Madness and sanity.

Hatred and kindness.

In his heart, heaven and man are at war, life and death are fierce, Fu Lou is sometimes sober and wise, sometimes crazy and awe-inspiring, and he is really in dire straits, in great pain, handsome and hideous.

A former sage once said, "As good as a person is, he can be as evil." This is how it is explained, only when people understand what evil is, can they understand what is good, and good and evil are opposites and companions. As the saying goes: If you don't understand evil, how can you know good? Doing evil and doing good are just a thought, and it is more of a choice.

Fu Lou was familiar with the monasticism and morality of the sages of the righteous path, and he had also been deeply influenced by kindness and righteousness, and he explained in detail what behaviors were evil and which should not be done. When the good heart gradually fades away, evil deeds will rise, and what should not be done will become what can be done.

In his heart, Fu Lou was not completely lost, and even knew that the situation was not good, and the conflict between the concept of Qing Xiu and Demon Yin for many years made him confused, and he needed time to sort it out.

If it is usual, the evil thoughts will be extinguished by the righteous thoughts as soon as they arise, and the kind of righteous thoughts that go deep into the bone marrow are too powerful, and even Fu Lou can't even detect that there have been evil thoughts. However, today he did not do it.

Over the years, he has encountered many difficulties, a lot of confusion, a lot of unfairness, and even a lot of grievances, and even a lot of grievances, and he has a deep concern and protection for his family and friends, but he has calmed them down one by one, and the so-called laughter and enmity are nothing more than that, and people who are not with great wisdom and wisdom can't do it at all. But in fact, these difficulties, confusions, grievances, and worries are just hidden in the ice, and are covered up by the righteousness of mindfulness.

But is it really gone?

The answer is: no.

Today. Under the erosion of the magic sound, there is a gap to vent evil thoughts.

This rout. It's out of control.

Decades of confusion, grievances, and worries have accumulated to be thick. All vented at this moment, it can be described as a thick accumulation, and the momentum is as earth-shattering as a volcanic eruption, and it can't be stopped.

Fu Lou has practiced for so many years, and the progress of his cultivation is still relatively smooth, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is smooth sailing compared to his fellow disciples. However, he has a truly fatal crisis this time, and if he can't survive it, he will become a qin demon. If you survive this hurdle, your state of mind cultivation will take a big step forward.

In his heart, Fu Lou felt that he couldn't pass this level, and even had a thought, and felt that the feeling of venting to his heart's content was also very good, so why refrain from it? In the future, you can do what you want, and kill if you want. As for those worries, since they are in the way, they will all be thrown away! No matter what kind of family affection and friends he has.

Boom!!!

The sound of the piano became more and more intense. More and more evil.

Fu Lou's expression was cold, evil, and murderous.

At this rate, a new Piano Demon is about to be born. As for whether Fu Lou can restore fù Qingming in the future. It's hard to say at the moment, but it's certain that there will soon be a catastrophe here. It is difficult for humans and animals to survive.

The Fire Cloud Crane King looked at his wife in despair and hugged each other tightly: It's over. Let's make a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

The two birds closed their eyes and waited for death, missing a crucial scene.

A sword light flew out from between Fu Lou's eyebrows.

"Compassion...... Sad ......"

Followed by. A long trumpet sounded, resounding into the void on the empty shore, and both humans and demons felt clear in their hearts. Even Wang Lao Wu and his group, who were far away at the gate of the formation, actually heard the Tao and looked at each other in surprise and joy: "Shouldn't you go back and have a look?"

The Taoist trumpet was sung more than once, and it seemed that there was an old Taoist priest hiding nearby, chanting the compassionate Taoist trumpet incessantly. The Tao of Compassion is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, reaching deep into the soul and thought-provoking.

Poof! Fu Lou spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows, as if he had exhausted all his strength after a dying struggle, and the playing action stopped abruptly, and then he drooped his shoulders sluggishly, looking extremely tired.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The strings are all broken, inch by inch.

Ten fingers cracked open deep blood marks, and blood fell on the piano dripping.

Fu Lou was full of anger, looking at the broken strings of Youlan Xinfeng Bingxinqin, his pale face flushed a little red, and he shouted angrily: "What bastard! Pretend to be a ghost and look for death!"

While scolding, Fu Lou glanced around, fiercely.

The Compassion Path is still ringing, but it doesn't know where it's coming from.

Huoyun Crane King and his wife listened and followed the sound to find it, and finally their eyes fell on Fu Lou, shocked and incredulous. The Path of Compassion seems to be from ...... It's not like it's coming from Fu Lou's body.

But...... Where is the one who sings the trumpet?

It can't be hidden in Fu Lou's belly, right? The Huoyun Crane King and his wife were stunned by their guess.

The small injury of ten finger cracking was a matter of moments for Fu Lou. You must know that Fu Lou's qualifications are perfect for the five elements, and after a long period of tempering of thunder and lightning and strange fire, he has already been a half-immortal body. In just a few breaths, the wound on the finger was healed, and even the traces were hard to find.

Fu Lou also gradually sobered up a little, and after secretly reciting the heart mantra a few times, he broke out in a cold sweat and regained his usual calm and tranquility. Remembering his actions just now, I couldn't help but rejoice. Almost, just a little bit of himself became a real piano demon. Fortunately, the Path of Compassion woke me up and saved me.

Which senior sang the word of compassion?

At this time, the golden lightning silently returned to his arm and slipped into the Purple Mansion. It was also at this moment that Fu Lou's consciousness paid attention to the Purple Mansion. Suddenly, his face showed an incredible look of surprise, and then he turned to joy.

In the Purple Mansion space, there is actually an extra sword on the soul.

With a movement of his mind, this sword appeared in Fu Lou's hand.

It is actually a wooden sword, the wooden sword is ancient and vicissitudes, no matter in terms of appearance and material, it is very similar to the small peach wood sword commonly used by Taoists. What is certain is that this peachwood sword is by no means an ordinary peachwood sword, with a thick ancient rhyme, flowing with a deep dark light of wisdom, and the words "Hui Jian" engraved with two iron pens and silver hooks on it.

Seeing the word Huijian, Fu Lou remembered a sentence left by a certain former sage: "Use the wisdom sword to break the troubles and thieves." Thousands of troubles are thieves, and it is difficult to cut them. Only wisdom can. A sword that can be worthy of the word Huijian is by no means ordinary. Especially the peachwood sword.

Fu Lou held this peachwood wisdom sword and couldn't put it down. Looking left and right, gently stroking along the sword body, feeling the righteousness coming from the sword body, he suddenly thought of a question: "Where did this sword come from?"

yes, where did this sword come from?

Although this peachwood wisdom sword is from the Purple Mansion, it is definitely not his own, Fu Lou can be sure of this.

But why did it appear in its own Purple Mansion space? If someone artificially put it in, it would be terrible. Then how terrifying is that cultivator who sings the trumpet of compassion. Unknowingly, he put his sword in his Purple Mansion space, is this still a human being? This is definitely an immortal, and it is a supreme immortal!

For the unrivaled strong, ordinary people will have a sense of awe.

Strangely, Fu Lou did not feel frightened, but had some familiar feelings. It's just that I think about it, but I can't always find a familiar source and basis. Just when he was puzzled, the Compassion Dao horn sounded again, and Fu Lou was surprised to find that the Compassion Dao was actually coming from the Peachwood Huijian.

Almost at the same time. A spark of memory jumped into my heart.

I remember that he was still intoxicated by the second melody of "Spring Water Dingdong Song" and just had an understanding of the third melody, that is, when his spiritual power was restored to the peak, the moment when his spirit was sublimated, it seemed that the Qiankun bag opened a door or a crack. It's just a flash of cracks. Unable to find traces, Fu Lou thought it was an illusion and didn't care.

Now it seems that the Qiankun bag hidden in the Purple Mansion should have opened a crack once. The Golden Lightning and the Peachwood Wisdom Sword came out at the same time and stayed in the Purple Mansion. At that time, Fu Lou was playing wholeheartedly. Didn't pay attention to the movements of the Purple Mansion.

Knowing this, Fu Lou was even less afraid. Hold the hilt of the sword in your left hand. The fingers of his right hand slowly passed along the blade of the sword, feeling the intimacy of the Peachwood Wisdom Sword.

The Tao horn sung by Peachwood Huijian is extremely clever, Fu Lou has heard many people sing the Tao horn, but it is not so profound, so shocking to the soul.

This sword is definitely more advanced than the so-called fairy sword, and it is definitely comparable to the Five Elements Gangtian Sword and the Seven Star Demon Slaying Sword, or even more sophisticated. It's just that...... When did such a strange treasure appear in the Qiankun bag, and why didn't I realize it before?

After thinking about it, the more I think about it, the more confused I become, and I'm afraid that I can only figure it out by entering the Qiankun bag.

Fu Louxiu's natural way is free and easy, and he is not entangled in this, so he will put this matter aside for the time being.

After putting the Peachwood Huijian into the Purple Mansion, he glanced at the Huoyun Crane King and his wife a few times, their eyes were full of fear of themselves, so Fu Lou smiled gently: "The poor road doesn't speak, and the spiritual shackles will be lifted after crossing the river and doing things." ”

After saying this, Fu Lou didn't say anything more, and sat cross-legged to breathe.

The Huoyun Crane King and his wife stayed aside in disbelief, not daring to gasp.

Wang Lao Wu, Wu Li and others also came, but they still didn't dare to come closer, waited far away, and started talking.

"The little Taoist priest is meditating, and the Huoyun Crane King is shrinking aside and doesn't dare to move, I don't know what he's doing?"

"Wait and listen to the music. ”

"Tsk, the music of this little bullet is very good, but it's a pity that it's too far away for us to hear. ”

"Be content, you, being able to escape from the crane mouth is the blessing of your ancestors. ”

“......”

"Whew~" Half an hour later, Fu Lou opened his eyes and exhaled a long mouthful of turbidity.

The tired look has not completely faded, the lip color has some blood, and the pupil color has basically returned to normal. Fu Lou took out the ice spirit silk, cut it into three feet and seven inches long each, and after refining it again, he installed the strings on the Youlan Xinfeng Bingxin Qin, and tuned it while installing it until he was satisfied.

Fu Lou stood up and made a few stretches.

From a distance from behind, no matter how you look at Fu Lou, it looks like he is stretching.

"Are you so tired?" Wang Lao Wu and the others were speechless.

Indeed, playing the magic sound is simply desperate, the arms are almost not relaxed, and the whole muscle is full of overexertion, even with Fu Lou's half-immortal physique, he feels tired, but he recovers extremely quickly. The most important reason for being tired is that the heart is tired, the mood is relatively low, and the sequelae of the magic sound are not small.

Fu Lou really wanted to listen to "Spring Water Ding Dong Song", but he was not in the mood to play it, and he always felt that everything he did was listless.

It's a pity that the apprentice Lan Caihe is not around, otherwise he can lie down and listen. I don't know how his playing skills are progressing, but Dasha's memory has been restored...... How is the cultivation of the other apprentices...... , alas, I am not very competent as a master.

For a while, memories flooded back my mind.

As a child, life in a small mountain village. After a little older, he took the Xiucai exam, entered the Immortal Sect, entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, guarded the medicine garden, stole into Taobaofang City, and practiced the Five Elements Gangtian Sword...... Later, he was forced to hide everywhere by the immortals...... Enter the world of the Five Elements...... Wait a minute.

Scenes flow in front of you like a picture scroll.

Fu Lou lay down sideways and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep, the stone bench was short, he could only shrink his head and bend his back, and disturb his legs. From a distance, it looks like a homeless man sleeping on the side of the road.

The group of people in the back was talking.

"What is he doing?"

"It's like sleeping, who knows. ”

"The ordinary Fire Cloud Crane King is all gone, but the Fire Cloud Crane King is still there. Uh, I said, do these boys really sound so good? ”

“...... Wrong. ”

"What's wrong?"

"I can't say it, I always feel wrong. The Fire Cloud Crane King is the king here, the top of the food chain, how can he be so quiet? Even if you have the patience to listen to the music, at least you will be able to say a few words. If you look at them, one stands on the left and one on the left, like the little Taoist priest's guard. ”

"Oh, they look like guards, and how do they look so weird. ”

"By the way, who sang those trumpets just now?"

"It's definitely not that little Taoist, he doesn't have this ability. ”

"Well, the Fire Cloud Crane King definitely can't sing the trumpet, so who could it be......?

"It can't be the hand in the sky, right?"

“...... Don't scare me. (To be continued......)

PS：............

Thanks to the book friend "Vortex 159".