Zhongling Villa was a vicious place at that time, lonely souls and wild ghosts settled here, no one sacrificed or worshipped, looking at these people who had been dead for many years, Xuan Qizi felt that this was a deliberate arrangement by God. Since then, he has been cultivating in this abandoned mountain villa while exceeding, and those evil spirits who originally regarded him as their enemies actually began to listen to him gradually, this lecture is ten years, and even the rats in the mountain village will go to morning classes with him every day, rain or shine. He couldn't remember how many souls had been overtaken by him, until the fifties, when the rise of the leprosy village began to restore the forest to a gloomy atmosphere.

"I have seen that monk," said Xuanzi, "not only me, but your master also has some friendship with him, and he is a good man. ”

When Ma Sufeng came, Cha Wenbin had not yet been born, and the two cultivators, who were also addicted to alcohol, hit it off at first sight, and they were uncomfortable drinking and talking about Taoism in this Zhongling Villa every day. I don't know where to start, but both of them sensed what was going on on the other side of the mountain, so they walked through the forest to the other side of the mountain. In the face of leprosy, the two Taoist leaders were helpless, but they also met the monk by chance.

"His name is Chalmers, a Western monk," Xuan Qizi said, "although we have different beliefs, but he has a pure heart, and he does his best to comfort those helpless and abandoned souls, without him, it would be impossible for the town of Ma'an to live today, but you are going to tear down that church, in fact, this is the source of today's final situation." ”

"Church?" Cha Wenbin said: "It is still not demolished, senior, please continue." ”

The people of leprosy are naturally God-believers, and they gather in that church every day to pray for themselves and for their dead companions, day after day, year after year. And in the meantime, there was an incident in which a woman was wronged, and she did not have leprosy, but no one believed her, and all the letters sent out were lost.

Eventually, she hanged herself from the old locust tree in Ma'an, and the foreign missionary rescued her, and they were married.

"Married," Xuan Muzi said as he drank wine, "I also went to drink the wedding wine with your master, unlike us Chinese, they held a wedding in the church and made some flowers and plants." ”

People in the leprosy village began to die one after another, but the couple did their last bit by sending off one villager after another, and there were more and more tombstones on the cemetery. One day, she found out that she was pregnant, and the news made the people of the leprosy village ecstatic, after so many years, the first life in the leprosy village was about to be born, can you not be happy? The whole village was waiting for this little life, it was a very beautiful female doll, Xuan Jizi described: "Like a foreigner, but the eyes are black, the skin is white, the face is round, the mouth is small, there are dimples when laughing, and the hair is curly, I have never seen such a beautiful child." ”

"That's a half-blood!" The fat man added: "Half-breeds are already beautiful. ”

Everyone was very happy about the arrival of this little angel, and she was named Tian Tian. But only Ma Sufeng just shook his head and left after seeing it. Xuan Muzi asked him why, and he said that this girl had a bad life and should not have come to this world.

A few years later, a census was conducted in the leprosy village, and Britney was playing at the entrance of the village, and the census team was very shocked by the appearance of offspring in the leprosy village, so they forcibly took the child away. But how can parents say yes? A battle for the child begins, and in that conflict, Britney leaves this world forever.

"The head hit the stone, and both sides said that it was the responsibility of the other party, and the final result was no end anyway." "This incident laid the groundwork for today's hatred, and the child is buried right under the church, where Christ Jesus hangs. ”

"I can't find that location anymore." Cha Wenbin said: "What about his parents later? ”

The foreign missionary died a year later, and it is said that he was also injured in that conflict, and his heart was so painful that the whole village lost faith after his death, and the villagers died within three years, leaving only the woman in the whole village.

"According to the calculation of time, why is it an old aunt, how can it be ......" The fat man said: "I mean her movements are as fast as a ghost, coming and going without a trace, this is not like an aunt can do it." ”

"She's dead too," Xuan Muzi's answer was unexpected, before, Cha Wenbin and they thought that this matter must be man-made, and the person they saw did not look like a ghost.

"She is a resentful spirit," said Xuanzizi, "after death, a kind of evil spirit turned by resentment, this hatred is extreme, I have tried to dissolve this hatred in her heart, but despite my efforts, I have not succeeded in the end. Xuan Qizi said with some apologies: "Maybe my Dao method is not enough, she has only been dead for a long time." ”

Cha Wenbin asked, "Not long?" How long was that? ”

"Probably after she killed the family of four," Xuan Zizi said, "Killing someone, she once repented outside, she told me that she was going to see her husband and children, I once tried to light a lamp for her, but unfortunately the lamp has long been extinguished." ”

"No way," Cha said, "it wasn't her who killed the killer, but the child, who was controlled by dirty things." I saw it with my own eyes. ”

"It's really not her, it's her husband," Xuan Qizi said: "That foreign missionary, he has been in that church and has not gone anywhere, Wen Bin, speaking of which, your master is responsible." Back then, we discussed Chinese Taoism and Western religion with him, and that person had a deep understanding and a very high level of understanding, and some of the spells you know today are just scratching the surface compared to your master's back then. So you can feel his presence but you can't find him exactly, because he knows everything you know. ”

Another thunderbolt from the sky, Xuan Jizi continued: "When she died, this family of three completely fell into the devil's path, and the resentful spirit is immortal and immortal, unless someone can eliminate the demon in their hearts. Born of demons and born of iniquity, demons are more terrible beings than demons, and anyone who tries to get their hands on everything they have now can be killed. ”

"Old Taoist," the fat man said, "Since you know all this, and you are a cultivator, then where is your Dao heart, you have the ability to eat and cheat outside every day, how can you not do the serious things that your Taoist should do!" ”

"No, no," Xuan Muzi said, "What kind of serious thing should the Taoist priest do, is it to subdue the demons?" Demons are born for what reason, they should be destroyed for what reason, all I can do is to influence the demons in their hearts, if they blindly kill, what is the difference between me and demons? ”

"But those people are innocent," Cha Wenbin said: "Bao Erfu's family is innocent, and the third uncle's family is also innocent. Since it is indiscriminate killing, the disciples in my Tao should eliminate harm for the people, otherwise they will add a few more lives, are we cultivating this Tao for ourselves or for whom? ”

"I see the shadow of your master in you," Xuan Qizi said: "This is the difference between the two sects, I am from Zhongnan Mountain, and you are from Maoshan Mountain." The Tao in your heart is the avenue, the world that walks, my way is the path, and the walk is the self. But the world is so big, after all, there is no place for me to hide, once I also wanted to gallop with you, and the world's avenue to carry my responsibility, in the end it was just a dream, leaving a pair of stinky skins, and those flies and dogs mixed in the market. Since ancient times, the road is difficult to achieve, the road is quiet, I don't care about others, others don't care about me, right and wrong twists and turns have nothing to do with me. It is killing, it is anger, it is greed, it is lust, everyone should pay the price for his own actions, and there will be people who will bear these costs. ”

Cha Wenbin did not want to go to Xuanzizi to argue about the truth in this, just like Chinese Taoism for thousands of years, various sects have their own theories and systems. They also have different views on all kinds of this world, and his experience is completely different from Cha Wenbin, he is more like an epiphany who has experienced life and death and has already let go of everything, and what he guards is just the heart that still can't forgive himself.

When he left the next day, Cha Wenbin glanced at the plaque of Zhongling Villa, maybe Xuanqizi was like this old mansion, and he was actually dead. He was just waiting, waiting for that day to come, he knew everything, but he didn't want to get involved in it all. Just like when he left Zhongnan Mountain, he experienced those rights and wrongs, did he wonder what kind of situation he would have been like today if he had stayed on the mountain back then?

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Early the next morning, most of the fog in the forest had dissipated, and in the main hall, Xuanzizi had entered his own world with his back to them. The cumbersome scriptures are written day after day, and perhaps only then can he really find some of his original self.

"Stone, when this matter is over, go buy some daily necessities and send them over, and buy more wine and meat."

"Good ......"