Father Zhao reached out and snatched the water bag, swallowed a few mouthfuls, and gasped for a while, and then said impatiently: "Lao Tzu has lived for decades, do you want a yellow-haired boy to give guidance?"

Chen Bao'er was silent, just frowned, looking at the pouring rainy night outside.

Father Zhao supported the wall, stood up with difficulty, and drew a knife from the dead official and threw it to Chen Bao'er.

Chen Bao'er tried to lift it, then threw the knife on the ground again, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't swing it!"

Father Zhao laughed, and his tone was full of mockery: "Even if you know that you can't mention it, you will say less irrelevant words, which will make Lao Tzu feel irritable and slash you with a knife!"

Chen Bao'er was a little helpless: "I'm dead, and you can't get out, so you won't kill me!"

Father Zhao's expression gradually became solemn, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he pointed to the yellow mist that had gradually seeped in: "Do you know how to get rid of the monster?"

Chen Bao'er shook her head very dryly: "Monster, I can't do it, not even my grandfather!"

The joy in Zhao's father's eyes disappeared little by little, pulled Chen Bao'er's collar, and hissed, "Are you kidding me?"

Chen Baoer didn't like the feeling of being picked up like a chicken cub, and tried to break Zhao's father's hand, but he was very sad to find that even if Zhao's father was so weak, he still couldn't break his iron tongs-like palms.

In this way, Chen Bao'er had to give up, pointed to the yellow fog outside and said: "Until now, I still don't believe that there are so-called monsters in this world, even if there are, there will be no one in thousands of years, and people like us will never meet once in a lifetime!"

Father Zhao's expression became more and more fierce: "But you clearly said that evil qi will breed evil things, and now you have to change your words? If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, do you really think I dare not tear you alive?"

Chen Bao'er wanted to ask Zhao's father if killing people could really bring pleasure, but when the words came to his lips, he still held back and explained: "You misunderstood, according to Grandpa's annotations in the book, evil things and monsters are different, and that evil spirit, in different circumstances, the types formed are also very different!"

Father Zhao asked, "What's the difference?"

Chen Baoer said: "You let go of me first, it hurts!"

Father Zhao let go of his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Bao'er.

Bao'er meticulously tidied up her clothes and picked up a piece of firewood from the ground that had not been burned out: "Look at this wood, if it is burned, it will become carbon, and if it rains, it can grow fungi." In the same way, when evil qi gathers and encounters dead things, what is nourished is dead, and when it encounters living things, what is nourished is naturally living evil!"

Father Zhao was a little puzzled: "What's the difference?"

Chen Bao'er pondered for a moment and said: "To put it simply, there is no soul in death, and there is no soul in life! When most people die, the chaotic qi in their bodies will dissipate with death, and in such a situation, they will naturally not give birth to evil qi.

And a small number of people, even if there is a breath of chaotic qi in the body after death, which is eroded by the turbidity gas, the evil qi produced will not be too much, therefore, without waiting for the evil qi to nourish the whole body, their flesh has already rotted in the soil, in this case, there will be no death, it is impossible to harm people, at most, when it is dug up, a small amount of evil qi without an owner will make people who inhale it a strange disease.

Finally, although there is not much evil qi in the body of this small number of people after death, because of the terrain, earth qi, In this case, the corpse does not decay for a long time, and naturally gives enough opportunity for a small amount of evil qi to nourish the whole body, at this time, it is possible to form a dead evil spirit, and the dead evil has no three souls, and naturally there is no spiritual sense, therefore, even if there is a dead thing to form a dead evil, what the world sees with the naked eye is just a corpse with two white hairs, and it is very difficult to come out and harm people.

Of course, if you encounter those who have been nourished by evil qi for thousands of years, and finally give birth to spiritual consciousness, it is recorded in the book that the corpse demon is called, if the corpse demon is born, it is a disaster that no one can stop, but this kind of thing is almost impossible, and the required conditions are too harsh.

The living evil is different, the living evil refers to the accumulation of a large amount of evil qi in the body when the living thing is not dead, as the evil qi gathers in the body, the body of the living creature can not bear it, and finally the blood and qi are dispersed, and the flesh is dried up, such as walking with the corpse, but he likes to eat people and drink blood, unless he scatters his three souls with the art of cultivation, otherwise, no matter how you cut the knife and the axe, you can't kill it! It's just that since the living creatures are alive, the food is naturally the fireworks of the world, and in this case, it is difficult to give birth to evil qi in the body, even if it is occasionally eroded by evil qi, it will basically be as mentioned before, and die of strange diseases, and finally it will not be over, in short, it is difficult for living evil to appear. ”

Father Zhao didn't seem to hear the reason: "According to what you said, the evil thing outside is considered dead or alive?"

Chen Bao'er's mouth was a little dry, and she licked her lips: "Maybe not, you see, those few tooth marks on my waist should be a beast who got some creation by chance!"

Father Zhao was stunned, then a little disdainful, pulled out his knife, and was about to go out: "Brute, if I go to cut it, it can be regarded as revenge for my brothers!"

Chen Bao'er stepped forward to stop, a little anxious: "How can it be so easy, don't you want to know, what is the difference between a demon and an evil thing?"

Father Zhao stopped at this time, but his expression was a little irritable.

Chen Bao'er hurriedly said: "People can get aura to cultivate themselves, and all other things are naturally okay, if livestock meets aura and opens spiritual sense, and cultivates to the extreme, it is the so-called monster, and people are almost the same." If you don't cultivate to the extreme, or if you don't have enough chance, you can only be reduced to a mountain spirit and a wild monster, generally speaking, whether it is a monster or a mountain spirit and a wild monster, it will not hurt people easily, after all, cultivation is not easy. Unless, these beasts who have just opened their spiritual consciousness are entangled in evil qi and give birth to evil consciousness, so that they forget the original intention of cultivation and fall into the evil path, harming people's lives and taking people's essence, but no matter which one of these, you can't fight as a reckless man!"

Father Zhao listened, put his face close to Chen Bao'er, and squeezed out a sneer: "I can't fight, can you fight?"

Chen Bao'er was a little annoyed: "The book that Grandpa left me, I haven't had time to finish reading it, I just finished learning the method of arguing qi, and I see that I am about to reach several chapters, but I was arrested by you poor people as demon boys, otherwise, there may be a way!"

Father Zhao was angry: "You told me all this nonsense, in the end, you still have to wait here for death, do you mean that?"

Chen Baoer scratched her head and only said, "At least it will be more comfortable to die!"

Father Zhao collapsed, roaring and spraying Chen Bao'er's face with spit: "Why don't you just let me die?" Pull me to make it more comfortable for me to die with you here?"

Chen Bao'er was a little at a loss, and after a long time, he picked up the knife from the ground again, held it in front of Zhao's father, and made a serious idea: "You can kill yourself!"

It's just that seeing Zhao's father's fierce face, Chen Bao'er hid in the corner very interestingly, he always felt that Zhao's father might really kill him at this moment.

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Two miles away from the village, the rocks on both sides of the road did not withstand the pouring rain after all, and they rolled down.

The stones fell into the puddles, and the splashes of muddy water scattered in all directions.

The whimpering wind finally cried down the swaying swaying sylphor tree, and the umbrella-like crown fell to the ground with a bang, but a few exclamations of chagrin came out from inside.

Two figures, one tall and one short, crawled out of the huge canopy in embarrassment, or the wind and rain were too fast, and the two of them poked out two heads, one large and one small, and then hurriedly curled up and drilled back.

The dwarf opened his mouth, but it was a crisp child's voice: "Lei didn't split us, little brother Whirlwind, you lost!"

The tall man was a little disapproving: "Change another tree, this time it doesn't count, the master said, the higher you climb, the easier it is to attract thunder!"

The short man nodded, but said, "Yes, yes, but I'm hungry!"

The tall man said, "I'm hungry too!"

The short man seemed to remember something: "Why hasn't Senior Brother come back yet!"

The tall man wiped the rain from his face: "I don't know, maybe I'm dead!"

The dwarf just nodded: "Oh, then let's go find him, I saw him secretly hide two meat buns in his baggage during the day, and they were wasted when they were taken away by the wolf." ”

Before the words could be spoken, the tall man jumped out, and then the short man rolled out as well, screaming and chasing in the direction of the village......