Chapter six hundred and seventy third: righteousness and evil in the heart
The evil aura on Qingyang's body was so frightening that many monks could not bear it and were frightened to the point of falling back. Only the Xuanzhu could hold on. He looked up at Qingyang, and suddenly there was a hint of solemnity on his face. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha,
Qingyang, you are possessed!"
Qingyang had just experienced the blood demon sect's counterattack against the seven immortal sects, and he completely dismissed the so-called distinction between good and evil. Now he had experienced the death of Songhe Lao Dao. At the time when his mind was unstable, he shouted: "What?
Bullshit demons are not demons? As long as they are strong enough, won’t the Blood Demon Cult still be popular? As long as I can save my master, I don’t mind killing everyone in the world.”
Facing Qingyang who was full of evil spirits, Xuanzhu showed no fear and said: "Good and evil are in your heart. If you think killing us can save Master Songhe, then do it."
A stern look flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and he waved his palms to take action, but in the end he didn't make up his mind to kill the three monks because they deserved what they deserved. Killing the monk of Qinglong Temple was a bit far-fetched. Especially this Xuanzhu,
I have known him since childhood. During these years, my master lived in Qinglong Temple and was taken care of by Master Xuanzhu. It means that Xuanzhu has been fulfilling his filial piety in front of his master on his behalf all these years. If I kill him, wouldn't I be repaying kindness with enmity?
Thinking of this, Qingyang's movements slowed down, and he did not take this palm after all.
Seeing that Qingyang did not take action, Xuanzhu continued: "There is no strict distinction between good and evil. The right way can do evil things, and evil spirits can also do right things, so whether you are right or evil depends on your nature.
Xin. Master Songhe's emergence has happened in the past few days. He has already expected this. He has also told the monks of Qinglong Temple about his funeral. It has nothing to do with the gang of people coming to kill him. You killed Hu Xiaobei.
How can we continue to anger others when we have already taken revenge?"
Qingyang actually understood what Xuanzhu said. The death of master Songhe Laodao had something to do with Hu Xiaobei, but the relationship was not very big. He killed three of them, and the grudge was settled. If he killed others, he would
It's a bit exaggerated. The monks of Qinglong Temple are weak and have no ability to stop Hu Xiaobei who is in the middle stage of Qi Refining. It is far-fetched to say that they are willing to die without saving him, and there are more than a hundred people watching the fun outside. Strictly speaking, they are just waiting for death.
If we don’t save them, we can’t kill them all, right?
The reason why Qingyang was so angry just now was, on the one hand, because the demonic path had flourished recently and the seven immortal sects had been destroyed, and the depression in his heart could not be evacuated; on the other hand, he suddenly saw his dearest person die, and the inner demons were filled with grief.
If you are causing trouble, you will be unable to control yourself for a while.
After killing three people in a row, and with this period of buffering, the depression and grief in his heart were relieved a little. Qingyang's mind gradually returned to clarity, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly faded. He was not a murderous person.
, nor will he indulge himself in killing innocent people indiscriminately.
Seeing that Qingyang's condition was a little better, Xuanzhu took out a letter from his arms and said: "This is what Master Songhe put here for me a long time ago and asked me to give it to you."
Qingyang took the letter and looked at it. It was the handwriting of Master. Looking at the handwriting on it, it was obvious that it had been written for a long time and had been kept here in Xuanzhu. Qingyang tore the envelope open and saw that it read: "Qingyang Disciple
My son, I have recently felt that my end has come, and I am afraid I won’t live for a few more days. They say that the older I get, the more afraid I am of death, but I don’t care. If I can live a hundred years in this life, I will be satisfied. The most proud thing in my life is
I have made a good disciple. It is a pity that I cannot see you again before I leave. That’s fine. I will leave quietly and you will have nothing to worry about..."
Looking at the familiar handwriting and the kind words inside, the master's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of his eyes. Qingyang couldn't help but feel a sore nose and a trace of mist in his eyes.
Vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with a wretched expression coaxing a five or six-year-old child with a bunch of candied haws; vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with gray hair, bringing a little Taoist boy with him.
He cheated the world; vaguely, he seemed to see that the little Taoist priest gradually grew up, and the old Taoist priest with gray hair finally had the opportunity to leisurely enjoy life; vaguely, he seemed to see that the old Taoist priest was willing to take risks for
The disciple stole and pretended to be dead to avoid the detection of the immortal master; vaguely, he also saw a dying old Taoist standing on the edge of the mountain every day looking forward to the distance, but never got what he hoped for.
In the end, all the scenes disappeared, leaving only the soundless body on the chair in front of me, like dead wood. This time, the master was really dead, really left me, and he would never be seen again.
When he arrived, he was the only one left in the world.
In fact, Qingyang knows that master will have this day sooner or later. Old Taoist Songhe cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. He can only be a mortal in this life. Even if he achieves the ultimate of mortals, he will only have a life span of more than a hundred years. This scene before him is what will happen sooner or later.
It happened without any accident.
Before Qingyang came back this time, he had been psychologically prepared for this. He even thought that his master had passed away long ago. Unexpectedly, his master persisted until the moment before he came back. The only regret is that, by mistake, Master Songhe was still there.
Qingyang died before he came back, and Qingyang did not see him for the last time, so from this point of view, Hu Xiaobei and the other two deserved their death.
People cannot be resurrected, the past is over, and Qingyang cannot live in grief forever. Moreover, Songhe Lao Dao chose to hold on at the last moment and actively seek death, allowing Qingyang to completely cut off all thoughts and all worries.
, so as to feel at ease in cultivating.
How could Qingyang not appreciate the master's good intentions? Everything just showed his true feelings. He had practiced for decades, and he still had some self-control. He quickly adjusted his state and faced Xuanzhu.
The monk nodded and said, "Xuanzhu, thank you very much this time."
Then Qingyang didn't wait for Xuanzhu and others to speak, he bent down and picked up Songhe Laodao's body, and walked step by step outside the hall. The warriors outside the hall had seen Qingyang's method of flying from the sky before.
He also knew what happened in the main hall. When he saw Qingyang coming out of the main hall, no one dared to come forward and cause trouble. They just obediently moved out of the way.
Old Taoist Songhe died, and the men from the Tiger Gang who came to cause trouble were also killed. The incident was gone and there was no excitement left. Xuanzhu called the monks from Qinglong Temple and persuaded the warriors present to stand down.
The mountain finally restored the purity of the temple.
However, because of this incident, the image of Qinglong Temple in the surrounding arena became even higher. After the warriors who experienced this incident returned, they spread the word about everything that happened here, and gradually the spread became more and more outrageous.