After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"No, come to think of it, why are there big characters posted on the door of every house?"

"This is a disaster talisman. There is a plague in our village...haha, but don't worry, it won't matter if you drink this bowl of porridge. Now this porridge is getting less and less, and we can't guarantee that it won't work in the future." .”

"Oh... By the way, do you know where Zi Yueyi's family lived when they returned to the village three months ago?"

"……what?"

"Zi Yueyi, why, don't you know me?"

"You, you...what, what are you looking for her...for?"

"We are her master, here to pick her up... Wait, why does the ring on your hand look so familiar?"

The blood-red image stayed on the pale face of the porridge shop owner.

The ring that belonged to a girl stayed on his thick finger.

The red mist filled the air, and the sky and the earth completely turned into a picture scroll outlined by lines and scarlet colors of different shades.

Zijindan is expensive.

Rumors of Zi Yueyi's recovery.

The "wonderful recipe" to crack the epidemic

The "devotion" of the mute woman.

The villagers thanked this woman who "voluntarily" gave her life for thousands of families in the village by hanging a disaster talisman at the door of the house.

A woman who plays a role for the village.

The blood-red space throbbed with the heartbeat.

The picture is distorted and hideous.

Accompanied by a gushing of blood.

With one sound, Zi Shui's voice repeated the question.

【The common people in this world...】

【The monk who drove us to a dead end...】

【Stupid and ignorant mortals...】

【These people who are devoid of kindness...】

[Does it really make sense to save? 】

[Did we really save others? 】

[Is the birth of Zijin Dahuandan really correct? 】

The crimson picture scroll, along with the flowing blood, the women's angry howls, screams, and the mourning of the dead, were all kneaded together and smashed into pieces with all their strength.

Every fragment is the figure of Zishui moving forward alone.

Every fragment is a tragedy caused by an untimely "panacea" in this troubled world.

The Zijin Dahuan Pill did not become a treasure to save the people from the fire and water as the master expected.

It has become a tool for making money, a medium for sucking blood.

The reason why brothers turn against each other, the monk's rhetoric to deceive mortals.

[Zijinmu absorbs the corpses of the dead to grow... Ten dead people can give birth to a Zijinmu to heal the life of a living person. 】

[In today's world, if there is no dead person, a living person can be used instead. 】

[In the eyes of the monks, no matter how many mortals die, it will not be a pity. 】

[Like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, like livestock that walk on two legs. 】

[The death of ten mortals for the recovery of a monk?In their eyes, this transaction seemed too generous. 】

Ordinary people are threatened and given their lives.

Or be promised huge profits, sold their souls.

The cultivator, who was dismissive of ordinary people, began to engage in the business of buying and selling people.

Life that could not be respected in the first place has now become a complete 'cargo'.

It was originally used to save the common people in the world and make everyone's life respectable.

Now it has become the source of all evils in the cultivation world where intrigues and mortals complain.

【Master, are you a hero who saves the common people, or a scourge that has been poisoned for centuries? 】

Chapter 71 Rain After Rain

Inheriting the behest, the girl who was ups and downs in the struggle and hesitation, after witnessing a lot of misery, chose to end the legacy left by the master to this world with her own hands.

Even if it was once great, even if it was born with good intentions, even if it is innocent.

But this gift is not suitable for this world, nor is it in line with Master's original intention.

Blood rained down one after another, drenching the man who was standing there dumbfounded with his back bent.

The white coat that symbolized the identity of a doctor was stained red with blood, and a dark aura emerged from his body, and negative emotions lingered around Qi Zijin.

Sorrow, heartache, confusion, loss.

The bloody dream was over, Qi Zijin slowly opened his eyes.

Unable to perceive how much time had passed, his throat was very dry, and his voice became strange.

"Shui'er...are you still there?"

"Still, Master."

Zi Shui was still standing where he was, looking at the bright red Master with a smile, who was no longer as holy as before.

This heavy rain is not an attack, but a questioning.

Seeing Master's lost eyes, Zi Shui raised the corners of his mouth for the joy in his heart.

She looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds are gradually thinning, and the sky should clear up.

"You are not a cultivator of yin aura...you can't generate yin aura by yourself. Using this kind of trick consumes your own soul..."

"It doesn't matter, Master."

"What will you do when this rain is over?"

"Maybe I will lose my memory? Or will I die? I don't really know."

Zi Shui smiled flatly, raised his arms and pointed to the sky: "So how about deciding the winner before the sky clears?"

"...That's all."

Qi Zijin sat on the ground slumped, with his hands on his knees, sighed a long time, and hung his head.

"For thousands of years, I have suffered for you."

"Don't, don't say such things, it's boring, Master."

Zi Shui blinked: "Could it be that you're planning to give up on your ambition and go back to where you came from obediently, or just kill me and wait for my apprentice to finish you with my own hands before I die?"

"……Do not."

Qi Zijin looked at his hands and slowly shook his head.

"It's enough for the apprentice to kill the master once."

In the black mist induced by the blood rain splashing on the ground, a group of bright life rays symbolizing pure green bloomed.

Zi Shui noticed the abnormality, and sighed helplessly: "Seeing you sitting on the ground depressed, I thought you were moved by my past pain, and I planned to let it go."

She got ready for the battle, while Qi Zijin was still sitting on the ground.

"Your past is heavy...but what makes me even more desperate is that the future of this world is still hopeless."

Qi Zijin's eyes froze, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"Things are now... everything is finally connected. So that's the case, no wonder it is so..."

The chapping in the air is getting worse.

Zi Shui looked at Master puzzled, and frowned: "Master, don't be self-obsessed. It's not like the world won't turn around without you. How would you know what the future holds..."

"Of course I know, because I've seen it before."

Unsteadily, Qi Zijin raised his head with a wry smile.

His face was pale and old: "You have experienced Zi Yueyi's death, and you should understand the pain of losing a child...and I have experienced it twice."

"..."

"You should know that the original purpose of Zijin Dahuandan is not a medicine that can deal with all injuries, but a medicine that I am trying to find, to resurrect the dead."

Qi Zi said leisurely: "I am not a native of this world. Before I came here, I was just an unlucky middle-aged man who lost his son... If there is any difference between me and others, it is because of my son's love." At the funeral, a voice was heard."

"Following the guidance of that voice, I came to this world... There is true energy, there are immortal cultivators, there are flying swords, there are magic weapons, this wonderful and cruel world."

"In the beginning, my goal was to find my son. The voice said he was here... so I tried to survive in this world and find something to do."

"I have no intention of completely changing this world, because I am just an outsider after all... What I do is just to make this world better for the kind-hearted. I am not some selfless saint... I just hope that if I His son has really gained a new life in this world...I hope the world will treat him kindly."

Qi Zijin gave a wry smile and slowly shook his head.

"My child is kind-hearted but stubborn, and his ears are soft but stubborn. I want to change the world, even if only a little bit... If he is seriously injured someday in the future, the medicine I left behind can heal him ... If he has no hope of practicing in the future, there will be people who respect him... If he falls on the street in the future, there will be people with the same kindness to pity him... As a father, this is all I can do .”

"I was never a saint, I was just a doctor and a father."

"And when I was about to find the way to return the soul, I finally vaguely observed the appearance of my child's soul... It was exactly the same as mine, a gentle soul that was completely different from this world. But when I tried to get it from In the reincarnation of this world, when he was revived...I was repelled by the will of this world."

"It was only then that I realized that the voice that induced me to come to this world was the god who sat high in the sky and controlled the cycle of reincarnation."

"You may have always been curious about the cause of my death. I didn't abandon you and leave regardless—it was because this world once expelled me."

"Since this world does not allow me to take my child away, maybe he has other important missions..."

"After that, I also looked for ways to come back many times... Time flies, and with the meager cultivation accumulated in this world, I finally got a glimpse of the way."

"I returned to this world again, and I got my wish to see my child."

"Unfortunately, when we met again, he was already dead."

"I remember the appearance of that soul, but when we met, there was very little left of his soul."

"I don't know how long it has been since I passed away. I only know that my child was lonely when he died. There was only a barren mountain and a dilapidated thatched cottage..."

"He held a girl's body and sat down to die."

"At the foot of the mountain, someone called and cursed his name, Fu Tianqing."

"Foul language is unbearable."

……

Qi Zijin raised his head, and suddenly showed a mocking and cold smile.

Zi Shui had never seen such a smile on Master's face.

This disappointed, suppressed, angry smile.

"Originally, after seeing Fu Tianqing again in this world, I thought everything before was a dream, or a completely different world? Maybe this world is completely different from the world I saw, maybe the dead person It's not my son, maybe I just saw it wrong, there are many, many, many possibilities—but after I witnessed your memory, I seem to understand why I saw that scene."

"This world, whether in the past, today, or in the future, is completely hopeless."

Cracks like spider webs are constantly bursting out.

Listening quietly to Master's confession, Zi Shui frowned.

"You said that Fu Tianqing is your child... How is that possible, not to mention, there are no gods in the sky."

Decades ago, everyone broke open the sky wedge that sealed the aura, and Zishui witnessed the empty high sky with his own eyes.

There are no gods there.

Moreover, Fu Tianqing is still alive and well, still studying in Linlang Academy, and she and Ling'er have recognized each other as siblings.

future……