The huge Mengpo Village was crowded with people, and most of the people there were martial arts people from the top of Kunlun Peak.
Most of them didn't know how they died, so they discussed it with each other while drinking soup.
The Emei disciples, all of whom were women, were holding their heads and crying, as if they felt that their death was extremely unjust.
Wangsheng looked at everyone coldly, but he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He was the first to come down...
But not long after, thousands of people fell down together.
He searched for a long time in the crowd, but couldn't find the shadow of junior sister Ruyi, so he let out a sigh of relief.
From the words of these people, Wang Sheng probably understood that these people were all killed by his master Yan Xuanyi. When he thought that his master had been compassionate all his life, but in the end he committed murder for himself, a sour feeling filled his heart.
It's strange to say that when they were in the human world, these people fought to the death, all for fame, wealth and the position of alliance leader. After they came down, no one mentioned it again. They must have thought about it clearly - after death, fame and fortune are all gone.
Things outside the body.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a wealthy businessman or a beggar in rags. It doesn’t matter whether you are a talented scholar or a white lady who can’t read a word. It doesn’t matter whether you are a martyr who built a chastity arch or a coquettish brothel sister.
A martial arts hero or a powerless scholar, they all come here as long as they die.
Except for those people and things that cannot be let go, everything in life is no longer important.
Wangsheng looked at everyone, and everyone looked at Wangsheng.
Many people were unwilling to die. They couldn't understand how Yan Xuanyi could be so powerful and could fight one against a thousand, so they complained about him.
When Po Meng heard the complaints from the martial arts people, she snorted and said, "You are not satisfied with dying in Shaohao's hands! He is a god, but you are contented!"
Only then did everyone realize that they had offended someone they couldn't offend, and they couldn't help but regret what had happened before.
Unfortunately, they knew it too late.
"Wangsheng." A soft voice penetrated into Wangsheng's ears. He raised his eyes and saw his master standing not far away, smiling at him.
Other martial arts people also saw Yan Xuanyi. They all gasped, trembled and huddled up in a ball. During this period, they collided and dodged, and some of the decoction was inevitably poured out.
Po Meng said anxiously: "My good soup and medicine have all been wasted by you! If I had known better, I wouldn't have said more about Shaohao!"
Wangsheng rushed to Yan Xuanyi in three steps, knelt down, and called "Master" with tears in his eyes.
Yan Xuanyi gently stroked Wangsheng's head and said, "Good disciple."
"My apprentice is unworthy and makes Master worried. Even if my apprentice dies, there will be no repayment!"
"You did nothing wrong," Yan Xuanyi said. "From the day I brought you back, I decided to raise you well. I am very pleased that you have the ability you have now."
"Master!" Wangsheng's eyes turned red, "My disciple is so virtuous and capable that he allowed his master to commit murder. The disciple is dead and cannot be filial to his master. In the next life, he will be a cow or a horse, and he will stay by his master's side."
"I want to stay in the underworld for five hundred years, so you don't have to worry about me. Just drink Meng Po soup and die."
"If possible, Wangsheng would never want to be a human again in the next life." The ugliness of human nature before death makes Wangsheng unable to forget it.
"Reincarnation and rebirth have their own destiny, and it is not something you and I can decide. Let's go, my child, and let my teacher take you on your last journey."
Wangsheng took the decoction handed to him by a woman and drank it in one gulp.