The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 89 Offended the Taoist priest and still wants to leave

"Superior."

Ling Xuzi was in a semi-conscious state, but he could still see the scene in front of him.

The Taoist walked with a spring breeze, and the winter snow and chill in the house were blown away and dissipated.

The gray and white world is full of colors again, and there are bursts of spring.

Every painting in winter is like a spring breeze.

Ink-colored lotus flowers grew under the Taoist's feet, bringing color to this place.

Just by standing there, he dispelled the unresolved chill.

The fierce ghost transformed by Liu Menglin stared at Li Wei viciously, and the white silk flew towards the Taoist one after another.

"Go back."

Bai Ling seemed to be bounced away by some force.

This scene shocked Ling Xuzi extremely.

What kind of Taoism is this?
Words follow the law, which is the presentation of the technique.

How advanced and advanced is the ability to do this?
Can the head brother do it?

Although this female ghost was full of hatred, she was not stupid, and wanted to fly away through the window.

"You want to leave after offending the Taoist priest?"

Li Wei melted the ink with his spiritual power, and Yi Mo gave birth to a series of ropes, imprisoning her tightly.

"I want to kill all the heartless people in the world!"

Even though she was tightly imprisoned by Li Wei's mana, her resentment did not decrease at all. Instead, she released her monstrous resentment. Maybe this resentment would not have any impact on Li Wei, but if they dispersed
"If Gao Gaoren is forced to kill her, her resentment will dissipate, and this place will have no life at all."

Ling Xuzi restrained himself and pulled himself together.

"You are obsessed with hatred, but you vent your hatred in the world. You say you want to kill all the heartless people in the world, but you just find a reason for yourself to vent your hatred. When you really start killing people, you don't care whether the other party is a heartless person or not."

Li Wei said lightly.

This female ghost wanted to entangle herself before.

I am a good young man whose mother and fetus are single until now, how can I have the heart to bear it?

Liu Menglin did not respond to Li Wei at this time, but her face began to change in the void, and human faces condensed by black energy appeared alternately on her face.

Li Wei understood now.

It is true that this ghost is Liu Menglin, but her body is made up of not only her grievances, but also the innocent people who were burned to death in Qingyue Tower back then.

They died with resentment and unwillingness, and the resentment combined with Liu Menglin's wronged soul.

It is not the grievance of one person, but the grievances of many people combined.

Li Wei already understood a little bit so far, and dropped a photo casually.

This photo was hidden by the scholar and Guqin back then. It is a precious photo.

The photos at that time are very cherished, most people can't afford to take them, and they can't afford to collect them.

This is the treasure left behind by the scholar of the year and Guqin.

When Li Gui Liu Menglin saw this photo, she froze for a moment, and the monstrous resentment actually stopped spreading outward.

"Humen destroys cigarettes. The heroes of China burned the opium dumped by foreigners here. This destroyed the things in Surabaya Street and left here temporarily."

"Although the sale of cigarettes this time did not really drive Dayan out of China, it was the first shot of resistance. Up to now, Dayan has basically disappeared in China. Although there are some insects in the dark, they are no longer there. The courage of the year."

Li Wei narrated the matter calmly.

Some of the grievances in Liu Menglin's body completely dissipated. Those people in Qingyue Tower hated Da Yan deeply.

The heavy smoke destroyed the romantic scholars, and the elegant Qiuyue Surabaya Street also caused the smokers to burn down the Qingyue Tower.

At this time, the eyes of the female ghost in front of her regained some clarity, but the hatred was hard to dispel.

She was still resentful, especially when she saw the guqin lying in the middle, her eyes were even more complicated.

Love, hate, confusion, incomprehension.

"Come out."

At this time, Guqin transformed into a human form, which was a young man with braids in a long gown.

When Liu Menglin saw this young man, her resentment increased greatly, her eyes weeping blood: "You heartless person, Zhang Mingwu!"

This face, can't forget, can't forget.

Even after all that time, his face still lingers in my mind.

Love is true, hate is also true.

"I'm not Zhang Mingwu. I'm just a thought born out of his obsession. It's just a piano." Faced with the huge resentment that could tear him apart, the spirit of Guqin did not flinch or fear, but just gently Said: "Zhang Mingwu did not abandon you back then."

"At that time, foreigners invaded China. He has seen and heard all the way, and he knows that he can't protect you when he picks up a pen. He can't see you when he puts down his pen."

"He resolutely decided to pick up the pen and fight for you, for thousands of you. He sent you many letters from home, but in those days, home letters were not so easy to get. Woolen cloth."

"And when his body could no longer fight against foreigners, he returned to his hometown, to the streets of Surabaya, and to the front of Qingyue Tower. He wants to tell you what he has done these years, and for whom And to fight, throw your head and shed your blood."

"Even if you come back here and there is no shadow of you, he is still willing to wait. This is his sad place, and he chose to face it."

At this time, the spirit of the Guqin waved his arms, and a series of pictures appeared.

In the picture, there is a crippled scholar. He was blown off with one hand and his face. He survived and became an ugly, crippled person. The word Weisheng.

People here no longer recognize Zhang Mingwu, who was a romantic scholar in those days. They only know that there is a crippled man here.

He can no longer play his beloved guqin, but he still keeps it with him.

Because seeing Qin is like seeing her.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, Zhang Mingwu never left the streets of Surabaya, waiting in front of Qingyue Tower.

"I know that you are dead, Ming Wu is sorry for you, and I wish to be here for the rest of my life."

"If there is an afterlife"

Zhang Mingwu stayed here until he got old and withered.

When he was about to be unable to walk, he buried the Qin and the photos in the locust tree.
I hope this guqin can watch over here for him, the romantic Qingyue Tower, and the number one oiran beauty.

He is dead, but his qin is still waiting for him, waiting.

Seeing this, Liu Menglin burst into tears, she no longer had the look of resentment and evil spirit just now, but only realized after knowing everything, suddenly looking back, that person was in a dimly lit place.

It's a pity that because he didn't want to touch the sad place, even if he turned into a resentful ghost and poured out resentment, he didn't return to this sad place.

If she returned to this sad place even once in these years, she would not only be able to see him, but also see Qin who had been waiting for him.

So far, I have hated it for a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)