Confucian Sword Fairy

Chapter 92 Conscience
Dao artifacts are indeed the dream of countless monks.

Almost no one can refuse, and will make the choice immediately without hesitation.

The old man looked at Song Zhishu in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

Knowing that the things I took out can definitely arouse the greed in the other party's heart, there is no doubt about it.

But he was not in a hurry to continue speaking, and waited quietly.

At the same time, the inexplicable aura around him became more and more intense.

After all, in front of him is a Confucian scholar who has entered the realm of knowledge and practice. He is completely different from ordinary monks. He must use real methods, and what the old man is displaying now is derived from his unique ability after his birth.

Under this kind of ability, how many monks and scholars have fallen into the sand.

Although the person in front of him was a bit special, he also spent a lot of effort to create the most favorable conditions.

And the old man knew that once the Taoist weapon came out, as long as it was a monk, even a Taoist and Confucianist, he would definitely not refuse it.

This is one's own means, one's own end.

In the eyes of monks, Taoist artifacts are treasures.

But in his opinion, it's nothing, because he can't use it, so it can be said that it is worthless. After all, it is completely different from the way monks obtain power, and as long as it can arouse the other party's greed, it is enough.

"I see."

After a long time, Song Zhishu spoke, but he didn't answer the question, but said, "So Yuan Ming met you last night."

Although the information he got was limited, he had already fully understood it. No wonder today, although the other party was not injured or lost anything, he was restless. This is the reason.

Perhaps Yuan Ming encountered the same situation as himself yesterday and made a choice.

"Little friend is really smart, worthy of being a Confucian scholar."

The old man was taken aback, but he didn't panic. He knew that scholars who had entered the country were really not easy to fool, so he didn't deny this, and continued to speak at the same time.

"That little friend made the right choice. After all, why should he save someone who is doomed to die? Isn't it a waste of work?"

Little friend, a whole set of magic weapons, plus a low-grade Taoist weapon, all of this is only in the moment of little friend's thought, as long as you take it away, it's yours, make your choice. "

While speaking, the inexplicable aura on his body became more intense, but outsiders couldn't feel it.

It is the power of demons, a special power that can really arouse the deepest evil thoughts in people's hearts, and it is impossible to guard against.

The power of these weird monsters is silent.

Emerging from the old man, it quietly wrapped Song Zhishu up slowly.

The old man knew that he had to be patient.

As long as the goal is achieved, everything is worth it.

And the power of my own demon can suppress the hearts of monks and even scholars, and there is basically no solution, unless the mind is firm to a certain extent, and it is really not moved by external objects.

But now it is a Taoist tool, who can keep calm in front of the Taoist tool
"choose?"

Song Zhishu heard that the sage's sword fetus fell slowly, and he didn't know if he was persuaded or influenced by that force.

"yes"

Seeing this, the old man also had a smile on his face, and continued: "It's just a choice, you just need to go away, and besides, those mortals didn't die in your hands, but the number of days, no one can change it." .”

"Yes, what is the life of a mortal compared to a Taoist artifact?"

Song Zhishu muttered to himself, glanced at the three woodcutters who were constantly approaching the tiger, then looked at the Taoist artifact, and said slowly: "I know how to choose."

"I believe that the choice of the little friend is correct." The old man nodded and looked at the other party, saying that he was about to succeed.

"My choice is."

Song Zhishu raised his head, the sage's sword embryo shook, and all the righteousness in his body was blessed on it, and his voice fell directly into the ears of the old man: "My choice is to save them. Then, I will kill you!"

Facing the Taoist weapon, is Song Zhishu moved?
It is heart-wrenching, and no one will be spared.

Is it worth giving up a few mortal lives for a Taoist artifact?

Yes.

All will say it's worth it.

That's right, Song Zhi really wanted to become stronger, and he really wanted the Dao weapon, but he knew that there was one more important thing that he needed to stick to.

inner conscience.

So no matter how much he thought in his heart, he still made a choice, which he thought was the best choice.

So Song Zhishu made a move without any warning.

In an instant, the radiance around him rose sharply, and strong mana surged out.

The Saint Sword Embryo in his hand released a powerful sword intent and shot forward, full of killing intent.

Seeing this, the old man's complexion changed drastically, obviously he did not expect this result.

But he reacted quickly,

Wisps of black light suddenly emerged from the body, forming a shield, trying to resist this fatal blow.

But at the next moment, Song Zhishu waved his hand, and the saint's sword tire suddenly changed direction, turned into a stream of light, flew directly to the mountain road below, and directly killed the tigers in front of the three woodcutters.

puff.

In an instant, blood spattered.

The three mortal woodcutters seemed to have sensed it too, but as soon as they made a move, they fainted to the ground.

It can be seen from these that what happened in front of Song Zhishu's eyes is true. If he made another choice, the three of them would be buried in the tiger's mouth.

"you!"

But at this time, the old man who had just reacted was shocked when he saw this.

It all happened so fast.

Song Zhishu's actions before were obviously aimed at him, but he didn't expect to suddenly change direction in the end, and he was about to save the three people, so the other party's laxity and sudden explosion just now were all plans, for the purpose of Attract attention and save people.

At this moment, Song Zhishu, who had rescued the person, immediately returned the Saint Feijian to his hand, and the breath in his body rose again, looking at the old man in front of him.

"Although I don't know what kind of existence you are, you have been tempting me since the very beginning, asking me to give up the lives of these mortals, to induce my greed, and to choose to take away those magic weapons. Presumably this is what you got way of strength?"

He doesn't know much about monsters, but he knows that monsters have very special abilities, which are different from any ones he has come into contact with.

And the other party moved himself to this place, allowing him to see three mortals about to die.

Then he used all kinds of magic weapons to lure him, and he had to make a choice by himself.

Everything before and after is very troublesome. It must not be as simple as it seems on the surface. There must be some purpose.

Otherwise, with the strength of the opponent, how could it take so much trouble, just shoot directly, so Song Zhishu had such a guess.

"Okay, okay, the old man underestimated you." Hearing this, the old man had a hint of anger in his empty eyes: "Actually, you made up your mind from the beginning to save these mortals, so the reason why you hesitate , just to confuse the old man, right?"

His speech was hoarse, and his voice was very different from before. It didn't seem to come from his mouth, which made people sound extremely uncomfortable.

Because what Song Zhishu did was beyond the old man's expectations, he was really angry at this moment.

The magic weapon and even the Taoist artifacts that were taken out before were all taken back.

"It's all the same. Don't you want to confuse me in everything you do?"

Song Zhishu opened his mouth with a calm expression, but the vigilance in his heart was raised to the highest level, ready to deal with possible unexpected situations, he broke the other party's plan, and made everything arranged by the other party go to waste.

Therefore, the demon in front of him will definitely not let it go, and will definitely ask for it back twice, so he must be careful.

"Then I can't keep you anymore."

The old man spoke with a serious tone, and the anger in his heart could no longer be endured.

Although this person is a scholar of Confucianism, he is still in the realm of knowledge and practice, but this is the first time he has been teased like this, how can he be reconciled?And since he couldn't gain power from the other party, it would be better to kill him directly to vent his anger.

Immediately afterwards, without any warning, the old man took a step, and his aura rose sharply, exuding an extremely dangerous aura from his whole body.

hum.

The next moment, streaks of black light swept over, and the black mist in the forest rushed out.

Whether it is trees, flowers or plants, they are also starting to dry up, and even gravel, under the envelope of the black light, all have changed. This force is very strange.

On the opposite side, Song Zhishu had a premonition of danger immediately, and the remaining ten or so righteous qi in his body poured out.

At the same time, he took out the top-grade spiritual-grade gemstone inscribed in the storage bag before, and inlaid it on the saint's sword body, and directly sacrificed the sky thunder bottle, in case of emergency.

At this moment, what I am facing is a real monster, and it seems that its strength is not weak.

Song Zhishu understands that at this time, he must not be careless and must do his best.

Great righteousness, the power of pure yang emerged one after another.

This area was shrouded in light, and even the black mist was dispelled.

"Humph."

Seeing this, the old man let out a cold snort, sliding his skinny hands, and the black rays of light gathered together, forming dozens of black sword blades, surrounding his body, and an inexplicable and strange power surged out again.

boom.

In an instant, all the surrounding vegetation seemed to lose their vitality and quickly dried up.

And the dozens of black sword blades next to the ancestor also turned into black streamers one by one.

Song Zhishu also did not hesitate to pour mana into the sage's sword womb, and the sword intent surged and turned into invisible power, colliding with the black blade.

Bang bang bang!
In just a split second, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves.

Hundreds of giant trees next to it all exploded and turned into dust, and the mountain road under their feet was cracked inch by inch.

Song Zhishu is now in the late stage of foundation establishment, and his mana is extremely powerful. With the help of the saint's sword embryo, the power displayed has exceeded the limit of ordinary foundation establishment monks. Everything was destroyed.

But he found that under such a powerful force, the black blade did not move at all.

More importantly, even the mana blessed on it was eroded and began to fade.

"Is this the power of demons?"

Song Zhishu frowned, feeling that the monster's methods seemed to have a natural restraint on mana, and he needed several times stronger strength to fight against it, but even so, mana would still be dispelled by that force as time went by.

It's no wonder that after three major wars, the great immortal sects still couldn't completely wipe out the demons.

It is because their own strength has been restrained. Under the same strength, monks are no match for monsters at all.

At this point in his thoughts, Song Zhishu aroused the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body, poured it into the saint's sword embryo again, and at the same time fully aroused the pure yang power in Baoyu.

Loudly!
The saint's sword fetus made a sound of sword cry.

The blade of the sword glowed with incomparable brilliance, like a scorching sun.

Especially Haoran's righteousness, after encountering the power of the demon, it was as if he had found a prey and fought against it.

All of a sudden, this area kept shaking, the ground was cracking, gaps appeared, and the boulders were constantly crumbling.

And in this process, Haoran's righteousness directly gained the upper hand, forcing back the power of demons, especially the black blade, which was also obliterated and became incomplete.

"How is it possible? Although the righteousness of Confucianism restrains my strength, it cannot be so powerful. Moreover, this talent is only in the realm of knowledge and action. The righteousness of Confucianism in his body is not pure enough. How can he do this?" On the opposite side, the old man felt himself After his strength was constantly being wiped out, he suddenly became nervous.

It's not that I haven't fought against Confucian scholars. Even if Confucian righteousness is troublesome, it shouldn't reach this point.

Especially the special Confucian righteousness, when it appeared, the old man felt suppressed.

The power of the demon in the body cannot be fully exerted.

"No, if this continues, I will enter a weak state when the backlash occurs, and I will not be this person's opponent." The old man thought in his heart, his strength was already damaged, but it was also equivalent to the late stage of alchemy of the human race, and the person in front of him However, foundation building can be crushed, even if it is difficult to do it with Confucian methods, it will not be suppressed.

Especially if the other party has just cracked the situation that he has laid out, it will also affect him, so we can't delay any longer at this moment, we must make a quick decision.

Thinking of this, the old man finally became serious, and streams of black light once again emerged from his body.

The previous ten black sword blades were also withdrawn, and he formed a long black spear.

There was a strange power on the Changge. If you look carefully, those powers formed groups of viscous liquid, dripping continuously on the ground, corroding the ground and turning it black.

Seeing this, Song Zhishu didn't dare to take it lightly. The saint's sword fetus appeared in his hand, protecting his body with righteousness.

"Destroy."

The next moment, the old man held the black long dagger in his hand, and threw it directly with a loud shout.

The black long dagger turned into a bolt of lightning, and it was very fast, heading towards Song Zhishu's eyebrows.

"Tian Lei."

Song Zhishu reacted in an instant, put away the saint's sword embryo, sacrificed the sky thunder bottle, and poured all the arrogance and mana into it.

He knew that the black sky weapon was the opponent's ultimate move, and he had to deal with it with all his strength.

The sky thunder bottle was suspended in front of Song Zhishu, and the power of thunder and lightning continued to emerge, and at the same time, it burst into a blazing purple light

Rumble!
At the mouth of the Tianlei bottle, a purple thunder dragon appeared, lifelike. It was only three inches in size at first, but it quickly turned into three feet, hovering around Song Zhishu's body, and at the same time making a roar, the power of purple thunder raged, and then The Thunder Dragon rushed towards the black Changge.

The next moment, the two forces collided with each other, and a deafening sound erupted, and the night instantly turned into day.

Everything within ten feet around was destroyed, and a huge pothole appeared on the ground.

Fortunately, the three woodcutters are some distance away from the place where the great battle took place, so Song Zhishu can have no scruples now, and this time, he also shot with all his strength, basically using all the Tianlei Bottle, Haoran Zhengqi, and top-grade spiritual gems .

And the effect was beyond Song Zhishu's expectations, the powerful thunder force raged, even if the monks in the early stage of foundation establishment entered, they would be severely injured.

It's just that at this moment, he found that even with all his strength, the black Changge still showed no sign of retreating.

The grandeur of righteousness was indeed wiping out the power of the demon exuded by the old man, but the opponent's power was too strong, and his own grandeur of righteousness was only ten, even with the help of the power of thunder and pure yang, he still couldn't dispel it.

And as time went by, Song Zhishu felt that the mana in his body was being consumed rapidly.

If this continues, once the mana is exhausted, it can only sit and wait for death.

"The power of demons is really the nemesis of monks."

Song Zhishu's heart was heavy, and he knew that he couldn't last long, even if he used the mana in the Confucian white lotus, it wouldn't do much, because what he was facing now was not a monk, but a demon.

He could already clearly foresee that if he was just an ordinary monk without the Confucian uprightness of a scholar, he would definitely be suppressed by the demon all the way.

It's no wonder that when Gu Yun Daru was asked, even if there were nine Mahayana monks, the winning rate was less than [-]%.

Only when Confucian sages come out can the situation be reversed.

Because of the power of a scholar, he is born to restrain the power of demons.

Song Zhishu didn't know the specific reason before, but from the fight against the old man today, he can see the big things from a small point, and more importantly, he still doesn't know what kind of monster is this monster in front of him.

hum.

While Song Zhishu was thinking, the mana in his body was also rapidly depleting.

The original dozen or so grand righteousness were also consumed in the process of wiping out the power of the demon, leaving only five.

Song Zhishu was a little anxious, but also because he had cultivated himself for many years, he would not panic, but could calm down and think of a way.

It's just that all the means that should be used have been exhausted, and I have no other cards to deal with the monster.

"How to do?"

Song Zhishu frowned and kept thinking in his mind.

But at this moment, he found that the power of the demon on the black spear was fading.

"Pfft~"

The monster on the opposite side also suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The next moment, the black spear disappeared completely, and the old man kept retreating, his whole body trembling, as if he had entered a state of collapse.

"Get out."

Song Zhishu didn't know what happened, but he knew it was an opportunity.

When the mana in his body was injected again, the mighty righteousness poured into the thunder dragon.

Roar.

The purple thunder dragon let out a long roar, and then under Song Zhishu's control, it went straight to the old man.

Rumble.

A huge sound exploded, and all the surrounding black mist disappeared immediately, and the old man was at the very center of the explosion. At this moment, the old man was dressed in rags, and his hands and feet were gone, but the blood oozing from his wound was not fresh. It's a cloud of black liquid.

But at the next moment, black light surged from the old man's body, and all the injuries were restored, even the clothes.

It was enough to hurt the lives of low-level human monks, so it was repaired.

Seeing this, Song Zhishu was shocked.

Eighty percent of my own strength has been consumed, and if I do it again, I will definitely not be able to bear it.

Will die here?

But very soon, Song Zhishu realized something was wrong, and the breath on the other party seemed to become extremely weak.

Moreover, the old man did not make a move, but only checked his physical condition, with a monstrous anger in his chest, a pair of black eyes looked at Song Zhishu, with a terrifying killing intent in his eyes, and then slowly said: "Okay, I remember you gone."

After finishing speaking, he turned around directly, and his whole body turned into a cloud of black mist, and then completely disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.

But the lumps of black liquid on the ground seemed to be wriggling unconsciously, still so weird.

"gone?"

Song Zhishu was puzzled, a little unclear, so why did he suddenly fall into a weak state when the opponent still had the upper hand just now?
"Could it be because I chose to save those three woodcutters before?" Song Zhishu thought, and he had guessed before that the power of demons may come from the greed in people's hearts. , but the reverse is not the case.

Because whether it is a monk or a monster, their own power comes from this world. If a human monk wants to become stronger, he must practice hard all the time. While absorbing the aura of the world, he must stimulate his potential. Although monsters are different, But obviously there is a price to be paid, and this price may be that the demon did not achieve its goal, and then was backlashed.

In other words, it was more like a gamble for demons to arouse the greed of human monks, and everyone would be happy if they won the gamble.

If you lose the bet, you won't even get your money back, which is the root cause of the opponent's sudden weakness.

Of course, all of this is just Song Zhishu's guesswork.

But he felt that what he was thinking now might be the truth.

"It's no wonder that scholars can restrain demons. Apart from Confucian righteousness, the most important thing is that scholars' hearts are more determined than ordinary monks. Even if they see what they want most, as long as they are firm in their hearts, they can severely damage demons."

Song Zhishu came to understand, and had a clearer understanding of the demon's methods.

Of course, this is only for the old man's ability.

As for whether other monsters are like this, Song Zhishu doesn't know, unless he can get in touch with more monsters.

At this point in his thoughts, he took a deep breath and calmed down. No matter what, today's crisis was finally over.
This is the first time I have faced a demon directly, and it can be said to be very dangerous. After all, it is an unknown existence, but also because of this time, Song Zhishu has a better understanding of demons.

At least one can be sure that the power of a scholar is indeed a natural restraint for demons. Next time they face each other, they will be more prepared and confident.

"I don't know if the old man is the culprit behind the disappearance of the villagers in Luojiazhuang and several nearby villages. No, aren't there still those three woodcutters?" Song Zhishu thought of the purpose of this mission, but soon came back to his senses. I just rescued three mortals, wouldn't it be enough to learn directly from them?
It was still night at the moment, but it seemed that it was almost dawn, and after the monster left, all the black mist disappeared.

So Song Zhishu no longer needs to worry about being trapped in one place, and can move freely.

At that moment, he came to the three woodcutters, checked briefly, and found that these people had just fainted and were not injured, and there was no demonic aura on their bodies, just a little weak.

Immediately, Song Zhishu waved his hand, and three mana powers were injected into the three people respectively.

Not long after, the three of them woke up.

But their eyes were full of confusion, as if they didn't know why they appeared here.

Song Zhishu didn't say much, but just asked what happened to the three of them.

The three of them seem to be able to see that Song Zhishu is a practitioner, and they dare not hide it now.

It's just after listening to the explanations of several people.

He was disappointed.

According to what the three of them said, they were all from Luojiazhuang, and this mountain was where they gathered firewood, so they were very familiar with it.

As for why they appeared here, the three of them don't know. They only remember that they fell asleep one day and felt drowsy, but they didn't have any memory of the process. As for where the other villagers were, Song Zhishu didn't get the answer either, whether it was life or death. don't know.

"Forget it, let's rest for a while."

Regarding this, Song Zhishu was a little helpless, knowing that this was the method of the demon, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Since the sky is almost dawn, and the few people here are very familiar, there is no danger.

After letting everyone rest, he left and went straight to Luojiazhuang.

Because Song Zhishu didn't know whether Lin Cheng and the others had encountered a monster, they had to go and see as soon as possible, and maybe they could find something new.

But before that, he collected the black liquid left on the old man's body and sealed the city with something.

And in order to prevent accidents from happening, he deliberately suppressed it with awe-inspiring righteousness.

At the same time, in Luojiazhuang.

Chen Jingyun and other nine people gathered together, still in the original place, but all of them looked anxious.

"Now Mr. Song doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, what should we do?"

"Song Daoyou is a scholar of Confucianism. Even if you encounter monsters, you can turn danger into good fortune. It is impossible for accidents."

"Don't be afraid of [-], just in case. The monster's methods are going to be weird. It can cut off the connection between all of us. I don't think it is an ordinary monster. If it doesn't work, we will go back to the city and report to the City Lord's Mansion."

Lin Cheng and the others spoke, the situation they encountered was similar to yesterday, they were trapped in a certain place by the black mist.

After the black mist dissipated, I thought there would be no danger, but finally found that Song Zhishu was missing, and started searching one by one, but in the end there was no result.

So everyone guessed that the monster must have attacked Song Zhishu, and now that the black fog has cleared and no one can be seen, something must have happened.

Chen Jingyun even said that this matter may not be resolved, and after calming down, he thought that he should report back to the City Lord's Mansion.

Then let the city lord's mansion send a strong man to come.

This is undoubtedly a correct decision, because Song Zhishu is the strongest among the crowd, and now even the other party's life and death are unknown, so it doesn't make sense for them to stay any longer. Anyway, this place is not far from Qingzhou City, so it doesn't take much time to come and go.

Regarding this, Lin Cheng and the others remained silent. After all, leaving Song Zhishu behind like this was unacceptable in their hearts.

At Yunhua Mountain back then, if the opponent hadn't made a move, he might have been hiding under the mouth of the monster.

But now, they really have no better way.

"I know what you are thinking. Mr. Song not only saved you, but also me. I am also worried, but now you can find a better way? Ask the strong people in the city to help, maybe save Mr. Song Opportunity."

Chen Jingyun naturally didn't want to leave directly, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. The demon's methods were too strong, and he was afraid that he was no longer an ordinary Yin demon.

"Actually, I don't think fellow daoists need to worry. Mr. Song is an auspicious person with his own celestial appearance, so nothing will happen."

At this time, Yuan Ming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

His voice was not loud, and he was uncertain.

But I knew in my heart that if Song Zhishu encountered the same situation as himself, nothing would happen unless the other party made a different choice.

Just that possible?

Although Mr. Song is a true Confucian scholar, the temptation is really too great.

"Yuan Daoyou, what do you mean?" Chen Jingyun turned his head, doubts appeared in his eyes, and his tone became solemn: "Why are you sure that Mr. Song will be fine? Or do you know something?"

In fact, since yesterday, he also noticed that something was wrong with the other party, but he didn't think much about it, thinking that he was too nervous.

After all, no one has ever encountered that kind of situation, and I just calmed down a little after studying for a few years.

But today, the other party was wrong from the very beginning, it was so weird.

In addition, Song Zhishu was involved in the matter, Chen Jingyun couldn't help it, and there was a sense of persecution in his words.

"I'm just guessing." Yuan Ming looked at the serious eyes of the former, and immediately lowered his head. He couldn't explain it, and he didn't have the face to explain it. The whole magic weapon, right?
And from last night to now, Yuan Ming has been thinking about this matter, and the baby's cry can't be lingered in his mind.

He was thinking, if his mind had been firmer at that time, would the baby not have died?

But in this way, he will miss all the magic weapons.

Yuan Ming didn't know what to do, his heart was hard to calm down, he wanted the child to live, but those magic weapons also wanted, before he knew it, everything that happened last night had been hidden deep in his heart, and he couldn't even calm down and practice arrive.

"Then why do you make such guesses?"

Chen Jingyun continued to speak, obviously not satisfied with this answer, and wanted to ask the truth.

Others also cast their gazes over, seeing what Yuan Ming seemed to be hiding.

"Mr. Chen, fellow Taoists."

But at this moment, a familiar voice appeared.

Everyone turned their heads, but when they saw the person coming, they immediately showed joy.

"Mr. Song."

"Song Daoyou, where have you been?"

"Song Daoyou, are you okay?"

The person who came was Song Zhishu who had returned from Yujian. After listening to all kinds of concerned words and seeing that everyone was safe and sound, he was also relieved, then shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

He knew that after the black mist disappeared, everyone found that they were no longer sure that they would panic, but fortunately they were not far away.

"Mr. Song, what happened, did you encounter a demon?"

Chen Jingyun came over, checked that Song Zhishu was not injured, but spoke immediately after being a little weak.

This time the task was invited by him, if something happened to the other party, he could hardly absolve himself of the responsibility, especially since Chen Jingyun knew the identity of Song Zhishu, and he was a genius valued by the Great Zhou Wen Palace, which was of extraordinary significance.

"good."

Song Zhishu nodded, and continued: "But the demon has been repelled by me, and we are safe for the time being."

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at each other. They stayed here for two nights and were trapped by the black mist for two nights, but they never saw the monster. But now, they heard that the monster was repelled. Everyone is very curious.

As for Yuan Ming, he was shocked. He didn't understand what Song Zhishu meant by repelling demons.

"What kind of existence is that demon? Song Daoyou, have you seen it?"

"Yeah, is this black mist also caused by it?"

"Mr. Song, how did you do it? The disappearance of several villages was caused by that demon?"

"Don't ask me any more. Now Daoyou Song has just come back, and he must have consumed a lot. Let Daoyou Song rest first."

Lin Cheng and the others opened their mouths, and every word you said, you wanted to know more.

This is not just curiosity about monsters, but also related to this mission.

But some people think so.

Demons are not so easy to deal with, and I want Song Zhishu to recover his strength first.

"The process is indeed a bit dangerous. I will explain the details to you later."

Song Zhishu cupped his hands when he heard the words, smiled slightly, and said that he would explain later, then turned his gaze to Yuan Ming, and continued: "Friend Daoist Yuan, can you take a step to speak?"

"Okay, yes." Yuan Ming was surprised when he heard this, but he did not refuse.

Afterwards, the two walked side by side and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Mr. Chen, after Song Daoyou came back, why did you go to Yuan Daoyou first?" Lin Cheng didn't understand this, but he had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't be sure, so he could only ask.

"Don't think too much, Mr. Song naturally has his reasons for doing so."

Chen Jingyun thought for a while, but didn't say much.

He saw that there was something wrong with Yuan Ming, but there was nothing wrong with him, so he didn't know what was going on, but Mr. Song's confrontation with this person was naturally related to demons.

However, Chen Jingyun knew that this kind of thing should not be guessed randomly. The most basic trust is necessary for everyone to form a team.

On the other side, by the small river outside Luojiazhuang.

Song Zhishu and Yuan Ming stood side by side.

Neither of them spoke, they just looked ahead, as if they were waiting for the other party to speak.

In the end, Yuan Ming couldn't bear it anymore, and cupped his hands slightly: "I don't know why Mr. Song is looking for me alone."

In fact, he already knew it in his heart, but he didn't want to say it out, so he asked, thinking that if the monster hadn't told him about it, no one would know about taking a baby's life in exchange for a magic weapon.

"Yuan Daoyou, there are some things I didn't want to say, but when you and I met for the first time, you called me Mr., and as Mr., you should answer questions and guide people to be good, so I want to know. What happened on the first night of my life?"

Song Zhishu didn't expose it either, even though he guessed most of the situation, he still felt that it would be better for the other party to tell the truth.

"Nothing happened to me."

Yuan Ming lowered his head and his voice was weak.

"Exchanging the life of a mortal for some magic weapon is really worth it in the eyes of many people. It is also human nature to make a choice that is beneficial to oneself, but you said that you have read the book for many years. I want to know, what are you doing now? Are you at ease?"

Song Zhishu's voice was flat, without any emotion, as if he was talking to himself.

But these made Yuan Ming startled.

Still know?

He was a little dazed, then looked at Song Zhishu, and couldn't help saying: "Then Mr. Song, what is your choice?"

Yuan Ming was really tormented by that matter, but he wanted to know how Song Zhishu was chosen, and could he really ignore those temptations?
"In today's world, there are countless mortals, and it is true that people are dying every day. We really can't stop it, but how many monks are not mortals before they practice? It is true that in the eyes of many people, the life of a mortal is nothing If you die, you will die, but what is the significance of our monks' cultivation? It is indeed too far to say that we are protecting the common people, but no matter what, we must have a kind heart. You should understand this better after reading the book Makes sense, right?"

Song Zhishu did not directly answer the other party's words, but explained some issues from a larger perspective.

Of course, he did not use his own moral standards to demand others.

Because it's unrealistic.

Everyone's situation and experience are different, and there is nothing that can truly empathize.

Just like when a demon takes out a Taoist weapon,
Song Zhishu invited the other party to talk alone, not to understand the truth, because he already knew these things, and Yuan Ming came here because he saw that the other party was actually tortured, and he had a conscience, otherwise he would not be in this state up.

As I said before, Yuan Ming called himself Mr. when we first met, and Mr. is to answer questions and guide people to be good.

"I"

Hearing these words, Yuan Ming was stunned, his face turned pale.

Indeed, he has a kind heart, otherwise he would have hesitated so much when faced with a choice, precisely because he knew what he should really do, but he made the opposite choice.

At this moment, Yuan Ming also knew what choice Song Zhishu made when facing the demon and temptation.

He thought of the baby who was just a few months old in the well.

I remembered that I chose to give up saving people for the sake of magic weapon and profit.

That's right, that person didn't kill himself, but when it comes to talking about it, what's the difference?

Involuntarily, Yuan Ming was in a daze, and the baby's crying sounded in his ears again, and he finally couldn't help it: "It was my mistake, I was blinded by interests, I shouldn't be like this, that is a child, a living Fate, but I gave up saving people."

There was a cry in his voice, although it was only a day, but it has been lingering.

Now that Song Zhishu opened his mouth, Yuan Ming's conscience was awakened, so at this moment, there was only regret in his heart, an incomparable regret.

If he does it again, he will definitely make the most correct choice.

Not even what's in your hand.

"No, it's not your fault actually."

Song Zhishu opened his mouth, looked at the other party, and spoke softly: "Everything you do is what a normal monk would choose. You don't have to worry about it all the time, and it's useless even if you regret it. Things have happened. You need to look forward. .”

He already knew what Yuan Ming had gone through, and chose the latter between the baby and the magic weapon.

Is this wrong?

In fact, it is true, at least on a normal person.

Besides, people are not sages and sages can do nothing wrong, Song Zhishu's opening was just to relieve the depression in the other party's heart.

Yuan Ming's talent is not high, and he doesn't have much influence or background. He has come to the present all on his own. More importantly, he also has a conscience in his heart. He is a qualified practitioner and may be a qualified scholar in the future.

Song Zhishu didn't want to condemn anything, because he was not qualified and didn't bother to do so.

I just don't want to see that a good person, because of inner suffering, completely sinks down and cuts off the way to the future.

This is what he wants to do, and this is his true purpose.

In fact, it was also because of Yuan Ming that Song Zhishu realized a problem. Most monks, including himself, forgot one thing after they became practitioners, and that was what they really wanted in their hearts. Once a mortal who ignored his inner conscience.

It shouldn't.

And this is the fundamental reason why Song Zhishu must study. He must always remind himself to keep this conscience.

This is the most basic thing about being a person, and it is also the biggest difference between a person and a demon.

(End of this chapter)