Under this white light, the old man just glanced back, his face became even more sad, and muttered: "So what, it's good to hold on for one more day, it's good..."

Song Yin sighed lightly: "Then when the time comes, all the villages you want to stay in will become ghosts like your son, and in the end, the villages will be empty, and you won't get anything." ”

After hearing this, the old man became even more sad, and he looked at Song Yin almost begging, "Can you save them?" ”

Song Yin shook his head: "No, and I will destroy them, so that they don't hurt people anymore, don't ask why..."

The white flame rose again in his hand, and no longer bombarded with his fist, but threw the white flame towards the ghost thing that condensed his body, and the white flame enveloped it, pressing the ghost thing to kneel down directly, and constantly struggled in the white flame.

Song Yin looked at the ghost and continued to say to the old man: "It's just because I'm better than you." ”

"Just because you're better than me..."

The old man muttered in distraction, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How different is that from those bandits." ”

"Yes, I am no different from those bandits, they all impose their own principles on others, those who go against me will be destroyed by me, and those who follow my way will prosper."

Song Yin admitted without any hindrance, and asked rhetorically: "Aren't you the same?" ”

"Yes, it's the same with old decay, otherwise how would you keep accepting those jerky..."

The old man glanced at the ghosts, and then looked back at the half-humans, half-ghosts who seemed to be fixed, like puppets, but fixed looking at them.

"It's suffering..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he kowtowed to Song Yin again: "Since the immortal family is stronger than me, let's do it." ”

"Okay."

Boom!

Song Yin didn't say a word, he shook his five fingers, and the white flame that wrapped the ghost thing exploded directly, and the ghost thing was wiped out, and in the remaining white flame, as the ghost thing disappeared, there seemed to be a tall shadow, kowtowing to the village.

"My son..."

The old man's eyes were confused, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but the shadow disappeared in an instant.

This time, the ghost thing did not coalesce again.

The old man put down his hand tremblingly, was silent for a while, and then asked: "This immortal, if you keep saying that we are evil, then you can always conclude that you are the right way?" ”

"I don't know."

Song Yin said honestly: "I said that you are an evil way, but you definitely don't think so, you included human flesh and fed the villagers, the essence is to survive." Survival and survival are also the best principles in the world. So in your heart, you are the right way and I am the evil way. ”

"In the same way, if I kill ghosts, I will also destroy the existence of these non-human and non-ghost beings in your village, so that they will not harm people in the future, so in my heart, I am the right way, and you are the evil way. But the only thing that is certain is..."

Song Yin looked at the old man, his gaze was extremely firm: "The purpose of my Golden Immortal Gate is to help the world and save people, so I will always help the world and save people." Even if the people of the world are like you, they regard me as a bandit and me as an evil demon. ”

The old man looked at Song Yin's scorching gaze and smiled: "The immortal family has a good idea, the old man is here to congratulate him in advance, I hope the immortal family can always keep this heart, don't be like the old man, obviously he also wants to protect the village, but he has fallen into a situation where the village is not a ghost or a ghost." ”

"I will continue to do it, and I will let your situation disappear from this world." Song Yin said.

The old man closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "Then the old man will take the first step..."

As he spoke, he tilted his body and fell to the ground, gradually dissipating.

As his figure dissipated, the darkness that enveloped the village suddenly disappeared, and the light of the moon and stars shone from the sky, shining in the village, but before the light was completely sprinkled, the village disappeared, and even those non-human and non-ghost existences disappeared.

There are no buildings, no people, and all that remains is a wooden tombstone in the wilderness.

That village has been reduced to a humble cemetery!

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng's eyes widened and they looked around in disbelief.

Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth wide, pointed to these tombstones tremblingly, and said, "Teacher, senior brother, this, this, this..."

Song Yin walked a distance forward at this time, looking at the direction of the house where they had been staying, where there was no tombstone, only a dry bone.

"This ghost is not made by his son, but by this old man himself, and I saw it when I opened my eyes."

Is the old man a ghost?

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng were stunned for a moment, and soon, Wang Qizheng shouted: "Ah! There is no shadow of that old man! ”

He remembered that Senior Brother Fang Cai's white light was shining, and they all had shadows, but the old man had no shadows.

"But, senior brother... When you destroyed the ghost thing just now, that thing clearly turned into a human figure, and when you destroyed the funeral, didn't the funeral also turn into a human form? Zhang Feixuan was puzzled.

"It's just a trick."

Song Yin walked towards the dry bones and said, "The ghost is the embodiment of obsession, how can there be any sanity, just live according to obsession." You can't see it, but I can see it, as soon as the ghost arrived at the entrance of the village, he knelt down and kowtowed, and then took out a large amount of jerky, and I guessed that his son should have done the same before, so he turned into a shadow and kowtowed, and eliminated a little obsession from him. ”

The village is so dark, what can be seen clearly by that faint candlelight, only the same kind can see, and Song Yin's own eyes can see everything.

"As for this ghost, it was the bandits who broke in and killed it. Or is it really as the old man said, his son is to protect the village, and the grass is a coward... I don't know. ”

Did the people in this village starve to death, or did this old man turn into a ghost after his death, give birth to a ghost, and kill them... I don't know.

"Senior brother knew it was a ghost, why didn't he kill it as soon as possible, why waste his lips and tongue for this." Zhang Feixuan asked curiously.

Song Yin walked up to the dry bone, stared at it for a while, and then fixed his gaze on a long-rotten vine next to it, where there were still signs of rotting and barely visible rhizomes of wild vegetables.

"yes, I could have made this ghost disappear in the first place, so why bother... Because I don't want to. ”

"Thinking of this ghost, when I enter during the day, there are children who tell me not to eat meat, and even ghosts have a reason to act, let alone as a human being."

Song Yin said lightly: "Cultivating the Tao is also the truth, we must tell the truth to others, and let people know what we are doing." For example, we must understand and know how this ghost is formed, and we must know everything, so that we can better understand what we want to do, not only to inform the world, but also to enlighten our hearts. ”

He stretched out his hand, and a hole appeared in the ground, he bent down and carefully lifted the dry bone, put it into the hole, and buried it again, and then with a flick of his sleeve, a dead tree not far away automatically decomposed, and a wooden tablet flew in.

He stuck the wooden tablet into the mound, and then turned to look at the two:

"Second junior brother, I once asked you if the world is not good, and you replied that it was okay for me. But now, it seems that it's okay... It just doesn't work. ”

"The world I see now is too bitter, too sad, too helpless. Like this dark night, it only makes people's eyes black, so I will continue to encourage later..."

He waved his sleeves again, and countless white flames flew out of his hands, landing on these wooden tablets, and the white flames on the wooden tablets reflected the stars in the sky, shining brightly on the surrounding earth.

After he put it down, he stood in this little bit of white flame, like the moon living in the starlight, but it was more like the sun of the day, and the dark night reflected lost its color, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng stunned.

"The night is bright."