Gongliang was so dreamy that he dreamed.

The monks in the foundation building period have been able to keep their hearts, and it stands to reason that there should not be any inexplicable dreams. He hadn't dreamed for many years, but this time he unfortunately hurt his foundation, and he fell asleep halfway through his vision, and the past came to his face.

In the dream, Gongliang Zhi is still very young, the mountains and rivers in the Qiantian Valley are beautiful, the master is strict but loving, and the senior brothers and sisters are busy but friendly. Canglang Peak was sparsely populated, and he sat alone on the sun-watching platform of Canglang Peak, contemplating and breathing continuously. Qianyuan's true qi is like an arm's command, and it becomes more and more vigorous with every breath and breath, and there is nothing more pleasant than cultivation.

Someone walked up.

The dream is bizarre, and countless people and things are like flowers and moons in water, and they are broken into countless pieces when a gust of wind blows. Gongliangzhi seems to have been sitting upright for several years, or maybe he just dreamed about it for a moment, he doesn't remember what happened, he only remembers the peace and stability of that moment, and the voice of another person calling him-

"Good!"

Gongliang suddenly woke up.

"Dao Chief?" Wei Zhao held on to the half-closed door and shrunk his neck embarrassedly, "I woke you up?" ”

Gongliang wanted to say that the monk was not sleeping when he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, but he was contemplating cultivation, but he was really asleep just now. So he just shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

It's a pity that the other party didn't gently uncover it as he wished, and the ranger saw Gongliangzhi open his eyes and began to talk endlessly. He said that it was fortunate that the place where the jade ruler had fallen was not far from the town, and that they had finally arrived at a place where they could stay before nightfall. He said that you scared me to death, the clothes were full of blood, and they couldn't be washed cleanly, and Xiao Er still killed me. He said Chang, do you want to eat pork liver, eat pork liver to nourish blood, I cooked brown sugar and red date soup......

As soon as he said it, it was not finished, and he was so good that he was not annoyed. As soon as the young man spoke, the stagnant air in the room flowed, and Gongliang Zhi fell out of the trance dream many years ago, his feet were down-to-earth, and there was no sound in his ears.

Gongliangzhi's surname is "Gongliang", and his name is "Zhi", except for Wei Zhao, no one will call him "Liangzhi" without a head.

When the two of them first met, Wei Zhao was very reluctant to call him senior brother, so he used his brains a lot for this. "We are the same age, and I hit you off at first sight, so it's not too much to call my brother and brother?" He said conclusively, and he didn't know where he learned this excuse, "When the master is not there, you call me Ah Zhao, and I call you Liangzhi, how about it?" ”

Before saying this, he also told the story of several Jianghu rangers who became brothers with different surnames, which had the meaning of pouting Gongliang to worship a son. Gongliangzhi is an orphan, when he met Wei Zhao, he was just picked up and raised for a year, he is still thin and small, Wei Zhao has always felt that even if the master said that they are the same year, Gongliangzhi should be a few months younger, so he must be the one who is a righteous brother. Gongliang refused at a glance with the difference between the door rules, and Wei Zhao came up with a compromise plan of "calling each other nicknames".

The seven or eight-year-old boy looked at Gong Liangzhi eagerly, flattening his mouth, as if he felt that he had given in a lot. The little boy of General Wei's Mansion was born with a tiger's head, like a puppy cub who can't stop for a moment, and he has a basket of things to say after completing his homework every day, and thousands of things he wants to do. Gongliang Zhi has never met this kind of person, and he was fooled by his sharp-toothed junior brother and had nothing to say. He was silent for a while and said, "My surname is Gongliang. ”

Wei Zhaoling's eloquent speech was stuck, and he blushed all of a sudden--at this time, he had not yet cultivated the skin of an iron wall, and he would still blush. "I'll just say, if anyone has a male surname, I still have a female surname." Wei Zhao sneered, his eyes rolled, and he became righteous again: "But who said that a nickname can only be a name?" My father and mother call me Ah Zhao, and I don't call me Wei Ah Zhao, right? ”

He said so firmly that Gongliang didn't know what was wrong with it, just as he didn't know why this junior disciple, who had not been on the mountain for a short time, put on a look that they knew very well, and why he was close to him. Gongliang secretly felt that this was like the first time he saw the crane raised in the Qiantian Valley, the first time he saw such a big bird, he was so shocked that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, those big birds were not afraid of him at all, they walked around him, and rummaged through his pockets with his beak, and when he found that this disciple didn't have any Linggu on him, he flapped his wings and walked away.

He looked at the crane and Wei Zhao, feeling surprised, not disgusted. I don't know if Wei Zhao sees him as the same.

"Moreover, there is another benefit to calling it 'Liangzhi'." Wei Zhao said matter-of-factly, "Look, everyone thought that someone who wanted to be good called you Ah Zhi, but they didn't expect me to actually call you Liangzhi, right?" If it's a mountain ghost, a fox demon or something, one day I will come to you in the form of me, and one mouth will be 'Ah Zhi', won't you immediately recognize the impostor? We immortal cultivators must have more eyes! ”

This sounded so reasonable, Gongliang was so convinced that Wei Zhao was really a smart person. So after that, Wei Zhao called "Liangzhi" for more than ten years, so even if another ten years passed, as long as he heard "Liangzhi", Gong Liangzhi would think of Wei Zhao.

Listening to his own name, he thought of others, and looked at Wei Zhao's troubles.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief?"

Gongliang came back to his senses, and naturally there was no Wei Zhao in front of him, only Wei Zhao with a different pronunciation. The nineteen-year-old ranger called out and waved his palm in front of Gongliangzhi, only to come over and pat him on the shoulder.

He raised his eyes to look at Wei Zhao, and the ranger smiled at him with eight teeth, and said, "Dao Chief's eyes are fluttering, I'm afraid that something will happen to you!" ”

"It's all right." Gongliang replied.

It's just that he didn't listen to half a word, and now that he comes back to his senses, he can't help but feel a little upset. A few days ago, Gongliang Zhi's injuries were severe, and he didn't have room to talk to the rangers, and Wei Zhao himself was also very clever, so he didn't have to worry about Gongliangzhi in the process of settling down. Now that Gongliangzhi's injuries are stable, he can finally talk about what happened a few days ago.

Wangjia Village's angry and resentful sacrifice raised a yin evil, and summoned the demon cultivator and the ghost, and the two of them also said that they could not suffer the disaster of the pond fish or be the last straw on the camel's back. Gong Liangzhi explained what Yin Sha was and asked Wei Zhao how to get out of danger that day.

"I'm lucky, I have a long rune, and I also met a youkai!" Wei Zhao gestured, "There is a cat, several feet long, with two tails!" It confronts the black people, and I, a little person, are hiding, and no one cares about me for the time being. Later, the ghosts and black shadows ran to the village, and I was afraid that the cat demon would eat me, so I also ran to the village, and I saw the Taoist. ”

"Ni Tail...... A hundred-year-old nine-tailed cat demon. Gongliangzhi said, "It's a pity that I couldn't stop it and let him kill Baizi." ”

"I don't think children will be fine." Wei Zhao said nonchalantly, "That cat is a baby little fat man, and the little fat man also sticks to it." ”

"Is there such a thing?" Gongliang was so strange that he groaned slightly, and said: "I'm afraid that the nine-tailed cat demon who has been walking for a hundred years is longer than the big array, and he can't leave Wangjia Village with Baizi." If it really doesn't mean to hurt people, it's also a merit. ”

"Dao Chief, the nine-tailed cat demon sounds so angry, why didn't he bite those people to death?" Wei Zhao asked again, "They all have to cook and eat the white seeds, and the cat jumps out at the end." ”

"The Shinto monks who left the big array are human races, and the big array protects the believers in the array, and it is already the result of the destruction of the big array that some animals can become sperm in the array, and there is no reason to let the demons hurt people."

"Don't let the demons hurt people? The living people in Wangjia Village are much worse than demons! ”

Gongliangzhi glanced at the ranger, only to see that he looked indignant. The Taoist priest thought for a while and said, "The poor Dao didn't let the ghosts hurt people, are you also angry?" ”

"Yes!" Wei Zhao said without hesitation, "I know that the Taoist chief is kind, but those people killed so many people before, and they still wanted to slaughter me for meat, and now they are so scared that they are urinating, what should I do if I repeat my old tricks after a while?" ”

"I set up a maze so that outsiders can't get in, and the villagers can't get out. From then on, the people of the village would have nightmares night after night, and it would not end until all the resentment was gone. Gongliang Zhi said.

"They killed so many people, but they only gave them nightmares." Wei Zhao frowned and said, "These people are self-inflicted, why don't they let them reap the consequences?" ”

"What about the unjust souls?" Honest and honest.

The ranger was stunned, as if he didn't understand why the Taoist priest said this.

Gong Liangzhi said: "Without the cultivation method, the ghosts who are stranded in the world will slowly lose their three souls and six spirits, and in the end they will not remember anything except the resentment in their hearts. The resentful ghosts who have killed the living can no longer become innocent souls, and they are not tolerated by heaven and earth. These poor people lost their lives because of Wangjiacun, and after they died, they had to pay for Wangjiacun a chance to be reincarnated, is it worth it? ”

The people of Wangjia Village have been born in the Lishan Mountains for generations, and they are almost isolated from the world. Those who are born in the wilderness will grow into wild beasts, and as soon as they become sensible, they will be imperceptibly disillusioned with terrible traditions, and they will not be able to distinguish right from wrong for the rest of their lives. And those unfortunate white sons, who are innocent? After his death, he was not able to live in peace, and was trapped in a small village by the Great Array. Now that the great array has opened, the ghosts who let go of their obsessions still have a chance to re-enter the reincarnation. If they become ghosts for hatred, there is only one way to scatter their souls in the future.

If you kill someone, you lose both.

Gongliang waited for the young ranger to speak, whether it was exclamation or rebuttal. He didn't want to convince the other party, he just wanted to hear what the other party thought. A person who cultivates immortals is most taboo and has a depression in his heart, and if his Dao heart is flawed, he can only fall to the point where he is now.

The other man didn't reply in a hurry, he squinted his eyes, as if he thought the words were a little ridiculous.

Wei Zhao said: "How do you know that they don't think it's worth it?" ”

The ranger's expression was a little childish, but in this situation, he was inexplicably gloomy, and this gloom was particularly abrupt on his face that was always giggling, and he himself realized it. Wei Zhao pursed his mouth and obviously lowered his face, turning the ridicule just now into anger.

Wei Zhao felt ridiculous, and was a little surprised, and said that his old friend had really changed a lot in the past ten years. Even in the years when Hongchen cultivated his mind, Gongliang Zhi did not enter the WTO much, and every time Wei Zhao pulled him to stir up the wind and rain, he mixed in with kindness. It is Wei Zhao who likes to find trouble in the Shuangbi of Qiantian Valley, and Gongliang likes to still go with the flow, with the demeanor of a master in the world. Now that he is wasting essence blood and using broken jade tricks, the heavenly fairy who is like Shuiyue Guan has become a nosy monk in Leiyin Temple, and the painting style has become a suspicion that Wei Zhao has recognized the wrong person.

"How do you know they think it's worth it?" Gongliang asked rhetorically.

Wei Zhao couldn't say that he heard what the wronged soul said, so he could only look away and stop arguing. Okay, well, he thought to himself, the Taoist chief has grown eloquently, and he has a bodhisattva heart, and I and other evil demons admire and admire it.

Gong Liangzhi said: "We don't know. ”

The Taoist priest's face was calm, and his lips were still lacking in blood. Afraid of the cold, he withdrew his hand into his sleeve.

"Washed by resentment, resentful ghosts are naturally full of hatred, no matter what thoughts they had before they died. I can't tell them the consequences of revenge, and I can't tell if they think it's worth it. Gongliangzhi said, "And except for the bitter master himself, no one can say whether it is worth it or not." It doesn't matter if I stop ghosts, or if I use essence and blood...... We, the living, the outsiders, and the cultivators, are just seeking to have a clear conscience and have a clear mind. ”

Yes, Wei Zhao thought, the past is the past, the present is the present, the bridge returns to the bridge and the road returns, you and I only seek one thought to be accessible.