"You can imagine that once this memory is cut off, you will be a complete evil person from now on, and you will never be able to go back. No matter how much you try before, you won't be able to turn your fate around. ”

"I save it, Wenchang, I said a long time ago, as soon as this matter is over, I have to go, I am a saint, because of this mountain, my sin karma has long been washed away. ”

The Dao light in Xu Huaijin's palm kept writhing in his hand, as if a thought could cause great damage to people's souls, if this brilliance was cut off without a trace, all the past and years would be turned into dust, which was enough to completely negate a person's past.

"I personally sent my old friend's son to the mountain, and led my brother's disciple astray.

Wenchang, how do you say that?

What is it like to sacrifice one person to save the people's lives?

What is it like to save one person and reckless others?"

Wenchang Xingjun was silent, he looked at Xu Zhiyu silently, he knew that the old sage in front of him actually had his own answer.

But I know that the patriarch was wrong, and he gave up the small good to become the great good, and the fulfillment was not a great good, but a small evil.

But I don't think Zi Pingzi's argument is petty, so I've been looking for a way to have both worlds for so many years. ”

"Then Lao Xu, have you found it?

What is it like to sacrifice one person to save the people's lives?"

Wenchang Xingjun finally asked, and he saw that this old sage did not seem to be at the end of the road, but on the face of kindness and old man, another joy of gaining true knowledge.

"It is better to give up one person and save the common people, it is better to give up one person, sacrifice oneself for righteousness, and save the context of Chang'an School with the body of the last year.

What I cut is not memory, but my own body and the Tao. ”

Wenchang Xingjun was silent for a long time.

"You know, I thought that there were no true saints in the sanctuary of Chang'an Juku. ”

"And so it is, after I'm gone, they're afraid they won't put my clay sculpture in the church. ”

"You don't have to go. ”

"What are you talking about until now, Wenchang, you already calculated that I would be like this, didn't you?

If I don't kill myself, how will I face the patriarch who has become a human spirit when I go up the mountain? Wenchang, Wenchang, you doll is good everywhere, it's a bit hypocritical. ”

The old sage didn't say a lot before leaving, after all, this departure was a farewell in a sense.

"Xie Luming completely believes in any Muyang, because he thinks that he has invaded He Muyang's divine soul and occupied my brother's evil thing, and the reason why he has entered the game is also because he unconditionally believes that he can infect Xu Jianshan.

If I want Shou Yongzi to trust, I naturally have to cut off a loophole before going up the mountain, and tell this big lie as the truth. ”

Xu Huaijin smiled calmly, the light in the center of his eyebrows went straight into the Mud Pill Palace, stirring silently in the soul, wisps of Dao rhyme destroyed his past, divided good and evil, this complex old sage, after all, turned into an extreme villain, a pure self-interest.

In front of him, the figure of Wenchang Xingjun had long been gone, he opened his eyes blankly, a ray of greedy essence light flashed in his eyes, staring straight at Zhang Qinghe and the others under the mountain, and only the desire to survive was the strongest in his eyes.

Wenchang Xingjun looked at this old man who was caries and walked alone in a complicated way, and walked to the Luzi of the Yin Mountain step by step, and sighed to himself.

He once again looked inwardly at the pile of brocades that were quietly stagnant in the sac, and his face was dark.

"Fulu, there's another purpose here...... If you can make your Dao completely recovered through Shouyongzi this time, it is tantamount to getting the help of a saint again......

I started planning 10 years ago, but I lost. ”

Wen Chang took off the one on his waist and observed it carefully-

"I figured out that you would kill yourself up the mountain, but it wasn't me...... I didn't want to, and I didn't want to, but the teacher once again taught me a good lesson, telling me that there are trade-offs in everything, especially in Zhongtian, many things are bound to be incompatible......"

After that, Wenchang Xingjun held that and drew a portal by himself, and then returned to the little red sky-

Only this time, his figure was no longer calm, but a little lonely.

......

"Little Red Sky ......"

On the path up the mountain, Zhang Qinghe took out the so-called overhaul ink treasure that was said to be the residence of Wenchang Xingjun, and observed it carefully.

Although there is a way up the mountain, it is not, the back of the mountain is shrouded by mysterious power, constantly disturbing the spiritual breath, disturbing the mind, the front and back of the body are thick, constantly shouting black fog, the fierce evil things between the mountains and rocks waving sticky tentacles, the earth and stones on the ground are wriggling like a wall of flesh - this is not what the spirit sees, but as he goes deeper, the boundary between the spiritual world and the middle heaven is no longer clear, and the truth of the world can be shown in front of everyone.

Zhang Qinghe, Taiyin, and Guo Sicheng are people who have seen the world, but they are not surprised, but Zhang Qinghe only feels a little disgusting.

He took out this scroll just in case he needed it, and if it was time to summon Wenchang, he wouldn't mess up.

"You Mobao ......"

Guo Sicheng looked at the bright and flickering words "Little Chitian" and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qinghe was a little curious, although Li Mo had hinted that Wenchang lived in it before, he was unwilling to let go of any details.

"Nothing. ”

Guo Sicheng continued to climb the "mountain" unhurriedly, and randomly shook the demons and flesh parts of the unknown realm in front of him - that's right, the way up the mountain was just opened up by Guo Sicheng.

"It's really strange, I am clearly a fetal blood, but now I haven't seen the demons in the mountains fight back like crazy. ”

Zhang Qinghe frowned, under the asymmetry of information, he couldn't speculate anything.

"They are repressing, because He is also suppressing. It was a painful process to pull oneself down the path to the heavens, and even a Dao Fruit Immortal Monarch had to concentrate all his energy.

I happened to be going up the mountain at this time.

If I guessed correctly, the things in the temple look really calm now, and Xu Huaijin is also very powerful, but in fact, there is no room to do it in advance. ”

Guo Sicheng glanced at the mountain, as if he was calculating something in his heart.

"What about Xu Huaijin?"

"Xu Huaijin is the last line of insurance, he will not deliberately obstruct me, because my purpose at this stage is the same as Shou Yongzi's - I just want him to be pulled back to the world from heaven. ”

Guo Sicheng's deeds don't see supernatural powers, don't see Dao domains, don't see spells, people can't see through the depths, this road came to the end, he simply didn't bother to expel these evil things, but out of some fear, the black mist spread out layer by layer.

Zhang Qinghe looked at this military man with surprise - whether it was spiritual vision or the hope of the Son of Heaven, he was mysterious and profound, but there was no coercion at all.