brother is right

Chapter 40 God doesn't care, I care!
Listening to Zhang Feixuan's words, Song Yin smashed the remaining wooden piles with another punch, and immediately changed his hands, and those broken logs turned into wooden sticks, which were automatically connected by Song Yin's big hand.

With another wave, those wooden strips flew into the wooden roof and were stacked neatly.

"ghost?"

"Yes, brother, that is the 'ghost' among demons and goblins."

There was no need for Song Yin to shout, Zhang Feixuan pinched a Dharma seal knowingly, and raised those wooden sticks into flames, turning them into bonfires.

Then he asked strangely: "Senior brother, don't you know?"

"I was born as a savage, and I have never heard of those things. Junior brother is well-informed, so you can tell me about it." Song Yin said.

What savages don't even know about ghosts and ghosts
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips, and continued: "Brother, we have seen this monster before, and the 'mountain ghost' is a monster. The monster has no shape, no color, no form, and it is difficult to encounter and entangle."

"what?!"

Wang Qizheng, who put the animal into the wooden roof, exclaimed: "You met a mountain ghost? Are you still alive?!"

But he thought again, oh. With the senior brother here, it's all right.

Zhang Feixuan cupped his hands towards Song Yin, and said with a smile: "It's all my senior brother's miracles that saved our lives."

Song Yin waved his hand: "Sooner or later, those demons will be killed, so as not to harm people."

Find it first and then talk.
The corners of Zhang Feixuan's mouth twitched, and he continued: "Demons, most of us cultivators have become demons, changed our bodies, and took people's lives to destroy Taoism."

"Ghosts, mostly because of lingering grievances, their souls turn into ghosts, and some people become too obsessed and turn into ghosts."

"It's weird, it's just that things in the world are perfect, and with basic sanity, most of them are harmful."

"The 'Phisang' is a ghost. If you don't stop it and let it develop, it will find living people nearby, take their lives, and let them turn into 'Phisang' together."

"When the number is enough, this ghost will become a 'funeral', playing gongs and drums, playing dirge music, carrying the coffin around, and continuing to kill people until the corpses are condensed in the coffin, it will be buried and become' Big Tomb'."

Zhang Feixuan seemed to have thought of something, showing a trace of fear, and said: "When the 'big tomb' takes shape, it will not be a simple ghost, but a ghost. One side of the world will become a ghost, and then it will be impossible to stop it." .”

Song Yin was thoughtful: "So that's the case. Is it a ghost? This is what happened in the outside world?"

"Yes, it's all from the outside world." Zhang Feixuan replied.

Their Golden Immortal Sect is hidden in the Sumeru veins, and it's not just as simple as encircling and suppressing the righteous way. Their small sect and sect really can't bear the worldly morals of the outside world.

"It's no wonder the master chooses the Sumeru Vein. We are a small family, and we really want to draw it slowly, but..."

Song Yin clenched his fists and said firmly: "With me now, I won't be so slow. I will make all these demons and heretics disappear, and let the righteous glory of Jinxianmen be revealed to the world!"

"Brother is right."

Regarding this, Zhang Feixuan had nothing to say except to agree with him.

"correct."

Song Yin suddenly took out the two inkstones and said, "I saw that you looked different before, do you know this thing?"

"this."

Zhang Feixuan looked at the two inkstones, hesitated for a while, nodded and said: "This is Feishizhai's handwriting."

Wang Qizheng also came over at this time, and suddenly said: "Feishizhai? Oh, no wonder there are stones."

"I want to ask you this, where did you 'save' these people from?" Zhang Feixuan glanced at him, biting the word 'save' very hard.

"I'll take the dregs I encountered on the road with me." Wang Qizheng said indifferently.

"Residue?"

Song Yinchao looked at Wang Qizheng, frowned and said, "What is the residue, and what kind of evil is Feishizhai?"

Zhang Feixuan was sweating, but Wang Qizheng didn't notice it, and was a little surprised: "Ah? Why is Feishizhai an evil way? Feishizhai is."

"It's the way of magic! Senior brother, that's the way of great magic!"

Before Wang Qi could finish his sentence, Zhang Feixuan said first: "This Feishizhai attracts talent and aura, and making it into a stele with stone carvings is a real way of great magic!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yin's eyes shone with divine light, and he glanced at those mortals.

As far as the eyes can see, except for the normal young man, the rest of the people are more or less numb, or less agile, it seems that they have lost their sanity, like idiots.

Song Yin took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Continue!"

"Feishizhai absorbs the aura of people. Once the aura is absorbed, people will gradually become confused and become puppets who only know how to eat and drink. When the aura is drained, they will become stone monuments and stone carvings. At that time, they will paint and write on it. Become a forest of steles to watch and admire."

Zhang Feixuan lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look directly into Song Yin's eyes.

"so."

Song Yin's voice was low: "Those who have been absorbed are called 'residues'?"

Zhang Feixuan clasped his hands, "Senior brother. His eyes are like torches."

Song Yin suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Are the people who are protected by the sect at the foot of the mountain also scum?"

"Yes"

Zhang Feixuan's head was even lower, "But I don't know which school it is."

Song Yin looked at the inkstone in his hand, groped around his waist, took off the jade pendant of Qinglian Yuanmu that he had been wearing all the time, looked around for a while, and finally closed his eyes, "Is it an offering?"

He understood where the wail of life and soul on the demon girl on the mountain gate came from.

He understood why those people on the mountain before were afraid when they asked him for offerings.

They regard their own Golden Immortal Sect as an evil way!
Song Yin opened his eyes, strode away, walked into the wooden roof, and faced the group of people who only dared to lean against the corner of the campfire.

The tall figure stood in front of the bonfire, and a shadow was cast by the flames, covering the group of people.

Of these people, only two or three raised their heads, but only the normal-looking young man had the most vivid eyes, while the rest curled up subconsciously, with a little fear, and even the elderly man, who didn't respond, just Sitting in a daze.

After staring at them for a while, Song Yin suddenly stretched out his hand, bursting out with white air, and wrapped them around them.

Seeing the white gas appear, Zhang Feixuan's calf softened, and Wang Qizheng's foot even made a footprint on the ground, as if he wanted to escape.

what happened? !
Brother is going to kill someone? !
Did he find out that something was wrong, after killing the mortals, it was their turn? !
It's just that the appearance of the white gas didn't make these mortals melt and disintegrate. Even in the white gas, those with numb eyes had a little more agility.

"I am Song Yin, the chief disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect!!"

Song Yin drank suddenly, like thunder from the sky, the sound was as if it was breathtaking, making everyone raise their heads, or look at him in confusion or doubt.

"I have the talent of a great immortal, this is my Dao breath, although I can't save you from the fire and water, but you have also seen that I have the ability!"

"Since I rescued you, I will definitely keep you safe. From now on, none of you will die, absolutely not! The master said that the purpose of Jinxianmen is to subdue demons and eliminate demons, save the world and save people! We are alchemy, and we are good at Help the world and save people! Even if I search all the medicinal materials in the world, I will cure you!"

Song Yin gritted his teeth and made an extremely firm voice: "Don't be afraid, don't give up! Remember! Even if everyone gives up on you, I, Jinxianmen, won't!"

"The gods don't care, I care!"

"God doesn't care, I care!"

"Even if all the demons, goblins, evil spirits and heretics in the world want you to die, I will clean up those things and give you a clear world!"

Song Yin pointed at the sky and roared: "As long as I, Song Yin, don't die for a day! I'll just poke a hole in the sky! I'll take care of you forever and ever!!!"

Boom! !
The gloomy sky thundered loudly, brightening the surrounding area brightly, and a trace of water droplets fell on the ground, expanding rapidly, causing the surrounding area to clatter.

It's raining.
(End of this chapter)