I left the deep sea, and when the sun shone on me again, I returned to the pavilion, standing between the body of Mr. Wang and the baby.

For some reason, my body became unusually heavy, as if I had suddenly carried two huge burdens.

Sanshu took off his shoes, and his ears, hands, and feet were each clamping, holding, and inserting a stick of Tibetan incense, and six light smoke flew lightly.

"Mr. Wang, you left this 'grinding plate for life game' in advance, in order to deal with the current crisis, right? You have no thaumaturgy and no successors, this is God's punishment for you. About forty years ago, you raised a woman out of wedlock and hid it from everyone. Later, when you and the woman went to the Yellow River, she fell into a sand nest in the river and disappeared forever. There is no proof of this death, but you feel guilty in your heart, and you can't let go of it for a long time......" Miki said, and the six cigarettes slowly transformed into a young woman with a bewitching figure.

"It's her, it's her, Mangi, Mangi......" The voice came from my mouth, but it was Mr. Wang who spoke, not me.

"Yes, the woman's name is Mangi. If it weren't for this, you would have completed your cultivation and attained enlightenment. Unfortunately, you can never get rid of your sin and must pay for it. Thankfully, you passed on all your thaumaturgy to Mr. Xia, and you have successfully atoned for your sins, and you can now go. Miki said.

My left shoulder was light, and it seemed that one of the burdens had been removed.

"And you, wake up as soon as possible, and be a good son who protects the family and defends the country in the future. Miki said again.

This time, his words should have been addressed to the baby.

My right shoulder was instantly lighter, and I no longer had any baggage.

"Now, all the responsibilities on them fall on you, and I hope you can bear these burdens, defy difficulties, and continue to move forward. Miki said.

During the whole process, although I did not come into contact with Mr. Wang and the baby boy, their souls were once attached to my body, and we became a strange combination of "three in one", sharing the same body.

After they left, something had settled in my body and became part of my ideology.

I don't want to delve into what Mitsuki has just led because I've already got the results.

"My mission here has been accomplished. Miki said.

With a wave of his hand, the transparent tabernacle vanished, and the Wang family rushed over and snatched the body and the baby boy.

"Wow—" The baby boy burst into tears.

Miki nodded and sighed softly: "It's finally over, the father is the father, the son is the son, and the ethics code must always be put in the right position first." ”

The women who took the child screamed in surprise: "Crying, crying, the child is crying, great, let him cry a little more, exercise and exercise lung capacity." ”

"Mr. Xia, do you need me to explain anything?" asked Miki.

I shook my head: "No, now that the child has regained consciousness, a big stone in my heart has also fallen to the ground." As long as the child is okay, there is no need to explain. ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, the death of the Wang family and Tian Ding are just a farce. At the end of the play, everything will return to dust, the dust will return to the earth, the royal house will return to peace, and the family will be able to live a peaceful and happy life.

Only I know what Mr. Wang Zhenwu's perseverance has brought to the world. Inspired by him, I have crossed the threshold of Tianyantong, Tianertong, and Tianxintong, and I am no longer a layman, but a doorman.

The Wang family did not withdraw from the bamboo forest, but surrounded the pavilion and stared at me and Sanshu.

I beckoned to Wang Yongbang, who hesitated for a while before slowly walking to the pavilion.

In fact, there is no right or wrong between materialism and idealism, just as everyone in the world knows that "all roads lead to Rome", and it is okay to pursue any kind of truth, as long as it teaches people to "do good, do good".

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Lingzun Wang Zhenwu has helped me a lot, thank you very much. I hope that after you bury him, tell me an address, and I will go there every year to pay respects. I said earnestly.

Wang Yongbang nodded: "I will bury my father in Nanshan Cemetery, and I will tell you when the time comes." But there's one more thing I want to ask you, that baby, my son, shouldn't be sick? I've often heard people say that the soul is possessed, but I don't believe it. According to the logic of materialism, people die like lights go out, and their flesh is rotten in mud. Any kind of living organism, as long as it loses its life metabolism, will corrupt, decay, and eventually cease to exist. I can't explain what happened today, and I've been haunting it, hoping that you two can give me an answer. ”

When it comes to the source, difference, main purpose, and essence of materialism and idealism, it will be two huge philosophical propositions, which cannot be clearly explained in a day or two, a year or two. Even a professor of philosophy at a prestigious university could not accurately answer Wang Yongbang's questions.

"What exists, what you see in your eyes, what you hold in your hands, is the best and most appropriate, and there is no need to question, no explanation, no need to prove. On the basis of accepting reality, we encounter problems, solve problems, and successfully complete our lives, which is the true meaning of life. Mr. Wang, your father is walking peacefully and your son is healthy, and that's enough, isn't it?" I asked with a smile.

Those who worry about the sky are meaningless and will only increase their troubles. Especially for people like Wang Yongbang, who have never believed in gods and demons thaumaturgy, it is even more difficult for him to understand thaumaturgy in a short period of time than to ascend to the sky.

Wang Yongbang sighed: "I have really lived in vain for so many years of going to school, going to work, making friends, and living a life, and the truths I knew before are useless in the face of these things that happened today." Two, now I understand that materialism and idealism are just truths, and we can't stand at one extreme to refute the other, neither depose Confucianism from all schools of thought, nor burn books to block Confucianism. From now on, I'm also reborn—"

I am glad for Wang Yongbang's transformation, but unfortunately Mr. Wang Zhenwu has passed away and cannot hear the good news.

"That kid is healthy, don't worry. Miki said.

"Yes, I hope so, thank you both. Wang Yongbang said sincerely.

At this moment, the child was holding a sturdy woman, while Wang Yongbang's wife was extremely weak after giving birth, and was held by two other healthy women, resting against a thick bamboo.

"That's it, is it over?" Miki turned to me.

I was about to answer, when I suddenly noticed that the corners of his eyes were covered with two bloodshot streaks, and half of his eyeballs had turned blood-red.

"Bloody Pupils" is a bad omen, especially if it happens in a complex thaumaturgical layout.

"Master, are you alright?" I pointed to Miki's eyes.

Miki shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine, it's okay." ”

I groaned for a while and whispered to Wang Yongbang: "Mr. Wang, let your people bring the child back and I'll take a look." Rest assured, just look, no other questions. ”

Wang Yongbang did not hesitate, and immediately beckoned to the sturdy woman: "Bring the child over." ”

In this case, his wife reacted most correctly, breaking free from the hands of the two healthy women and stopping the woman holding the child.

"The child can't go anywhere, take it home, carry it home!" exclaimed Mrs. Wang.

"Just bring it over to Mr. Xia to see, it'll be fine. You women, you eyes are narrow, just hug them and take a look, hug them quickly!" Wang Yongbang shouted angrily.

Mrs. Wang shook her head desperately, her sweat-soaked hair was stuck to her cheeks: "No, the child can't give it to them, this is my son, I can't give it to them!"

Wang Yongbang was furious: "They are not bad people, they are here to help us." Alright, don't talk nonsense, bring the kid over—"

As he spoke, he walked out of the pavilion and strode over to Mrs. Wang.

"Let's go over and see, don't make any more extraneous things. Miki said.

I deliberately hesitated, fell behind him, and walked slowly out of the pavilion.

The appearance of the three trees was an accident, and in a relatively stable feng shui pattern, accidents provoked changes, and the results of the changes often deteriorated. Therefore, whether the feng shui master is looking at the yang house or the yin house, he first requires the word "stability".

When he appeared, the word "stability" of the Wang clan had been broken and could not be maintained.

Wang Yongbang bypassed Mrs. Wang and snatched the swaddling clothes from the woman's arms.

"Yongbang, don't ...... Don't give the child to them, don't give them ......," Mrs. Wang cried, reaching out in vain and grabbing Wang Yongbang's shirt.

Wang Yongbang struggled, and Mrs. Wang fell to the ground with a thud.

Sanshu walked more and more urgently, like the wind under his feet, he met with Wang Yongbang within half a minute, and held the swaddling clothes in his arms.

I calmly followed, standing behind Mishu's side.

"The child is cute, isn't it? It's all settled, isn't it?" Miki looked down at the baby's face.

At this moment, his eyes were even redder, and his eyeballs had been completely wrapped in fine red bloodshots, and he could not see a trace of the original black and white color.

Wang Yongbang was so close to him, but he didn't notice this strange change at all, just laughed and stayed aside.

"Give the children back to them. I said.

"Aren't you going to see it?" asked Miki.

I calmly replied, "Okay, now that I've seen it, give them the kids, it's over here." ”

Suddenly, Sanshu raised his arms and held the swaddling clothes high in the air, which frightened the Wang family members on all sides to exclaim together.

"Give it back, give it back to them, whose body is this? Give it back to them, who will give it back to us?" Miki roared.

I was engrossed in my gaze on Miki's shoulder, and if he was going to throw the child out, he would have to shrug his shoulder first.

This baby boy is the only hope of the Wang family, and nothing can go wrong.

"That's my child, give it back to my child—" Madame Wang cried out twice, and her body went limp, and she fainted.

"Shell, shell?" Miki turned around slowly, staring at me deadly.

His eyes had been flooded with blood, turning into two horrific blood balls.

"Put him down. "I just said three words.

"Where is my shell?" asked Miki sharply.

I can't answer because it was another accident.

The wind rose again in the bamboo forest, but the voice that inspired me did not reappear.

The people of the Wang family stood stunned, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Zhang Quanzhong, who had not arrived for a long time, appeared.

"People need a shell to hold their souls, what is the use of your shell?" Zhang Quanzhong asked in a rambling voice as he strode over.

"Why don't I need a shell?" Miki turned to look at Zhang Quanzhong.

"You know the reason, why do you have to ask me?" Zhang Quanzhong asked rhetorically.

I judged that there was another soul hidden in Mishu's body, and it was that soul that was making the voice at the moment.

"I don't know!" Sanshu grabbed the baby with his left hand and waved his right hand in the air, "Everyone here has to die, all have to die......! Hey, hey, hey......, hey

The wind grew louder, shattering Miki's wild laughter.

I looked around and found that although the layout of the bamboo forest was chaotic, it was roughly in line with the planting principle of "horizontal rows and vertical rows", shaped like a grid on a Go chessboard.

Miki mentions the number "three hundred and sixty-one", which is the total number of intersections produced by the intersection of the nineteen horizontal and nineteen vertical lines on the chessboard.

The total number of people in the Wang clan is thirty-one, far less than the number of "three hundred and sixty-one". This bamboo forest has been planted for a long time, and it is possible that some of the dead have been buried under the bamboo, and only these thirty-one people are missing.

"These people can't die. Zhang Quanzhong shook his head, "Today, I will secure these people." ”

"You can only replace one life with one life, say, who to replace?" said Miki viciously.

I interjected first and pointed to the baby boy in Sanshu's hand: "I'll change it, I'll exchange my life for him." ”

Babies are fragile and can't stand the toss. If you delay like this, if you can't wait for Sanshu to ask for your life, the baby will die first.

"You change him, okay, here you go!" Miki waved his left arm and vigorously swept the baby towards me.

I picked up the baby with my right hand and hooked the bamboo next to me with my left hand. As soon as I was swaddling, I circled the bamboo three times in a row, and dissolved the power of the three trees lightly, so as not to hurt the baby's internal organs.

The woman who was holding the child was so frightened by Miki that she didn't even think of coming to pick up the child, so she just stood with her back to the bamboo, trembling all over.

It's so chaotic outside, but the baby is already asleep with his eyes closed.

"It's enough to die one. "I looked at Miki.

"What?" said Miki raised his eyebrows.

"The roots of bamboo are connected underground, and even large bamboo forests are made of a single bamboo. If you kill a person and bury any one of the bamboos in this bamboo forest, it is equivalent to burying all 361 bamboos all over again. Therefore, you say that you need to bury 361 people, which is really wrong. I replied lightly.

"Growing from the roots" is a characteristic of this plant, and anyone with common sense knows it.

Sanshu was stunned, looked up to the sky and thought for a while, and suddenly shouted: "You dare to lie to me? These bamboos can't be rooted, I'll pick them up and see them now!"

He bent down and hugged a purple bamboo near his left with both hands. As a rough estimate, the diameter of the bamboo was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the part buried in the ground was more than three feet. If you want to pull it up, you need at least 500 catties of strength.

After being possessed by that vicious soul, Sanshu's strength increased several times, and his hands were lifted up at the same time, and Zizhu was pulled up.

Indeed, as I said, the roots of the bamboo derive six thick roots, which extend in six directions. In addition to the thick heel, there are countless other thin roots, all of which have been destroyed by the power of the three trees.

"Further down, there are more roots. Zhang Quanzhong frowned and reminded.

The three trees roared, dropped the bamboo, and bent down to pick up the soil in the tree pit.

Zhang Quanzhong took three steps back in an instant, and I also followed his movements and retreated. In this case, every action he makes has a deep meaning, no matter whether it is advancing or retreating, I just need to do it.

With a snap, a series of dazzling sparks flashed from the top of Miki's head, shoulders, waist, and knees at the same time. This change occurs only when hit by a strong electric current. Sure enough, Miki slowly fell, his clothes burned out of a dozen black holes, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of burnt muscles.

When Sanshu fell, a black shadow bounced on his body, and he instantly disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The shadow is extremely fast, and if I hadn't been staring at Miki, I might have missed the change.