced and calculated various possibilities. Because of the existence of a certain variable, I couldn't calculate an accurate result.

Jing Jiu said, But I think you should have participated in this matter.

Shi Fengchen's eyes narrowed even more, and he said mockingly: What do you think, you broke into the door and questioned me, the court official? I can be sure only by conjecture. Does Master Jing Jiu also play chess like this?

Jing Jiu said, Yes.

Shi Fengchen sneered and was speechless.

Jing Jiu said, It's no longer conjecture. Your breathing, heartbeat, voice and other reactions all indicate that you participated in this incident.

Shi Fengchen's pupils shrank slightly.

Jing Jiu said, Including this reaction.

The courtyard is very quiet.

The two skinny chickens crowed occasionally, and the clucking sound was very spiritless.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a long time.

Then, he stood up from behind the table, adjusted his official uniform, and said, Yes, I am the mastermind of this matter.

His tone was very calm, and his expression was much calmer.

Before Jing Jiu could continue to ask questions, he said directly: I invited the assassin of Bulao Lin, and the middleman was in a small tavern, but he should have escaped at this time. If there is any accident, it is that I did not expect that the assassin of Bulao Lin would be an elder of the Zhongzhou faction. I am sure this is not the meaning of the Zhongzhou faction. I even began to wonder if I was used by Bulao Lin. You should understand what I mean.

Even the most timid prisoner can't explain the problem so neatly.

Shi Fengchen's calmness carried a very strange feeling.

Jing Jiu didn't notice it, because he didn't care, and said: At this time, I'm still worried about the infighting among the orthodox sects, making the court unstable. It seems that you are a loyal minister.

Not to mention, I just don't want to implicate too many innocent people.

Shi Fengchen raised his head and said with pride: I am different from you. Although we are all practitioners, I have never cultivated the way of ruthlessness.

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to the meaning he wanted to express with these actions, and said, Name the person the Lord sent you to.

Shi Fengchen sneered and said: There is no messenger, it's just that I want her to die, and you know this very well, otherwise you wouldn't come directly to her.

Jing Jiu said, If Wei Chengzi is from Old Lin, you can't invite him at all.

Shi Fengchen's expression changed slightly, and soon returned to normal, silent.

Jing Jiu said, I know it's Jing Xin.

Shi Fengchen's sleeves trembled slightly.

He didn't understand why the other party was able to say the answer with such certainty.

You don't have evidence, even if you know the evil soul search technique, what you get can only be nonsense, which cannot be accepted.

He looked at Jing Jiu and said with a stern expression, Even if the scene just now was recorded by the Suliuzhu of the Qingshan Sect, it still cannot be accepted because there is no sound.

In the world, only treasures like the Zhongzhou Paihuan Dzi Bead can perfectly record the sound of the picture.

Naturally, such a treasure cannot be in the hands of a young Qingshan disciple.

Jing Jiu said, It turns out that you think there is no proof, so don't worry.

Shi Fengchen said, Not bad.

Jing Jiu said, I don't need evidence for what I do.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a while and said: You practitioners have always been like this, and I'm not surprised.

Jing Jiu took a step forward.

Shi Fengchen said: It seems that I must die. Before I die, do you want to know why I only want Zhao Layue to die, but I have never worried about you.

Last night in front of the Zhao Mansion, when Shuiyuean Mo Xi said similar words, Jing Jiu didn't listen, but today he stopped.

Because I have studied you, I found that you are different from Zhao Layue. You have no interest in this world and are extremely indifferent.

Shi Fengchen said: Ordinary people may think that people like you are more ruthless, but only us officials of the Qingtian Division know that a monk like you does not do much harm to the world, but Zhao Layue is different. She is still full of enthusiasm and love for the world. She thinks she can change the world.

Jing Jiu understood what he meant, then remembered those young people Bai Zao mentioned last night, and said, There are many young ascetics like her.

Shi Fengchen said: That's right, but those young ascetics are not as easy to kill as she is.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

I am wary of ascetics, because your strength is too great, and if you move at will, it may be a disaster for mortals.

Shi Fengchen stared into his eyes and said: Zhao Layue is not afraid of killing people, and will even kill people at all costs to practice her way. This is the greatest disaster.

If it was him who was being blamed, Jing Jiu would definitely ignore it, but it was Zhao Layue who was being blamed, and he wanted to say a few words for her.

The twelfth lunar month kills the wicked.

Shi Fengchen said with a sneer: Not to mention whether the standard of good and evil should be determined by you practitioners, even if all she killed were wicked people and monsters, is this doing good? Back then you and Zhao Layue killed a few thugs from brothels in Shangzhou. Afterwards, I have roughly figured out why you did this. A high-ranking ascetic who occasionally waved his hand when passing by a certain place changed the miserable life of an ordinary person? Do you think that saved the little girl? Do you know that the little girl is living now? How can life be worse than death? There is no good deed, but to satisfy your desire to save the common people, hypocrisy, disgusting!

Jing Jiu said calmly: Yes, I told her that at the time, what about you? Did you do anything after you knew about it?

The smile on Shi Fengchen's face gradually disappeared.

Jing Jiu said: If you did something, that little girl should thank you, if not, you shouldn't be blamed, just like the twelfth lunar month.

Shi Fengchen was silent for a long time, and said: Maybe you are right, I am just too afraid of her.

Jing Jiu asked, What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid she will become the second Taiping real person.

Shi Fengchen said with a trembling voice: You probably don't understand why I said that, you just need to know...it's too miserable, the world is too miserable.

Jing Jiu fell silent.

Of course he does.

Back then, there was no drum of war in the world.

Peace, only peace.

It was silent.

Terrible.

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Bai Zao said last night that she felt that someone wanted to assassinate Zhao Layue to force the Zhengdao sect to attack Bulaolin in advance, and then gain benefits from it. This is farther than what Shi Fengchen was worried about, that Bulaolin wanted to assassinate Zhao Layue to provoke a war between the two righteous leader sects.

But she can only think of the underworld at most, because of the existence of soul fire.

Jing Jiu thought further, and directly set his sights between the human race and the underworld.

Because he is very familiar with this taste.

This kind of conspiracy smell that quietly caused tens of thousands of people to die.

That's what someone does best.

Today he came directly to Shi Fengchen's house, just to find some traces.

When Shi Fengchen asked for his last words, he listened silently, and it was also for this reason.

It's just that until now, Shi Fengchen hasn't mentioned that person, not even related words.

He stared into Shi Fengchen's eyes and said, Before and after this idea was born deep in your heart, did anything different happen?

Shi Fengchen shook his head, with a smile on his face, and said, I only hope that a different world will appear in the future.

After saying this, he sat back in the chair.

Several streaks of black blood flowed from his eyes and nostrils.

No breathing.

He broke his own meridians, and at the same time chewed the poison that had been hidden.

Looking at the dead body on the chair, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then turned and left the room.

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(I quoted these two sentences in Suzaku 12 years ago, but I forgot where the original text came from. I searched for two hours, and I clearly remembered that it was written by Mr. Lu Xun...)