After such a long time, I don't know when I was standing blankly by the Santu River in Yinsi, looking at the turbid river in front of me, and thinking about a name repeatedly in my mind - Lingzheng!

An unexpected person was ushered in in front of him, Su Jingbo.

He smiled at me like a handsome boy and bowed very gentlemanly, "Welcome, Snow Tree Spirit." Or, I would like to call you the King of Yin now. ”

"Yin King? Me? I pointed to my nose, "Su Jingbo, why do you say I'm the Yin King?" "Actually, I was already aware of all this, but I didn't want to ask more.

"The Yin King escaped from the City God's Seal, but there is no carrier to enter in this Yin and Yang world, and without a carrier, the Yin King will dissipate, and you happen to be the carrier of the Yin King. The Yin King has been hiding in your body all along, but now he has only just awakened. - Tang Chuyi, this is the fate that God has arranged for you, come on, let's wait for the rebirth of the Yin King together. ”

Su Jingbo held the bronze sword of the Yu family walking in his hand and swung it horizontally.

At his feet, the two flowers bloomed all over the ground, as gorgeous as blood.

Fate?

I stood in my daze as I stood among the slender petals that sprawled.

I can't see through the direction of 'fate', I can't see through Su Jingbo's conspiracy, and the Lingzheng who I love to the core. Could it be that everything that is happening now is just in accordance with the destiny of heaven? Or do they want to break the mercy of destiny?

Su Jingbo walked through the two flowers, and his clothes flew over: "Yin King, please come with me." ”

"Where to go?" I asked.

"Black Mist Peak Bell Pavilion."

I followed. Anyway, even Lingzheng can't see me now, and I don't know where to go, so it's better to follow Su Jingbo. Moreover, I feel that my brain is a little disobedient to my own call, obviously I am a mortal enemy with Su Jingbo, but I can't help but want to obey his arrangement, a little ghostly.

Su Jingbo took me to a boat, and there was a man in a dark robe on the boat.

I knew him, but he didn't seem to see me, and I didn't want to do much at the time, so I kept silent and didn't say hello to him. We were taken by ferry to a black and misty mountain, Su Jingbo took me by the hand and pulled me up the mountain, and finally, we stopped on the mountainside.

Su Jingbo pinched the lotus formula in both hands, and recited the incantation that I didn't understand but was extremely familiar with, and gradually, the black mist dissipated, and a lush tree appeared.

The trunk of the tree was thousands of feet high, and it took almost five or six hundred people to hug it. The branches are long cane, greenish-white in color, hanging down from the main trunk. The leaves are like creepers, and like gourds, all of which are pure black in color.

This is where the extreme yin qi of Yin Mu and Yin Si lies.

I looked at the huge tree where one vine grew another, and my heart suddenly grew with endless emotion. I asked Su Jingbo, "Su Jingbo, why do you think I am a snow tree spirit?" What is the significance of the existence of the Snow Tree Spirit? Why am I here? Who are you? Who are we? ”

Su Jingbo took the copper coin and smiled: "From now on, you just need to remember that you are our Yin King." ”

"Why am I the King of Yin again? Where am I from? In the last life, or in ancient times? I asked, "Why is there a Yin King?" Room? And the yin? Why is it that there are gods in the Three Realms, but there are so few traces? Why is Ling the Lord of the City God, but he is still at the mercy of fate? ”

"Maybe we all remember it in the past, but the years are so long that we have forgotten our original intentions, so long that we don't even know ourselves. You ......" Su Jingbo's smile was gentle and fierce, but his tone was soft, "If you want to understand, you can stand under the tree, Yin King, this is your Origin Spirit, maybe you can remember something." ”

"Is this it?" I approached the Yin Wood Rattan, stood at the trunk of the tree, and turned back to ask Su Jingbo.

I put my finger on the left side of the vine, and the vine chased me to the left; I moved to the right, and it rolled up to the right. I was so happy that I forgot that the Yin Wood Vine eats souls in the air. A shaded vine suddenly wrapped around my arm, slowly tightening.

"Yin Mu Vine light, it hurts." I blurted out.

But the yin wood vine became tighter and tighter, and the nearby rattan also climbed up my back and neck.

Su Jingbo ignored me, took out a pillar of incense as if he was doing a trick, lit it, and opened his mouth to gently recite the mantra: The world of the ten directions, the upper and lower nothingness; East, west, north and south, everywhere. Shen Qiankun, open the gate of heaven; The divine soldiers are in a hurry, and the Yin King is coming.

The tone is very strange, with the gentleness of Jiangnan and the high-pitched voice of Saibei.

At this moment, a nine-legged Ding furnace slowly rose from the ground with Su Jingbo's singing, and stopped spinning with a bang at my feet. I took a closer look, and the furnace was engraved with the totem of evil spirits and thousands of yin wood rattans. There was a red liquid boiling in the furnace, and a strange fragrance came out and burrowed into my nose.

"Help...... Help......"

It was as if ten thousand voices were calling out to me, near and far, to save their lives. I didn't care about the pain on my body, I looked around, and saw that in the red liquid in the Ding furnace, there were countless ant-like people floating and stretching.

They were shouting at me for help!

"Su Jingbo?" I tentatively screamed, wanting Su Jingbo to help them.

Su Jingbo stopped singing and gently coaxed me: "Yin King, don't worry, the ghost sacrifice will be fine soon." ”

At this time, I was bound by Yin Mu Vine all over my body, unable to move, and only my mouth could speak: "Su Jingbo, are you trying to kill me?" I'm a ghost, and you still won't let me go? ”

"No, I'm saving you." Su Jingbo said, his hands were raised flat, and in his left palm, there was a small transparent bottle containing a blood-red spiritual light. He opened the lid of the bottle, put the aura under my left eye, and patiently persuaded: "Come, suck it, suck it and you can become the real Yin King, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, I can finally give Yingying an explanation." ”

I was puzzled: "Did Yu Yingying order you to take me as the Yin King?" "I sniffed the light lightly, it seemed that there was still some fragrance, as if I had smelled it somewhere.

Su Jingbo still said softly: "Only when you become the Yin King can I absorb your pure Yin Spirit power." ”

"You sucked my spiritual power, so what should I do?"

"When I become the king of the underworld, I will come to save you. Be good, suck it up......" Su Jingbo coaxed me gently and patiently, "Then, eat all the ghosts in the ding, and you can become the Yin King." ”

I hesitated, sniffed again, and said, "Why don't you smoke it yourself?" Don't you become the king of yin directly? ”

To be honest, when I look back now, I was a little mentally retarded in the conversation with Su Jingbo at that time, but at that time, my IQ seemed to plummet, and I didn't know where my logic was.

"It's ridiculous." Su Jingbo laughed at himself, "I was seriously injured by the third master of the spirit, and I have not healed yet, only if you transform this spiritual power, I can enjoy it." ”

"Su Jingbo, you won't lie to me, will you?"

"How could I lie to you? As long as you become the Yin King, I will suck the Yin King from your body into my body, and then you can return your soul, and you will not die. Come, suck it up, purify it again, and give it to me. Su Jingbo's gaze was extremely sincere, and I agreed to his request without thinking too much.

Somehow, my left eye was able to absorb that light instead of my nose and mouth.

Afterwards, Su Jingbo leaned over and imprinted his lips on my forehead, I could feel that there seemed to be something in my body, which was pulled away by Su Jingbo, and I felt dizzy in front of my eyes.

Su Jingbo's body was tense, his eyes were deep and fiery, and he looked at me with low eyebrows, as if he was suppressing endless pain.

I moved, and felt that the Yin Mu vine seemed to loosen a lot, so I asked Su Jingbo: "Then are you better now?" Is there anything else I can do for you? ”

Su Jingbo was obviously stunned, and was stunned for a long time before he said, "You ......" His lips trembled slightly, "Why are you helping me?" ”

"I don't know, I just want to help you. Perhaps, it's dead anyway, and it's a little bit to be able to help people. "I wanted to touch my face, but I was restrained by the Yin Wood Vine, so I could only pretend to be relaxed.

"We're hostile, you shouldn't be so toward me." Su Jingbo said.

I laughed, "Why not?" Since you have asked for me, and I have the ability, I will definitely help you. You're a weird man, haha......"

"You're trapped in the Yin Wood Vine now, don't you blame me? Don't blame me? ”

"You didn't mean it, as for this rattan, its nature is to entangle people, but it just accidentally tied me up. Why blame? ”

"What if I did it on purpose?"

"Then you must have a last resort."

"I'm a heinous demon."

"No one wants to be a bad guy for no reason."

Su Jingbo muttered: "Yingying is right, you are really a stupid woman!" ”

He finished and left, leaving me trapped only with a tree full of yin wood vines and a red liquid tumbling in the furnace. I looked at the ghosts floating in the red liquid and sighed helplessly.

I'm sorry, I can't save you for now.

After a long time, Su Jingbo came again, still with a bottle of blood-red spiritual light, and asked me to purify it and cross it to him.

"Don't you feel panicked?" Su Jingbo stood a few steps away from me and asked me.

"Why panic?" I stared at his slender eyebrows for a second or two, then turned my head and looked at everything on the Black Mist Peak with wide eyes. This used to be a sacrificial platform, and I used to take King Ling's tomb to conduct a sacrificial event here, but what kind of scene was that? Why can't I remember it all of a sudden?

"You're now single and imprisoned in Yin Si by me, don't you have a trace of fear?" Su Jingbo's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw that I didn't say a word, he continued, "I didn't expect you to be like this when you only have a soul left, it's really interesting." ”

"What about my other souls?"

"I'm scattered."

I frowned: "Scattered?" Am I never going to be able to pay it back? "Lingzheng also said that I would only have a long dream, and when I woke up, I would wake up. But now that I have been caught by Su Jingbo, I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive. It is said that people are dying, and their words are good, since I am dead, I will do more good things while I still have some ability.

The spiritual light in Su Jingbo's hand slowly entered my eyes, and a trace of strange fragrance came from my nose.

I smiled: "Su Jingbo, then you are pumping my soul here, it is also for me, okay?" ”

Su Jingbo responded heartily: "I actually don't want to kill you, I just want to borrow your body to get rid of the Third Master Ling." ”

"The spirit is hurting you first, and it is reasonable for you to kill him."

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about your own life and death at this time?"

I closed my eyes and smiled, "Is it better to live or die?" People will always die, so why not think more about others while you still have the energy to spare? Well...... I said, "Why do you have to be in trouble with the Spirit?" ”

Su Jingbo was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, bright and loud. "Everyone in the world says that the Yin King is rare, but in fact, the Yin King is not boundless, but it is an excellent phantom body in itself, which can convert all the evil spirits and resentful spirits in the world into the energy that people need. Tang Chuyi, if you are not the Snow Tree Spirit, not the Yin King, and not Yingying's opponent, I would really like to make friends with you. As he spoke, he put his lips to the center of my brow and sucked the spiritual power I had given him.

After that, he said: "Tang Chuyi, do you know? There are not many simple people in the Yang world, they calculate their flesh and blood, intrigue for their own selfish interests, and do not hesitate to kill each other in order to compete for power......"

"They also have suffering."

"Oh?"

"You think, if you can live a peaceful life, who wants to calculate and harm others? If there are no natural and man-made disasters, who is willing to cheat me every day? They are actually very tired and miserable, but in order to survive, they have no choice. ”

Su Jingbo's eyes had a light that I couldn't read, he stared at me for more than ten seconds, and said, "If everyone is as selfless and open-minded as you, there will be no killing and war in the world, and there will be no more people and ghosts." If you want to survive, you must be ruthless and get rid of the shackles of fate. He pinched my chin and snapped, "You're so innocent and ignorant. ”

There were no less than a hundred arguments like this, and Su Jingbo finished absorbing the spiritual power and talked to me about it.

I smiled and didn't think about it.

Su Jingbo just doesn't agree with my point of view, so what's there not to understand? Talking more can also add to the fun. - Because I found that in the place of Black Mist Peak, there is no one except Su Jingbo and me. Well, there are also the ghosts with severed limbs and broken arms in the Ding Furnace Red Liquid that Su Jingbo has been refusing to rescue at my feet.

In the process of transforming spiritual power, I slowly remembered many things: myself, my family and friends, and my lover, Lingzheng.

But I didn't talk to Su Jingbo, I only had an epiphany in my heart silently.

What's the use of saying more? I am now imprisoned, and it is better to forgive and tolerate than to complain and hate. Once people's minds are opened and comprehended the various states of the world, all the causes and effects of love and hate will naturally be fully understood. People have seven emotions and six desires, but the way of heaven is always ruthless, and all living beings come from the bitter cold and indulge in the wilderness.

What is evil? What is good? What is self-pity? What does it mean to save people from danger?