On the third floor of the Shuiyue Building, Beiming stared at Jing Zhi, whose face was flushed, and his anger refused to disappear, and his heart was helpless like a river, turbulent and countercurrent, almost into tears.

"Beauty, I don't want to ban you, but your temper is too big, if I can't help you, you have to kill with demons." As he spoke, Bei Ming sighed, "If you can kill you, I won't stop you, if there are no demons in the world, I can't really be quiet for a while." But you can't kill it!"

"Woo." If you can't kill it, it's in vain, and you don't deserve to be an immortal cultivator.

"......" Bei Ming was amused, and grinned, "A cultivator with a murderous heart doesn't seem worthy of calling himself an immortal cultivator."

Jing Zhi, who was completely enraged, actually made her immobilization spell break a hole: "You-"

Bei Ming was startled, and hurriedly leaned back: "You shouldn't be able to kill Sanskrit, so you want to kill me, right?"

"......" Jing Zhi, who opened his mouth to speak, his eyes burst out with strong hatred, and he stared at Beiming fixedly.

There was a huge silence between them, and just when Beiming thought that from now on, Jing Zhixu would not have anything to do with her, he stuck his voice and asked with difficulty, "Why?"

The gloom of the beauty instantly pierced her heart.

As a god monarch, she really has no position to look down on people who want to fly to become immortals, demons, demons, and ghosts, but because she is a god monarch, she knows that there is nothing else in the two mountains except for the never-ending loneliness, so she can't understand why people, demons, demons, and ghosts are so persistent in the consummation of merit?

Is it just for eternal life?

But what is the meaning of endless eternal life?

People sing the praises of the beauty of a flash in the pan, but they don't want to be an epiphany.

"Beiming, you tell Poor Dao, why is this?"

Bei Ming let out a melancholy sigh again: "Jingzhi, do you think that when Sanskrit is dead, there will be no one to sell children by Chongquan?"

"Yes."

"What would you think if I told you that it wasn't a demon who bought and sold children by the Chongquan in the first place, but a human? In other words, if it was not a demon but a person who bought and sold children by Chongquan today, would you kill it?"

「……」

Jingzhi's silence made Beiming put away her carelessness, revealing for the first time the divine majesty that only immortals have, she turned her head sideways, and her eyes fell on the mortals who were still entrenched on the bank of the river, with an iron heart to trade with Sanskrit.

"Jingzhi, the world is very big, you might as well go everywhere, human tragedies like today are not only staged in Chongquan, but also in various places in the Qiye Continent.

In your opinion, if there is no buying and selling, there will be no killing, but since the success of heaven and earth, and the prosperity of the six tribes, the buying and selling have never stopped, and the killing naturally cannot be stopped.

You feel that all the evil in the world arises because of the demon, so you firmly believe that as long as the demon dies, then the world will be safe. But—"

The chaos caused by the appearance of Jing Zhi by the Chongquan has subsided, and the mortal took the silver from Sanskrit Yin with one hand, and pushed the child out mercilessly with the other.

Children who have lost the protection of their parents are instantly swallowed by the monster beast in the water.

Bei Ming turned around, and his gaze fell on Jing Zhi again: "Le Zhengxichen, but that sentence is not right, it's not that there is no trading, there is no killing, because killing takes precedence over trading.

The point of no return in the Jade Gate, you think that it is not evil for a family to kill a person in order to survive, so it should not be evil for a family to sell a child in order to survive."

Jing Zhi frowned, his body was tense because of Beiming's words, he pondered for a long time, and said three words again: "It's different."

"Huh?"

"Yes, people kill people to eat their stomachs, or women sell children, all out of helplessness of fate, but whether the demon clan wants to buy children or not has nothing to do with helplessness."

Bei Ming hooked his lips and laughed: "Jingzhi, do you know why they call Sanskrit Living Bodhisattva? Obviously, Fanyin bought their children's lives with a tael of silver."

「……」

Jingzhi couldn't ask, but Bei Ming replied, "Because before Fanyin took over Chongquan, the mortal who lived here to buy and sell children was only willing to pay ten cents to buy a child

The life of the Son."

"-" Jing Zhi was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Hmm." Bei Ming nodded heavily, affirming his statement, "Let me tell you one more thing, the reason why that person buys and sells children by the Chongquan every day is because children will become excellent nourishment for nourishing demon beasts.

And the vigorous growth of the demon beast will attract many disciples of the immortal cultivation family to come, and they will pay that person a high fee, and then pick a demon beast from the water.

Before Jiang Li became the Demon King, before the Great Demon Zeyu occupied Chongquan, it was people who controlled Chongquan."

Jingzhi smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to cover his face.

This person is really amazing, her talisman can only trap him for an hour, if there are a few more days, will she not be able to trap him anymore?

How long is it until the beauty transcends and becomes an immortal?

Beiming didn't even dare to guess.

"Jingzhi, if you really feel uncomfortable, why don't you give up cultivating immortals?"

Jing Zhi put down his hand in a hurry and stared at Beiming with a complicated expression.

Bei Ming didn't care about the other party's murderous eyes: "Otherwise, you are from me, from now on, we just eat, drink and have fun, and don't ask about the world?"

Jing Zhi pursed his lips, not wanting to talk to Bei Ming anymore, he turned his head sideways again, and his gaze fell on the riverbank, his eyes were full of powerless sadness.

Beiming shook his head and began to pour himself a drink.

Why is it difficult to cultivate immortals?

Because human beings have human nature, if they can't get rid of the narrowness in human nature, they can't achieve transcendence, and if they can't get rid of the spirit, how can they survive the catastrophe and soar?

For a long time, when the trade of Sanskrit was over, when the bustle on the riverbank receded, when the heavy spring was shrouded in quiet darkness, Jing Zhi muttered softly, "Is there really no way to crack it?"

What answered him was a faint sigh from Beiming.

Jingzhi may have a talent that is invincible to ten thousand people, but his heart is too pure, and he only wants to see the world of black and white, so he will not be able to be as high as the Heavenly Dao and return to gray chaos.

Jing Zhi, who couldn't get an answer, got up in despair, and before he said goodbye, he said to Beiming: "Poor Dao doesn't want to believe it, this is an unsolvable problem, Poor Dao wants to try it and see if there is a way to solve it in the world?"

Bei Ming held the cup in one hand and raised it lightly in the other: "Please."

For the first time, he saw Beiming's resolute Jingzhi, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly got up and walked out. Soon, in the hallway, his footsteps were too far away to be heard.

Bei Ming drank the wine in his cup.

"Banshee."

"Cough-" The wine didn't enter the intestines, but Jingzhi, who suddenly turned back, choked out in fright, "Huh?"

"Where can I find you?"

"You're still willing to look for me?"

Jing Zhi nodded: "Poor Dao is not a bad person, I know, you are helping Poor Dao."

Bei Ying curled his lips: "So what is the beauty going to thank me?"

"......" Jingzhi's expression sank, and he turned around arrogantly.

Beiming laughed and replied aloud at his back, "Nine doubts, three flavors of the book."

Jingzhi nodded and walked away quickly, this time, Beiming did not stop.

She said that she was not afraid of Yunqing, but was she really not afraid? If you don't go back, Xu Shi'an should go back to the world, and when the time comes, the immortals of the two mountains may not know how to run to Yunqing to sue for a big complaint.

Taking advantage of Zeyu's ignorance, Beiming Shun took a package of wine, and then quietly turned over from the platform of Shuiyue Tower, and as a result, he happened to bump into Sanskrit Yin who was full of loads.

「……」

Fanyin raised her eyes and looked at the top of the tower: "The female donor is stealing wine again?"

"How can it be?" She stole a few times. Besides, Ze Yu is generous, if she asks for it, Ze Yu will definitely give it for nothing, then her stealing is not a steal.

"The trail leader is gone?"

Beiming's face froze, and he stared at Sanskrit vigilantly: "Don't tell me, you also have a crush on him?"

Sanskrit was speechless: "Female benefactor, the poor monk is a monk demon who loves men and women

I really don't have any interest, but the relationship between the poor monk and the female donor is not bad, and I deliberately remind the female donor that the shemale is in love, and heaven does not tolerate it."

"Huh." Bei Ying sneered, "You should go and say this to your demon king!"

「……」

Shemales fall in love and end miserably, isn't it miserable for gods and demons to fall in love?

No, it's even worse!

Sanskrit Yin painfully scratched the three colored feathers on his head: "Do you think that the poor monk has not been persuaded? It is precisely because of the poor monk's persuasion that the three hairs on the top of the poor monk's head are still growing!"

Beiming nodded and praised, "Take a closer look, it's quite beautiful."

「……」

Angry into a big demon, Bei Ming's heart was comfortable, and when she and Fanyin staggered away, they suddenly paused: "No, with your Sanmao'er temperament, you will actually persuade the demon king?"

The four demons under the demon king, Yan Hua regards Jiang Li as a god, Zeyu and Holly are also in awe of the demon king, but Sanskrit is obsessed with chanting Buddha and is too lazy to care about the affairs of the demon clan.

Sanskrit Yin was silent for a moment, then stretched out a hand and made a gesture of pinching his fingers: "The poor monk watched the sky at night, and revealed that the immortal monarch Yunqing is my king's calamity."

"......" Bei Ming held his forehead and couldn't help but pat Sanyin on the shoulder, "Sanmao'er, it's okay to read the Buddhist scriptures less, otherwise, it won't be long before you are really brainless."

Sanskrit Yin raised his eyes and retorted angrily: "Female donor, the poor monk is not joking. Mortals have always looked down on the demon clan, let alone immortals who are higher and higher than mortals?

The one named Yunqing looked like a humble look, but the poor monk could see the contempt and contempt he hid in his eyes.

How could he really like my king?"

Yes, you can't.

Fanyin depressedly tugged at the three handfuls of hair on the top of his head: "Poor poor monks rarely show their loyalty, and persuade my Wang Xianjun Yunqing to have ulterior motives, and as a result, my king almost cut down the poor road."

"Huh?" Northern Terror.

The reason why the demon king Jiang Li was able to become the king of the Youdu was that no one was invincible except for his ability, and because he had an excellent temperament, he rarely had trouble with any demons, not to mention that Fanyin was one of the four demons of Youdu, how could he cut Fanyin?

"Asking what is the situation in the world is a white bone of life and death." After sighing, Sanskrit clasped her hands together and shook her head, "Female benefactor, listen to the advice of the poor monk, although the little Taoist leader was born well, he will not be able to kill you in the future."

"Get out!" What night to observe the sky? It's just that he can't see others happy!

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