Taoist tools are indeed the dream of countless monks.
Almost no one can refuse and will choose immediately without any hesitation.
The old man looked at Zhishu Song in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.
There is no doubt that what you take out will definitely arouse greed in the other person's heart.
But he was not in a hurry to continue speaking and waited quietly.
At the same time, the inexplicable aura around him became stronger and stronger.
After all, in front of him is a Confucian scholar who has entered the state of knowledge and practice. He is completely different from ordinary monks. He must use real methods, and what the old man is using now is the unique ability derived from his birth.
Under this kind of ability, many monks and scholars have fallen into disgrace.
Although the person in front of me is a bit special, he has also spent a lot of effort to create the most favorable conditions.
And the old man knows that once a Taoist weapon comes out, as long as he is a monk, even a person who practices both Taoism and Confucianism, he will definitely not refuse it.
This is your own means and your own purpose.
In the eyes of monks, Taoist tools are the most precious treasures.
But in his opinion, it doesn't matter, because he can't use it, so it can be said to be worthless. After all, it is completely different from the way monks obtain power, and as long as it can induce the greed of the other party, that is enough.
"I see."
After a long time, Song Zhishu spoke, but he did not answer the question, but said: "It turns out that Yuan Ming met you last night."
Although the information he received was limited, he had completely understood it. No wonder today, although the other party was not injured or lost anything, he was still uneasy. This was the reason.
Perhaps Yuan Ming encountered the same situation as himself yesterday and made a choice.
"My little friend is indeed smart and worthy of being a Confucian scholar."
The old man was stunned for a moment, but he did not panic. He understood that the scholar who had entered the realm was really not easy to fool, so he did not deny it and continued to speak.
"That little friend made the right choice. After all, why do you want to save someone who is destined to die? Isn't your work in vain?"
My little friend, a complete set of magic weapons, plus a low-grade Taoist weapon, all of this is just a thought of my little friend. Just take it and leave, and it will be yours. Make your choice."
As he spoke, the inexplicable aura on his body became stronger, but outsiders could not feel it.
It is the power of demons, a special power that can really arouse the deepest evil thoughts in people's hearts, and it is impossible to guard against it.
These strange demonic powers are silent and silent.
It emerged from the old man's body and quietly wrapped up Song Zhishu slowly.
The old man knows that he must be patient.
As long as the goal is achieved, everything is worth it.
And the power of the demon can suppress the hearts of monks and even scholars. There is basically no solution unless the mind is firm to a certain extent and is truly unmoved by external objects.
But now it is a Taoist weapon. Who can stay calm in front of a Taoist tool?
"choose?"
After Song Zhishu heard this, the Saint Sword Fetus slowly fell down. He didn't know whether he was persuaded or affected by that force.
"That's right"
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the old man's face, and he continued: "It's just a choice. I just need to go away. Besides, those mortals didn't die in your hands, but the fate of the days is like this, and no one can change it."
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"Yes, a mortal's life is nothing compared to a Taoist weapon?"
Song Zhishu murmured to himself, glanced at the three woodcutters who were constantly approaching the tiger, then looked at the Taoist artifact, and said slowly: "I know how to choose."
"I believe that my friend's choice is correct." The old man nodded and looked at the other person, knowing that he was about to succeed.
"My choice is."
Song Zhishu raised his head, the saint's sword body vibrated, and all the righteousness in his body was blessed by it, and his voice fell directly into the old man's ears: "My choice is to save them. Then, I will take your life!"
Facing Taoist tools, is Song Zhishu moved?
It's heart-warming, and no one can be spared.
Is it worth giving up several mortal lives for a Taoist artifact?
Yes.
Everyone will say it's worth it.
Yes, Song Zhi did want to become stronger and he did want a Taoist weapon, but he knew that there was something more important that he needed to stick to.
Inner conscience.
So no matter how much he thought in his heart, he still made a choice, which he thought was the best choice.
So Song Zhishu took action without any warning.
In an instant, the light around him surged, and powerful mana surged out.
The Saint Sword Embryo in his hand released a powerful sword intent and shot forward, full of killing intent.
Seeing this, the old man's expression changed drastically, obviously he did not expect this result.
But he reacted quickly,
Wisps of black light suddenly appeared in his body, forming a shield to resist this fatal blow.
But the next moment, Song Zhishu waved his hand, and the saint's sword suddenly changed direction and turned into a stream of light, flying directly to the mountain road below, directly killing the tiger in front of the three woodcutter.
Pfft.
In an instant, blood splattered.
The three mortal woodcutter seemed to have sensed it, but as soon as they made a move, they fainted and fell to the ground.
From this, we can see that everything that happened before Song Zhishu's eyes was true. If he had made another choice, these three people would have died in the tiger's mouth.
"you!"
At this time, the old man who had just reacted was shocked when he saw this.
This all happened too fast.
Song Zhishu's actions before were obviously directed at him, but he didn't expect that he suddenly changed direction and rescued the three people. Therefore, the other party's relaxation and sudden explosion were all just plans.
Attracting attention makes it easier to save people.
Song Zhishu, who had rescued the man at this moment, immediately returned the Saint's Flying Sword to his hand. The aura around his body rose again and he looked at the old man in front of him.
"Although I don't know who you are, you have been tempting me since you first appeared, asking me to give up the lives of these mortals, eliciting my greed, and choosing to take away those magic weapons. This must be what you get.
In the way of power, right?”
He didn't know much about demons, but he knew that demons' abilities were very special and different from anything he had come into contact with.
And the other party moved himself to this place, letting himself see three mortals about to die in the tiger's mouth.
Then he used various magic weapons to lure him, forcing him to make a choice on his own.
Everything about this is very troublesome. It is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface. There must be some purpose.
Otherwise, given the opponent's strength, why would he go to such great lengths to do it? It would have been better to just take action. That's why Song Zhishu made such a guess.
"Okay, okay, I underestimate you." Hearing this, the old man's empty eyes showed a hint of anger: "Actually, you had made up your mind from the beginning to save these mortals, so why did you hesitate?
,It’s just to confuse me, right?”
His words were hoarse and his voice was very different from before. It didn't seem to come from his mouth, which made him sound extremely uncomfortable.
Because everything Song Zhishu did was indeed beyond the old man's expectations, and he was really angry at this moment.
All the magic weapons and even Taoist tools that were taken out previously were also taken back.
"It's the same. Everything you do is not to confuse me?"
Song Zhishu spoke with a calm expression, but the vigilance in his heart had been raised to the highest level, ready to respond to unexpected situations that might occur. He broke the other party's plan and made everything the other party had arranged before be in vain.
Therefore, the demon in front of you will definitely not give up and will definitely try harder to get it back, so you must be careful.
"Then I can't keep you any longer."
The old man spoke with a fierce tone, and the anger in his heart could no longer be endured.
Although this person is a Confucian scholar and is still in the realm of knowledge and practice, it is the first time that he has been teased like this, so how can he be willing to do so? And since he cannot gain strength from the other party, he can just kill him directly to vent his anger.
Then without any warning, the old man took a step forward, his aura surged, and his whole person exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
Buzz.
The next moment, black rays of light swept over, and the black mist surged out of the mountain forest.
Whether it was trees or flowers and plants, they began to wither. Even the gravel, under the shroud of black light, all changed. This power was very strange.
Opposite him, Song Zhishu immediately sensed the danger, and the remaining ten strands of awe-inspiring righteousness poured out from his body.
At the same time, he took out the high-grade spiritual jade that had been previously engraved in the storage bag and embedded it on the saint's sword body. He also directly sacrificed the sky thunder bottle to prepare for emergencies.
At this moment, he was facing a real demon, and it seemed that he was not weak at all.
Song Zhishu understood that at this time, he must not be careless and must do his best.
Awe-inspiring righteousness and pure Yang power emerged one after another.
This area was shrouded in light, and even the black mist was dispersed.
"snort."
The old man snorted coldly when he saw this, and slid his skinny hands, and the black light gathered together to form dozens of black sword blades, surrounding him, and the inexplicable and strange power surged out again.
boom.
In an instant, all the surrounding vegetation lost its vitality and quickly dried up.
And the dozens of black sword blades next to the ancestor also turned into black light one by one.
Song Zhishu did not hesitate and poured magic power into the body of the saint's sword. The sword's will surged and turned into invisible power, colliding with the black sword blade.
Bang bang bang!
In just one moment, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves.
Hundreds of giant trees nearby burst into pieces and turned into powder, and the mountain road at their feet was cracking inch by inch.
Song Zhishu is now in the late stage of foundation building, and his magic power is even more powerful. With the help of the Saint Sword Embryo, the power he displays has exceeded the limit of ordinary foundation building monks. As soon as he takes action, with the cold sword intent, all the people around him are killed.
Everything was destroyed.
But he discovered that under such a powerful force, the black sword blade did not move at all.
What's more important is that even the magic power that was attached to it was eroded and began to fade away.
"Is this the power of demons?"
Song Zhishu frowned, feeling that the demon's methods seemed to have natural restraint on mana. He would need several times the strength to resist, but even so, as time went by, the mana would still be dissipated by that force.
No wonder that after three wars, the major immortal sects still cannot completely wipe out the demons.
It's because his own strength is restrained. With the same strength, the monk is no match for the demon.
With his thoughts at this point, Song Zhishu mobilized the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body and once again poured it into the Saint Sword Embryo, while at the same time completely stimulating the pure Yang power in the jade.
Zhengzhengzheng!
The sword embryo of the saint made the sound of sword clanging.
The blade of the sword burst out with an incomparably bright light, like a scorching sun.
You Haoran Zhengqi, after encountering the power of the demon, felt like he had found prey and was fighting against it.
All of a sudden, this area was shaking continuously, the ground was cracking, cracks appeared, and boulders were constantly crumbling.
And in this process, Haoran's righteousness directly gained the upper hand, forcing back the power of the demon, especially the black sword blade, which was also being destroyed and became incomplete.
"How is it possible? Although Confucian righteousness restrains my power, the effect cannot be so great. Moreover, this talent is only in the state of knowledge and action. The Confucian righteousness in his body is not pure enough. How can he achieve this step?" Opposite, the old man felt that he
After his strength was constantly being wiped away, he suddenly became distracted.
It's not like I haven't dealt with Confucian scholars before. Even if Confucian righteousness is troublesome, it shouldn't reach this point.
Especially that special Confucian righteousness, as soon as it appeared, the old man felt suppressed.
The demonic power within the body simply cannot be unleashed.
"No, if this continues, when the backlash occurs, I will enter a weak state, let alone this person's opponent." The old man thought in his heart, his own strength was already damaged, but it was equivalent to the late stage of the human race's pill formation, and the person in front of him
However, by building a foundation, you can crush it. Even if it is difficult with Confucian methods, you will not be suppressed.
Especially if the opponent has just solved the situation he has set up, it will also have an impact on him, so he cannot delay it any longer at this moment, and must fight quickly.
Thinking of this, the old man finally became completely serious, and waves of black light emerged from his body again.
The previous ten black sword blades were also taken back and formed into a black long sword by him.
Chang Ge revealed strange powers. If you look closely, you can see that those powers formed into lumps of viscous liquid, which kept dripping on the ground, corroding the ground and turning it into black.
Seeing this, Zhishu Song did not dare to take it lightly. The sword embryo of the saint appeared in his hand, protecting himself with great righteousness.
"Destroy."
The next moment, the old man held the black Changge in his hand, then threw it out with a loud shout.
The black Changge turned into a bolt of lightning, which was very fast and headed towards Song Zhishu's eyebrows.
"Thunder."
Song Zhishu reacted in an instant, put away the Saint Sword Fetus, took out the Sky Thunder Bottle, and poured all the Haoran's righteousness and mana into it.
He knew that the black Tiange was the opponent's killer move and he had to deal with it with all his strength.
The sky thunder bottle was suspended in front of Song Zhishu, and the power of thunder and lightning continued to emerge, and at the same time, a blazing purple light bloomed.
Rumble!
From the mouth of the sky thunder bottle, a purple thunder dragon appeared. It was lifelike. It was only three inches in size at first, but soon it turned into three feet in size. It hovered around Song Zhishu and roared at the same time. The power of purple thunder spread wildly, and then
The thunder dragon rushed towards the black Changge.
The next moment, the two forces collided together, erupting with a deafening sound, and the night instantly turned into day.
Everything within ten feet of it was destroyed, and a huge hole appeared in the ground.
Fortunately, the three woodcutters were some distance away from the place where the battle was taking place, so Song Zhishu could now have no scruples, and this time, he also used all his strength, including the Sky Thunder Bottle, Haoran Zhengqi, and high-grade spiritual gems.
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The effect was beyond Song Zhishu's expectation. The powerful power of thunder was raging, and even if the monks entered in the early stages of foundation building, they would be severely damaged.
But at this moment, he discovered that even with all his strength, the black Chang Ge still showed no sign of retreating.
Haoran's righteousness is indeed destroying the power of demons emanating from the old man, but the opponent's power is too strong. His own Haoran's righteousness only has ten channels. Even with the assistance of the power of thunder and the power of pure Yang, he still cannot dispel it.
And as time went by, Song Zhishu felt that the mana in his body was rapidly depleting.
If this continues, once all the mana is used up, all we can do is sit back and wait for death.
"The power of demons is really the nemesis of monks."
Song Zhishu felt heavy, knowing that he could not hold on for long, even if he used the magic power in the Confucian White Lotus, it would not be very effective, because what he was facing now was not a monk, but a demon.
He could clearly foresee that if he were just an ordinary monk without the Confucian righteousness of a scholar, he would definitely be suppressed by demons throughout the process.
No wonder when I first asked Master Gu Yun, even if there were nine Mahayana monks, the winning rate was less than 50%.
Only Confucian saints can turn the situation around.
Because of the power of scholars, they can naturally restrain the power of demons.
Song Zhishu didn't know the specific reason before, but from today's battle with the old man, he can see the big picture from a small perspective. More importantly, he still doesn't know what type of monster the monster in front of him is.
Buzz.
While Song Zhishu was thinking, the mana in his body was also being consumed rapidly.
The original dozen or so righteousness were also consumed in the process of destroying the power of demons, leaving only five.
Song Zhishu was a little anxious, but because he had been cultivating himself for many years, he did not panic and could calm down and think of a solution.
It's just that all the means that should be used have been exhausted, and he has no other trump cards to deal with the monster.
"what to do?"
Song Zhishu frowned and kept thinking in his mind.
But at this moment, he discovered that the demonic power on the black Changge was fading.
"Pfft~"
The demon opposite him suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The next moment, the black Changge disappeared completely, and the old man continued to retreat, his whole body was trembling, and he seemed to be in a state of collapse.
"Take action."
Song Zhishu didn't know what happened, but he knew this was an opportunity.
When the magic power was poured into the body again, Haoran's righteous energy poured into the thunder dragon.
roar.
The purple thunder dragon roared loudly, and then under the control of Song Zhishu, it headed straight for the old man.
Rumble.
A huge sound exploded, and all the surrounding black fog suddenly disappeared, and the old man was at the center of the explosion. The old man was in ragged clothes at this moment, and had no hands or feet, but the blood oozing from his wounds was not blood.
But it's a bunch of black liquid.
But at the next moment, black light surged from the old man's body, and all his injuries were restored to their original state, even his clothes.
It was enough to cause life-threatening injuries to low-level monks of the human race, and it was just repaired.
Seeing this, Song Zhishu was shocked.
Eighty percent of his strength has been consumed, and he will definitely not be able to bear it if he does it again.
Will he die here?
But soon, Song Zhishu discovered something was wrong. The aura on the other party's body seemed to become extremely weak.
Moreover, the old man did not take action, but just checked his physical condition. There was overwhelming anger in his chest. He looked at Song Zhishu with a pair of black eyes, with a terrifying killing intention in his eyes, and then slowly said: "Okay, okay, I will remember you."
Already."
After saying that, he turned around, his whole person turned into a black mist, and then completely disappeared from the place, as if he had never appeared before.
But the black liquid on the ground seemed to be squirming unconsciously, and it was still so weird.
"Leaving?"
Song Zhishu was puzzled and a little confused. The opponent clearly had the upper hand just now, so why did he suddenly fall into a weak state?
"Is it because I chose to save the three woodcutters before?" Song Zhishu thought. He had speculated before that the power of demons may come from the greed in people's hearts. As long as they follow the path, the other party can benefit.
, but it would be different if it were the other way around.
Because no matter whether they are monks or monsters, their own strength comes from this world. If human monks want to become stronger, they must continue to practice hard, absorb the spiritual energy of the world and stimulate their potential at the same time. Although monsters are different from this,
But obviously there is a price that needs to be paid, and this price may be that the demon failed to achieve its goal and was then backlashed.
In other words, demons inspire the greed of human monks, which is more like a gamble. If the gamble wins, everyone will be happy.
If you lose the bet, you won't even be able to get your money back, which is the root cause of the other party's sudden weakness.
Of course, all this is just Song Zhishu’s speculation.
But he felt that what he was thinking now might be the truth.
"No wonder it is said that scholars can restrain demons. In addition to Confucian righteousness, the most important thing is that scholars' hearts are more determined than ordinary monks. Even if they see what they want most, as long as they are firm in their true intentions, they can severely defeat demons."
Song Zhishu came to understand and had a clearer understanding of the demon's methods.
Of course, this is only for the old man's ability.
As for whether other demons are like this, Song Zhishu doesn't know, unless he can come into contact with more demons.
With his thoughts at this point, he took a deep breath to calm down. No matter what, today's crisis was finally over.
This is the first time that he has faced the demon directly. It can be said to be very dangerous. After all, it is an unknown existence. But also because of this time, Song Zhishu has a better understanding of the demon.
At least it is certain that the power of scholars is indeed inherently restrained against demons. If they face each other next time, they will be more prepared and confident.
"I wonder if the old man is the culprit behind the disappearance of the villagers in Luojiazhuang and several nearby villages? No, there are also the three woodcutters?" Song Zhishu thought of the purpose of this mission, but soon came back to his senses.
We just saved three mortals, can't we just learn more about them directly?
It was still night at this moment, but it looked like it was almost dawn, and after the demon left, all the black mist disappeared.
Therefore, Song Zhishu no longer has to worry about being trapped in one place and can move freely.
At that moment, he came to the three woodcutters and after a brief inspection, he found that these people had just fainted and were not injured. They did not have any demonic aura on their bodies, but they were just a little weak.
Immediately, Song Zhishu waved his hand, and three rays of mana were injected into the three people's bodies.
Not long after, the three of them woke up.
But their eyes were full of confusion, as if they didn't know why they were here.
Song Zhishu didn't say much, he just asked what happened to the three people.
The three of them seemed to be able to tell that Song Zhishu was a practitioner, and they did not dare to hide it at the moment.
But after listening to several people’s explanations.
He was disappointed.
According to what the three of them said, they were all from Luojiazhuang, and this mountain was where they collected firewood, so they were very familiar with it.
As for why they appeared here, the three of them didn't know. They only remembered that they were groggy after falling asleep one day, but they had no memory of the process. As for where the other villagers were, Song Zhishu didn't get the answer, whether they were alive or dead.
Don't know.
"Forget it, you guys should rest for a while first."
Regarding this, Song Zhishu was a little helpless, knowing that this was the devil's method, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Since it is almost dawn and the people here are very familiar, there is no danger.
After letting everyone rest, he left and went straight to Luojiazhuang.
Because Song Zhishu didn't know whether Lin Cheng and others had encountered demons, they had to go and have a look as soon as possible, and maybe they could discover something new.
But before that, he collected the black liquid left on the old man's body and used things to seal off the city.
In order to prevent accidents from happening, Haoran's righteousness was also used to suppress them.
At the same time, inside Luojiazhuang.
Chen Jingyun and other nine people gathered together, still at the original place, but everyone looked anxious.
"Now Mr. Song doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, what should we do?"
"Fellow Daoist Song is a Confucian scholar. Even if he encounters a demon, he can turn evil into good fortune and nothing will happen to him."
"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst. The monster's methods are very weird. It can cut off the connection between all of us. I think it is definitely not an ordinary monster. If it doesn't work, we will return to the city and report to the city lord's palace."
Lin Cheng and others spoke. They encountered the same situation as yesterday, trapped somewhere by the black mist.
After the black fog dissipated, I originally thought there would be no danger, but in the end I found that Song Zhishu was missing. I started looking for him one by one, but in the end there was no result.
Therefore, everyone speculated that the demon must have taken action against Song Zhishu. Now that the black fog has cleared and no one can be seen, something must have happened.
Chen Jingyun even said that the matter might not be resolved, and after calming down, he thought he should report it back to the city lord's palace.
Then ask the city lord's palace to send strong men.
This is undoubtedly a correct decision, because among everyone, Song Zhishu is the strongest, and now even the other party's life and death are unknown. There is no point in them staying any longer. Anyway, this place is not far from Qingzhou City, and it doesn't take much time to get there.
In this regard, Lin Cheng and others remained silent. After all, they could not accept leaving Song Zhishu behind like this.
Back in Yunhua Mountain, if the other party hadn't taken action, he might have been hiding in the monster's mouth.
But now, they really have no better way.
"I know what you are thinking. Mr. Song has not only saved you, but also saved me. I am also worried, but now can you find a better way? Ask the strong people in the city to take action, and maybe rescue Mr. Song.
opportunity.”
Chen Jingyun naturally didn't want to leave directly, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. The demon's methods were too strong, and he was afraid that he would no longer be an ordinary evil demon.
"Actually, I think fellow Taoists don't need to worry. Mr. Song has his own destiny and everything will be fine."
At this time, Yuan Ming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
His voice was not loud, but also filled with uncertainty.
But I knew in my heart that if Song Zhishu encountered the same situation as himself, nothing would happen unless the other party made a different choice.
Just is that possible?
Although Mr. Song is a true Confucian scholar, the temptation is really too great.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, what do you mean?" Chen Jingyun turned his head, doubts appeared in his eyes, and his tone became serious: "Why are you sure that Mr. Song will be fine? Or do you know something?"
In fact, since yesterday, he also noticed that something was wrong with the other party, but he didn't think much about it, thinking that he was too nervous.
After all, no one has ever encountered that kind of situation, and I have just calmed down a little because I have been studying for several years.
But today, something was wrong with the other party from the beginning. It was so weird.
In addition, the matter involved Zhishu Song, Chen Jingyun couldn't help it, and his words also had the flavor of questioning.
"I'm just guessing." Yuan Ming looked at the former's serious eyes and lowered his head immediately. He had no way to explain, and he didn't have the shame to explain. There was no way he could say that he had also encountered a demon and exchanged a baby's life for one.
A whole set of magic weapons, right?
From last night to now, Yuan Ming has been thinking about this incident, and the baby's cry cannot be left in his mind.
He was thinking, if he had been more determined at that time, would the baby not have died?
But in this way, he would miss out on all the magic weapons.
Yuan Ming didn't know what to do. He couldn't calm down. He wanted the child to live, but he also wanted those magic weapons. Unknowingly, everything that happened last night was hidden deep in his heart. He couldn't even calm down and practice.
arrive.
"Then why do you have such speculation?"
Chen Jingyun continued to speak, obviously not satisfied with the answer and wanted to ask the truth.
Others also looked over and saw what Yuan Ming seemed to be hiding.
"Mr. Chen, fellow Taoists."
But at this moment, a familiar voice appeared.
Everyone turned their heads, but when they saw the person coming, they suddenly showed joy.
"Mr. Song."
"Fellow Daoist Song, where have you been?"
"Fellow Daoist Song, are you okay?"
The person who came was none other than Song Zhishu, who had returned from Yu Jian. Hearing all the words of concern and seeing that everyone was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
He knew that after the black fog disappeared, everyone found that they were no longer sure to panic, but fortunately they were not far away.
"Mr. Song, what happened? Did you encounter a demon?"
Chen Jingyun came over and checked that Song Zhishu had no injuries but was a little weak and spoke immediately.
This mission was invited by him. If something happened to the other party, he would not be able to absolve himself of the blame. Especially since Chen Jingyun knew the identity of Song Zhishu and was a genius valued by the Wen Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was of extraordinary significance.
"good."
Song Zhishu nodded and continued: "But the demon has been repelled by me, and we are safe for the time being."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other. They stayed here for two nights and were trapped in the black mist for two nights, but they never saw the monster. But now, they heard that the monster was repelled. Naturally, one
Everyone is very curious.
As for Yuan Ming, he looked shocked. He didn't understand what Song Zhishu meant by repelling the demon.
"What kind of existence is that demon? Friends Daoist Song, have you seen it?"
"Yes, is this the black fog also caused by it?"
"Mr. Song, how did you do it? Several villagers disappeared. Was it the demon?"
"Don't ask any questions. Fellow Daoist Song has just come back and must have consumed a lot. Let Fellow Daoist Song rest first."
Lin Cheng and others spoke, wanting to know more about each other.
This is not only about curiosity about monsters, but also about this mission.
But some people think so.
The demon is not that easy to deal with, and he wants Song Zhishu to recover his strength first.
"The process is indeed somewhat dangerous. I will explain it to you in detail later."
After hearing this, Zhishu Song held up his hands and smiled slightly, saying that he would explain later. Then he turned his eyes to Yuan Ming and continued: "Fellow Taoist Yuan, can you take a step to speak?"
"Okay, okay." Yuan Ming was surprised at first when he heard this, but he did not refuse.
Then, the two walked side by side and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Mr. Chen, after Fellow Daoist Song came back, why did he first find Fellow Daoist Yuan?" Lin Cheng didn't understand this, but he had some guesses in his mind, but he wasn't sure, so he could only ask.
"Don't think too much, Mr. Song certainly has his reasons for doing this."
Chen Jingyun thought for a moment, but didn't say much.
He saw that there was something wrong with Yuan Ming, but there was nothing wrong with him, so he didn't know what was going on. However, Mr. Song was alone with this person, so it was naturally related to demons.
However, Chen Jingyun knew that this kind of thing should not be speculated randomly. When everyone forms a team, the most basic trust must be there.
On the other side, by the small river outside Luojiazhuang.
Song Zhishu and Yuan Ming stood side by side.
Neither of them spoke, they just looked ahead, as if they were waiting for the other person to speak.
In the end, Yuan Ming couldn't help it anymore and slightly cupped his hands: "I don't know why Mr. Song is looking for me alone."
In fact, he already knew in his heart, but he didn't want to say it out, so he asked, thinking that if the demon didn't tell his story, then no one would know about exchanging a baby's life for a set of magic weapons.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, there are some things that I didn't want to say at first, but when you and I first met, you called me sir, and as a gentleman, you should answer questions and guide people to do good, so I want to know, let's go
What happened on the first night?"
Song Zhishu did not expose it. Even though he guessed most of the situations, he still felt that it would be better to let the other party speak out for himself.
"Nothing happened to me."
Yuan Ming lowered his head and his voice was weak.
"It is indeed worthwhile for many people to exchange their lives for some magic weapons. It is human nature to make choices that are beneficial to oneself. But you said that you have read books for many years. I want to know, what are you doing now?
Do you feel at ease?"
Song Zhishu's voice was calm, without any emotion, as if he was talking to himself.
But these things shocked Yuan Ming.
Still know?
He was a little dazed, then looked at Zhishu Song and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Song, what's your choice?"
Yuan Ming was indeed suffering from that incident, but he wanted to know how Song Zhishu chose him. Can he really ignore those temptations?
"In today's world, there are countless mortals, and it is true that people die every day. We really can't stop it, but how many monks are not mortals before they practice? It is true that in the eyes of many people, the lives of mortals are nothing.
, death means death, but what is the meaning of our monks’ practice? To say that we protect the common people is indeed too far, but no matter what, we must keep a kind heart. If you read the book, you should be able to understand this better.
That makes sense, right?"
Song Zhishu did not directly answer the other party's words, but talked about some issues from a larger perspective.
Of course, he did not apply his own moral standards to others.
Because this is unrealistic.
Everyone's situation and experiences are different, and nothing can truly empathize with them.
Just like when the demon takes out the Taoist weapon,
Song Zhishu invited the other party to talk alone not to understand the truth, because he already knew the truth. He came here with Yuan Ming because he saw that the other party was actually suffering and had a conscience, otherwise he would not be in this state.
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As mentioned before, Yuan Ming called himself Sir when we first met, and Sir is to answer questions and guide people to do good.
"I"
Hearing these words, Yuan Ming was stunned and turned pale.
Indeed, he had a kind heart, otherwise he would have been so hesitant when faced with a choice. It was precisely because he knew what he should really do, but he made the opposite choice.
At this moment, Yuan Ming also knew what choice Song Zhishu made when facing the demon and temptation.
He thought of the baby who was only a few months old in the well.
I remembered that I chose to give up saving people for the sake of magic weapon and profit.
Yes, the man did not kill himself, but if we talk about it, what difference does it make?
Involuntarily, Yuan Ming fell into a trance, and the baby's cry sounded in his ears again, and he finally couldn't help it: "I was wrong, I was blinded by interests, I shouldn't have been like this, that was a child, a living child."
It’s my life, but I gave up on saving people.”
There was a cry in his voice, and although it had only been a day, it still lingered.
Now that Song Zhishu spoke, Yuan Ming's conscience was awakened, so at this moment he only felt regret, extremely regretful.
If he had to do it again, he would definitely make the right choice.
Not even the things in your hands are needed.
"No, actually it's not your fault."
Song Zhishu spoke up, looked at the other person, and spoke gently: "Everything you do is what a normal monk would choose. You don't have to be troubled by it all the time, and it's useless even if you regret it. Things have already happened, and you need to look forward.
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He already knew what Yuan Ming had gone through, and chose the latter between the baby and the magic weapon.
Is this wrong?
In fact, it is correct, at least when it comes to a normal person.
Besides, no one can make mistakes without being a sage. Song Zhishu’s words were just to relieve the depression in the other party’s heart.
Yuan Ming is not very talented and has no power or background. He has reached this point all by himself. More importantly, he also has a conscience in his heart. He is a qualified practitioner and may also be a qualified scholar in the future.
Song Zhishu did not want to condemn anything because he was not qualified and did not bother to do so.
I just don’t want to see a good person sink completely and lose his future because of inner suffering.
This is what he wants to do, and this is his true purpose.
In fact, it was also because of Yuan Ming that Song Zhishu realized a problem. Most monks, including himself, forgot one thing after becoming practitioners, that is, what they really want in their hearts, and they forgot that they also
I was once a mortal who ignored my inner conscience.
This shouldn't be the case.
And this is the fundamental reason why Song Zhishu must study. He must always remind himself to keep this conscience.
This is the most basic thing about being a human being, and it is also the biggest difference between humans and monsters.