The bell on the old locust tree rang softly, and the tiger was shaken.

The sun was in the west, and the broken door of the Sun Temple was also reflected in a layer of gold, and the bell on the old locust tree sounded softly in the breeze, so that Huzi came back to his senses - he was back.

He couldn't remember how he had come back, all he could think of was the curtain of blood and a fallen body; Only the sky-high fire and the hideous faces of those Boxers. What kind of people are that...... What kind of people are those who chant "help clear and extinguish the ocean" and firmly believe in "invulnerability......

Huzi didn't enter the hospital. He sat down slowly against the old locust tree, and when he thought back to that scene, and then recalled the smell of blood that spread to the cornfield with the heat wave, Huzi felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He felt ...... He needs that taste.

He moved his throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he really felt it, yes! It was the taste of blood, and he wanted to taste it! It should be said that not only the taste of blood, but also ...... The smell of the yang energy of those living people. What's that smell? Huzi couldn't help but think. Thinking about it, the boxers who were standing in a pool of blood shouting "invulnerability" flashed into his mind, and he shivered again.

Looking up at the bells above his head, Huzi only felt a chill overflowing from the inside out, so cold that the hairs on his whole body stood up, and there were goosebumps! Huzi raised his hand and slapped himself, thinking to himself that he was really frightened, how could he think of those things.

He felt uncomfortable, he didn't feel happy. But he didn't understand what was making him unhappy. Are those boxers killing people like mustard? Is it that the Green Battalion and the Yacha are all on the side of the Boxers? Is it because you have seen what Master often says, "human life is cheap"? Or does it feel like the desire for yang energy is real?

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither.

It's not that Huzi hasn't seen dead people, and Huzi has been dealing with dead people since he was a child. Huzi has not never seen murder, he has witnessed Mr. Peng kill people. But he felt that this time was different! In the past, the people that Mr. Peng killed were the people who wanted to kill them, just like Chang Qiu. But the person who died this time was different, the foreigner Huzi was not sympathetic, and he had heard many evil things about foreign devils. But most of those people are ordinary people like themselves, and there are even women, the elderly, and children.

Do they deserve to die if they believe in foreign religion? Those who believe in foreign religion are also quite disliked by Huzi, but Huzi feels that they are not guilty to death. The Boxers said they deserved to die, so who allowed the Boxers to decide that they deserved to die? The Boxers said that it was instructed by the gods. So what else do such gods worship?

There was a fire in Huzi's chest, and he didn't know where it came from, let alone how to vent it.

As soon as Huzi sat like this, he sat until the sun sank in the west. It was dark, and the faint starlight sprinkled down could not light up the ground. Looking at Changtu City from afar, it is also a dark and dark area.

Mr. Peng walked to the front yard to bolt the door, and as soon as he picked up the bolt, he heard a quiet voice outside the door: "Master." Mr. Peng frowned, came to the door, and saw a small figure under the big locust tree. He picked up the lamp a little bit, and only then did he see the appearance of Huzi, who was sitting under the tree with his knees crossed, staring blankly at the lamp.

"I thought you would stay in the city for the night," Mr. Peng's tone was slightly reproachful, "why did it take so long to deliver a drink?" Why didn't you come in when you came back? ”

Huzi listened to Mr. Peng's question and slowly spoke: "Master...... I...... I ......"

Squeaked and whined for a long time, and Huzi didn't say a whole word. Mr. Peng felt that something was wrong, put the lamp on the stone steps at the door, squatted down beside Huzi, and asked, "Huzi, what's wrong?" Don't worry, speak slowly. ”

"Master......" Huzi threw himself into Mr. Peng's arms, just like when he was a child. He didn't know why he was crying, but he just wanted to cry, he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he just felt fear.

"Master! I'm scared...... I'm so scared......"

Mr. Peng was stunned for a moment, then put his arm around Huzi's shoulder and patted him on the back: "It's okay, it's okay...... Master is here. It's good to cry out...... It's good to cry out......"

Mr. Peng can't remember the last time Huzi lost a "golden pimple". Huzi has been a very strong child since he was a child, and since he was eight or nine years old, he has not cried again when he was beaten. I never tell anyone about any grievances in an affair, let alone shed tears. His crying reminded Mr. Peng of the appearance of Huzi when he was a child - he was also leaning on his arms and sobbing - thinking about the infant child back then, he actually grew into a half-sized child so quickly, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"What the hell is going on? Talk to Master. After a while, Mr. Peng saw that Huzi's crying was getting weaker, so he helped him up, "Twelve or thirteen adults, just tell me if you have anything...... There's nothing to carry on my back, right? ”

Huzi cried through this scene, felt a little more relieved, and didn't feel that it was a shame to let the master see him crying, so he told everything about what happened after he finished sending the wine.

"Master...... Do those people deserve to die? ”

"Not damn it."

"But they're all dead."

"How many of these people must have turned into ghosts......

"Master, there are ...... I think I'm probably going crazy! ”

Mr. Peng was so frightened when he heard this, and the tendons on his head jumped three times! He hurriedly said, "Did you kill someone or what's wrong?" Huzi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "There is no matter! I just think...... I felt like an evil ghost with an evil spirit, and I didn't think it when I saw those people die, but then I remembered it...... Want...... Cannibalize human flesh and blood, devour human yang! ”

"What am I talking about?" Li Lintang leaned against the door frame and made a sound, "Senior brother, you tell me that this child is your apprentice and my nephew." He has bad roots, and you teach him whether he is accumulating virtue or committing evil, have you figured it out? ”

Peng Huzi listened to Li Lintang's words, his face was full of dazed expressions, and he asked, "Master, what does Uncle Shi mean?" ”

"Lin Tang, shut up!" Mr. Peng drank Li Lintang's words, ignored Huzi's question, turned around and lifted the lamp on the ground and said, "If you have anything to say, you will talk about it tomorrow at dawn, and now we will all go back to the house...... What to do, what to do! ”

In summer, the night in the mountains is not very quiet, and the living creatures that rest during the day become active at night, and the sound of the night cannot be stopped. The wind blows the mountains and forests, the sound of the leaves rubbing like a light rain, coupled with the constant chirping of insects, and occasionally one or two animal hisses, in the past it was a song that urged people to fall into dreams.

But now Huzi only feels that these noises are so noisy that he can't sleep.

As soon as I touched myself, I felt the sticky stinky sweat, and I guess I couldn't sleep because the weather was getting hotter. Huzi turned over and kicked the mattress under him, and just lay on the kang mat, but he still felt that he couldn't sleep steadily. So he got up and set out the front and rear windows, hoping for some wind to blow in and let in. As soon as I pushed open the window on the other side of the courtyard, I saw that the light in Mr. Peng's house was still on.

Huzi turned around and sat back on the edge of the table, thinking about his uncle's words with his fingers crossed—he knew what the words "root bones are not right" meant. The root bone is a person's cultivation qualification, and the better the root bone, the faster the cultivation will enter. Huzi learned from Li Lintang that he was much faster than Mr. Peng in cultivating the Demon Control Technique, so he was naturally one of the people with the best roots.

But whether the root bone is "good or not" and the root bone "whether it is right or not" are two different things.

The ghost family was born from the Guiguzi family, and the method of cultivation has some meaning of evil and foreign ways, which is completely different from the orthodox Taoist method, and the disciples under the door enter the realm much faster than the general practice. It is precisely because of this that the ghost family attaches the most importance to the "root bones" of the disciples!

Monks with improper roots are the easiest to follow the evil path! If the root bones are not correct, when cultivating, not only will the aura enter the body, but also the yin of the eight directions will be poured into the human body, and it is most easy to go mad. If the root bones are not correct and the qualifications are not good, it is better to say, you can slowly resolve it with cultivation. The most difficult thing to do is the monk who is good but not right, when he enters the realm quickly, his ability and the yin qi are inseparable, and it is the easiest to enter the demon path. Therefore, the ghost family has always refused to accept disciples with improper roots.

Huzi didn't feel that his roots and bones were not right, if it was really his roots and bones, and when he first cultivated the Evil Control Technique, he would have lost his mind and gone crazy. But when Li Lintang said that Huzi's roots were not right, Mr. Peng just stopped it, but did not refute it, which made Huzi feel very uneasy - the desire to eat human flesh and blood is proof!

After sitting at the table for a while, Huzi looked at the lights in Mr. Peng and Li Lintang's room across the courtyard, and his heart was a little lively.

He stood up, took off his shoes, hunched slightly, and jumped directly through the open window, and ran through the courtyard to the door of Mr. Peng's room. Squatting slightly, he pressed his ear to the door.

"Senior brother, if you draw this talisman for him, you can save it for a while, but you can't save a lifetime. Why bother? "The first thing came Li Lintang's voice.

Mr. Peng replied: "He is my apprentice, so I should do everything I can to keep him." ”

"He shouldn't be alive, he can live because of you."

"He deserves to live, I owe him."

"You should strangle him while he's alive, and you're done!"

"If I do sin, I must swallow the bitter fruit."

Peng Huzi ...... Peng Huzi...... You let him take your surname, do you really think of yourself as his father? ”

"If you're all right, go to sleep......"

"What kind of sleep do you sleep? I think you're having a lot of fun drawing talismans. ”

"Huzi is my apprentice, and he is also your nephew ......"

"Sooner or later, he'll kill you!"

"Don't worry, I can't implicate you."

After hearing two sentences, Huzi retreated. He heard it in a fog, but he knew it wasn't a good thing. He had the urge to push open the door and ask his master and uncle what kind of background they were—but he knew that if Master didn't tell him now, he would just ask, and Master wouldn't be able to tell the truth.

Huzi paced to the well pavilion and carried a bucket of well water up with a wheel. Even though it was summer, the water in the well still had a heavy chill. Huzi directly took a sip of water in the bucket and drank it, shivering, only to feel much more refreshed.

Thinking about taking off his pants and putting them on the fence of the well pavilion, he poured water on his head and drenched his whole body!

Mr. Peng and Li Lintang, who listened to the voice, went out of the room to check. Huzi stood in the yard, carrying a bucket and looking back and smiling, "It's hot, I can't sleep, and the bucket water is cool and cool......."