"After that, you should be clear, Senior Brother Wu is dead, and Ten Thousand Buddha Beads helped me open the dungeon enchantment. I was going to run out to find the elder, but I didn't expect that the person would not be found, so Fenglin brought someone to find me.

said that I escaped from prison after killing my senior brother, he should have been taken away, and the Ten Thousand Buddha Beads went up to take a picture of the wind forest.... There are so many people who have seen me kill people, I can't explain it, and there must still be people in the guild, I don't dare to get caught again and run away... Then I met you. ”

The crowd outside the wooden house has dispersed, divided into several groups and went to different directions to continue looking for Li Chongyang, this abrupt cabin has been blowing here for half an hour The cold wind has not attracted anyone's attention, so I have to continue to wait here alone for my fate... Off topic...

Sitting on the chair is the priest himself, on both sides of the chair that was still clean just now, an hour has passed, and it is full of cigarette butts... Sure enough, the strength is strong, and the lungs are not ordinary...

The sacrificial boss listened with relish, and didn't care that Chongyang's throat was about to smoke while sitting on the ground, and what made Chongyang feel strange was that just now when he wanted to stop several times or his memories were stuck, he couldn't help but quickly organize the language to continue to speak.

Could it be that I am actually very depressed? Finally found the person to confide in, and your own chat level exploded? But the more reasonable reason should be that the uncle on the other side has set some kind of spell to invade his privacy, and he can't read his mind and let people tell him about it... Pervert it

After hearing this, the priest first thought for a while, but he didn't know that he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and the hot eyes that looked at Chongyang became gentle. "To be honest, don't you blame your senior brother in your heart?"

"I really didn't lie to you, I don't blame him at all."

"Do you approve of his approach?"

"I don't blame him because it's human nature, but the eldest husband does something and doesn't, and I still can't agree with his approach."

As if this back to the festival boss thinks it's cute? It's like teaching the kindness of a sensible junior (?) He continued to Chongyang with a smile.

"Actually, it's easy to understand, his parents died when he was a child, and he took a dilapidated book of exercises, groped and studied, and finally survived a hundred years, and finally made some progress, and he was diligent and diligent in the monks' guild.

Have you ever thought about it, why is your senior brother honest? Because he didn't dare, didn't dare to speak loudly, didn't dare to be presumptuous, didn't dare to publicize, the Wu family's courtyard in the north of the city, before your cousin joined the monks' guild, everyone thought it was an empty house.

He's carrying something you can't imagine. ”

Li Chongyang really didn't care too much about his brother's inner world before, and the senior brother himself never mentioned it, only saying that although he was lonely guarding this big mansion alone, he was very free, and maybe he was ready to raise a greyhound.

Listening to this uncle, it seems that the senior brother's past is still quite miserable, and he lives patiently, and he never tells others for the belief he insists on in his heart.

It's just that it's a matter of facts, and this shouldn't be a reason to go astray in the end.

The priest boss looked at Chongyang's puzzled expression, and he didn't need to read his mind to roughly know what he was thinking. Then he asked, "Have you ever thought about his inner thoughts?" ”

Li Chongyang straightened up slightly and replied seriously: "I thought that my junior brother surpassed him so quickly, and was held high by others, and he himself was constantly slandered by outsiders because of my improvement, and it was difficult for anyone to accept it." Actually, I sympathize with my brother, and in the final analysis, this matter is also because those bad people take advantage of it.

Originally, I planned to wait for the president to come back and inquire about the origin of the president's Heavenly Demon Decision, and if I could, I would also teach it to my senior brother. Whether the Heavenly Demon Sect can recover or not is one thing, at least he and I need to work together in unity. ”

The sacrificial boss didn't seem to be satisfied with Chongyang's answer, and frowned slightly, but immediately took it for granted, and continued to ask: "Then why don't you have much hatred for the black hand behind this?" ”

Chongyang was silent, and Li Chongyang himself was too calm to see if he was too indifferent to his senior brother's death, although he knew that he would definitely avenge his senior brother, because that was his position and what he had to do.

But in fact, Li Chongyang really doesn't think that the mysterious organization has any heinous acts, even if it is a high monk in Lingshan, they build a temple in Lingshan and the corpses buried in the foundation are indispensable, and there are enemies and their own.

This mysterious organization is just different from their own position, they just grasp the weakness of the senior brother and take advantage of it. If you want to blame, you can only blame the senior brother, whose mind is still too unfirm. But revenge must be avenged, but with the current strength, forget it.

It is also possible that Li Chongyang has some of his own understanding of hatred, so his reason tells him that the end of being carried away by hatred will only be worse than that of his senior brother. With such thoughts, the hatred that was already small became even more relieved.

Chongyang thought for a moment before replying seriously: "Senior brother's death was not forced, as for their mysterious Pope, with my ability, it is already relying on the Ten Thousand Buddha Beads to be able to fight two masters."

It's not that you don't hate, it's that you don't dare to hate for the time being, and if you hate it too much, it will lead to uncontrolled behavior. I'll take revenge when I have the chance. ”

The sacrificial boss didn't expect Li Chongyang to answer himself like this, he could see that Li Chongyang's real age was only in his twenties, which should have been the age of reckless indulgence, and everyone else might have rushed to the street with knives and shouted for revenge. But there is also this unknown calmness.

The priest finally stopped smoking, and with a wave of his hand, even the cigarette butts on the ground were gone, and the sitting posture that was just half paralyzed also became a straight sitting, leaning forward, supporting his elbows on his knees, holding his chin with fists with both hands, staring at Li Chongyang's eyes very seriously and asking, "If it were you, what would you do?" ”

Li Chongyang seemed to be stunned, this question is very simple, of course I won't be like this... My answer was just about to blurt out, but I was interrupted by my uncle's serious attitude... I guess I can't go wrong if I think about it a lot... Only then did he answer cautiously.

"I... I won't make the same choice as my brother, although I am likely to face death because of my refusal. But I know a truth that if you make a deal with evil spirits, you must be the one who loses in the end.

It's all dead horizontally and vertically, it's better to die handsomely. And if I am a senior brother, although I will also be jealous because of the change of identity, I still hope that my relatives and friends can be better. The so-called jealousy may just be a little unbalanced at the time, and it will be fine after that. ”

"Of course you say that, because you're the winner in the story, and how can the winner understand the loser." The sacrificial boss seemed to answer him like that if Li Chongyang was killed, he put on a playful smile on his answer and commented leisurely.

Chongyang is a young man after all, and he was a little unconvinced when he saw the appearance of the uncle in front of him, and stubbornly fought back at the uncle.

"But there is a difference between people and people, and I can only say that I will stand by my beliefs. And there's no way that anyone in the Ten Thousand Worlds can really understand others, Master....."

"I can." The priest suddenly interrupted

“... Yes? ”

"And I can also let you experience it for yourself, and you can really understand others."

"It's... It's impossible. ”

A book suddenly appeared in the hand of the priest, an old book. The cover layer was yellowed, and the corners of the book were torn a lot. The book is very thin, it seems to be less than 100 pages, and I wonder if someone has torn off the paper in the original book. On the cover of the book is written two words, "Red Dust"

This shabby book is quite worthy of the sloppy uncle in front of him, the sacrificial boss threw the book to Li Chongyang, Li Chongyang picked up the book and subconsciously prepared to read it, but found that he couldn't open the book, and even if he used the spiritual power in his body, he couldn't help this broken book in the slightest.

"Flip it over and take a look."

“... Can't open it"

"Think about it and turn it over."

"What do you think?"

"Your dead brother."

An old and broken book slowly opened, plain and unremarkable, and the reader stared at the pages of the book, as if there were some soul-stirring words or pictures on it. But the people on the side could only see a fool staring at the blank two pages in a daze.

Chongyang saw a painting, and there was an ancient mansion in the painting, which was very familiar. There is a large tree in front of it, and on the branch of the tree sits a small person looking at the world beyond the courtyard wall.

Looking at it, the child suddenly raised his head, and a pair of empty eyes looked at Li Chongyang's eyes. The world was suddenly quiet and panicking, and Chongyang felt like a flat boat swaying with the waves and floating into the child's eyes.

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