Hearing this, he saw that Xiaolan's black and blue grimace was full of sad looks, but for her request, Forget Worry didn't dare to accept it at will, and under the struggle in his heart, he had to turn around helplessly, stretched out his hand to stir the fire, pretending to be indifferent, and scolded in a cold and deep voice;

"Okay, you are a wandering ghost who has to inch inch, you are really insatiable, you must know that if it weren't for the poor way to pity you as a miserable soul, you would have been overtaken and even killed, and now you are left to do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the yang world, it is already an extrajudicial grace, you don't want to destroy the opportunity in front of you!"

After forgetting the words against his will, he picked up the warm barbecue, reached out and tore off a piece and put it in his mouth, he could no longer eat the familiar taste of the past, I don't know if it was because he fed the essence of the barbecue to Xiaolan, he chewed tastelessly, like chewing wax, and suddenly wanted to drink;

"Forget the worries of the Great Immortal! I'm sorry! I know it's wrong! You are right about the lesson, this matter is Xiaolan confused for a while, please forget the worries of the Great Immortal, you forgive me for my ignorance, Xiaolan is here, to forget the worries of the Great Immortal, kowtow to make amends!"

Xiaolan said in her mouth, her body had already knelt down, her forehead touched the cold ground, her thoughts were chaotic and complicated, the cognition of good and evil began to struggle, entangled with each other to unbridled chaos, and the beautiful illusions of doing good and accumulating virtue all turned into confusion at this moment, but no one gave her an answer;

"Get up! In the future, you are not allowed to kneel down to the poor road again, and you are not allowed to call the poor road a great immortal, and call the poor road number!"

Forgetting his worries, he stretched out his hand backwards, and with a twist of his hand, the mysterious sound wave turned into an invisible and qualitative hand, forcibly helped Xiaolan who was kneeling on the ground to his feet, and ordered in a cold and domineering tone, because he felt ashamed, and his heart struggled between the entrance oath and kindness and blood;

"Yes! Forget your worries... Dao Chief!"

When Xiaolan heard this, she was immediately even more confused, but she was timid and cowardly, so she had to accept it, and stumbled and called out the road sign of forgetting worries, which seemed to feel awkward, and added a "Taoist", and even the voice became smaller and smaller;

"Gollum!"

Forget worry stretched out his hand somewhere, aimed at a square bamboo box, the mana in his palm surged, flew into it in the air, took out a wine gourd, bent his fingers and flicked off the stopper, glanced at the stopper swaying with the lanyard, raised his head and poured a mouthful, swallowed the spicy and exciting heat, and was silent for a while;

Seeing this, Xiaolan didn't dare to make a sound, quietly floated to the side, pretending to look around, looking up at the starry sky from time to time, in fact, she was always looking for an opportunity, secretly glancing at Forget Worry, she believed that Forget Worry was kind, she wondered if he had something unspeakable;

"Don't look at it! Don't think about it! A foolish wandering ghost like you has been able to survive until now, and you haven't been eaten by resentful spirits, should you say that you are lucky, or is there another reason?

Forget Worry poured a few more sips of spirits, opened her mouth and took a sip of wine, and laughed at Xiaolan without looking back, as if she had forgotten what had just happened, but Xiaolan, who was just aware of the tricks, suddenly felt that under the background of the flames, there seemed to be some kind of sadness lingering in the shadow of Forget Worry;

"It's not that the poor Dao doesn't want to help you, but my hidden heavenly master is in the lineage, and from the day I enter the path, I will make a vow, and after stepping into the path and becoming a monk, I will devote myself to cultivating the Dao, and I will never step into the red dust world again in my life, but the person who harmed you is in Kyoto, and the poor Dao has a weak heart!"

Full of helpless voice, Xiao Suo seemed to have emotion, revealing a sense of sadness and loneliness, but he was wrapped in a strong appearance, wrapped in that gray-black cloak, Xiaolan heard this, and immediately understood the cause and effect, understood the bitterness of forgetting worries, and felt helpless and guilty;

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong about you!"

Xiaolan apologized softly, a little overwhelmed, confused and drifting in the void with the wind, wanting to comfort and forget her worries, but she didn't know how to speak, and the appearance of wanting to speak and stopping kept appearing on her black and cyan grimace;

"Forget it! The path of cultivation is the way to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, but what the monk seeks is not only the next life, but also the current life, compared with ordinary people, the monk just has a little more opportunity to climb the peak, and has the qualification to pursue detachment, and the road to enlightenment is destined to be lonely and lonely!"

The magnetic voice was full of vicissitudes that should not have been, I don't know if it was because the disguise was removed after drinking, or the liquor burned my throat, I reached out and shook it, and threw the leftover barbecue into the bamboo box with mana, drinking the stuffy wine by myself, looking at the sparks splashing in the fire and pondering;

"Dao Chief, don't you want to help others if you do good deeds and accumulate virtues? But if you don't enter the world, how can you do good deeds and accumulate virtues?"

Xiaolan had the courage to ask, hoping to divert her attention from her worries, which was what she thought of for a long time, and used to comfort her worries;

"Those who conform to the way of heaven and benefit heaven and earth are for the great good, such as subduing demons and eliminating demons, punishing evil and killing ghosts, etc., upholding justice, fighting injustice, and benefiting others, it is said to be a small good, such as building bridges and paving roads, reaching out to help, conscripting adultery and eliminating evil, arresting thieves, etc., are all acts of accumulating virtue!"

Forget to worry about drinking alone, hearing Xiaolan's inquiry, he responded casually, it seemed that what happened just now touched the softness in his heart;

"Oh, then what do I need to do to follow your words in order to do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"

Xiaolan moved her soul body and floated to the side of Forget Worry, but she suddenly sensed an extremely dangerous aura, and immediately instinctively moved away from it;

"There is no need to be afraid, you are a soul body, so it is natural to be afraid of the Heavenly Master's suit and sense the aura of danger, which is normal!"

Xiaolan's strange behavior, Forget Worry naturally saw it, and explained casually without care;

"Poor Dao is the hidden heavenly master, the inheritor of the spiritual master's lineage, what he does is naturally adhering to the desire of the hidden heavenly master, to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and to punish evil and kill ghosts, if it is useful to get your place, and you can help poor Dao, poor Dao will naturally write down a merit for you!"

When Xiaolan heard this, she raised her ghost claws as if she didn't understand, grabbed the black ghost head, forgot her worries and saw this, shook her head slightly and continued;

"After the expiration of your Yin life, when you enter the Netherworld, the poor Dao will write your merits on the talisman documents, hand them over to the bull head and horse noodles, and send them to the judge for inspection, and then you can rely on your merits to seek opportunities in the Netherworld through the judge, and continue to reincarnate and bless the next life!"

Xiaolan nodded slightly when she heard this, indicating that she understood, but suddenly asked an irrelevant question;

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

Forgetting to hear this, he shook his head silently, and when Xiaolan was puzzled, he put the piccolo on his waist with his backhand, put the wine gourd aside at will, stretched out his hand to urge the mana, took a leaf from the woods, put it to his mouth and blew it, and the melodious and tactful tune drifted with the night wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info (To be continued.) )