Be merciful and listen to the wind.

And when we talk about compassion and compassion, in short, it is just that those things are different from the evil and bloody past, and the things that kill people.

Yang Zhao listened to Bai Lian's narration in silence, and even vomited a little, because he had never seen such a terrible picture of hell in his two lives.

Thinking of the attitude between the righteous path and the demonic path, as well as Bai Lian's attitude towards compassion, I have a deeper understanding, but my own attitude has not changed.

Of course, he won't try to convince himself, because mercy and evil are the same thing, and sometimes there is no reason to talk about it, so he can only try to resolve the thoughts in his heart from other aspects.

"Over the years, I have been compassionate, and even the connection has disappeared, but my heart is still so painful. Bai Lian looked at Yang Zhao and Xiaobai quietly, and said: "But disappearing does not mean that there is no zài, and even the psychology of hiding in the shadows is even more terrifying, especially when I return to this space again, I always feel that some things will resurrect again." ”

Yang Zhao looked up at this vast and mysterious place, thinking about the bones he saw in the main hall, shook his head and said: "Although the master's mercy is only for his own purposes, he can't take everyone's compassion as an illusion, and thousands of years have passed, it is best to forget the things of the past." ”

"Forget about what happened back then, it's simply not going to be done. Bai Lian said seriously: "Every time I was on the night of the full moon, I would come to my mind every time, so I came out of the gap between the Netherworld and the Cultivation Realm on the night of the full moon, in order to atone for the mistakes I made back then, maybe my own compassion is just self-deception." ”

Hearing self-deception, Yang Zhao naturally had a picture in his mind, people sometimes do wrong things, and they are always deceiving themselves and comforting themselves, in order to atone for their sins.

Bai Lian continued to say expressionlessly: "All cultivators, whether they are righteous or demonic, have no true compassion, as long as the cultivation is for immortality, and when immortality arrives, it is for immortality, and all kinds of insignificant luck, they always have the purpose in their hearts, and in the end, they all want to reach the other side of the avenue, and they will do something unimaginable to themselves. ”

Yang Zhao was puzzled and asked: "Why do you want to be immortal when you have already attained immortality? And does immortality really have anything to do with getting the Great Dao? This may be your own desire." ”

Bai Lian nodded and said: "That's true, for the sake of the excuse of cultivating the Dao, the cultivators began to do things that were naturally intolerable to the heavens and the earth, and the only difference was that the people of the Demon Dao did more **, while the people in the Righteous Dao were a little more restrained, grabbing resources for the sake of immortality, so the cultivators would have no real compassion, and even the compassion of the people in the Buddhist Sect had a purpose." ”

Yang Zhao was silent for a moment and thought that this might be the real human heart, and the legendary battle of the gods in ancient times was a war between the people in the righteous path for the luck of their respective Dao systems, and even the legendary saints could not avoid it, he looked at Bai Lian and said: "So there is no such thing as good and evil in this world."

Bai Lian nodded and said, "If you don't care about the Demon Dao and doing evil things, don't you think this matter is very interesting? ”

Thinking of the legends he had heard before, Yang Zhao frowned slightly and looked into his eyes and said: "What the master said is reasonable, legend has it that in ancient times, Hongjun Ancestor opened the altar to preach, and passed on three thousand Dao Dharma, and the Demon Dao and the Buddha Dao are actually the so-called side doors of the righteous path. ”

Bai Lian was slightly stunned and asked, "Do you also know that legend?"

Yang Zhao looked back at the foot of the mountain that had long gone, and said softly: "Everyone has heard this legend when they were children, but no one knows whether these legends are true or not, and the things of the year are too far away, and no one will believe him, even if these things are true, and in my hometown I have always regarded these things as myths, they believe in Sanqing, Buddha, but on the other hand, they say that it is superstition"

Bai Lian listened to his story, thinking about those people who believed in their beliefs, but felt that these things were just ethereal things, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your hometown is really a group of contradictory and strange people. ”

And Xiaobai had already heard Yang Zhao talk about things on the earth, so he wasn't much surprised, but now it's a little funny.

The sky is full of still clouds, and the white light falls on the grass covered by the field, illuminating the heavens and the earth like the sun, and the aura here is extremely pure, so the line of sight is unobstructed, and you can see an altar at the end of the wasteland in the distance, which is the ultimate goal of the demon cultivators, quiet and beautiful like a place in mythology.

Yang Zhao looked at that place quietly, it was difficult to connect the story of his hometown with the legends in the current cultivation realm, the long past, and the history of myths.

At that moment, a large black cloud drifted from the end of the wasteland, occupying all the sky overhead, and the white light was hidden behind it, and the whole world was blackened:

On the pitch-black snowfield, near the altar, there were several lonely figures, and these figures were those demon cultivators looking for treasures.

Near the altar there were several rocks protruding, and suddenly the rocks moved, and three men in green clothes jumped silently from the rocks, exactly the same color as the rocks.

These three, rock-like men in green clothes are the old men in the group of demon cultivators, or the descendants of those people in the netherworld in this space, and they are the soul seduction messengers in the world.

After sacrificing the lives of the ninety-nine eighty-one demon cultivators, these three old men dressed in green clothes began to open the door of this mysterious space and dived into the depths of the space openly.

And the attitude of these demon cultivators is also different from those who have died, they are not here for any legendary treasures, or it can be said that they are paying tribute to their ancestors, although they have the same bloodline as those dead demon cultivators, but the people in the netherworld of this space are the closest ancestors of these three old men.

However, when they came here, they could hardly suppress the love of darkness in their hearts, as if they smelled the most fishy smell in the world, as if the bobcat roaming at night saw the rat that was burrowing, even though their faces were expressionless and silent as rocks, their hearts were the most excited and violently trembling, and it was difficult for them to help themselves.

Because of their education since childhood, the environment in which they have lived for thousands of years has given them some almost instinctive mental reactions, and the search for the legendary Netherworld is the greatest source of pleasure in their lives.

So when these three demon cultivators who were like cyan rocks walked to the lonely altar, they didn't think about what the result would be, whether it would cause danger to the world, they just wanted to find the source of the fishy smell, to find something that could comfort themselves, and the number of demon cultivators was very small, if they found that place, would they be able to make their race stronger.

A few slight voices sounded, and a demon cultivator slowly took off his cyan hat, looked at the altar with an expressionless face, slowly stretched out his legs and knelt down, and said reverently: "In the name of the Netherworld, I will come to worship the ancestors and ask the ancestors to tell us the direction of the other side." ”

An extremely faint black line lit up from under the palms of these three demon cultivators, this black light seemed to be able to penetrate the real thing, and it appeared clearly under this dark sky, and at the same time, even Yang Zhao, who was far away, could see the three thin lines clearly.

After doing this, the three demon cultivators slowly stood up, slowly lifted the hats behind them to cover their faces, and walked up to the altar in silence.

The black clouds covered the sky on the wasteland, and a cloudy wind blew, blowing their heavy cyan robes, crackling, and in the shadow of the green hats, a strange red appeared on the pale faces of the three demon cultivators, and it took them a long time to calm down their heavy breathing from excitement, and then walked over the altar.

Yang Zhao and Xiao Bai were awakened by this strange aura almost at the same time, but Bai Lian stepped on the pure white lotus flower and walked towards the altar without saying a word.

Bai Lian then turned around and said, "I felt the aura of the Netherworld, it should be something that those demon cultivators did. ”

Yang Zhao pulled Xiao Bai to take a look at the altar, and then it was also a sword volley, frowning at Bai Lian and saying, "I remember that there were still many people in them, why are there only three people left?"

Bai Lian looked into his eyes and said, "Of course, it is the price required to open this formation. ”

Yang Zhao looked a little puzzled, so he asked, "What price?"

Bai Lian spread out her hands and said, "That's the life of the ninety-nine eighty-one demon cultivators. ”

Yang Zhao frowned slightly, he had never considered this kind of problem, he didn't expect that these demon cultivators would sacrifice their own clan for their own purposes, this world is really a world of killing, and when they think that people in the righteous path will make such a decision for their own purposes.

The yin wind blew straight out of the altar, and three cyan figures like rocks appeared silent and solemn under the light that suddenly appeared on the altar, and that light illuminated the faces of those demon cultivators, as well as their expressions that were a little excited, and even began to be a little demented.

Why do they have such strange looks, because this is their homeland that they have not seen for thousands of years.

Even the white lotus standing on top of the lotus flower showed this somewhat strange expression, and I don't know if he saw the exclamation of a place hidden in his mind for thousands of years, or if there was some other reason.

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