brother is right

Chapter 73

Under this white light, the old man just looked back, his face became more miserable, and he murmured: "So what, it's good to last one more day, and it's also good."

Song Yin sighed softly: "Then when the time comes, all the villages you want to leave will become ghosts like your son, and in the end the villages will be empty, and you will get nothing."

After hearing this, the old man was even more saddened. He almost begged and looked at Song Yin, "Can you save them?"

Song Yin shook his head: "No, and I will destroy them so that they don't harm people anymore, don't ask why."

Bai Yan rose from his hand again, and instead of bombarding with his fists, he flicked that white flame towards the condensed ghost, and Bai Yan enveloped it, pressing the ghost to kneel directly, constantly falling inside Bai Yan. struggle.

Song Yin glanced at the ghost, and continued to say to the old man, "It's because I'm stronger than you."

"Just because you are stronger than me."

The old man muttered in a daze, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "Then how are you different from those bandits?"

"Yeah, I'm no different from those bandits. They all impose their own principles on others. Those who go against my way will be eliminated by me, and those who follow my way can prosper."

Song Yin admitted without any worries, and asked back: "Aren't you the same?"

"Yes, the old man is the same, otherwise, why would he keep accepting those jerky."

The old man glanced at the ghosts, then looked back at those half-human, half-ghosts who seemed to be fixed in shape, like puppets, just staring at this side.

"It's suffering"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he kowtowed to Song Yin again: "Since the Xian family is stronger than me, let's do it."

"it is good."

Bang!
Song Yin didn't say anything else, he held his five fingers, and the white flame that wrapped the ghost exploded directly, killing the ghost. In the remaining white flame, as the ghost disappeared, there seemed to be another tall shadow, facing the ghost. The village kowtows.

"My son."

The old man's eyes were blurred, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but the shadow disappeared instantly.

This time, the ghost did not condense into shape again.

The old man put down his hand tremblingly, and after a moment of silence, he asked again: "My immortal family, you keep saying that I am an evil way, so you can always conclude that you are a righteous way?"

"I do not know."

Song Yin said honestly: "I said you are an evil way, but you definitely don't think so. You incorporate human flesh and feed the villagers. The essence is to survive. To survive and survive is also the most reasonable thing in the world. So in your heart, you are the right way , I am evil."

"Similarly, when I kill ghosts, I will also destroy the non-human and non-ghost existences in your village, so that they will not harm people in the future, so in my heart, I am the right way and you are the evil way. But the only thing that is certain is"

Song Yin looked at the old man with extremely firm eyes: "The purpose of my Golden Immortal Sect is to help the world and save people, so I will always help the world and save people. Even if people in the world are like you, they regard me as a bandit and a demon."

The old man looked at Song Yin's burning eyes and smiled: "The immortal family has a clear mind, and I would like to congratulate the immortal family in advance. I hope that the immortal family can keep this heart. Don't be like the old man who obviously wanted to protect the village, but fell into the trap The villagers are neither human nor ghost."

"I will continue to do this, and I will also make your situation disappear in this world." Song Yin said.

The old man closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "The old man will go ahead."

As he said that, he tilted his body, fell to the ground, and gradually disappeared.

As his figure dissipated, the darkness surrounding the village was instantly emptied, and the light of the moon and stars shone from the sky, shining on the village, but before the light was completely scattered, the village disappeared, and those who were neither human nor ghost Existence, all disappear.

There are no buildings, no human habitation, and all that remains are wooden tombstones in the wilderness.

That village turned into a simple cemetery!

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng stared wide-eyed, looking around in disbelief.

Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth wide, pointed at these tombstones tremblingly, and said, "Master, brother, this, this, this."

Song Yin walked forward for a certain distance at this time, and looked towards the direction of the house they had stayed in. There was no tombstone there, only a dead bone.

"This ghost was not transformed by his son, but by the old man himself. I saw it when I opened my eyes."

The old man is a ghost?

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng were stunned for a while, and soon Wang Qizheng shouted: "Ah! That old man is gone!"

He remembered, just now senior brother was shining with white light, they all had shadows, but the old man had no shadow.

"But, senior brother, when you eliminated that ghost just now, that thing clearly turned into a human figure. When you eliminated that cloak, didn't that cloak also turn into a human figure?" Zhang Feixuan was puzzled.

"It's just a blindfold."

Song Yin walked towards the dead bone and said: "Ghosts are transformed by obsession. There is no wisdom. They just live according to obsession. You can't see it, but I have seen it. As soon as the ghost arrived at the entrance of the village, it knelt down and kowtowed." , and then took out a large amount of jerky, I guessed that his son should have done the same before, so I turned into a shadow and kowtowed to dispel his obsession."

The village is so dark, what can be seen clearly by the weak candlelight, only the same kind can see, and Song Yin's own eyes can see everything clearly.

"As for the ghost, whether it was those bandits who broke in and killed it all. Or it is true as the old man said, his son is protecting the village, and it is unknown."

Whether the people in this village starved to death, or whether the old man turned into a ghost after his death and gave birth to a group of ghosts to kill them is also unknown.

"Brother knew it was a ghost, why didn't you kill it immediately, why waste your lips on it." Zhang Feixuan asked curiously.

Song Yin walked up to the dead bone, stared at it for a while, and then set his eyes on a rotten vine next to it, where there were signs of rotten wild vegetable roots that were almost invisible.

"Yeah, I could have made this ghost disappear in the first place, so why bother so much? Because I don't want to."

"Thinking about this ghost, when I entered during the daytime, there were children telling me not to eat meat. Even ghosts have reason to do things, let alone human beings."

Song Yin said lightly: "Cultivating the Tao is also the truth. We must tell the truth to others and let people know what we are doing. But the truth is not based on imagination, it is obtained through experience in the world. Like this ghost How it is formed and what kind of obsession it has, we must understand and know, so that we can better understand what we are going to do, not only to inform the world, but also to clarify the truth."

With a flick of his hand, a hole appeared on the ground. He bent down and carefully lifted the dry bone, put it into the hole, and buried it again. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a tree not far away The dead wood decomposed automatically, and a wooden monument flew over.

He plunged the wooden tablet into the mound, and then turned to look at the two of them:
"Second Junior Brother, I once asked you if the morals of the world are not good, and you answered me that it's okay. But now it seems that it's okay...just not."

"The world I see now is too bitter, too sad, and too helpless. Like this dark night, it only smears people's eyes, so I will continue to encourage, sooner or later."

He waved his big sleeve again, and countless white flames flew out from his hands, landing on these wooden monuments. The white flames on the wooden monuments reflected the stars in the sky, illuminating the surrounding land brightly.

After he put one hand away, he stood in the little white flames, like the moon living in the starlight, but even more like the sun in the day, the night it reflected lost its color, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng stunned.

"When the night is dark."

(End of this chapter)