The Taoist Qingyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the cracks on his face slightly cracked, as if countless mouths were smiling slightly, "Do you do not care whether you are right or wrong?"

Master Xuanqing responded calmly, "Everyone has its own right and wrong in his heart. Everyone has different views on everything in this world, so naturally there is no unified standard for measuring right and wrong. And his mood changes all the time. Today you think it is right, tomorrow you may think it is wrong, who can judge right and wrong in this world?"

Taoist Qingyi looked at Master Xuanqing, "If you don't argue with others, you don't know whether you are right or wrong, and you will practice silent words or save others. So where do you practice Buddhism?"

Master Xuanqing smiled and said, "This world is very strange. I don't speak or take action, but people all think that I am profound in Buddhism. Why do you think this is?"

Taoist Qingyi thought about it, but was puzzled for a moment.

He said he was making a mysterious thing? But all Buddhist disciples in Chang'an never pretended to be mysterious thing. To the outside world, Master Xuanqing did not even appear in any Buddhist rituals in Chang'an. People in Chang'an could not see the monks of the Buddhist sect respecting Xuanqing. He had never shown any miracles. He just kept silent and looked at Chang'an quietly. Why do people in the world think that his Buddhist sect was profound?

Master Xuanqing looked at Taoist Qingyi and said calmly, "After the Buddhist monks met me, I don't tell the truth, they can understand some truths themselves. The path they took was not the way I deliberately guided them. This may be the Dharma I practiced. The Dharma I practiced may be to let people see more differences in this world."

The Taoist Qingyi suddenly laughed and said, "You don't preach Buddhism, no matter whether you are right or wrong, but you killed more than 170 people in the Nine Curves Land, and fell into a pool of blood and became demons. Those border troops hid you in the circle of white grass. Why is this?"

Master Xuanqing glanced at Taoist Qingyi, and saw the corpse spots in Taoist Qingyi's neck. His eyes then seemed to penetrate the body of Taoist Qingyi, passed through the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, passed through the years, saw the morning many years ago, and also saw himself many years ago.

When the mist at the fifth bend of the Yellow River flowed through the Hongliu Beach, the dew was condensed into frost beads along the tendons of the reed leaves.

The river was covered with blue-gray ripples, like countless pieces of shark silk being crushed by the morning breeze, which lifted the stars that had sunk at the bottom of the river last night into the water mist. The ice that fell on the rock cliff on the other side suddenly exploded, shocking three or five sand swallows. When the tips of the wings swept through the mist, they actually drew a light golden crack in the void - it was the first ray of light that the first sun penetrated the snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

The woodcutter Wang San walked over the frost grass. The firewood bundle behind him was higher than above his head, and the shadows leaked from the cracks of the dead branches formed a twisted totem on the silver-white river beach.

When Xuanqing saw Wang San, the mountain wind turned sharply. The dusk mist was torn open at this time. The entire river beach suddenly lit up. The river water turned out to be melted gold liquid, stretching Wang San's shadow on the stone wall on the opposite bank. The stone wall was covered with honeycomb-shaped holes, and each hole was filled with ice crystals for years. At this moment, the sunlight evaporated from colorful halos, as if a bright light was lit in the cave of Thousand Buddhas.

When Xuanqing was shocked by this scene, Wang San smiled shyly at the ascetic monk who had never seen before. He bent down and cut a bunch of herbs. The purple-red grass seeds on the herbs rolled down. The frost on his clothes melted and flowed into his neck along the patch. At this moment, Xuanqing, who was returning to him, found that there were several eye-catching corpse spots on his neck.

Xuan Qing began to chant the scriptures, and his eyes were filled with glossy light. He could not see the woodcutter's traces of practice, but his unusual mental power was entangled with countless black gas.

These black auras are killing evil, and are evidence of the killing of similar ones by his supernatural powers.

He looked at Wang San who was picking herbs seriously and encountered the most serious obstacle to knowledge and views since his practice.

This man is not a practitioner who practices special methods. He should have died long ago, but he has not died.

This man was extremely murderous. He killed many people. In this case, he should have been swallowed by evil thoughts and had long become a real evil spirit, only knowing how to hunt blood and eat.

However, if it weren't for his corpse spots, even Xuan Qing would still think that he was an ordinary woodcutter from a distance.

Xuanqing did not disturb Wang San. He followed him slowly after Wang San walked away along the river.

In his perception, Wang San avoided the village with smoke from afar.

The village built on the hillside and facing the river is the only settlement of herders and hunters within a radius of dozens of miles.

He always thought that Wang San should have lived in this village, but Wang San spent another half a day to reach a barren mountain far away from this village.

When Wang San climbed along the stone mountain with no mountain path at all to the hill halfway up a small hill, a happy girl's voice sounded from a cave halfway up a hill, "Wang San, are you back? I'm almost starving to death."

Wang San smiled, "Girl, tell you not to call me Wang San, call me Dad!"

The girl smiled and said, "My mother called you Wang San, and I'm also called Wang San, so I'm used to it."

Wang San smiled and said, "Then you call him dad and you will also call him accustomed to it."

The girl shouted, "Wang San, Wang San."

Wang San sighed helplessly, but the girl in the cave suddenly shouted sweetly again, "Wang San, Dad."

Wang San was immediately ecstatic and replied, "Hey!"

When Xuan Qing appeared quietly at the entrance of the cave, in addition to the smell of rotten grass, the aroma of food also spreads in the cave.

A girl who was no more than ten years old was eating and drinking happily with a wooden bowl. There were a lot of meat in her wooden bowl, all of which were rabbit meat and snake meat. Next to the firewood next to her, there were two roasted plant rhizomes.

But when she raised her head, Xuan Qing breathed slightly.

There were no eyeballs in her empty eyes, only her broken herbs.

The herb's grass juice solidified at the corners of her eyes, like purple-black tears.

Xuanqing walked past her, and the girl did not notice the existence of Master Xuanqing. In the depths of this cave, the stalactites kept falling cold water droplets.

Wang San lay weakly beside the corpses of more than a dozen young men. There was a ball of fresh flesh and blood in front of him, like a corner of his heart left after eating.

Several fresh corpse spots appeared on his face, and his pupils turned gray.

He did not find Xuan Qing wrapped in the energy, but just kept chanting scriptures, "I can't die. If I die, Xiao Nuan will be unattended, and she will die."

...

Xuan Qing's eyes were like walking through the body of Taoist Qingyi and seeing this scene many years ago. Taoist Qingyi was sitting quietly on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, but it seemed that he could see all this with Xuan Qing's eyes.

He seemed to have reached the depths of the cave and saw Xuan Qing sitting down not far from Wang San.

Cold water droplets on the stalactites kept dripping.

Xuanqing entered into meditation. When Xuanqing's spirit was connected with Wang San's, Taoist Qingyi also saw why Wang San and the girl were hiding here far away from the village.

An ancient sacrifice ceremony was being held in the River God Temple facing the Yellow River.

The incense burner in the shape of a three-legged golden toad was filled with incense skeletons offered by wealthy families in the village.

A group of crazy old people danced around the incense burner, and the shadows of the blue smoke of the incense were like poisonous snakes circling towards the girl kneeling in front of the pedestal.

The girl looked at the colorful silk threads wrapped around her wrist in horror. The other end of the threads was connected to a bronze bell hanging on a willow tree by the river.

Every time the bronze bell rings, a stream of sludge surges from the turbid river water, and a huge shadow sways in the sludge.

"He Bo gets married, and disasters will not arise."

An old villager slapped a bronze cymbal, "The virgin sacrifices, good weather."

As the sound of bronze cymbals sounded, strange mud sounds also sounded in the river. The dirty mud water washed ashore, and many thin corpses appeared in the mud.

Wang San's hatchet split the temple door at this time.

He was wrapped in an old fishing net and covered with clam shells. This was the only way to stop Hebo in the legend of the villagers.

Three days ago, he went out to help people clean up the woodland. When he came back, he heard that the village drew lots to choose sacrifices, and his stepdaughter Xiao Nuan was selected as sacrifices.

He knew that the selection of sacrifices was very problematic and unfair. Every year, there were never anyone in the wealthy families in the village who were selected. The daughters of the poorest and least powerful families.

No one dares to resist.

But he dares.

"Wang San!"

When Xiao Nuan's voice sounded in the temple, the force of the hatchet in his hand came from somewhere, and he cut all the holes into the temple, causing him to rush into the temple.

The people in the temple were frightened by his crazy appearance, and rushed in and picked up Xiao Nuan.

But when he cut off the silk thread tied to Xiao Nuan's hands and rushed out of the temple gate with Xiao Nuan in his arms, several young men threw out the anchors of the fixed boat and hooked him to the ground.

In the legend of villagers, Hebo's fishing nets and clam shells can be restrained but cannot resist the spears made by many young people.

These people's spears easily penetrated his body.

"Tao out his eyes and offer sacrifices to Hebo, so that Hebo's anger can be calmed."

An old man in the temple walked out, poked Wang San's forehead with a bamboo stick, and said.

"You let Wang San go!"

"Wang San! Don't die!"

"You want your eyes, I'll give it to you!"

Xiao Nuan looked at Wang San, who was covered in blood by a spear, and cried. When the villagers went to dig Wang San's eyes, Xiao Nuan actually dug out his eyes and handed them.

This scene scared these villagers and made Wang San, who had obviously no strength, jump up like crazy.

He made a frog croaking sound from his throat. He cut down two young men with a hatchet and fled to the village frantically.

More than a dozen young people wanted to chase him, but when they saw the fragments of internal organs flowing out of the wound on his body and looked at his eyes, all of these young people retreated in horror, and no one dared to rush up.

At night, the monsters in the river were constantly slapping the water, and the village was brightly lit. The old men who presided over the sacrifice before looked at the river uneasy and said loudly, "You must find that girl, otherwise the Hebo will be angry."

...

In the cave, when a drop of cold water on the stalactite fell on Wang San's forehead, Wang San saw Xuan Qing.

He looked at Xuan Qing helplessly, at the corpses beside him, and at the hatchet beside him. He whispered, "They still refuse to let Xiao Nuan go."

Xuan Qing looked at him without saying anything.

Wang San raised his head, and the water dripping kept falling on his forehead, leaving from the corner of his eyes, "Master, I know I can't stay in this world all the time. My body is already smelly, but if I can't stand up and wave the hatchet, they will definitely come and snatch Xiao Nuan and throw her into the river."

Master Xuanqing still didn't say anything.

But Wang San's eyes were out of sight.

His eyes also began to rot and dirty water flowed out.

"Will you help me take good care of Xiao Nuan, will you let her survive?"

Wang San suddenly relaxed and said.

Master Xuanqing didn't say anything, but just nodded seriously at him.

Wang San lowered his head.

Master Xuanqing walked to the somewhat warm cave outside and sat next to Xiao Nuan.

"Wang San, are you here?"

Xiao Nuan leaned on him happily, "You are warm today, are your illness cured?"

Master Xuanqing nodded.

On the mountain road, dense torches appeared.

He covered Xiaonuan's ears and let Xiaonuan fall asleep first.

There were countless noisy sounds outside the cave, and many people kept shouting, "It's right here! Sprinkle him with black dog blood and set him on fire!"

"Catch that girl!"

Master Xuanqing lowered his head.
Chapter completed!