How to capture the system fairies as wives

"Yes. What is Tao?"

"What exactly is Tao?"

“Is there a way?”

At first it was just one or two people whispering.

Later, it was like the buzzing of cicadas, from low to high, gradually becoming noisier.

She looked at the people around her blankly, as if possessed, and kept repeating such meaningless words to herself.

Everyone's eyes were empty and gray, without a trace of life.

Qingying suddenly felt a little scared.

She subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but felt a big, broad hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry." This time, the voice rarely made people feel annoyed.

"You won't become like that."

Qingying looked up, and Chen Yin looked at everyone in the square with a long gaze.

"They..." She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Chen Yin just shook his head.

“They are almost lost.”

-

At nightfall, a crowd of mechanical people poured into the cave dwelling.

This time, Qingying saw, rarely, that among the Taoist couple, Huang Manlou did not go back to the house, but stood at the door.

He took a deep breath and slowly clasped his fists.

"Latecomer. This may be the last time I talk to you."

"Although I think that when you read this, you should have been the same as us."

"But...I still want to ask one question."

"What is Tao?"

Qingying looked at his sad and gloomy eyes and pursed her lips tightly.

"This problem has been bothering us for a month."

"It bothers us all the time, every second of the day and night."

"I think about it when I eat. I think about it when I sleep. I even think about it when I have sex with my wife."

"Now, we haven't had sex for half a month." He looked back into the house as if he had some feeling.

Through the window, I could vaguely see his wife Yu Manli. Her face was pale, her hair was dry, and she looked like she had suffered a serious illness. She was sitting on the bed with a dull look in her eyes.

"Manli is lost."

"...I should be there soon." Huang Manlou lowered his eyes in silence.

"I don't know if you can clearly understand the truth."

"If there comes a day like that, please take a look at our child. Her name is Huang Qingqing."

"Whether she is alive or dead...it will be a wish for us."

After saying this, he bowed deeply and returned to the house.

Qingying stared at his door in a trance for a long time before Chen Yin's voice rang out behind him:

"Huang Qingqing was an elder of the Merit Hall of the Shanhe Sect four hundred years ago. He had the highest level of cultivation and entered the Shangqing realm. He passed away three hundred years ago at the age of old age."

He walked to the front of the house and bowed gently: "Friend Huang Daoist, you can rest in peace now."

"Have you checked it out specifically?" Qingying couldn't help but ask.

Chen Yin's eyes were calm: "After all, this is something they entrusted to me."

"I don't understand. He clearly realized that if he continued to search, he might get lost. Why didn't he stop?"

"Because it's late."

As he spoke, Chen Yin slowly turned his head and said, "Once you start studying the Taoist scriptures, you are on a path of no return."

Either you get enlightenment or you get lost.

"He has a good character and can still maintain a little bit of rationality."

"But his wife is already lost," he said silently, "so there is no need for him to be awake."

Qingying heard the deep sadness in Chen Yin's words.

She suddenly understood.

Last time, Chen Yin should have been like this, watching these people get lost one after another.

...but there's nothing I can do.

"Is it true that once you start studying the Daoist scriptures, you can never stop?"

"Is there no way to make them stop?" Qingying asked without giving up.

Of course Chen Yin knew what she wanted to ask.

Qingying must have still held a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that her brother Achen might have somehow managed to come out of his confusion and not become like them.

But in the end, he just said slowly with a calm look:

"……Feel sorry."

"I do not know."

"I have no confidence that if I had studied the scriptures as seriously as they did from the beginning, I would have been able to stay awake."

"Besides, everything you see here has already happened."

He murmured to himself, "...I can't save anyone."

Qingying stared at him blankly for a long time before she gently lowered her head.

"……I see."

"Thank you."

Chen Yin shook his head: "You don't have to thank me."

"Even if you hadn't asked me, I would have brought you here."

"It has nothing to do with you. I just promised your brother Qingchen the same way I promised Huang Daoyou."

Qingying's eyes shook slightly: "Then Ah Chen... when did he get lost?"

"he is great."

Chen Yin stared into Qingying's eyes: "He is the last one to be lost."

"it is good."

"Then I will stay with Achen until the end." Qingying nodded silently.

(The tanking is over, and the third update will start tomorrow.)

One hundred and twenty-nine, one glance for a lifetime

What is lost?

I can't find the way, the direction, or myself. I'm lost.

A month seems like a node.

From that day on, all was silence, depression, misery and despair.

In the end, everything gradually turned into madness.

At first, it was the preaching square. Except for the long and steady voice of the Taoist, everyone was like robots that had lost power, with empty eyes and lowered heads.

Suddenly someone stood up and rushed towards the Taoist priest like crazy.

"Stop talking!"

"I do not understand!!"

"I just want you to tell me right now, what is Tao!!!"

"What on earth is Tao?"

He swung his sword wildly at the Taoist, but it passed through him lightly, as if it was slashing at the mist.

The Taoist priest continued speaking in a gentle voice with a smile on his face, as if he didn't see him, without even pausing.

The man stared blankly at the sword in his hand, then unwillingly stretched out his hand to pierce through the Taoist's body. After a while, a strange and shrill wailing was suddenly heard.

"No... not true!"

"It's all fake! It's all fake!"

"There is no Tao at all!"

Qingying was looking at him in astonishment, but saw Chen Yin gently reach out and cover her eyes.

"...Don't look." His voice was like clear pond water.

Qingying turned her head curiously, but before she could understand the silence on Chen Yin's face, heart-wrenching laughter was heard from the square.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Sha, hahaha hehe."

Along with it, there was an extremely strange sound, like the sharp teeth of a mouse gnawing on sawdust.

She was really curious about what had happened, but Chen Yin covered her eyes tightly, and Qingying could only move closer to him awkwardly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Qingying saw gushing blood splashing onto the ground in front of the Taoist.

At first it was just a few drops, and then it gradually flowed into a blood-red stream.

Qingying suddenly didn't want to watch it anymore.

What was even more terrifying was that the entire square was still completely silent. No one was disturbed by the mad man, and everyone kept their heads down and remained silent.

The Taoist's gentle preaching voice and the monk's crazy laughter, the two voices merged together in a strange and distorted way.

There is a suffocating feeling of oppression.

After half an hour, the laughter gradually weakened, became weak, and finally returned to silence.

Chen Yin then slowly let go of his hand and casually reminded him:

"Just take a look. It will be gone soon."

Qingying did as he said and looked down at the Taoist's feet.

She swore that even in the secret door, she had seen the most extreme and cruel executions.

It was definitely not as disgusting as it is today.

The body lying on the ground was no longer a human figure.

Like an animal being dissected, the flesh was torn apart in the middle, and the skeleton seemed to have its own intelligence and broke free from the skin. It lay on the side.

The torn skin was covered in blood and flesh, and there was still some flesh residue on the teeth of the skeleton nearby.

Qingying seemed to understand what had just happened.

Almost instinctively, she turned her head away and vomited, her stomach churning.

After vomiting all over the place, a thin arm came over with a pot of water.

Qingying raised her head with a pale face and said softly: "...Thank you."

"Thank you."

Chen Yin turned his head and said, "You may have to watch this kind of scene for many more days."

Qingying widened her eyes in horror.

"If you can't bear it, you can close your eyes."