Unbeatable Evil King

One hundred years of Taoism is scattered, one hundred years of hard work is lost, and one hundred years of experience is destroyed.

The yellow tiger and wolf wept bitterly. Two lines of hot tears flowed out of his eyes. The tears fell on the ground. They did not penetrate into the land, snow, or freeze. They were stained with a trace of blood. They were actually two drops of blood tears.

The gale is howling, the cold is cold and piercing, and the snowflakes falling all over the sky seem to be crying for the weasel and mourning for it.

The blood from the Weasels was dripping on the snow. The blood was dizzy and dyed red. It looked like a scar on the earth.

It wept for a moment, then turned to look at the woodcutter who had been donated by the strong wind, and saw him get up in a gloomy face. His eyes, which were bright and kind, were full of resentment and hatred.

That one eye pierced the heart, that one was cold and ferocious, and the other made the woodcutter stay there, shivering all over. That one eye was deeply engraved in the woodcutter's mind.

Next, the weasel endured the pain, limped to escape, leaving a trail of intermittent blood.

After all, it has a hundred years of Taoism. Now, even if the Taoism is scattered, the body is also very tough. Although the wound is serious, it can not be killed for the time being.

The woodcutter finally recovered. The resentment in the weasel's eyes frightened him. The woodcutter knew that if the weasel didn't die today, it would surely revenge itself.

The threat of life made the woodcutter forget the fear and fear for a while. He ran to pick up the axe with weasel blood on one side and chased after it.

However, after chasing for several tens of meters, a strange wind suddenly hung around. The strange wind rolled up the snow and buried all the blood traces. No trace of the weasel was found.

The strange wind came and went quickly. The woodcutter looked at the boundless horizon in front of him, flat like new snow, at a loss. His heart was even more miserable and regretful.

He regretted that he had made such a mistake.

All he could do now was to pray that the weasel, whose cultivation had been exhausted, would not survive. Otherwise, he would try his best to revenge.

Maybe there is some mysterious power in the world to maintain the most basic good and evil in the world. The woodcutter destroyed the weasel's hundred years' hard work and hurt the weasel. When he wanted to kill the weasel, the heaven and earth pitied and saved the weasel's life.

However, this run of weasels is the beginning of the nightmare of generations of Jin family.

"It turns out that this is the reason why the monster and the Jin family have such a hatred..."

Ye Wuque murmured a sentence. He felt a little flustered when he learned about the history of the hatred. He sympathized with the weasel very much. He was also dissatisfied or even disgusted with the woodcutter. His hatred for the monster was almost gone.

After that, he saw that the weasel, who had lost 100 years of cultivation and was injured, was aging rapidly. He died in the ice and snow in less than ten days, leaving only a trace of resentment. He cherished this resentment and tried to stay in the Yang world to revenge.

It finally turned into a bitter spirit, which has harmed generations of the Jin family.

"I've been wronged. Can't I get revenge? Why are you blocking me? Why do you want to hurt me again? Clearly, if I swallow the pine of Jin Dafu's later life, I will be able to complete my merits and virtues. Why do you want to stop me? "

A voice of bitterness and anger came, and the mist rolled in the bamboo forest, condensing a weasel which was not much bigger than a domestic cat.

But this weasel, originally gray and yellow hair, turned black brown, a pair of originally smart and bright eyes also became blood red, full of ferocity and turbidity, which made people dare not look directly.

There was also a deep bone cut in the back leg, where the bone was broken and blood was left.

The weasel looked at Ye Wuxiang, pressing in his eyes and disdaining him, as if questioning and questioning.

Ye Wuqi sighs and worries about who is right and who is wrong. He is not good at judging. The weasel has been damaged for hundreds of years, and many generations of the Jin family have also paid a heavy price, and many people have died.

According to Li Chengye, if the ancestors of the Jin family were not blessed by those with great achievements, the Jin family might have lost their children and grandchildren, not to mention the wealth of the two generations.

Therefore, the monster is also very vicious, although worthy of sympathy, but not worthy of forgiveness.

"You don't have to say any more. I sympathize with your experience, but I don't agree with your behavior, and you don't want to confuse my heart in this way. It doesn't work for me

Ye Wuque pauses for a moment, frowns and says, "it's his fault that the ancestors of Jin family hurt your cultivation and your life. I don't know what happened to him. You should have killed him. But if one man does things one by one, and the chief culprit who killed your life and conduct is dead, then his sin has dissipated.

Then why do you complain with resentment, and even more do harm to the Jin family for generations and the lives of so many people. Don't you know when it's time to repay each other with injustice? Don't you know that if you do this, you will be killed, and your karma will be entangled, and you will not be able to get rid of it?

Stop it, the Buddhist says: put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. If you persist in your obsession, you will only be able to end up with a flying ash and smoke. What's more, it's ridiculous that you want to be virtuous and virtuous when you harm people's lives. "Ye Wuqi advised, his eyes a Li, heart ready to fight.

The reason why the weasel used magic to reproduce the scene at that time, but did not reproduce the scene of how it harmed people, did not use this painful experience to get his sympathy.

Because most people have the idea of sympathy for the weak and preconceived ideas. Once they have sympathy for their hearts, they will be more and more easily confused by their slanders.

Ye does sympathize with it, but it does not mean that ye does agree with it. He has a firm will and will not be easily confused by rumors.

What's more, Zhao siliang's request for holy words is vaguely coming from the outside. The words of the holy words and famous sentences are all pearls, which reminds him that he will not fall into the enchantment of demons.

When the monster saw this, one of the evil spirits in the blood red eyes became more and more powerful, and a thick blood light splashed out.

"Killing people to pay their lives, debts to pay back money, complaints and revenge, are not the laws that you human beings follow? What's wrong with complaining? I don't want to kill enough. I can't let the Jin family die. I can't say that the Jin family has killed all of them. "

Yellow tiger and wolf spit out words, sneer repeatedly, voice cold as ice, eternal.

Ye Wuqian knows that the weasel's resentment is so deep that he will not easily be convinced by himself and give up harming Jinsheng. If he could make sense of it, Zhao siliang would have awakened to the truth.

Ye Wuqi sighed and said in a deep voice, "if everything you just let me see is true, I can only ask you, what's your heart to Tao? Where did your belief in overcoming your instincts and eating only morning dew and nectar?

It's no use saying more. I can't let you harm my friend's life. If you are willing to return the spirit of my friend's soul in your dream, I think you are also a hard life cultivation. You can ask Taoist disciples to help you. If you refuse, we will destroy you. "

The weasel's resentment spirit was stunned, some confusion in his eyes, as if he was in introspection and reminiscence.