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At this moment, around the dense forest, near the location of the original bear cave, the head of the demon hermitage, Daoxian, was being nailed to the ground by several sharp wooden thorns, and blood gushed out like a spring along the wound. However, Dao Xian didn't realize all this, just stared at Fang Shou so quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After looking at each other for a long time, Fang Shou didn't say a word, just now, the fighting instinct in his body was completely stimulated, and a desire for battle was faintly inspiring him to experience more battles!

"How can it be my original intention to fight and kill? After all, I am still just a scholar......

To soothe the restless heart, Fang Shou worked hard to bring his state back to calm.

After a while, Dao Xian moved his body slightly, and immediately pulled the wound, causing more blood to spill out, he hissed lightly, and suddenly took out an object from his arms and handed it to Fang Shou:

"The Demon Nunnery Sect has lost all its Taoism, this is my sect's peerless learning, but it can't get out of the realm of mortal martial arts, you are a monk, naturally you don't look down on these, but if you have a heart, you can find a descendant for me and pass on the Taoism." ”

This is a string of dark black prayer beads, roughly looking, no more, no less, exactly twelve grains, Fang Shou looked at each other from afar, did not reach out to pick it up, but asked in a deep voice:

"What is this? And why should I help you? Just because you have fallen into the devil's path and wantonly killed innocents, I should let you be a violent corpse in the wilderness, and you will never be able to live beyond the dead!"

"Hehe, although I don't know much about you as a person, but if you act in the rivers and lakes, it is not decent, but a middle-school style that is both good and evil....."

Suddenly, he said such a sentence inexplicably, and the head of the demon hermitage coughed a few times, and his face swelled with a touch of ruddy, looking very painful. Coughing again, he turned to say:

"I don't have much time, so I made a long story short, this is the relic of my ancestor of the Demon Nunnery School, the rosary records the exercises of my school, often worn, it can have the effect of fixing the gods and driving away evil spirits, and there are no other side effects, you can try it if you don't believe it. As for the monk's spell, I didn't have it, but I explored it by myself during the period when I had the blood scythe, unless you also want to have this scythe, you still don't ask......"

"Oh?" secretly used his spiritual sense to test for a while, Fang Shou saw that there was nothing abnormal, so he took this thing from Daoxian's hand through his sleeve, looked at it a few more times, and found that it was just an ordinary rosary, so he put it into his arms and nodded ambiguously:

"Look at my mood. ”

"Hehe..."Seeing Fang Shou accept the bracelet, Dao Xian smiled hard, quickly took the sickle off his back, threw it at Fang Shou's feet, and told again, "Young man, you must remember that you must not be greedy for this thing...."

"If you die, you will die! What nonsense! We are upright, how can we be greedy for evil things?" Fang Shou suddenly became impatient.

Laughing miserably, Daoxian did not refute, but looked up at the starry sky through the treetops, tears flowed from his eyes, and read aloud:

"The 10,000th and eighth generation descendant of the Demon Nunnery Sect, Dao Xian, is ashamed of the teachings of the ancestor and master, strayed into the evil path of the Demon Dao, and committed a terrible mistake......

"Ten thousand and eight generations?" Fang Shou looked at each other coldly, secretly calculating in his heart, "The longevity of martial arts people should be longer than ordinary people, if one generation is eighty years, ten thousand and eight generations are also nearly a million years, and that has to go back to ancient times...... This old man is bragging, right?"

To say that the ancient era is a period of chaos in the world, the years of the rise of the heroes, and now many myths and legends circulating in the initial world, except for the occasional "apparition" incident caused by the monks of the Fang Realm, most of the rest, are traced back to ancient times, but in the middle, there seems to be a certain fault, so that the history has not been accurately inherited, so the vast majority of myths and legends have been listened to as stories by contemporary people.

"A mortal sect can have an ancient inheritance? hehe, this is really a ridiculous thing in the world. Fang Shou sneered secretly, and then he was bored and watched Daoxian's "performance".

Yes, in Fang Shou's opinion, although Daoxian's current atonement behavior is worth sighing, it is less than one ten-thousandth of the sins he has created.

"Master Miao once said that it is better to treat good people and evil people more evil......"

When Miao Shi was outspoken, he was sent to the school by the imperial court, and then he had the following insights.

"Remember, if you are a good person, if you don't have the consciousness that you are worse than the wicked, then you are not a good person, because if you can't fight the wicked, or if you are merciful to the wicked, you are evil. If you want the good to be demonstrated, the evil must also be severely punished, so that more people will choose to be good people. ”

......

Now recalling Master Miao's words again, Fang Shou looked at Daoxian's gaze and suddenly became disgusted.

"If he is wicked, then I must be worse than he is, or I will not be able to exalt good." ”

At this moment, Daoxian's voice sounded again, interrupting Fang Shou's thoughts.

"Therefore, today, the disciple uses the secret method of this sect - the song of breaking the soul, with my spirit, to suppress this evil thing, and hope that future generations will take this as a province, do not commit evil again, be less greedy, and turn back!"

The song suddenly sounded, and Daoxian's hoarse voice, at this moment, became no longer harsh, but in Fang Shou's ears, it became unprecedentedly grand, as if he had exhausted the ups and downs of the world and told the vicissitudes of the past.

"Long virtue and hidden, see the wisdom of the endless, fear and respect for life and death, realize the vanity of life, trembling on thin ice, flying dragon knows the world, and finally has to return to the place, everything is dust......"

A person's life is short and not easy, and it is done and cherished!

"This tune.... Seems a little extraordinary....."

After listening to it for a long time, Fang Shou was slowly infected by the singing, and his mind fell into it.

But inadvertently, he didn't notice that the blood sickle at his feet was actually at this moment, extending a trace of imperceptible thin lines, straight from his ankles, wrapping up, all the way to the back of his neck, but instead climbing, drilling into the top of Fang Shou's head Parkway, never to disappear again.

At this time, Daoxian, the head of the Demon Nunnery, who was already at the end of the crossbow, had dried up the blood on his body, and his face was upright, and the seven orifices were sprayed with granular, gravel-shaped blood-colored sand, and he didn't know what it was made of, fluttering in the air, and finally pouring down, falling on the blood-colored sickle, making the blood on its surface become more and more intense.

It's just that this richness is a little more vivid.

The last trace of energy in his body was completely evaporated, Daoxian's empty pupils stared at Fang Shou again, and half-sounded, he smiled, as if he had exhausted all his remaining strength, and said the last paragraph, farewell before leaving:

"There are many heroes in Xishan, only now there is a holy son, blood is sprinkled under the Wenyuan, and the righteousness is for the common people! Scribe Fang Shou, monk Fang Shou, isn't it the same person hahahahaha...... The more extraordinary a good person is, the more wonderful the world will be. I don't know what kind of myth you will create in the future? Hahahaha, looking forward to looking forward to it, but unfortunately not in the world, the old man can't see it... I can't see it..."

"So he knew me...... Wait a minute! Now that it is the second year of the Qianming Dynasty, and I am still young at this time, how did he learn about me more than ten years later? Could it be that when a person is about to die, there is also a power that can pass this person's soul through the barrier of time like this trial?"

Such a question is too profound, as if it is not what Fang Shou can answer at this time, he seems to feel tired, he leans on the trunk of the tree, slowly slides down, thinking back to the time from the re-arrival of Xishan, learning the truth of the trial, to the eldest brother of Wei Chi being slaughtered by No. 1, and then to the first time he saw the head of the Demon Nunnery, Daoxian, and then broke with No. 1 and others, and then was chased and killed by the three, and escaped due to the intervention of the old man, and then rescued the three of them in turn, and confronted Daoxian, but the other party was coincidentally devoured by the soul of the blood sickle. In the end, Daoxian's consciousness awakened, he repented, and made his own decision, and so on, this series of experiences made Fang Shou sigh:

"Are the wicked people in this world necessarily evil? Are good people necessarily good? How should we define ...... in the middle?"

After thinking about it and thinking about it, Fang Shou really couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and decided to take advantage of the night to rescue No. 3 and the others first, and then bury the corpses in the cave with good lives, so that they can be buried in the earth, and reincarnate in the next life to be a good family, so as not to suffer this flying disaster again.

The fate of the previous life, the retribution of the present life, the evil is cooked for the dog. Regarding the afterlife and this life, the principle of reincarnation of cause and effect, most of the beings in the initial realm are convinced, so even if Fang Shou doubts it, he will bury the dead according to the tradition to have peace of mind.

When he came into contact with the still warm corpse of Daoxian, the head of the Demon Nunnery, Fang Shou hesitated for a moment, and finally dug a separate pit and decided to bury it separately, so as not to expose the corpse wilderness, and join the lonely ghosts and ghosts in the outside world. And the reason why Fang Shou was reluctant to bury him with the souls of the dead in the cave was because he thought of-

"When is the time for retribution, death is dead, then you will laugh at the grudge, and in the next life, you will not have to have anything to do with it again......"