You can sit and talk about the world, you can stand and shine the candle on people's hearts, either you are a vain person who doesn't know the height of the sky, or you are a venerable person who is insightful in the world. Wu Shu preferred to believe that this old man was the former.

Because it is much less burdensome to kill a fool than to kill a Venerable One.

Just thinking of this, Wu Shu couldn't help but laugh at himself, pride, identity, honor, or conscience and dignity, haven't they all been soaked in the puddle in front of Yuanzhen's door?

"No, I'm supposed to be a good person with a clear distinction between good and evil. ”

Poverty and fatigue are not without cause, when people start to take care of themselves, they start to be indifferent to their surroundings except themselves, they will start to become poor, and fatigue will follow them.

After a long night of talking with the envoy, Wu Shu had a lot of ideas, and even the whole person was reborn. In the early morning, when Wu Shu walked through this long street crowded with poor people in the robe that had been very clean, his body seemed to exude a warm and jade-like light that slowly rose, forming a strong contrast with those tired people who were unclothed and skinny. Everyone unconsciously made way for him, but no one was interested in raising their heads to look at him, so they bowed away from the side.

"This ...... This is Wu Shu?"

"It seems to be him. Hey, what are you doing?"

"Holy! do something interesting. ”

A splashy man wearing only a pair of tattered red trousers broke free from the hand that was pulling his arm, and his two feet stepped the ground covered with black mud, leaning over and chasing after Wu Shu.

"Presumptuous!"

Splashy was stunned, but there was only a slight pause at his feet. Wu Shu's drinking didn't help, he sludge the mud on Wu Shu's head with a nonchalant smile, ten dirty black fingers passed messily through Wu Shu's long black hair, and even picked up Wu Shu's fair and smooth face and rubbed it vigorously, and finally wiped his hand on his robe.

"That's a lot better. Splash held his chin and admired this masterpiece with which he was very satisfied.

Wu Shu calmly scraped the mud off his face, looked at the splash in front of him and smiled, his smile pure and clean. Despite this, Wu Shu couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart: "Why should I call that useless 'presumptuous'?"

Splashy looked at Wu Shu and laughed too, as if he had discovered the happiest thing in his life, he couldn't help laughing, and ran away with heartfelt joy in his hands.

Neither Splashy nor Wu Shu are crazy people. If you say crazy, maybe this world is crazy. If you're in a slum, you should look like a slum, otherwise everyone will be uncomfortable. And in order to make myself comfortable, someone is destined to be even more uncomfortable - as long as it's not me, whoever the is!

Every slum is a realistic jungle, and the windows of those black holes are blown by the wind, and the wind whimpers like an ugly and strange laughter. Maniacs, liars, fools, thugs fill every dark corner, and there is no need to even hide, because the people here have become accustomed to it. It's like this dirty and slippery road, and everyone who walks on it is uncomfortable, but everyone has accepted it gladly. If one day the mud pond becomes tidy and the bluestone slabs are paved with a brand new pavement, they will start asking for a pair of clean and beautiful shoes, because the pavement of the slate will be awkward, and then there will be fine clothes, beautiful houses, and even food, money, and women.

This is this crazy and bottomless world, inch-in-command, insatiable, noble, poor, rich, beggars, in fact, everyone is struggling in the muddy pool, but they get the pleasure of stupid pigs, but no one thinks there is a problem.

It's a world that burns like a mustard.

"Wu Shu and his old mother have always behaved, why do you want to fix him?"

"Rules, do you think you're one of those noble priests outside?

"That being said, it's not good for us to bully the good, right?"

"Hmph, wearing a white robe is considered good? What do you show? Lao Tzu just can't get used to the smell of his body! That's not the smell here!"

"Alas...... In fact, the fragrance on those priests and masters is still quite good, similar to Wu Shu's. You don't know, last time I was on the edge of Fushou Mountain near Lanzhou City, I followed behind a priest and sniffed, and my body became a lot stronger!"

"Hahahaha! You smell the fart of those shit priests, right? Hahahahaha! Is fart also fragrant? Lao Tzu puts ten or eight of them for you every day to let you smell enough. ”

"Just laugh. Let me tell you, there are great benefits to carrying a sedan chair for the great priest. In addition to having an income of five silver coins per month, the body will also become very strong. Tsk, if only one day I could carry the sedan chair for these priests. This splash shook the tattered sleeves hanging on his arms, and he looked longing and envy.

"Look at your little bit of interest. Phew!"

"Why don't we go together? I'm sure I won't forget you. Guan Maoyuan, that bastard, is running errands for a priest sedan chair man, and he is arrogant. ”

"Does Guan Maoyuan dare to come back? Hmph! What is a palanquin man? When Lao Tzu turns fifteen next year, he will go out to wander around, and one day he will definitely kick over the sedan chair of the most bullish priest, feed him a few old fists, and rob him of his mother's clothes. I've heard that the priest's robe is smoother than that girl's skin, just like Wu Shu's!"

"Really? Wu Shu...... Why don't we rob the fuck? You've done it anyway. ”

", don't you believe Lao Tzu can earn it back?"

"No, no, no, of course Brother Xiang is the most powerful! Don't forget me when you do a big thing!"

Young people like to dream, and the scope and content of dreams are not much beyond the boundaries of imagination. Often what they think is earth-shattering is actually just a drop of water falling in this muddy pond, small, humble, pure at first, and then it becomes as dirty as the muddy pond, and even makes the muddy pond even worse.

But as long as you are willing to dream, there are enough pure things, and one day the muddy pond will become clean.

Yuan Zhen had always believed in this truth, but now, he no longer thought about it.

Yuan Zhen never felt that he had any dreams, and if he did, it was an endless nightmare, drowsy, dark, and bloody. But now, he has a dream, he dreams of his wife being resurrected. There were even a few times when he was so caught up in a beautiful reunion with his wife in his dreams that he didn't want to wake up.

When I woke up, the blade of the night pierced into my heart again.

Yuan Zhen pushed open the bedroom window and saw the galaxy like a whirlpool, running over the temple for tens of thousands of years. Occasionally, a few long flames slipped through the starry sky, and before they were halfway through, they were burned out, and the residual temperature was quickly smoothed out and covered by the clear glow spread by the starry sky. The "old tower" on the east side of the temple towers into the clouds to attract the divine light, filled with pale white cold light, and the three-story building where Yuan Zhen is located has never seen what the scene on the top of the tower is. In Shanzhou, those who are dying in the temple will enter the tower for three days, and they will die when they come out. However, whoever enters the tower will die without extinguishing his soul. The "Cunxin Building" on the west side of the temple looks dilapidated and bleak, although it is also towering, but the viewers all consciously or unconsciously avoid their eyes, or directly ignore it. Only Yuan Zhen is an exception, he always feels that there seems to be something unexpected about this heart building, but after watching it for a long time, he has no gain.

The temple has a history of 5,000 years, and no one can enter the heart building.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Won-jeong walked through the big hole in the wall that he had kicked out yesterday and walked towards the old grocery store.

At the beginning of Yin, it is advisable to open the city and establish a deed.

Yuan Zhen came to the temple early to wait for the Soul Purifier to summon him, but that day, the enthusiastic guard had already changed his face and ignored Yuan Zhen. At the end of the day, an old attendant in a gray robe came to report, and Yuan Zhen went to see the soul purifying messenger.

The Soul Purifying Hall was unusually empty, standing in the middle of the hall, there was nothing but six gray-white pillars, and there was not a single sound. Standing here, Yuan Zhen could hear his own breathing, could hear his own pounding heartbeat, could hear the sound of blood rushing in his veins, and stood for a moment, his ears seemed to have the sound of flickering bell chime and drum music, mixed with inexplicable, flickering music drifting in, but it was like a tough steel wire about to pierce his brain. The sound made him in a trance for a moment, as if he was isolated from the present world. This sense of alienation made Yuan Zhen feel a little intoxicated, but his ten fingers of his feet were tightly clasped on the ground, and his clothes shook slightly, as if he had smashed a layer of ground glass, and his consciousness entered the world again. At the same time, a distant scream from the depths of the soul dissipated with this shattering, hearing this scream, I don't know why, Yuan Zhen's heart shrank fiercely, he inexplicably knew that something seemed to leave him forever, although he didn't know what it was.

With Yuanzhen's collision, all kinds of visions dissipated and became invisible, and in the middle of the hall floated an old man who was as tall as a sword, with gray hair but meticulously combed. It was the first time he had seen the Soul Purifier, although at a certain moment that might have been the most important moment for him and his wife, he had not seen the Soul Purifier either. But at this time, he only had to look at it and knew that this old man was the Soul Purifying Messenger. Because he exudes a strange sense of neatness from the inside out.

"Maybe other people's souls are pure?" thought Won-jeong.

"Take a look. ”

The Soul Purifier just swept his sleeves, and a circle of mist swept away, revealing a row of tables and chairs on both sides of the hall. These tables and chairs are completely different from ordinary tables and chairs, as if they are made of clouds and smoke, but they give people a sense of hardness and sharpness, not like frost, as if a kind of nothingness is imprisoned by mana.

Yuan Zhen took a few steps back, took out four ebony boxes and opened them on the table one by one, and then his pupils shrank slightly, because he felt that the contents of these four wooden boxes had really become dead things.

"Evil Fangs, Evil Blood, Ghost Fetus, Yin Wood, nothing else left?"

"If so, you know it. ”

Yuan Zhen always thought that his wife's death was inseparable from this pure soul envoy, and even he killed it directly. Because his wife's death is too similar to his, the same as the slow ashes, the same as some terrible and evil embers, the same as the initiation of some strange and strange visions. This is the favorite technique of this soul purifier, he calls purification, or sublimation, and is even full of the ritual sense of righteousness.

Yuan Zhen once thought that if he was within ten zhang of this Pure Soul Envoy, he would definitely choose to kill him without hesitation.

And now, this man is thirty feet away.