The wind, frost, ice and snow, the north wind is cold, the rugged path is like a ladder, it is very steep, a little careless, fall off the cliff, that is the end of the dead body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Along the way, even though Xue Yueqing used to be a cultivator for the Sword King, she could fly all over the world, but she still walked very carefully.

The wind and snow blew on the face, with a slight tingling sensation, and it took several hours for the group to finally walk down Langyue Mountain.

No one lingered on the wind and snow behind them, Jiang Yu'er led the way, Xue Yueqing carried the old witch on her back, and the three of them walked towards the outside of the wind and snow area.

"Look, they did send someone to guard it!" The old witch suddenly exclaimed, and stretched out her trembling fingers to point out of the snowy area.

There, next to the ancient road, under the shade of a tree, two middle-aged men were lying horizontally, with their eyes closed, looking very leisurely.

"What to do? Passing from here, it will definitely alarm them, these villagers are murderous without blinking! "The old witch was a little scared.

"This!" Xue Yueqing touched her chin, in her peach blossom eyes, her dark eyes rolled, and said, "Little monk, you carry the old thing around this ancient road, and I will give it to you!" ”

"Okay, okay, good boy, you must protect the safety of the teacher!" Jiang Yu'er didn't say a word and carried the old witch on her back.

As soon as she turned around, Jiang Yu'er was like a frightened rabbit, slipping away like a sloppy rabbit, and it was long gone, Xue Yueqing couldn't help but scold: "It's really cowardly as a mouse, treacherous as a fox!" ”

Thinking of what happened to the old witch, Xue Yueqing couldn't bear it in her heart.

He was suppressed by the emperor under the Demon Suppression Tower for three years, and he suffered the pain of loneliness in his heart every day and night.

The wind and rain, the sun and the cold night, are nothing to Xue Yueqing, the only thing he can't bear is to be alone and have to survive the long years.

Every day under the Demon Suppression Tower, Xue Yueqing feels like a year, and time is as slow as a knife, making you want to commit suicide with a knife, and the memories of the past are Xue Yueqing's only companion.

Three years of training in the Demon Suppression Tower is already like purgatory-like torture for Xue Yueqing, even his mother, Emperor Linglong, has only been suppressed under Mount Meru for twenty-three years, and this old witch has been locked here by the villagers, and it will be forty years!

"You all deserve to die!" Xue Yueqing held the delicate knife in her hand, and quietly came to the two middle-aged men beside the ancient road, and without saying a word, she brandished the long knife and stabbed them directly at the chest.

"Zheng!" "Zheng!" "Zheng!"

Knife after knife, Xue Yueqing at this moment, his facial features were hideous, his face was stained with blood, he kept waving his long knife, slashing the corpses of the two villagers, and waited until his arms were numb before he stopped.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath and wiping away the sticky blood on her face, Xue Yueqing put Linglong into the sheath and turned to chase Jiang Yu'er.

Behind him, under the shade of the trees on the ancient road, there were two piles of flesh and mud that had long been blurred with blood, the smell of blood was overwhelming, and the bones were all cut into pieces by Xue Yueqing, and he ended up dead without a corpse!

On the top of a small hill five miles away from Lingnan Village, Xue Yueqing, who had cleaned up the bloodstains, relied on the sense of smell of the demon fox and finally found Jiang Yu'er and the old witch.

At this moment, it is the time when the sun is waning, and the sky is burning with clouds, and the golden light is shining, and it is sprinkled in every corner of the world.

"Old thing, don't you want to release?" Xue Yueqing sat next to the old witch.

At the beginning, three years after being suppressed under the Demon Suppression Tower, Xue Yueqing was in Qinhuai Tower, holding Kou Baimen, drinking sake, and wandering for six days and six nights, that was his release.

And the old woman was imprisoned for forty years in Langyue Mountain, and when she came out, she would also be released!

"Release? This is my release! The old witch pointed to the vast rivers and mountains in front of her.

"For 40 years, I have missed the fresh smell of flowers and plants, the shape of ants on the ground, and the coolness of the spring water in the ravine, all of which are new to me!"

"For forty years, I always used fear of heights as a reason, and then looked at the road leading to the bottom of the mountain, trembling, and never thought of giving it a go!"

"Child, when you easily carried me down the mountain, I realized that in fact, I was confined by myself for forty years, not those villagers!"

"If I could have taken the first step down Langyue Mountain earlier, I must have been free a long time ago, but unfortunately, in the face of that unknown, I chose to retreat!"

"I was scared for forty years when I walked down the road down Langyue Mountain, and it wasn't until today, with your help, that I realized that I already had the strength to conquer the road down the mountain!"

The old witch was talking alone, Xue Yueqing and Jiang Yu'er didn't interject, and listened quietly.

In the face of difficulties, sometimes we only need a little courage to take the most important first step, but how many people fall on this first step.

"Looking back, I was also young and lively, but now, only my dying body is left, waiting for death alone, and there are still too many regrets and unwillingness in my heart!"

"It turns out that freedom has always been at my feet, but I have never looked down at it!"

Looking at the majestic distant mountains, enjoying the warm sunshine, and feeling the extreme comfort of the autumn breeze blowing in the ears, the old witch died on the top of this unknown hill in this early autumn with dead leaves.

She looked at the eyes of the rivers and mountains in the distance, with vicissitudes, with novelty, with nostalgia, with melancholy, that kind of look, Xue Yueqing will never forget in her life.

"Apprentice, you say, she was happy at the last moment? Or is it sad? Or something else? ”

"I don't know!" Xue Yueqing shook her head silently: "But I know that she must be happy when she goes to hell, because there will be many people accompanying her!" ”

"Little monk, go dig a pit and bury her, I'll go out and make a fortune!"

"Okay!" Jiang Yu'er nodded in agreement.

Half an hour later, the sky was getting dark, and the river fish who buried the old witch in the bushes waited for the snow moon to clear and not return.

Occasionally, one looked up, five miles away, there was a raging fire burning, and there was even billowing wolf smoke, which seemed depressing and terrifying in the dark night.

Jiang Yu'er is not stupid, even Xue Yueqing knows that this free master is as cunning as a fox, which shows his IQ.

Seeing the burning fire, Jiang Yu'er's face changed greatly, and he instantly thought of something, and rushed towards Lingnan Village, which was five miles away.

Along the way, Jiang Yu'er ran wildly, and suddenly, he stopped in the dark night.

More than 20 families, nearly 100 villagers, at this time, all of this was buried in the rolling fire.

In the darkness of the night, the fire was so fierce that it burned all the evil.

It can be seen that the charred corpses that were burned in the fire, and the villagers who were all lying on the side of the road, without exception, were all cut to pieces by extremely cruel methods.

The river fish trembled and walked in the village that was engulfed in flames.

He even had a vague impression of these villagers, but after just a few days, they were already separated from each other.

The villagers all died tragically, and none of them survived, even some children and children of seven or eight years old were brutalized by gangsters, and even Jiang Yu'er saw two babies who were still in swaddling clothes, and their flesh and blood were also cut down.

"Help!"

Suddenly, a crisp and childish exclamation woke Jiang Yu'er, he suddenly looked up, only to see that in the depths of the village, a little girl with pink carvings crying pear blossoms with rain, running towards the entrance of the village, and behind the little girl, the demon with a knife was Xue Yueqing.

"Beast, stop!" Seeing that Xue Yueqing had caught up with the little girl, Jiang Yu'er became angry for the first time and drank violently.

"Zheng!"

However, it was too late, Xue Yueqing picked up the delicate knife, without any mercy, and directly cut off the little girl's head.

"Flutter!"

The little girl's head rolled to the side, her petite body was still running forward, and finally she fell to the ground unconsciously, and the broken neck instantly spewed out a sticky and thick blood spring, hitting Jiang Yu'er's face with a bloody smell.

"Beast, don't you understand what you're doing?" Enduring the trembling body, Jiang Yu'er roared at Xue Yueqing.

"There are many unpleasant things in the world, and you can kill them quickly; I'm doing the right thing for heaven! Xue Yueqing held a delicate hand, her narrow eyes narrowed, full of bloodthirsty light.

"You, you,,!" Jiang Yu'er was speechless, pointed at Xue Yueqing, and said 'you' twice, but she couldn't say a word after all.

"They are all demons, so why have pity?" The cold sound of the snow moon and the raging fire supported his back like a generation of killing gods.

"Xue Yueqing, my Buddha is merciful and can't bear to kill, although they have done something wrong, they can still educate, why do you want to hurt the butcher knife!?" Jiang Yu'er was angry.

"If all the people in the world are demons, can you educate them alone?" Xue Yueqing sneered.

"You're using strong words!" Jiang Yu'er roared: "Even if they kill people, why kill children, why kill babies, they are innocent!" ”

"When is the time for retribution, I Xue Yueqing kills people, and I have always cut the grass and eradicated the roots!"

Looking at Xue Yueqing's unruly and ferocious look, Jiang Yu'er's chest tingled, she took three steps backwards in a row, stretched out her trembling fingers, and scolded angrily: "My Jiang Yu'er has done good deeds all my life, reincarnated in the eighth life, and has not harmed any living beings, you go, I Jiang Yu'er, I don't need an apprentice like you!" ”

"I, Xue Yueqing, hold a knife to level the rivers and lakes, but I am so tormented by you, okay, good, good, I'll go!" Xue Yueqing was furious, stepped on the delicate knife at the moment, turned into a shock, rose to the sky, disappeared into the sky in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

That night, Jiang Yu'er found tools and dug 98 deep pits on the slope behind the village, and buried the 98 villagers in Nanling Village who were killed by Xue Yueqing one by one, and buried them in the ground.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, although this evil animal is stubborn, it is still my disciple!"

"The son does not teach, the father's fault, please also ask all the souls of the dead to rest in peace, the ascetic monk Jiang Yu'er, for the sake of your practice, I only ask you to be reincarnated in bliss this morning!"

At that moment, sitting cross-legged in front of the ninety-eight earthen graves, Jiang Yuer took out the wooden fish from his baggage, knocked on the wooden fish, and chanted the "Mantra of Death" in his mouth!

"May this merit be a solemn Buddha in the Pure Land. Report the fourfold grace, and the three hardships of the next aid.

If there is a person who has seen or heard, he has developed bodhichitta. Do your best to repay yourself and live in the Elysium together! ”

"Ninety-eight unjust souls, the ascetic monk Jiang Yu'er has recited the "Mantra of Death" for you twenty times, and I hope that Yier and others will break through the confusion and become enlightened as soon as possible, open their hearts, be free from suffering and be happy, and be reborn in the Western Elysium."

Jiang Yu'er stood up and was about to leave Nanling Village, when suddenly, the light of the Buddha descended from the sky, and a goddess fairy in white clothes fluttered, stepping on the supreme twelve lotus platform, holding a jade bottle, a little red in the center of his eyebrows, falling from the sky.