Old man Zuo didn't talk to me in detail, he took me downstairs, and after having a casual breakfast, he asked Wang Ping for the location of the grave where Chen Ling's body was buried.

He didn't let anyone follow us, and he didn't let anyone lead the way, saying that the evil spirit on the mountain was too heavy, and those who didn't cultivate would get into trouble if they went up.

Hearing the old man Zuo say this, who would dare to follow without knowing whether he was alive or dead?

On the way to the grave mountain, the old man Zuo and I chatted.

"Wang Dong, they will definitely die." When the old man Zuo said this, he didn't look serious, as if he felt that this kind of trivial matter was not enough to worry about, and his expression was very relaxed: "We can't stop this matter, and there is no need to stop it." ”

I nodded and said, this is as it should be.

Killing people pays for their lives, and debts are repaid, this is the rule since ancient times.

What's more, a person like Wang Dong is a bully in the first place, if he is allowed to continue to live, there may be how many ordinary people will suffer from him in the future!

I'm a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, that's true, but I'm not to the point where I forgive Wang Dong.

A few big men, on someone else's wedding night, gave the bride a turn, and killed the groom, this kind of unconscionable thing can be done by ordinary people?!

To say that they are brutes is to be wronged brutes.

"If you want to stop the evil of resentment from killing people indiscriminately, you have to ensure that its soul is not scattered by us, so you can only fight." The old man took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself slowly, and smoked it with excitement on his face: "I haven't done this kind of thing yet, so I just seized this opportunity to try my hand." ”

"What the hell are you going to do, you say!" I asked eagerly, and without waiting for the old man Zuo to react, I snatched the Chinese cigarette in his hand and lit it myself.

The old man Zuo glanced at me and said angrily: "The sin of resentment is different from other injustices, if other injustices are made because of resentment, then as long as they disperse their resentment, but the sin of resentment is different from them, it itself is composed of resentment, and if you disperse your resentment, it is equivalent to killing it, understand?" ”

I nodded, and although I didn't quite understand, I still knew the general meaning.

"Why do you want to kill people when you are wronged, have you thought about this question?" Old man Zuo suddenly asked.

By this time, we had come to the middle of the mountain trail, which was a three-way intersection, with the road out on the left and the road from which we came.

The trail to the Tomb Hill is on the right.

"Wrongful murder may be because of hatred, right?" I replied with a frown.

Old man Zuo sighed, led me to the mountain path on the right, and explained to me very seriously.

Unjust murder is indeed because of emotions.

Really, emotions can affect not only the living, but also the dead.

Some ghosts become unjust because of resentment, while others turn into injustice because of anger or unwillingness.

The sin of resentment will not only kill those who have enemies with it, but also kill the living people around it one after another, and this behavior is caused by the resentment in its heart.

If you use the means that Old Man Zuo originally prepared to deal with it, the evil of resentment will inevitably be scattered, and it is obviously impossible to "capture" the evil of resentment.

But Old Man Zuo's current plan makes me see hope.

"The evil ghost has no heart because there are negative emotions that pollute its heart, and what we have to do is to help the abuse." Old man Zuo smiled happily.

"What do you do to help the abuse?" I froze.

"Whoever it wants, let's let it kill." Old man Zuo said with a smile.

"Isn't that what we originally planned?" I couldn't figure it out, "What's the difference?" ”

"If it thinks that we are better than it, and instinctively fears us, and then we don't accept it, just let it take revenge as it pleases" The old man Zuo smiled: "Knock it from time to time, and this thing will be done." ”

In Old Man Zuo's plan, he seems to want us to play a condescending role, as if he wants to use a special method to "intimidate" the evil of resentment, so as to reach the point where we can convince people with virtue.

When the evil of resentment is not afraid of us, we don't stop it, it will only think that we are incompetent, and will even clean it up with us.

But what if it's afraid of us?

It will be grateful to us.

Don't think I'm joking, this is all said by the old man Zuo, although the wisdom of the unjust is not as good as that of the living, but from a certain point of view, their IQ and sixth sense are stronger than ordinary animals.

Let it take revenge as it pleases, and in the eyes of the Resentful Evil, this is the gift of the person standing on high for it, so it will feel grateful.

To a certain extent, it will choose to listen to us, it's as simple as that.

"When it kills all the people who should be killed, the negative emotions of the resentment will be reduced, and then try it, if you can have a good chat with it, if you can solve it, if you can't solve it, just take advantage of its unpreparedness to directly suppress it, and go back to it again." The old man took a puff of his cigarette.

"I think we're killing people," I couldn't help but say.

"You're soft-hearted?" Old man Left glanced at me.

I shook my head, it wasn't a matter of not being soft-hearted, I just felt a little inexplicably ambivalent.

"You are still too young, you will understand in the future, I gave your grandfather a sentence at the beginning, and now I will pass this sentence to you, Changshan, you remember." Old man Zuo suddenly grabbed my shoulder, looked at me very seriously, and said word by word: "In this world, there are living people who deserve to die more than dead people. ”

"I see."

As soon as the words fell, I shivered coldly, and suddenly found that the temperature seemed to have dropped a lot.

I looked around carefully, and then I realized that we were halfway up the hill.

"This resentment is really heavy" The old man Zuo sighed, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was emotion or what, and walked forward silently with me.

Now this grove feels like a big freezer to me, and I and the old man left are right in the middle of this freezer.

Don't look at the fact that I was too hot ten minutes ago, but by this time I really felt cold, shivering as I walked.

"Lao Zuo, let's make this business like this, aren't you afraid of smashing your signboard? Spreading the word doesn't have much impact on your reputation, does it? I asked, shuddering.

"Those who believe in me will naturally come to me, and those who do not believe in me, I will not ask him to send me money." Old man Zuo said disdainfully: "Fame is a son of a bitch, how many people in our industry are well-dressed and famous?" Damn, aren't they all doing male thieves and female prostitutes behind their backs? ”

Hey, I don't see it, this old man is quite cynical!

"Hey, by the way, Lao Zuo, you treated Wang Dong that day, and you wanted to break me away for Mao?" I suddenly remembered this.

"Break you off? When am I going to break you off? Old man Zuo turned his head, looked at me strangely, and slapped his head suddenly, as if he remembered: "Stand up for your fart!" I saw that you ate quite well that night, and I was afraid that you would see me treating Wang Dong and vomiting out, so I let you go out for a walk, why do you rabbit cub not know good or bad?! ”

"Just say no, it's so mysterious that I think about it," I replied angrily.

Chatting and arguing all the way, Old Man Zuo and I went around to the back mountain along the grave mountain path.

The old man stood in the weeds, covered his eyes with his hands, and glanced towards the top of the mountain, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

"Your jade pendant hasn't left you, has you?" The old man asked me suddenly.

"Don't worry, I'm wearing it." I say.

"Okay, let's go up and have a look now." Old man Zuo's expression was a little solemn: "You follow me for a while, if the situation is not right, we will withdraw immediately." ”

I hummed, subconsciously learned the movements of the old man left, covered the sun with my hands, and looked at the top of the mountain.

Just a few glances, I could see a cold sweat on my head.

There is a lonely grave leaning on the side on the top of the mountain, and there is a Qingming hanging rod inserted on the head of the tomb, and the white paper floats in the wind, looking a little desolate.

Of course, if you find that the Qingming Hanging is windless and automatic, inexplicably floating high, and there are wisps of white smoke rising from the grave, I'm afraid you won't feel desolate.

"This is really resentful" The old man Zuo squinted his eyes and muttered softly: "Who would have thought that this kind of unconscionable thing could still be encountered now, no wonder this girl would have such a big grievance"

As soon as the words fell, the old man Zuo asked me to take out the tribute incense from my backpack and light it.

After I lit a stick of incense, Old Man Zuo took me straight to Chen Ling's grave.

Walking to the grave, I noticed something very strange.

Logically speaking, this tomb has only been erected for a short time, and it was erected the day before we came to Fushun, but in just two days, the tombstone was already covered with moss.

Many droplets of water emerge from the tombstone and flow slowly down the front of the tombstone.

The white smoke we had seen earlier had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Wang Dong's family is also a thief, and they don't let this girl be buried after the first seven days." Old man Zuo sneered: "I also said that this girl is afraid of fire, so she didn't give people cremation, these grandsons are hypocritical enough." ”

Suddenly, as soon as the old man's voice fell, a woman's cry faintly came from the surrounding woods.

The cry was terrifying, as if he was crying with his throat pinched, and it seemed like he was laughing.

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