I spent the rest of my life looking at the people in the portrait.
The face of the person in the painting is clean and unremarkable, and his eyes are not sharp or fierce.
If it hadn't been for the portrait, I would have never thought of him as a criminal.
After the man went upstairs for a long time, the sharks lined up and jumped upstairs.
"By the way, you came from Yangzhou, how is Zhaixing Tower doing now?" Yu Sheng put the portrait away and raised his head to ask Zhou Jiufeng.
Compared to an inn, Zhaixinglou does big business. If you leave for a few months, you will certainly have to take care of it for the rest of your life.
Zhou Jiufeng, Ye Zigao and the others looked at each other. Bai Gaoxing took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Yu Sheng, "Mother Meng left a letter and left."
Yu Sheng accepted it doubtfully. The letter roughly stated that Yu Sheng was in love with the beauty and had become the leader of the Eastern Wasteland Alliance. For the time being, he had no other wishes that could not be fulfilled.
As for her, she now knows that the person she offended was King Donghuang, who was trapped in the wine jar for more than thirty years and has been punished.
"It's been a hundred years since I left the ghost town. I miss it very much. I want to go back and see it." In the letter, Po Meng said sincerely.
Yu Sheng put down the paper and said, "Since Po Meng wants to go back and have a look, we don't have to stop her."
"She's going to go down the same old path..." Bai Gaoxing was about to ask when he saw Yu Sheng clasping his hands together and making a wish again.
"Meng Po is not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately; Meng Po is not allowed to commit unjust acts; on the basis of satisfying the first two wishes, I hope she will no longer be bound by any wishes." Yu Sheng said.
The voice was so soft that only a few people present in the lobby could hear it, but Po Meng, who was thousands of miles away, was suddenly startled.
"Saint, saint." The believers who were crouching under Meng Po and listening devoutly to Meng Po's teachings heard the saint stop, raised their heads and called her in surprise.
"Oh", Po Meng came back to her senses and looked down at the believers at her feet, "Only with unyielding character and unwavering faith can we reach the other side."
The words "unjust acts" for the rest of her life flashed through her mind, and she calmed down before continuing to speak.
"On the other side, the wind will not blow, the rain will not invade, the monsters will not be hurt again, and they will even get rid of reincarnation and become eternal."
"Things in the world are impermanent, everything is suffering, any leakage is suffering, and cessation is happiness." She patted the shoulder of the person at her feet three times, "Have you let it go?"
"No," the believer said, "I miss everything in this life crazily."
"Very good." Mrs. Meng nodded. If you let go, that would be the way of Buddhism, but the ghost way is about not letting go.
Only when you can't let go, do you miss this life. Only when you can't let go, do you choose the eternal way of being a ghost.
Otherwise, how could there be such a saying in the world that even if you are a ghost, you will not be spared?
"Now that you have decided, go ahead boldly." Po Meng passed him by and walked to the entrance of the cave.
A skeleton stood behind her, covered in a robe, covering the body that was full of skeletons.
There is a bamboo hat covering the skull, and there are long swords on each side of the waist. Standing behind Po Meng is quite imposing.
The cave is on the hillside, with intertwined canines. As soon as we walked to the entrance of the cave, a gust of wind blew up, blowing up Po Meng's hair and the skeleton's robe.
"What do you think is justice?" Po Meng put her hands behind her back, looked at the wilderness in the distance, and asked the skeleton behind her.
The skeleton paused for a moment, then finally lowered his head, "I don't know." Unexpectedly, it was the voice of an old woman.
Po Meng smiled and said, "How could you not know that almost all living beings want justice? How could you not know what justice is?"
Encouraged by Po Meng, the skull spoke again, "For individuals, what is in the interests of the people is justice, and for the collective, what is in the interests of the majority is justice."
"No, no, no, do you remember this saying, 'Justice will definitely defeat evil.'" Po Meng looked back at the skeleton.
"In other words, as long as you are on the winning side, you are just." Po Meng turned her head away again.
"The son of King Donghuang." Po Meng laughed it off, but there was nostalgia, envy, jealousy, and ridicule in it.
Being born as a son of God, he can spend his life without any worries. He will never understand the suffering of sentient beings, nor will he understand the responsibility that he is born with.
For him, the so-called justice is just a shackle for the weak to kidnap him; for Meng Po, justice is a victory that is in the interests of all mankind.
But that's fine too.
At least when she was walking in the wilderness, experiencing life and death, and suffering, she knew that there was a place that was as warm as spring even in winter.
"Has there been any news from the witch academy recently?" Po Meng asked after coming back to her senses.
"No, they are still looking for the ghost article you want." The skeleton said.
"I can't wait any longer, so let them exchange the first piece of turtle shell." She turned her head and glanced at the city on the horizon, "We will leave Yangzhou City immediately."
"Then your restraints..."
"There's no rush at the moment." Po Meng didn't tell the truth.
The skeleton responded yes and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Look for the sword bone." Po Meng sneered: "If the sword bone of the son of a saint is taken away by God, then what else can't be taken away by God?"
After careful consideration, the skeleton said: "I wonder if the saint has ever heard of an organization called the 'God Killers'?"
"God Killer?" Po Meng turned around and looked at the skeleton in confusion. Of course she had heard of this name, but what the hell was the organization?
"An organization emerged in the Central Plains. Its mission is to kill gods and restore the glory of saints. I also accidentally learned about it when I went south." The skeleton continued.
"They are also thinking about sword bones, and..." The skeleton looked around cautiously.
"And what?"
"They know how to get the sword intention in the sword bones." The skeleton lowered his voice.
Po Meng was startled, this was beyond her expectation. As for the appearance of the God Killer, he was not surprised. Letting the gods bleed was the dream of many people in the Central Plains.
Don’t think that the need for many slaves in the Central Plains is just human beings. In fact, it is God who needs servants and slaves the most.
"If they really have the ability to make gods bleed, I would like to do a business with them," said Po Meng.
As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound came from the cave. The skeleton turned around and saw that the believer had fallen to the ground, with blood flowing all over the ground.
Po Meng waved her hand, and the skeleton turned around and walked over to pull out a soul from the corpse. The white bones shone slightly, allowing the confused soul to settle down.
Pulling the soul to the front of Po Meng, the still ethereal and weak ghost half-knelt in front of Po Meng, the "ghost saint", he lowered his head and listened to Po Meng's teachings.
"Don't do evil, don't succumb to the witch house, and don't stand by and watch evil being done." Po Meng patted the ghost's shoulder three times, and the soul became clearer with each stroke.
"Disciple, please remember this." The ghost raised his head and looked at Po Meng with a worried look in his eyes, "I wonder if I can follow the saint..."
Po Meng turned around and said without any doubt: "The cultivation method has been passed on to you, you can go."
"I..." The ghost raised his head and finally left amid Po Meng's firm back.
The skeleton was very strange, "Sage, we are short of manpower now. You also said that he is a talent that can be made, why don't you keep him?"
"You also heard that he has a lot of nostalgia for this life, so he became a ghost."
"What we are looking for is someone who is determined to save people from fire and water, and is willing to sacrifice his life for this." Po Meng said, looking at the ghost's back.
It is difficult to disobey the Tao. Once you run counter to the Tao, the result will be either a waste of effort or going astray.
After being quiet for a while, the skeleton suddenly said: "Sage, have you ever thought about bringing in the son of King Donghuang?"
She knew that Po Meng had interacted with the son of King Donghuang before, and the friendship was very deep.
Po Meng turned around, her fierce light revealed, her eyes were like knives, making her skeleton feel like it had fallen into an ice cave.
As a skeleton, she hasn't felt this way for many years.
She was so frightened that she shrank back, but she still said: "I, I, of course, I don't want him to become a ghost, but as long as he helps his ambition to become a saint, he will be better than our ten-year effort."