fox lure

Chapter 196 Who Is Innocent

The old abbot guessed that he was old and his legs were sore after sitting for a long time, so he got off the station and stood outside the car.

He stood outside the car and waved to me, and I got out of the car.

It was late at night, and the old abbot and I were standing in the gas station, where there were quite a lot of large trucks parked.

"Little Taoist priest, let me test you," the old abbot said, "Your Taoism is called treading the road. I don't ask your original intention of treading the road. I guess you don't. Tell me, have you learned to let go?"

I shook my head. They all pay attention to giving up in Buddhism, giving up everything about themselves, and giving up all kinds of desires.

I can't do it, I'm greedy for food, I'm happy for playing, I want to have all the good things in the world.

"Then you see, your obsession alone, Tian Luo was buried in that villa, he died for you." The old abbot began to poke my heart again.

"If you don't give up your obsession to retrieve the Yang Soul, many people will die because of you. Do you want that to happen?"

I shook my head. I definitely don't want this.

But I also need the Yang Soul, that is my luck and longevity, and only by recovering the Yang Soul can I live like a normal person.

"You still have kindness in your heart." I don't want anyone to die, the old abbot nodded, "It's not that you can't figure it out, why did Tian Luo die in the villa on purpose?"

"you know?"

The old abbot smiled: "Because he wants to keep you alive."

I don't understand, if Mr. Tianluo didn't provoke Dai Yuemian at that time, with his abilities, it wouldn't be a problem to run away with me.

But it is estimated that Dai Yuemian will chase us like crazy.

In the end, whether we can survive or not, wouldn't it be better to escape from the villa together first?
"Touch your pocket, is there anything?" the old abbot said to me calmly.

As soon as he said that, I took off my schoolbag in the car and took out everything in the schoolbag on the spot.

A few books, mathematics and Chinese, Taoism, Huangdi Neijing.

There is also the pen that Teacher Jincai gave me, the blank talisman paper, and a cinnabar strip.

"It's not in your schoolbag." The old abbot shook his head.

Not in my schoolbag, I started to dig out my pocket, and took out the note of 'Wang Fugui''s birthday and death from the left trouser pocket.

In the right trouser pocket, I found a piece of paper.

I took out the paper and it was a paper man spell.

I was stunned, the spell on the paper figurine was the handwriting of Mr. Tianluo's spell, crooked.

Holding the talisman paper, the spell words on the talisman paper shone slightly.

When did this paper man get into my pocket?

Yanghun was in the talisman paper, I was stunned, and suddenly tears fell.

The old man Tianluo was afraid that Dai Yuemian would focus on me, so he found fault with Dai Yuemian.

Let Dai Yuemian focus on those paper figurines.

He said: "Go after the paper figurine! Otherwise, if I accidentally burn the paper figurine that hides the yang soul, you'll have nothing!"

Therefore, Dai Yuemian killed the old man in order to prevent the old man from using magic to burn those running paper figurines.

After that, let Dai Yuemian focus, keep wandering, and keep thinking about catching up with those paper figurines.

I burst into tears, and the appearance of Mr. Tianluo before appeared in my mind.

Taking a bath at Daqing Terrace, he deliberately lost to me, with a shocked expression on his face.

Later, in the Big Apple Ballroom, Fei Touyin followed me for so long and never killed me.

In the end, on the way to Paoya Mountain with me, he even taught me how to use ghosts and gave me his favorite ghost.

He also thought of everything for me so thoughtfully, he even rented a car and parked it on the side of the highway waiting for me.

"Put the talisman away and give it back to your master. This is your fortune and longevity," the old abbot said in a calm tone, "It was exchanged for other people's lives. The poor monk just doesn't know. From now on, your soul will return to your body, and your fortune will be yours." Yangshou returned to normal."

"You have a bright future,"

"You sit back and enjoy the future."

The words of the old abbot hit my heart like a hammer, "But have you ever thought about it, everything you get is bought by others!"

"You are stepping on other people's bones and blood."

"Tian Luo is gone, I don't need to look to know, his three souls will definitely be broken by Dai Yuemian."

"He doesn't even have a chance to be a ghost."

"Cherish everything you bring back with your obsession."

"Amitabha."

He finally finished speaking, and I thought he was right, but I didn't think it was right.

"But what about me? The real instigator is not me!" I cried, sobbed, raised my head and said to the old abbot, "This Yang Soul is mine in the first place!"

"Dai Yuemian and the others stole it, and I don't want Mr. Tianluo to die. I quite like an elder like him."

The old abbot was indifferent to my words: "I don't think you are innocent in this matter."

"The truly innocent people are the ones who died because of you!"

He seemed to know a lot, "There is also that little benefactor who also lost her soul, Cen Chunhong, she is also innocent, a disaster from heaven."

The old abbot snorted and smiled: "Do you think it's safe to take your Yang Soul back? Are you sure that Dai Yuemian won't take it again?"

"People will die!" The old abbot was very sure: "Many people will die."

"This is not what I want to happen," the paper mantra in my hand suddenly made me feel hot, and I cried and said, "If I give up my Yang Soul, what about me? Should I die? Where are my parents? My grandma, my master, my senior brother!"

What will happen to them when I die?

After losing the Yang Soul, although I have been alive, it is because of how much effort Lao Huang has spent in secret.

His hair is all white, and more and more white.

I also don't want him to continue to worry like this, what if he is boiled to death by me?
Lao Huang is my closest relative, and his position in my heart is no different from that of my parents.

"Can you tell me what should I do? Can people not die?" I raised my head and asked the old abbot crying.

"I can't." The old abbot shook his head, "No one can make the decision for you."

"Your Yang Soul is the root of evil, the root of evil."

The old abbot didn't continue talking, but I was silent, and the old abbot and I went back to the car.

Both Jin Manshan and Tian Dawei were still sound asleep, and the driver continued to drive.

At dawn, we arrived at Baizhen.

"Mommy~" Tian Dawei ate a bowl of kimchi soup in the restaurant, served with orange stalks and perilla leaves, it was super delicious: "My grandfather must also like it, it would be better if it was more spicy."

Jin Manshan also had a good appetite, and the old abbot gnawed on the steamed buns because he was afraid that there would be meat oil in the vegetarian dishes.

I couldn't take a bite, I was silent, I seemed to have changed.

My heart has never been so heavy, it seems that there is a big stone on my heart.

The charm with the sun soul is in my pocket, but I am not happy at all.

I used to think that when this day came, I would be so happy that I would jump up.

That talisman with Yang Soul, I suddenly felt like it was stained with blood, stained with life!
I turned my head to look at Tian Dawei, the food was delicious, and I kept talking about his grandfather.

He is very filial, he has only his grandfather by his side since he was a child, and he always remembers and talks about it.

What does the old snail like to eat, the old snail must drink when he eats.

The restaurant is opposite the Cen's Hotel. In the early morning, there were quite a lot of expensive cars parked outside the Cen's Hotel.

Cen Chunhong was quite weak, and she was going to school with her schoolbag on her back and her head drooping.

(End of this chapter)