The blind woman sighed deeply.

She had no way to comfort the Taoist in Qingyi.

The decaying body of this Taoist in Qingyi lived in the young man who was abandoned and betrayed by the whole world.

But when she left the Nine Curves Land, left the Baicao Round, and stayed in Chang'an.

She believed that compared with those places without laws and education, Chang'an's peace can easily soothe people's hearts. Chang'an has countless evil people, countless philanthropy, but also countless good people.

She also believes that if the evil thoughts in this world are rampant, even the closest people must be used, betray or abandon more evil people than good people, then the Taoist in front of her does not need to end with her own hands.

This world may not exist for a long time.

Xuan Qing is right.

How can the right or wrong in this world be clearly discussed?

Do not persuade others to do good without suffering others.

Everyone has their own reasons.

Who can say that Wang Youshan’s revenge is wrong?

However, since he smashed the world he hated as a weapon at Xuan Qing, he would hand over the victory or defeat to this world.

...

Time passes slowly.

The rotten flesh gradually separated in the fluctuations of vitality, and the corpse water slowly oozed out of the surface of the skin like sweat, flowing along the body.

This feeling is unbearable.

But for Wang Youshan, the most tormented thing came from the backlash of the methods he practiced.

He was under Xiao You's mind power and involved more malice from the world. Every strand of his true energy seemed to be cursed, trying to drag his body and spirit into the depths of hell.

When every strand of true qi is running, whether it is the body of Taoist Qingyi, which has long been unconscious, or his true body far away in Goryeo, he will always experience the pain of the true qi going against the flow, just like countless tiny dragon scales rubbing against the rocks and tearing his meridians.

Such pain may not last for an hour if anyone else had done so.

However, he has been with it for many years.

At this moment, looking at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda completely surrounded by the dark green light, he knew that Master Xuanqing was suffering more. In his opinion, the evil thoughts of those people in the city would breed like wild grass after the rain. Those people would eventually be completely swallowed by their evil thoughts and turn into evil ghosts. Master Xuanqing would eventually collapse.

One of the ground on the long street suddenly twisted slightly.

A practitioner with broken arms walked in.

Where he fell, golden light gathered, forming a golden lotus.

Taoist Qingyi glanced at the practitioner and smiled sarcastically.

He knew that this man was called He Huoluo, and he was the Vajra, the Dharma Protector of the Buddha Sect.

He also knew that this man wanted to come up and punch him.

However, even he could not kill in Xuan Qing's spiritual realm. Even if this guardian Vajra could break in, he could only get caught in it and could not do anything.

However, at this moment, he felt something abnormal.

Some true dragon mind powers that were originally connected to his aura disappeared quietly.

Among the raindrops in the sky, some raindrops suddenly disappeared, and even powerful practitioners could not find clues. However, the raindrops disappeared more and more, and the original heavy rain seemed to turn into a silent spring rain.

His brows frowned deeply.

"There are still people in this city who can resolve the true dragon's mind power?" He looked at the blind woman in disbelief.

The blind woman nodded and said, "It should be."

Taoist Qingyi stood up.

The moment he stood up, the blind woman was pushed away by the power emitted by him and landed on the other end of the long street.

The Taoist Qingyi walked forward two steps, and the flesh and bones on his body seemed to be unable to withstand the clash of such power, and his whole body completely collapsed.

His powerful spiritual power was still moving forward, and a blue figure walked out of the long street.

...

When Zhou Lu'er and Hei Tuantuan entered the spiritual realm of tea merchant Du Sanlang, the picture they saw was the last ray of setting sun falling on the eaves of Chongrenfang, dyeing the bluestone slabs into blood.

As the evening drums began to ring, the tea buckets piled up on the wooden cabinet in the tea shop had already piled up on the beams of the house, and Du Sanlang was plucking the abacus beads and crackling.

"The newly arrived Guzhu purple bamboo shoots are priced at gold. They look like distinguished guests. What they should want is this kind of famous tea?" Du Sanlang looked at Zhou Lu'er and Hei Tuantuan, stopped, and smiled while holding his beard.

Hei Tuantuan was stunned and he complimented at Zhou Lu'er, "Zhou Lu'er, what's going on? We entered the spiritual realm of these people before, and these people couldn't see us. Why did this person greet us?"

Zhou Lu'er grabbed her head, but she didn't understand, "It seems something is wrong."

Suddenly, the black group made a chewy sound, and it was a little furry all over.

The setting sun disappeared instantly, and the night spread at an astonishing speed. The faint green flame replaced the moonlight and formed a vortex. An extremely old Taoist appeared in the vortex.

Zhou Lu'er was also startled and then laughed, "I thought it was Chongqian."

The Taoist was stunned. He had never seen Zhou Lu'er's way of doing this.

This connection between the spiritual and legal domain made Zhou Lu'er instantly know his name, "So your name is Wang Youshan, you look older than Chong Qian."

Hei Tuantuan looked at Zhou Lu'er helplessly, thinking that you are such a donkey-headed person, what a rush to Qian? This is obviously the rat Taoist who Gu Shiwu mentioned. This is the real master of these evil dragon thoughts. OK?

Wang Youshan glanced at Zhou Lu'er and Hei Tuantuan, and then looked at Du Sanlang.

"So you used this method to resolve the True Dragon Thought."

He smiled slightly mockingly, "Is this kind of person worth saving?"

As soon as his ridicule sounded, Du Sanlang's neck was covered with tiny green scales.

There are rain lines falling in the sky.

Du Sanlang's eyes no longer had their existence.

He stood in the shop, cursing the plum rain weather. He opened the celadon tea urns, and yellow mold spots appeared in the new tea inside.

Hu Shang, who was full of belly, appeared in front of him and smiled and stretched out three fingers at him.

He can collect all this kind of tea at most 30%.

Du Sanlang trembled and invited Hu Shang out of the store. He looked at the other party's belts inlaid with emeralds and cat's eye stones, and his nails cut blood marks from his palms. He said that this batch of tea had problems and could not be sold. However, in the sound of the clapper at the third round, he secretly used flower juice to make the tea more green and green.

When the first ray of morning light passes through the window frame, the tea leaves in the tea plaque exude an emerald-like luster.

A shop specializing in old tea is opened in a corner of Xishi.

Whenever night falls, not only old tea is given to this shop, but also many tea leaves that are also moldy and spoiled.

These teas will be repackaged in the backyard, and then delivered to the West Market in the early morning, and then to a workshop in Yonghefang.

In this workshop, these tea leaves always turn into pleasant colors.

Du Sanlang changed into a new belt, which was also covered with emeralds and cat's eye stones.

"Boss Du, something is wrong with this tea."

An old tea chef carried a teapot and poured the tea soup into the tea cup in front of Du Sanlang. The amber tea soup looked particularly beautiful, but the old tea chef shook his head, "The color of the tea with Lao Chen is still good, but it doesn't have a heavy tea smell at all, but it has a bad smell."

"It must be that the person who sold me this batch of tea has a problem, so I have to check it out."

Du Sanlang patted his chest to relieve the old tea customer. He turned around and returned to his house. Various medicinal materials appeared in the largest wing room in the backyard of the house.

His wife, Liu Shiyong, and his eldest son, who had some intelligence problems, helped him grind the powder and tasted the tea soup made from the tea leaves after adding various powders to the tea leaves.

"Look at this tea again."

Du Sanlang held the white porcelain teacup and handed it to the old teacup.

The old teacook took a few sips and his eyes lit up, "This tea is thick, vigorous, sweet and sweet, and the tea is full of energy. After drinking it, the forehead sweats constantly. Good tea!"

A long line was lined up in front of the tea shop. Du Sanlang looked at the white silver ingots piled with money boxes, but he didn't notice that the handkerchief coughed out by his wife Wang was stained with thick sputum like smear.

His five-year-old son Du Heng went to play with his brother and found that his brother was sweating coldly while covering his stomach.

He saw candied fruit on the top of the cabinet next to him. He brought a chair to cushion and took it down.

The black fruit inside is really delicious and very sweet.

Du Sanlang said goodbye to a big tea merchant. When he came back from Xishi with a red face, he saw his youngest son twitching in a pile of moldy tea with his stomach in his hands. The black blood oozing out of his seven orifices condensed on his face like black tea leaves.

"It's a sin..." Liu was fascinated by phlegm. She went crazy and kept saying that tea harmed people. Du Sanlang locked it in the warehouse with chains.

Wang Youshan looked at Du Sanlang's blood-red eyes, turned his head to look at Heitutuan and Zhou Lu'er, and sneered, "Is such a person worth saving?"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lu'er said with a smile, "Wang Youshan, we didn't save him."

Wang Youshan was stunned. He looked at Zhou Lu'er, "You didn't save him? Then what are you doing?"

Zhou Lu'er smiled and said, "We just let him see what he has done in his life. We have done nothing else."

Wang Youshan couldn't believe it.

Hei Tuantuan could not accept this kind of doubt. It said, "If you don't believe it, you will be optimistic. The evil he has done has not been completed yet. He may have to do a lot of bad things next."
To be continued...