After the hero goes crazy

Chapter 415

At first, old man Meng thought he was hallucinating, and was shocked.

In the straw, the voice of 'Xisuo' sounded, and he turned around instinctively, regardless of talking to the 'immortal'.

I saw the corpse of the wolf demon with its head burst and died in the broken house, but the corpse of the woman beside it moved, and the sound of turning the straw came from under the woman.

"Is it a human or a ghost?!" The old man Meng's shock was no small matter, he hurriedly touched the pole that he threw on the ground trembling, regretting his carelessness in his heart.

After all, evil spirits are just animals practicing, unlike humans, most of them have territories.

Generally, there can only be one monster in a field, if there are too many monsters, they will fight. Seeing that this monster is fierce and here alone, he thought it was the same.

Thinking about it again, this is a wolf monster, and the wolf family is a group, maybe there are other monsters here.

"Get out of here!"

Old man Meng was agile and quick to react. After the initial panic, he quickly picked up the pole, pointed it in the direction of the female corpse, and chopped the straw on the ground with all his strength, making a warning sound of 'boom'.

The 'Xisuo' sound paused, and then the straw under the woman's body made a 'Suoso' sound.

Yao Shouning had already guessed something, and what the eldest princess had said came to mind:

According to the secret history of the royal family, 700 years ago, Meng Songyun's hometown suffered from a demon, and his mother died at the hands of the demon in order to save him.

And it was precisely because his mother was protecting him tightly before death that he had won a glimmer of life for him. When Ming Yangzi arrived, the young Meng Songyun was lucky enough to recover his life.

She looked at Meng Songyun.

Although she knew that this man's heart was as cold as iron, but the woman's abundant emotions and strong empathy made her have endless sympathy for this Taoist priest, even though she knew that Meng Songyun didn't need pity, even if she knew that she was the one who could A "traveler" who died in 700 years of time and space if he could not complete the task and understand the cause and effect.

"Fifth Brother..."

She shouted obediently, and reached out to pull Meng Songyun's sleeve.

"Ah?" He subconsciously agreed, then instinctively raised his hand, making a counting gesture.

This is the conditioned reflex he has formed over the years, hiding in the dark, and using powerful divination techniques to figure out who is 'summoning' him.

She blinked, Meng Songyun turned to look at her, and their eyes met.

The girl's eyes were gentle and sincere, while the young Taoist priest was as calm as an ancient well. The two looked at each other, and Meng Songyun turned his face away first.

For some reason, he couldn't look Yao Shouning directly in the eyes.

Her eyes were too bright, as if she could see through everyone's secrets, which made him uneasy and frightened.

Yao Shouning pulled his sleeve and shook it:

"Fifth brother, do you want to cry?"

She spoke to his heart.

He was not used to being seen through by others, but he also knew that Yao Shouning had awakened the power of the Bian Ji clan, and she already had the ability to see through people's hearts.

"I can't cry." He shook his head, smiled and sighed:
"Shouning, I can't cry, I have lost this ability."

When he spoke, the old man Meng looked focused, and all his attention was focused on the female corpse:

"Come out, don't play tricks!"

The prostrate corpse opened its arms, and after death it still maintained the movement of protecting the front of the body.

Following the old man Meng's stern shout, the straw under her body moved, and a small black hand came out from the grass, and then shook the female corpse on 'him', with a crying sound, The voice of the milk shouted angrily:
"Mom? Mother—"

Old man Meng's tense expression froze, and almost instantly, he hurriedly threw the pole in his hand, squatted down, and removed the female corpse pressed on the straw.

He pulled the haystack away with both hands, and a child about four years old was lying in the haystack. His back was covered in blood, and his face was also covered in blood, except for a pair of big, terrified eyes.

"Shouning, I can't cry, I have lost the ability to cry." Meng Songyun said.

And 700 years ago, the young child was dug out of the straw by the old man Meng, and saw the light again, saw the dead mother, and saw the strange old man squatting in front of him.

There were wolf corpses strewn all over the house, and half of the corpses were bitten.

"Wow——" the young child burst into tears, his voice was shrill, breaking the silence of the village:
"Mother, mother, father—"

The smile on Meng Songyun's face faltered, and he pursed his lips tightly as he watched the scene in front of him.

The old man Meng lovingly dug the child out of the grass, and said happily:

"I didn't expect that there are still people alive in this village. It's really lucky, lucky—" He was so excited that he was at a loss, and then saw the corpse on the ground.

The woman was turned upside down, her heart was pierced with a hole the size of a bowl, her eyes widened before she died, and her anxiety could be seen from her tarnished eyes.

She was worried that her child would not be able to escape the danger and would die in the mouth of evil spirits.

"Mother— woo, woo woo, I want father—I want mother—"

"Good boy, good boy, don't cry, don't cry."

The old man Meng was coaxing in a hurry, and other voices gradually appeared in the originally dead village.

After being ravaged by evil spirits, not all the people in the village died, but before everyone dared not make a noise, for fear of losing their lives.

At this time, the crisis is over, there are children crying, it seems that a strongman has come to the village, and everyone is safe for a while, only then some people leave the village one after another, approaching here anxiously.

"Okay, okay, okay." Old man Meng couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw people coming out one after another:

"It seems that the old man came not too late. There are still survivors in Huangtuba Village."

Yao Shouning was also affected by this atmosphere, and couldn't help smiling.

It is human nature to seek good luck and seek refuge, yearn for joy, and feel sad for tragedy, and she is no exception.

An accident happened in Huangtuba Village, and most of the people in the village died at the mouth of evil spirits. The children's family also suffered disasters, and their parents died tragically.

But the great luck among the misfortunes is that Yaoxie is dead at this time, and the family has not been wiped out. Under the death, there are children alive, just like the old tree withers, but there are new shoots, after all, there is still hope.

For Yao Shouning, this is also a good thing.

The child survived, corresponding to the historical records, and the history has not been changed, so she has an extra chance of survival.

Affected by the atmosphere of the scene, her eyes were slightly wet, and she sniffed her nose twice, but she noticed that the side beside her was abnormally quiet.

Yao Shouning turned his head to look at Meng Songyun, only to see that he was standing upright, like a pine and bamboo, with a handsome face full of indifference, as if he was watching other people's joys and sorrows.

She, an outsider, had red eye circles and a sore nose. She wiped her eyes and asked in a low voice:
"Fifth brother, why don't you say a few words?"

"say what?"

Meng Songyun asked lightly.

"..." Yao Shouning was stunned by his question.

"You—he, he survived, isn't it a good thing?"

"Naive." Meng Songyun smiled slightly.

"Alive at this moment, do you think he is really alive?"

"What do you mean?" Yao Shouning asked with tears in his eyes, sucking his nose.

She didn't know where the accident happened. Meng Songyun, the person involved, was calm and emotionally stable. On the contrary, she, an outsider, watched with tears rolling down her cheeks and wept with joy.

"'He' has a demonic aura." He said in a low voice:

"It's just that if you survive, your parents are dead, and you are an unknown person—"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yao Shouning frowned and cut him off.

Hao Duanduan was full of emotion, but was shattered by his few words and indifferent attitude.

Meng Songyun sneered:
"Isn't it? In order to save 'him', his parents died tragically, and his father even died without a whole body. In this world, 'he' is just a child who cannot carry his shoulders or hands. The two adults are strong and support each other to survive. Isn't the probability higher than 'him'?"

"..." Yao Shouning was speechless, and Meng Songyun continued:

"Human beings are really stupid, not to mention what's the use of surviving? You know better than me what kind of person 'he' will be in the future..."

"Shut up!" Yao Shouning couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted him:

"Parents love their children deeply, which is a deep feeling. Considering gains and losses, and worrying about winning or losing, is itself a stain on the couple's emotions." She was indignant, and even forgot that Meng Songyun's words might have other metaphors:

"Look at that mother, her eyes widened before she died. After she died, she grasped the straw tightly and opened her arms, trying to protect her child. It can be seen that she had no way to think about unnecessary things before she died. She only worried that her child could Can't live."

Meng Songyun pursed his lips tightly and did not make a sound.

Yao Shouning went on to say:

"I don't know if there is an underworld in this world, whether people can enter Huangquan after death, and look back at the world through Huangquan Road. If your mother has a spirit in the sky, if she can know that her son was rescued, I don't know how much it will be. happy."

"..." Meng Songyun's cheeks clenched instantly.

"Anyone can say what you said before, but you can't." She frowned and said:
"Because what you said is a stain on your parents' feelings, you can't do this!"

Meng Songyun did not refute.

Yao Shouning's heart softened, and he softened his tone again:

"Brother Meng, listen to my advice. What is there to practice in the ruthless way? People live in this world, and they should be happy, angry, sad, and happy. If a person doesn't even have basic emotions, even if he lives You are with Tianqi, but you don’t have any close friends around you, and everything in front of you is just passing by and has nothing to do with you, so what’s the point of such a long life?”

"Don't pretend to be so earnest, my ears can hear calluses like this, and my heart can't be touched." Meng Songyun complained coldly:

"What's more, who is your Fifth Brother Meng? Don't date relatives."

"..." Yao Shouning gritted his teeth and muttered indignantly:
"Obviously you were the one who made connections and relatives first, and you were the one who asked me to be called Fifth Brother."

"I regret it." He raised his eyebrows, and the faint smile on his face softened his handsome face a little, and it was no longer as cold and stern as before, making it difficult for people to get close:

"You also know that I am ruthless and ungrateful. I even stole Zhu Shizhen's body. Who wants to be a relative with you?"

"..." Yao Shouning suddenly found Meng Songyun very annoying.

In the past, it was alright for Chen Taiwei to pretend to be a ghost and scare people, but at least he was polite, he acted viciously, but spoke politely.

Now that Meng Songyun has returned to his original appearance, his teeth are sharp and his mouth is sharp, and his words are not forgiving at all. Talking to him will really make him half dead.

"I ignore you." She stomped her feet angrily:
"I'm going to see Grandpa Meng—"

"I don't care about you either." Meng Songyun replied, "I have to go there first."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed in place, and Yao Shouning took a closer look. He had already taken a step forward, and each step left behind a figure of Meng Songyun. In an instant, it seemed that a dozen of Meng Songyun were lined up.

When Yao Shouning came to his senses, he had already walked to Old Man Meng's side.

The rest of the phantoms turned their heads and looked at her smiling, with sarcasm in their eyes.

"...Who is this?" She gritted her teeth and hurriedly followed.

Meng Songyun stood beside old man Meng.

At this time, the old man Meng was immersed in joy. He inserted his hands into the child's armpits and dragged the child out of the grass, but he didn't notice that the voice of the child in his arms gradually became weaker and his breath was also weak. .

When he came to his senses, the child's face turned blue, and he had already exhaled a lot of air, but he was taking in less air.

"This……"

He was shocked, and then saw Meng Songyun who suddenly appeared beside him.

In the distance, Meng Songyun's doppelgänger is still there, this kind of fairy method has convinced Meng Laodao, and he regards him as a god.

Seeing him appear at this time, he quickly knelt down:
"Immortal, this child—"

The relaxed look on Meng Songyun's face gradually faded.

After arguing with Yao Shouning, his mood was already much lighter, but seeing this 'past' scene again, heavy emotions filled his chest again, making his eyes gloomy.

"'He' can't live anymore." He shook his head and said.

"'His' mother protected 'him' under her body, and when she murdered 'his' mother, she also stabbed 'his' body."

When he said this, old man Meng suddenly turned pale with shock.

The evil spirit kills like hemp, and the poison of the evil spirit is so strong that the body of an adult can't bear it, let alone a child.

Old man Meng hastily put the child down on his knees, and the child prostrated himself on his lap, showing his back, with an air of gossamer.

I saw that there was indeed half-dried blood on his back vest, and a few straws were stained on it. Old man Meng tore the grass apart without saying a word, and he saw a cloud of blood stained on the back vest.

The bloodstain was not big, about the size of a palm. There was a small hole in the clothes, and the hemp thread at the edge of the damage had been pressed into the flesh and blood.

He gasped for breath.

If this wound was on him, old man Meng would naturally be fearless, but even a little bit on a child would make him feel very unsightly.

The old man carefully tore off his clothes, exposing the child's immature back.

I saw a bloody hole the size of a thorn nucleus was stabbed on his left back. The wound was not big, but the key was the demonic poison possessing him, which turned the wound into purple, and the evil poison turned into strands of black silk. The strands penetrated under the child's flesh and spread around.

"Oops."

Evil poison attacks the heart.

The child's wound was just above the left back, connected to the heart vein, and the poisonous gas had already infiltrated into the heart.

"Immortal, please help me."

When the old man Meng saw this scene, his face turned pale with shock, and he repeatedly begged Meng Songyun.

In his heart, Meng Songyun's celestial art is powerful and omnipotent. I am afraid that only a fairy like Meng Songyun can save the life of this seriously injured and dying child.

He wanted to kneel down and pray for the gods to bless the common people.

But with the little child in his arms, he couldn't bend down.

Meng Songyun looked at him indifferently, and his eyes fell on the child.

At this moment, the child was lying under the old man Meng's knees, with a pair of small hands resting weakly on the old man's arms, as if he could feel that his own life and death were hanging by a thread. 'Fairy'.

His small face is purple, his lips are black and blue, his eyes are half-opened and closed, and the luster in his eyes is dim. Through the half-opened eyelids, you can see the terrifying black air in his eyes, like worms that are entangled and moving. .

The young child looked at Meng Songyun with difficulty, and his eyes met his.

Meng Songyun stared at him, but a strange and long memory emerged in his mind.

That year, the village where he was born was hit by a demon, and his mother died trying to save him. At a critical moment, Ming Yangzi descended to earth like a god, killed the demon and saved him.

At that time he was seriously injured and dying, Ming Yangzi seemed to be begging someone to save his life.

Later, the master told him that he was a celestial being who had accomplished Taoism and was omnipotent.

Later, Meng Songyun tried his best to recall the scene at that time: when he was young, he tried to widen his eyes to see the appearance of the immortal, but what was left in his childhood was a tall, unhuman, thin image.

He couldn't remember the face of the 'immortal', but only remembered those eyes, which were cold and heartless, and the words he spoke were like ice, which made him fearful.

The master always admired this "fairy" very much, and many years later, he still regarded the original situation as a reward for his piety in this life-enabling him to peek into the fairyland and get acquainted with his apprentice from then on.

This made Meng Songyun very curious about "immortals" when he was a child, but unfortunately this curiosity turned into resentment later.

He hated why this immortal who had been worshiped by his master for many years and was pious every day never appeared again. through.

Why was such a pious old man never rescued by the immortals when he was in distress.

"turn out to be--"

Meng Songyun twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

This kind of movement used to be very natural for him, and the pretense had been carved into his bones long ago, but now he smiled uglier than crying, and felt that the corners of his lips weighed more than a thousand catties.

"It turned out to be like this." He murmured.

The child looked at him with half-closed eyes curiously. The child's thoughts were already unclear, but he tried his best to see Meng Songyun's appearance clearly.

In the future, he may leave an indelible impression on himself in his heart, and may affect his life.

He lowered his eyes, and the old man Meng was still begging, but he felt terrified because he hadn't received his response for a long time.

"I request Lord Shangxian..."

"Why save him?" Meng Songyun said coldly.

He knew the direction of the matter, but he seemed powerless to change the ending. He was like an outsider living in this body, looking at 'myself' and said coldly:
"He's just an unknown person, his parents died young—"

In his childhood memory, the sarcastic attack came from his mouth, which has to be said to be a wonderful irony.

When Meng Songyun was speaking, his thoughts even wandered a little bit.

He thought of Yao Shouning, and wanted to turn his head to meet Yao Shouning's eyes.

In fact, he did turn his head at this time, and his eyes met the girl's.

"Shouning, I don't understand." He said in his heart: "I don't understand why you brought me here, let me see all this, what's the point of witnessing all this?"

Meng Songyun was puzzled:
"Now that you know everything and who these two people are in front of you, do you think it's a good thing that I'm alive?"

"If my master saves me, his life will be miserable for a long time." An ordinary old Taoist priest, who has just died of retirement for his useless master, takes a little breath, but wants to adopt a child immediately.

In such a world, how can he make a living?It is so difficult to support yourself, why bother adding another oil bottle?

He clearly remembered that in the early years, Ming Yangzi took him out to catch demons and exorcise evil spirits. He was not very good at it. Huo Xie desperately.

Injuries are commonplace, and life was almost lost several times.

What good things can the people in the nearby villages come up with?At most, a few handfuls of corn, some vegetables, fruits and eggs are enough to make the scarred old Taoist happy.

He often gave up meals for his disciples, and wiped the wound behind his back, baring his teeth and mouth in pain without yelling.

Later, Meng Songyun gradually grew up, showed extraordinary talent, became a man of self-study, and became a powerful help for the old Taoist priests, which changed the plight of the master and apprentice.

Life is gradually getting better, but the scene of the master and apprentice relying on each other is still firmly engraved in his heart.

After the Qingyun Temple became prosperous, the incense was strong for a few days, but in the end the old Taoist did not have many good days, and died in the disaster of Huanggang Village.

"Shouning, why is this? I don't understand."

At this time, Meng Songyun was like a lost child, asking in his heart:
"Do you want me to seize the opportunity, change the past, and stop all this from the source?"

"..."

Yao Shouning heard his heartfelt voice, and heaved a long sigh without making a sound.

He looked at Ming Yangzi, this Taoist who was not like an old Taoist looked at him with trepidation, deeply afraid that he would not make a move.

The breath of the child in his arms gradually faded, the 'immortal' rejected his plea, and the child was about to lose his life.

"No, it's not." He touched the child's gradually icy body, and said anxiously:
"It's a good boy—"

"What good boy?" Meng Songyun said coldly:

"You don't know him before, how do you know he's a good boy?"

"He's a good boy. I know he's a good boy. His parents are desperate to save his life and keep this tender seedling. Why isn't he a good boy?" Old man Meng was burning with anxiety.

If it wasn't the 'immortal' who said this at this time, he would have been unable to control his violent temper long ago, so he had to argue with him.

"You save the suffering, you are a god with great powers. I beg you to save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and save this child's life. I will set up a longevity card for you when the time comes, and chant scriptures for you every day. I beg you—"

Meng Songyun's expression was indifferent, but there was a complex look in his eyes.

The root of everything has been found, and the crux of all problems comes from this.

"Since you say that I am a fairy, you should know that I am a fairy, and I can calculate the past, future, past and present lives." He smiled and looked at the old Taoist priest:
"Do you want to know what will happen after you save him?"

Old man Meng was taken aback for a moment.

But after a while, unexpectedly by Meng Songyun, he said firmly:
"I do not want to know."

"..." Meng Songyun was taken aback.

"I don't want to know the past and the future. I only know that I have a destiny with this child. I want to save his life. I don't care about anything else..." The old Taoist desperately wanted to warm the cold child in his arms with his own body temperature. He became more and more anxious. , even with tears in his eyes and a snot in his nose:

"Please save this child—"

"You don't want to hear it, but I want to say it."

Meng Songyun said coldly:
"This child was born rebellious and unknown, and his life was extremely hard. He was against his parents when he was young, and he was against his teacher when he was an adult."

"No - no -" Old man Meng blushed with anger when he heard what he said, and wanted to get angry, but Meng Songyun ignored him and said directly:
"In the future, he will achieve a little bit, but he doesn't know how to restrain himself. He is proud and self-satisfied, and acts headstrong."

"In the end, if you get involved in karma with him, you will die unexpectedly, and you will implicate the whole Taoist temple in the end."

'hiss--'

When the survivors around heard this, they all gasped.

Yao Shouning witnessed this historic scene with her own eyes. Knowing the truth, she couldn't help but sighed a long time:
"It's God's will, why do you disobey it?"

You said that you have cultivated the way of ruthlessness, cut off the love in the world, and have no connection with the world since then. You are alone, do not deal with people, and have no dealings with others.

Brother sworn brother, you throw it away as soon as you say it, and your former senior brother you kill it as soon as you say it, and you have wandered around in the world since then, what is left of you?

Your body is rotting, and you are only accompanied by your own dry bones. You are lonely to the bone, and you are famous and frightening.

You have made time a prison in which you exile yourself, torturing yourself to this day.

You said you were ruthless and ungrateful, but what are you doing now?

The avenue of the world is both ruthless and affectionate. You may not realize that your emotions go deep into the marrow of your bones, and it is far more than just a heart that can be completely eradicated.

Chen Taiwei—Should I call you Chen Taiwei?Or Meng Songyun.

Your moment of grief and anger turned into a tragedy, and you regretted it for the rest of your life, but you refused to admit it. Going back to the past and seeing yourself who was rescued back then, do you want to stop Ming Yangzi from saving you?Tragedy that prevents all?

You keep shouting that you want to cut off love and become a god, but there is still compassion in your bones.

"Brother Meng, you can't get enough of your ruthless cultivation! Hee hee." Yao Shouning suddenly yelled at Meng Songyun, and then laughed out loud.

She saw through all the pretense, saw through the confusion, and directly found the core of the problem. At this point in this mission trip, Yao Shouning suddenly became more confident.

When Meng Songyun was yelled at by her, his body was shaken and his mind was almost unstable.

But he stabilized his state of mind in an instant, stopped the trembling of his body, and looked at old man Meng again:

"Since then, Qingyun Guanhui has become notorious, and even affected the Daoist sect, you..."

"I do not believe!"

Old man Meng clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

His eyes widened and his lips were tightly pursed. At this moment, his honest face showed a fierce expression.

If it wasn't for Meng Songyun's kindness to save his life, if it wasn't for him holding the child in his arms at this time, if it wasn't for the hope that the "immortal" in front of him could save the life of the child in his arms, he would have been unable to hold back his anger at this time, and wanted to be with him This 'immortal' fought and told him to shut up.

"Immortal, so what about immortals, you can't talk like this without any basis—" He suppressed his anger and said:

"Even if you think you can calculate the past and the future, you can't understand people's hearts."

"Fortunately, you are still a god. The old man doesn't know how to make calculations, and he is not good at learning, but I also know that a person's character determines his destiny."

He was originally just an ordinary old farmer with little knowledge. Although he usually has a cheerful temperament, he is not very eloquent. Now, for the child in his arms, he argues with the 'immortal':
"All I know is that this is a young child. His parents sacrificed their lives to keep him alive. You can't conclude that this child is a curse based on the future that hasn't happened. It's not fair to him."

"Princes and generals are kind? People are raised by their mothers and fathers. You are a fairy, high above you, how can you experience the sufferings of life?"

"..." Meng Songyun clenched his fists, hesitant to speak.

"We don't know the future at this time, you can't use the current 'sword' to cut the future 'sins'."

People around whispered:
"This child is a curse..."

"Isn't it—"

"The immortals have already said that this child is definitely an unknown person, and whoever touches him will be unlucky."

"Do you think Gencai and his wife died because of him? The immortals said that in the future, his master will also be implicated by him—"

"Huangtuba Village cannot keep such people."

"Don't save him, immortal don't save him."

All the negative words fell into the ears of Old Man Meng, Yao Shouning and Meng Songyun, and the three had different expressions.

Old man Meng suddenly smiled:
"The old man doesn't believe in evil. I want to fight against God's will. I want to fight against fate. I want to see whether the immortal's prediction is accurate, or my old man Meng carefully taught it."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out to touch the child's head, and said softly:

"You were born with a bitter life, but it's not bitter. Since no one wants this child, it's better for the poor to take you back to the temple."

"If the old man has a bite to eat, he will never let your child go hungry."

"What can't you kill the stars? I think your life is extremely precious, and your fate is amazing. If you can live until the old man arrives, you can see that your fate is not to mention that you are also destined to be with the old man."

……

"What's your name?" Old Man Meng asked.

The child was dying, raised his head with difficulty, stared blankly at him, and moved his fingers weakly.

"Since you entered my gate, Pindao will give you a name."

"The old man is also uneducated, so he can't think of a nice name—"

He thought about it and asked:
"Pindao wishes you to be tenacious and tenacious. Even if you lose your parents when you are young, you must not lose your heart. Others look down on you, but you must never look down on yourself. You must be like pines and cypresses, stand upright, and never go on evil paths."

Because of the intrusion of two visitors from 700 years later, things have changed slightly, the ending has not changed, but the process has a little turning point.

"May you have a broad mind and a great future in the future, so the old Taoist named you Songyun, would you like it?"

"As for the surname, Pindao's family name is Meng, and his name is Mingyang. You can take my surname as Meng, how about it?"

Meng Songyun!Meng Songyun!
The name is like a tie. Once the old man Meng succeeds in naming his name, the bond between him and Meng Songyun will not stop.

(End of this chapter)