By the time the villagers left, he was dying.

He cried and knelt in front of him and asked him, such a being, does he still love such a common being, and does he still want it

The old monk struggled to open his swollen eyes, looked at him, his eyes were as calm as water, and he only said one sentence for a long time.

"Amitabha"

After listening to his story, Beacon said: "You fell into the devil because of this"

Mo Yan laughed and said, "Of course not. ”

Not long after the old monk's death, news came from the mountain, but it turned out that the father of the child in the woman's womb was a scholar, and everyone knew that the old monk had been killed in vain, but no one went up the mountain, and no one felt guilty because of this.

They said that the old monk was too stupid, since it was not him, why didn't he say why he didn't argue

The old monk caused them to open a killing ring, and they deserved to go to eighteen layers of hell.

Beacon frowned, he was upset when he heard the story of Demon Yan, but Demon Yan didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

He said: "I made a bet with them that the old monk must not be in hell, but they can't, so I killed them and let them see if the old monk was in hell." But at the end of the day, I don't know if I won the bet. With that, he laughed and took a sip of tea.

Beacon Huo turned his head to look at him, and Mo Yan said, "Later, I found out that I shouldn't have killed them, because people are like this." After that, I never met another person like the old monk until one day, I met her. ”

Perhaps from the beginning, he was not of the human world.

Maybe from the beginning, he belonged to her, to that world.

He has lived alone in the world for decades, more than ten years, as long as a lifetime, the days of licking blood at the tip of the knife have passed a lot, he has long forgotten what it means to be afraid, life and death are on the verge of life, he has long put life and death aside, but when death really comes, he begins to be afraid.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but he's afraid, and after he dies, there's not even one to bury his bones.

What he fears is loneliness that is more terrible than death.

On that day, he was seriously injured by the beast, lying in the rubble, feeling life flowing from his body little by little with the blood, it was she who walked in front of him and stretched out her hand to him.

She said, come with me.

He never imagined that one day, he would fall into the devil's path.

At least, he never thought that one day, he would be willing to stay with his life for a person.

Fenghuo doesn't understand Mo Yan's feelings for Yan Gu, and he doesn't understand his feelings for the Demon Race, just like Mo Yan doesn't understand his feelings for human beings and his insistence on the right path in the world.

"I want to be reborn more than anyone else, I hate it more than anyone else, why am I the one who was deposed, I hate the injustice of fate, I hate creation and man, I hate myself, I will live like a waste from now on, but I will not fall into demons. "Beacon Road.

Mo Yan chuckled lightly and said, "You will, when the righteous path you are proud of is torn apart, the righteous path axiom you adhere to is nothing more than a joke. As he spoke, he put down his teacup and got up to leave.

Beacon turned his head slightly, and in the afterglow, Demon Yan's clothes slipped out of the door and disappeared.

He looked back at the fish in the pond and was preoccupied.

On the mountain road from Peach Blossom Town to Sword Immortal Pavilion, the old Taoist priest carried a wine jug, drank a few sips of wine and stopped, looked at the demonic Sword Immortal Pavilion, his eyes narrowed slightly, rested, and continued to walk up.

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