Xiu Gu closed the door, and Yuan Yin left the meditation room with a few younger brothers and sisters.

Yuan Yin and Shuli, as cultivators, although the encounter last night was thrilling, fortunately, the injury was not serious, and under the operation of the meditation technique, they called on Ziquan's Buddhist spiritual power to nourish the whole body, and the impact on the body was also healed.

Shuli followed the crowd at the end, but he looked preoccupied, and he was still holding something in his hand, which was last night's "Mother and Son Xuanzhu".

He knew that this son and mother Xuanzhu had a constant relationship with him, and although it was not what he wanted, the calligrapher still reopened the relationship with him in the meeting of fate.

Shuli looked at the beads in his hand that were still glowing with a faint silver halo, one large and one small, and the small one was set in the large space. On the surface of the two beads, there are strange ancient characters circulating on the surface, forming a silver circle of light.

He knew that as long as he used his spiritual power a little, the two beads would separate and expand the aperture of light as he wished to protect himself or imprison others—just like he had when his father showed it to him at the book's house.

From the birth of Shuli, the family pinned their greatest hopes on him. Not only because he is the eldest son of this generation, but also because when he was born, he was lucky from the sky.

Listen to his mother, when he was born, the thousand-year-old pine in front of the scholar's Qiuren Hall, suddenly drove two cranes, and the crane on the immortal map enshrined in the Qiuren Hall is exactly the same, at the same time, the brass bell on the incense case is not automatic, hit eighteen times, the sound is clear, like a divine sound, and the crane is in harmony, the whole mountain of no return, the whole family of the calligrapher can be heard clearly, cited as a legend, and praised for a while.

So, the elders of the family agreed to name him "Li", the word "self-denial", respectively, two meanings, the first meaning is auspicious from the sky, ceremony, performance also, so the gods are blessed. He was destined to be extraordinary from birth, and hoped to be able to do righteousness and righteousness throughout his life, and receive God's blessings.

The second meaning is self-denial and revenge, and the world returns to benevolence, hoping that he can reach the realm that the sage said and help the world.

Such a grand vision is extremely rare in a calligrapher who has been retired for many years, and it seems too significant, but Shuli did not disappoint the family's hopes.

From a young age, he showed his genius side, and he stood out from the crowd in the study of various colleges, leaving him far behind his junior and junior students.

He has a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, that is, he can never forget everything, as long as he has read it, he can memorize it in his mind, which is indelible, which also makes him establish the status of a genius disciple of the calligrapher.

The master of the calligrapher Shu Mingxuan liked that he was familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics, and that he was studious and diligent, and had the style of the ancients; the martial artists of the Yingwu Academy praised him for his outstanding cultivation, superb martial arts, and the style of his ancestors; and all the junior brothers and sisters of the Weidao Academy admired him and looked up to him.

His life seemed to have started perfectly, and he grew up according to his family's wishes, and it was very likely that he would become another saint of the calligrapher.

Until that day, when he was carrying out the strangulation mission of the Guardian Academy, he met an elder by chance. This encounter became a turning point in his life.

The past was vividly remembered, and Shuli couldn't help but start to think about it.

On that occasion, the order given to him by the Weidao Yuan was the "Qu Ge Order".

This is the most severe command of the Shujia ancestral law: such as straightening the bend, reforming its roots, whether it is dead or alive. As long as someone betrays the family and endangers the clansmen, then implement the Qu Ge Order, reform to the end, cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill them all.

An eight-man enforcement team assembled and finally besieged the elder in a barren mountain wasteland.

The former elder of the calligrapher wore his hair and protected his wife and children.

The wife and two sons have not yet had time to transfer, the older child is seven or eight years old, and the younger one is still swaddling. He glared and looked around, trying to find a way out.

Shuli led the seven people to form an encirclement tightly, leaving him with no way to escape.

"Do you really want to kill them all? In vain, you claim to be a disciple of a saint, and you still ask for benevolence and virtue, and beg for a fart!" he scolded vigorously, his hair scattered and messy in the air.

"You are killing yourself! You only said that we would kill you, but you betrayed your family because of unfilial piety, took refuge in the Xuanyin faction, and opposed your family, because you were disloyal, and brutally killed the descendants of your family, and because you were unjust!

"When you killed the family members of the scholars, did you ever think of their misery? Have you ever thought of the suffering of their families? But what seems to be righteous words here is actually a big nonsense! Shouldn't such a disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous person be killed?

"Black who is close to ink, you will never educate the son of benevolence, you must still be a little traitor, a little devil who kills people! Kill early and reincarnate, don't enter your beast's house again!"

A junior brother next to Shuli is usually flamboyant, but at this time he has the demeanor of a righteous person.

Shuli didn't speak, just stared at the family with cold eyes.

"But they're just children!" the old man with a disheveled hair roared and began to bow his head and choke: "I beg you, let them go, kill me, you will complete the task, and the family will not pursue you." ”

Shuli's eyes flashed, and he said, "When you killed my junior brothers and sisters, did you think that they were just children to you!

He turned his head to look around at the few people, his eyes were hideous, as if he was in the family training, encircling and suppressing prey in the deep mountains.

The cold wind blew, and the blood drifted away.

Shuli and several people wiped the blood on the sword with the white cotton towel they carried, and the blue light on the sword of Shuli flowed, as if it was a pool of clear water that was not stained with vulgar dust, he gently stroked it for a while, was satisfied, and put the sword into the sheath.

Several people were about to leave, but they noticed that a monk suddenly appeared not far away.

The moon-white robe, with a kind face, closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it, and blocked them with his body.

Shuli and the others suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the timing of the monk's appearance was a coincidence.

"What do you want to do!?" the junior brother asked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you just come back from hell?" the monk opened his eyes, his eyes were warm, giving people a sense of calm and serenity.

"What hell!?Old monk, you don't insinuate here, we are killing people, but we are enforcing family law and killing people who should be killed!"

"Those who are unfaithful and unfilial will go to Hell and suffer in the pools of blood of Hell when they die, and those who strangle children will go to Hell of Urius and be crushed by boulders. Isn't it all back from hell?" the monk's voice was light, but it contained irresistible majesty.

"He killed my junior brother and sister, he deserved to die! As you said, there is no right and wrong, no evil and no justice in this world?" Shuli's heart tightened, knowing that if he was not good, he would definitely cultivate far beyond them, but he still resisted the oppression and gritted his teeth and said.

"Right and wrong, good and evil are indistinguishable, where it is so simple to distinguish and see through. Most of the killings, this is just a clash of ideas, why do you need to do this. The monk continued to reply.

"In that case, there is nothing wrong with that, so let us go. Shuli said, quietly grasping the hilt of the sword.

"You and I are in conflict, there is no killing. However, you have clashed with the idea of the deceased just now, but you have created evil karma. The monk replied.

"Nonsense!" Shuli became impatient, and with a bang, he pulled out the green snake sword and stabbed at the monk.

The monk shook his head slightly, folded his hands, and then waved, opened his arms and chest.

Spiritual power continued to overflow from the monk's body, turning into golden runes, constantly spreading, forming a golden circle of light, enveloping all of them.

The scenery in Shuli's eyes suddenly changed, as if from the original barren mountains and wasteland, suddenly into another space.

He saw that the man he had killed just now had come back to life and become younger, and he was holding the hand of a young woman, running among the meadows and flowers at the foot of the mountain of no return, and his steps were fluttering, and both of them were full of happy smiles.

The picture flashed, and it turned into Qiurentang again, only to see the elder kneeling in the hall, constantly kowtowing, and the elders in the clan were angry and angry, stretched out their fingers, and kept scolding him.

Shuli couldn't hear their voices, but he could feel the elder's piety, sincerity, and earnestness from the picture, and even saw the tears that kept sliding down his face.

Then the picture changed, it became that the senior sister and others led the crowd to find the senior, and in a cliff verbal conflict, they fought a lot, and the elders kept avoiding the attacks of the junior sister and others, but the younger sister and the others became more and more impatient, and the attacks became more and more fierce.

Suddenly, the junior sister stabbed out, and the elder narrowly avoided it, but he didn't expect the junior sister to use too much force, and she couldn't return as soon as she was recruited, and there was a cliff in front of him, he watched the elder stretch out his hand and wanted to pull the junior sister back, but the junior sister still fell off the cliff.

The picture changed one after another, and it became that the Shuli people were killing the elders and the family just now, and the picture was covered with their hideous faces and blood-colored light.

The next moment, Shuli saw that the elder had been thrown into a pool of blood, which seemed to corrode his flesh and bones, corroded his skin and muscles into red mud, and evaporated the blood, leaving only a skeleton howling in grief and pain, and poured into the pool of blood beneath him.

But in a blink of an eye, the elder was carried over again, his flesh and blood intact, but he was thrown into the pool of blood again by the black ghost, constantly repeating the terrifying scene just now.

At this moment, Shuli and the others felt a vibration under their feet, their bodies were empty, and they suddenly seemed to have fallen into a deep black-red hole, he stared at his frightened eyes, looked around, and saw that the black was coagulated blood, and the red was bubbling hot magma.

They felt the stench of blood and the burning of lava, and their clothes seemed to be set on fire.

In the midst of extreme discomfort, they only felt a black overhead, and a huge meteorite fell, and the meteorite flowed with red magma, falling rapidly, and coming straight towards them, they were like trapped in a huge dirty mortar, and that meteorite was a huge stone pestle, and it was going to crush them to pieces!

They wanted to hide, but found that the meteorite and the burrow fit very well, and wherever they hid, they would be crushed by the meteorite and crushed into pulp.

Shuli's clothes were torn, his mouth was dry, his mouth was blistering with blood, he looked up and stared at the meteorite, he wanted to shout, but his throat was dry and smoking, there was no sound at all, he wanted to swing his sword to resist the falling stone, but found that he had no strength to raise his arm at all.

In the midst of incomparable despair, his palm loosened, and the sword green snake in his hand fell.