I have mine in my dream

Wang Fugui dragged the poisoned body, stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and yelled loudly, "Hold on."

Unfortunately, the banshee ignored him at all.

Li Yu felt a tingling pain in his scalp, probably because the banshee's nails had penetrated.

Fan Ling picked up the stone on the ground and threw it to Wang Fugui: "Say it quickly, stop posing."

Wang Fugui quickly coughed and said to the banshee: "I know what the source of your resentment is, it's not hatred at all. These young people don't understand you, but I understand you."

The banshee finally had a reaction, she slowly raised her head, looking at Wang Fugui with crimson eyes.

After a while, the banshee opened her mouth: "Your skull seems to be more suitable for wooden fish."

Wang Fugui smiled helplessly.

At this time, due to the attack of toxins, his face turned purple and black, even if he was holding on to the wall, he was still shaking and unsteady.

He took a deep breath and said to the banshee: "You don't actually hate the villagers of Crow Set. Maybe you hated it before, but that was many years ago."

"When you saw the tragic death of Baishan, at that moment you hated them, so you opened your heart to let evil spirits into your body and turned into a demon."

"But after so many years, Baishan has lived as a demon in the world, for a long time, you have forgiven the villagers."

The demon smiled disdainfully: "Nonsense."

Li Yu and Fanling looked at Wang Fugui with a little helplessness.

This is indeed like nonsense.If Bai Yun really didn't hate the Crow Ji villagers, how could his evil spirits grow stronger and stronger?

Wang Fugui stared at the female demon's face and suddenly said quietly, "It seems that you don't even know the source of the evil spirit."

The banshee became a little impatient: "You don't have to play mystery here. The source of my evil spirit is my hatred for Crow Ji."

Wang Fugui shook his head: "It's not hate, it's regret."

The banshee's body was shaken.

Wang Fugui used the broadsword as a crutch and approached the banshee step by step.

He walked slowly, but his voice was always strong and powerful: "You regret why you let your guard down, from a holy Buddhist student to a murderous monster."

"You want to be Baiyun back, and you want to break free from the dark side of your soul. So you often go out of your body, come to Baiyun Temple, and recite Buddhist scriptures."

"But quietly thinking about moving, this process can't last too long, the dark side of your heart will continue to grow, and finally swallow you and make you become a demon again."

"Each time you struggle, your disappointment in yourself increases by a point."

"And this kind of disappointment and remorse is the source of evil in your heart. Your dark side uses these evils as its source and continues to grow."

Plop, Li Yu was thrown away by the banshee, and fell to the ground embarrassedly.

The banshee involuntarily took a step back.

The banshee took a step back, and Wang Fugui took a step forward.

The banshee stared at Wang Fugui as if seeing something terrifying.

Wang Fugui said in a deep voice: "Face the dark side of your heart. This is not your fault. Everyone has seven emotions, selfishness, regret, resentment, jealousy, longing..."

"Why do you study Buddhism? It is to purify these negative emotions. It is not your fault."

The breath of the banshee suddenly fluctuated, and her evil spirits escaped and gathered with her breathing.

She stared at Wang Fugui, blood and tears suddenly shed in her eyes.

Her voice was full of annoyance: "But... I have studied Buddhism for a hundred years, and it still has no effect. Maybe... I should be a demon by nature. Buddhism can't save me, and there is no need to save me..."

The demon muttered to himself, and the evil spirit on his body became more vigorous.

Wang Fugui suddenly stretched out his hand and took off his coat.

When Li Yu saw Wang Fugui's body, almost all of it turned black, showing how fierce the poison was.

Li Yu was a little worried. If Wang Fugui didn't take the antidote, he would still be able to survive.

Wang Fugui's body was swaying, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time.

But he didn't care, he smiled miserably at the demon: "I am not a Buddhist, but we practice, and we also pay attention to clear heart, overcoming demons, and have similarities with the Buddhist school."

He raised his swollen arm with difficulty, and pointed to a scar on his mouth: "This is the closest I have been to death. Whenever I think about it, I still have lingering palpitations and my body trembles constantly."

"Sometimes in the dead of night, I dream of that scene of the year, and then I get scared into a cold sweat."

He looked back at Fan Ling and Yuan Wuquan, and smiled helplessly: "I have always been fearless in front of these juniors and sisters. But only I know how cowardly I am in my heart."

"I have also hated myself, why I am so timid, I should go forward, put my life and death aside, kill demons and kill demons, and fight with them."

"But I also know that fear of death is human nature. The world's creatures all seek life and evil death. This is the belief carved into our bones when the Creator created us. Only by living can we have a future."

He pointed to a scar on his stomach again: "When I fought side by side with someone, the other side slashed it, and I had no time to parry. The fellow Taoist next to me saw it, but he chose to open another knife. Let me be hit."

"In these years, when I saw him, I was always kind, but in my heart, I often resent him."

"But although I resent, I can understand that his choice at the time is understandable. In that kind of melee, it is impossible for anyone to make the most reasonable choice."

"But I also know that it's normal for me to have resentment. After all, I have been stabbed, can't I complain?"

Wang Fugui pointed to his back again: "These few welts were left to me by my master. Because when I was young, I had a lot of rest and work, and felt that the life of a cultivator was too hard. It would be better to eat and drink like an ordinary person. Have fun. So I want to give up my practice and live a mediocre life."

He grinned reluctantly at the banshee: "I have these negative emotions, not only I have them, but everyone in the world has them."

"You have stayed in the Crow Collection Cemetery since you were a child, and you have never experienced the world. You think the world is too good, and you think too bad."

"As everyone knows, if everyone's heart is clear, why did the Buddha have to work so hard to pass the scriptures?"

The banshee looked at Wang Fugui in a daze.

Wang Fugui nodded at her: "Those negative emotions are also you. Accept them. Only by approving them can you purify them."

The banshee pondered for a long time, then shook her head towards Wang Fugui: "I don't believe you."

Li Yu and Fanling suddenly looked dark.

I thought that Wang Fugui finally found the evil spirit of the banshee, and this time he could survive.

Unexpectedly... still failed.

Wang Fugui seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, he smiled slightly: "You can take out my soul, swallow it in my belly, and feel the resentment in my heart."

Fan Ling was shocked: "Milky Changsu, are you crazy? That way, you will be dispelled."

Wang Fugui ignored the Brahma, he looked straight at the banshee: "If you can get something in my soul, I hope you can let the rest of you go."

The banshee nodded: "Okay."

After that, she stretched out her hand and a shadow flew out of Wang Fugui's body.The banshee opened her mouth and swallowed the shadow.

"Brother!" Fan Ling shouted and rushed forward.