The young man glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "I didn't want to kill, but you came to provoke me? You all have a bloody and violent aura on you, which can only come after killing people and overselling goods." I'll take care of this idle matter, and it can be regarded as a merit. With that, he suddenly shouted.

He opened his mouth to shout, but it wasn't a "hey, ha" or something like that. Han Yiming couldn't hear the slightest sound, but the sound in his mind was endless, and his eyes were dim, and it seemed that even the sky had dimmed. After a moment, my eyes lit up. It was still sunny, the mountains were green, and he was standing in place.

But the dozen or so men around him all twitched their hands and feet, their eyes rolled white, they trembled for a while, their faces turned black, and their seven orifices were bleeding, and they fell down one after another. Han Yiming was stunned, could speak, and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi. He didn't even look at the situation in front of him, and he didn't seem to care. After a while, the bodies of the men who fell to the ground slowly shrank. They were burly in shape, but suddenly they were much more shriveled and their clothes became empty. As far as the eye could see, it seemed that there were some shabby clothes, pants, shoes and socks scattered on the ground, and the men had shrunk into a small ball, just a protrusion of one of the clothes.

Han Yiming was stunned for a while, shocked and frightened, his teeth trembled, his body trembled, and he looked at the young man. The young man's face was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were clear and his eyes were beautiful, and he was indescribably handsome. What he did was so terrible, even more terrible than those dozen men. Han Yiming and the young man were originally standing on their own sides, but he was scared in his heart, and unconsciously quietly retreated a few steps back. The young man in Tsing Yi said, "What are you afraid of? They are wicked people, and they should have died a long time ago." Didn't they almost hurt you?" Han Yiming said: "But, however, they have not been able to harm me, and punishing them does not require their lives." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi laughed "ha", slapped his hands, the clothes, shoes and socks on the ground were not in the ground, and there was no trace, he glanced at Han Yiming, and said: "The tiger wolf is still talking about cause and effect. Your kindness is too ......" suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, frowned, turned his head and reached out to grab it. Han Yiming only felt that his arm was pulled by something, and the force was so strong that he couldn't help himself, his feet left the ground, and he pounced on him. The young man grabbed his arm and fell backwards, and Han Yiming couldn't help but open his mouth to scream.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground and fall into disgrace. I couldn't help but grit my teeth and close my eyes. When the body touched the ground, it was very soft, as if it had been poured into water. As soon as his body touched the ground, he slowly disappeared. It was not hard dirt and rocks, and I couldn't focus on it, so I wanted to get up with my hands, but I fell deeper. Then it was dark, and I couldn't see anything.

It seemed to be only for a moment, and the eyes lit up, and the body was erected. Han Yiming could see clearly that he had actually emerged from the ground. The young man stood in front of him, looking at him carefully.

Goodbye to the young man in Tsing Yi, Han Yiming was already covered in cold sweat. Although this person is gentle and elegant, similar to his age, in his eyes, it is indescribably terrifying. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to him, not only did his body tremble, but even his teeth made a "yes" sound. The boy didn't speak, but just looked him up and down with a pair of eyes.

After waiting for a while, I saw that he didn't move, but he relaxed a little. The young man in Tsing Yi suddenly said: "You don't have to be afraid, killing them is my merit." They were all deeply guilty men, burdened with blood, and their deaths were not spared. It is better to end them and to suffer fewer people, than to save people's lives. If they are let go back, it is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and the unlucky ones are still defenseless. Okay, let me ask you, have you never argued with others in your life?" Han Yiming was stunned for a long time, what he said made sense, his heart was slightly relieved, but he still sighed.

He was first apprehensive, then shocked by the young man's actions, and nervous to the extreme. At this time, his heart was relieved, and his feet couldn't help but soften, and he collapsed to the ground. The young man shook his head slightly, stretched out his right hand, and gently hooked his index finger at him, Han Yiming's body shook twice, his legs stiffened and paralyzed, and he actually stood still. The young man sighed, "You don't have to be so frightened, I have no ill intentions towards you. I'm just asking you, have you never quarreled with anyone?" Han Yiming settled down and said, "Yes." ”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. The boy glanced at him, and with a flick of his right index finger to his lips, a "yes" rolled out of his mouth. The young man nodded and said, "You haven't fought with anyone either?" Han Yiming nodded.

The young man was puzzled and said, "You have never quarreled, quarreled, or been angry, it is hard to imagine. You are not a master of Taoism, how can you do this?" Han Yiming heard him say two words, and half of his fear was gone, and said, "What is there to quarrel about?" The young man nodded slightly and said, "Yes." The young man said, "Don't you resent others?" Han Yiming sighed and nodded again.

The young man said: "They hurt your family, but you don't hate them, why is this?" Han Yiming said: "They must also have unspeakable hardships, so they have to do it." Who doesn't want to live a stable life? They have not been able to live in peace, and they are worried and hiding in Tibet, which is the karmic retribution mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures. But they have all returned to the underworld, and it is useless to hate them. If they want to have money, as long as they talk about it, their father will not be stingy if he can do it. Wouldn't everyone be happy that they would take it back and live well, and that I could go home with my father?" When the young man heard this, he sighed and said, "You are right, but things will never be as you think. ”

Han Yiming shed tears for a while, and then heard the young man say, "You raise your hand and let me see." Han Yiming raised his left hand, and the young man shook his head and said, "It's the right hand." He wiped away his tears and spread out the palm of his right hand, only to see that the petal-like white spot in the palm of his palm had faded, and the center revealed the color of his skin. It's just that a white line on the edge still retains the appearance of petals.

The boy smiled and blew into his palm. Han Yiming only felt that his palm was hot, and it itched, as if a small insect was crawling through. He bent his fingers back, clenched them into a fist, and pressed them a few times in the palm of his hand. Spread out the palm of his hand again, and suddenly his palm was light, and a hollow petal floated up from his palm. The young man smiled: "White Sakura has grown again. He also stretched out his right hand and tapped on the hollow petals, which were already a little dim, and when he touched his fingers, they were dazzlingly white. The edges of the petals also converged inward, becoming the same as when the woman handed them over.

When the petal became full, a black dot appeared in the center, which expanded in all directions and became the hollow petal that had been before. The boy nodded, raised his right hand and shook it. Han Yiming involuntarily followed him, raised his right hand, walked towards the petals, and shook them hard, holding the petals in the palm of his hand.