Ruyi suppressed the storm that had suddenly erupted in her chest, walked slowly to Feng Rugu's bed, tightened her palms, and pulled the blood thread in her heart tightly tied to her tail fingers.

Feng Rugu didn't know what Ruyi was thinking, so he stopped his small movements and said, "He doesn't need us to pursue it anymore."

Hai Jing was originally very unfair to the two disciples who died in Hanshan Temple. While he was worried about the whereabouts of the real murderer, the ghost-faced man was unwilling to accept the punishment because his accomplice, Lian Ruxin could not be punished. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"

Sang Luojiu understood.

He said: "The stone will not bleed."

Luo Fuchun and Hai Jing looked at each other, and both saw the three words "I can't understand" from each other's eyes.

Sang Luojiu closed his sleeves and explained softly: "Liang Ruxin was born from Hongmeng, with no soul and no ruthlessness, but when he fought with his master, he shed blood... This is a sign of spirituality."

Luo Fuchun shouted: "He is the spirit of heaven and earth."

Sang Luojiu: "No. Brother, he was a material spirit before, and he inherited the responsibilities and memories of the divine stones for thousands of years. He was not kind, had no human feelings, did not feel pain, and would not be hurt. He would only return to nature after his spiritual power was exhausted. But now he would bleeding, which means that he had cultivated an ordinary heart and was considered a human spirit."

"Human spirit..."

Luo Fuchun was shocked, and for a moment, his heart was filled with all his thoughts.

Is it really worth it for a demon cultivator?

The room was silent for a long time until a rustling drizzle fell on the window frame, and several people looked out the window at the same time.

It is approaching summer, and the rain often comes without warning.

Amid the disturbing sound of rain, Luo Fuchun finally noticed an important doubt: "Master, if the ghost face in black really wants to kill you, how could he only send Lian Ruxin... and a demon?"

Feng Rugu asked back: "What do you think?"

Luo Fuchun was afraid that he would say something wrong again, so he seemed to be extra careful in his words: "Wenshishan's affairs and the things that are practiced by the heart are divided. If they are divided, the disciple would not think that there is anything; but these two things happened one after another, which made the disciple have to be more careful: the purpose of the ghost-faced man seems to be not killing people for the sake of killing people, but... "

Speaking of this, Luo Fuchun paused for a long time to consider his words.

He thought that he was very ruthless in thinking this way, and there was suspicion of being excused by the promiscuous offender, but he couldn't help but say: "...it is to expose the shortcomings of the Taoist sect and dig up the carbuncles in the world."

When the Taoist murder case occurred, both Buddhism and Taoist sect were confused.

There is no connection between the people killed, different sects, different cultivation levels, and high status. Apart from the characteristic of a Tang sword cutting throat, no one can find even a slight commonality among them.

Later, the bodies of all the victims formed the word "风" on the map.

Luo Fuchun had seen Feng Rugu's entire inference with his own eyes, and naturally believed that it was the master who had formed a grudge with someone, and the ghost-faced man came for his master.

They went down the mountain to investigate, but as a result, the death of Miss Wen San led to the Wen Shimen hosting demon cultivators for profit. The death of monks in Hanshan Temple led to the crisis of the sky split hidden in the ancient city of Shuisheng.

It happened once, maybe it was a coincidence; it happened twice, it was not necessarily true.

Thinking about the Ghost Face Man’s message “Tao is no longer Tao”, Luo Fuchun began to feel that the person behind this may really have a different meaning?

"…'carbuncle'." Feng Rugu laughed, "Ha, this word is well used."

Luo Fuchun said a lot of bastards today, which hurt his master's heart. Now when he heard Feng Rugu say this, he thought he had said the wrong thing again, so he hurriedly asked for a supplement: "Master, I'm not saying that Taoism is not good, but the trend of practicing Taoism has been prevalent in the past few decades, and the quality of people entering Taoism is uneven. Killing people is always unreasonable..."

Sang Luojiu poked Luo Fuchun in the waist from behind, signaling him to say more and more mistakes and not say more.

Luo Fuchun shut up and stood up depressedly for a while, and said, "Master, when will we go to find the soul of the victim who is Lian Ruxin going back to the city?"

Feng Rugu leaned against the bed and looked out the window: "Wait until the rain stops."

Finally, he added: "Maybe, when the rain stops, the soul will come back."

While Feng Rugu was talking, Ruyi kept staring at him.

Since more than ten years ago, he has heard of Feng Rugu's name and surname, and has speculated on his appearance and personality.

During the ten years of separation, he had never seen his adoptive father again, and it was impossible for him to see Feng Rugu.

But Feng Rugu is the famous Yunzhongjun after all, and the youngest Taoist lord in the world with the name Zun. Of course, this is related to his master's ascension early, and also to his astonishing move to protect everyone's safety in the "Legend of World".

If you walk around the world, you will hear many stories after listening to his name. It is no longer possible to determine which one is true, the good and the bad, and which one is closer to the real one.

Only the four elements of fancy name, talent name, kill name, and proud name appear at all times with Feng Ruyuan's story and have never changed.

A few days ago, Ruyi was entrusted by her adoptive father and climbed Fengling Mountain, and she was the first time she really saw Feng Ruyuan.

After a few days of getting along, it was normal for the adoptive father to have him in his heart.

And it is normal for him to be hated by others.

Feng Rugu's person is still alive, but when he moves, he shines everywhere. However, because his sense of intelligence is too exposed, he looks aggressive when he is sharp, and he seems to be deliberately ridiculing him. He also uses his sword to go astray, his crazy and crazy temperament is really unpredictable. No one knows whether the heart in his accent is cold or warm.

Those who are better will stay away from him, while those who are worse will inevitably feel disgusted with such people who cannot hold them in their palms.

At this moment, Ruyi read his thoughts from his eyes looking at the rain and saw another Feng Ruyuan.

...Feng Rugu clearly knew that he was injured and bleeding, and realized that he had the spiritual spiritual mind and would do something.

But he didn't have much complacent feelings, nor did he take the opportunity to chase and kill Lian Ruxin to avenge him for his intention to kill him. He just watched the rain outside the window, leaving Lian Ruxin with enough time to allow him to do what he wanted to do.

...

Among Mizhi Mountains.

Lian Ruxin stumbles through the dense forest, unstable foothold, and falls into the rocks in the stream.

The stream reflects his pale and bloodless face.

He got up, disturbed the reflection of the stream, and continued to run forward.

The raindrops fell, and jumping rain lines were made in the pool on the ground.

He came to a beech tree next to the divine stone, knelt on his knees, used his hands and feet, and dug out the body of dust on his clothes through the soil soaked by the rain.

After Yi Shangchen was beaten to death, his body was buried in the charity house. At midnight, Lian Ruxin secretly took the body home, buried it under a tree, and drew the magic circle. He wanted to use his spiritual power to ensure that his body did not rot, but he was unable to resist the destiny and could only watch him decay and decay, and he would never return.

Stealing a person's body is the first mistake that Jian Ruxin did in his life for more than ten years.

After that, if you practice like the heart, you will become obsessed with one step, one step is wrong, one step is wrong.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, Lian Ruxin wouldn't have thought of being a slut, and wouldn't have been tempted by the man in black to kill Feng Ruyuan.

Fortunately, now he has a way.

He was in a hurry and had to return the stolen souls to find Feng Rugu to apologize, so he wanted to hand over this matter earlier.

Lian Ruxin held this half-dissolved corpse, placed him flat in front of the divine stone, put his knees on the ground, and kowtowed to the divine stone devoutly.

"Divine Stone, the sinners are here to repent." Lian Ruxin's long hair was wet with rain and dew. "I have conspired with others to kill the lives of people who have nothing to do with them. I have committed a serious crime and I am not willing to die. I am willing to follow the believers and sacrifice the stone with spirits. I have only one wish before my death, and I hope to ask the divine stone to satisfy it..."

"The dust on the clothes... He was born as a demon and never committed a great sin in his life. He had this disaster all because of me. The sinner knew that this demand was usurped, but I could use my soul as a sacrifice to ask the divine stone to resurrect him, and the two innocent little novice monks who were innocently victimized."

The divine stone was silent at all, as if it was an old monk who had entered into meditation.

Lian Ruxin knelt on the ground, and her pounding heart gradually became cold.

In the past, when even believers went up the mountain to offer sacrifices, the divine stone would not echo their wishes. Those who satisfy their wishes would always be practiced as the heart.

But Lian Ruxin will not question whether the divine stone still has divinity.

He was born from the stone. It was not worth it to know that the divine stone should place all its strength on the resistance to the sky crack, overdraw its spiritual power, and do the thing that resurrection is really not worth it.

The body of the dust on the clothes still exists and the souls are all there, and it is possible to resurrect the two monks. The souls of the two monks have long been separated and have nowhere to go. They are resurrected out of thin air and recreate their spirits and flesh. It is almost a fantasy.

Lian Ruxin also knows that as a sinner, he is really greedy to make such a request.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, and bowed his head again: "Divine Stone, the sinner only wants one wish: I will use my spirit and all the rest of my time to change my clothes and dust, and then change another day to use it to consolidate all the affairs and ties in the world. Tomorrow is the day of sacrifice, and I am willing to sacrifice myself at that time, return to the stone, and never return. Please give me kindness to the God Stone."

Lian Ruxin fell to the ground, wondering how long he had been kneeling, but his heartstrings suddenly moved.

It was a very special kind of induction.

...He knew that the Divine Stone promised him.

Lian Ruxin felt her eyes warm, and she knocked her head a few times seriously. When she stood up, she felt warm and numb and itchy on her face.

He had never shed tears and raised his hand to wipe his eyes, thinking, how could it rain hotly?

Lian Ruxin dared not waste time, so he placed the body of dust on his clothes and the treasure bag containing his soul in front of the stone and handed it to the divine stone. He quickly ran to the Shanyang face facing the ancient city, took out the souls of the residents whom he hid, and released the birds, so that the souls would fly back to their house and return to their positions.

The sound of empty chanting of scriptures sounded from afar.

That was the witch doctor who was summoning the soul for the rich young man who had lost his soul.

The heart is standing by the mountain, but the expression is still cold, but there is an unspeakable ease hidden in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

He also wants to find Yun Zhongjun, apologize, and compensate the damaged pleasure boat...

Practice and plan everything.

But all kinds of thoughts turned into clouds and smoke in the sky when he turned around and saw the familiar face.

——The dust on his clothes stood there intact, as if it was his dream.

Lian Ruxin looked at him for a long time, his fingers trembled slightly, and his heart was numb, but he still didn't move a step, for fear of pounceing on him, and accidentally broke the dream.

Yi Shangchen ran over and hugged him.

"What's wrong? Look at me like this." Yi Shangchen muttered, "How long have I been sleeping? I remember it was snowing the day before I was knocked out. Why did the flowers all over the mountain bloom in a blink of an eye?"

...He didn't know that he had died once and had rotted in the soil for a while.

Lian Ruxin wiped the water from his eyelashes, his fingers trembled constantly, but his voice was as usual, and he couldn't hear much sadness and joy, just like the dust on his clothes was really just a dream: "You ran to smash someone's statue, got beaten, seriously injured, and have been recuperating until now, and the injuries have been cured."

Yi Shangchen didn't expect that the bad things he did would be stabbed to Lian Ruxin, and blushed: "I...I just want to vent my anger for you. They don't have a statue of god to worship, so why don't they come to you?"

Practice as the heart: "Silly words. God is in the heart, not in its form. If you destroy the statue of God, they still have faith in their hearts, and thousands of statues of God can be rebuilt."

Yi Shangchen blinked his eyes, knowing that his plan had failed, he pouted and was upset for a while, and had thoughts again, and happily lay on Lian Ruxin and acted coquettishly: "I don't care. I haven't gone out to play for so long. Brother Lian's family has to make up for me."

This was originally an unreasonable act on the dust on the clothes. Who would have thought that Lian Ruxin nodded for the first time: "Tomorrow is the ceremony of sacrifice to the gods once every three years. I'll take you to see it."

The man with ghost faces walked on the wind, wearing a dark outfit, standing quietly at the clouds, looking at the dust on his cheerful clothes below, with no emotion in his blue eyes.
Chapter completed!