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Chapter 675 Good and evil are in the heart

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    The evil spirit on Qingyang's body was so frightening that many monks couldn't bear it and were frightened so much that they fell back. Only the Xuanzhu could hold on. He looked up at Qingyang, and suddenly there was a hint of solemnity on his face. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha,  Qingyang, you are possessed!"

    Qingyang had just experienced the blood demon sect's counterattack against the seven immortal sects, and he completely dismissed the so-called distinction between good and evil. Now he had experienced the death of Old Taoist Songhe. It was at the moment when his mind was unstable, so he shouted: "What?  Bullshit demons are not demons? As long as they are strong enough, won¡¯t the Blood Demon Cult still be popular? As long as I can save my master, I don¡¯t mind killing everyone in the world.¡±

    Facing the evil Qingyang, Xuanzhu showed no fear and said: "Good and evil are in your heart. If you think killing us can save Master Songhe, then do it."

    A stern look flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and he waved his palms to take action, but in the end he didn't make up his mind to kill the three monks because they deserved what they deserved. Killing the monk of Qinglong Temple was a bit far-fetched.  Especially this Xuanzhu, whom I have known since childhood. Over the years, my master has lived in Qinglong Temple and has been taken care of by Xuanzhu's master and apprentice. It means that Xuanzhu has been fulfilling his filial piety in front of his master on his behalf. If I kill him,  Isn't it repaying kindness with hatred?

    Thinking of this, Qingyang's movements slowed down, and he did not take this palm after all.

    Seeing that Qingyang did not take action, Xuanzhu continued: "There is no strict distinction between good and evil. The right way can do evil things, and evil spirits can also do right things, so whether you are right or evil depends on your nature.  Heart. The emergence of Master Songhe has happened in the past few days. He has already expected this. He has also told the monks of Qinglong Temple about his funeral. It has nothing to do with the gang of people coming to kill him. You killed Hu Xiaobei.  How can we continue to anger others when we have already taken revenge?"

    Qingyang actually understood what Xuanzhu said. The death of Master Songhe Laodao had something to do with Hu Xiaobei, but the relationship was not very big. He killed three of them, and the grudges were settled. If he killed others, he would  It's a bit expanded.  The monks of Qinglong Temple are weak and have no ability to stop Tora Xiaobei who is in the middle stage of Qi Refining. It is far-fetched to say that they are refusing to save him, and there are more than a hundred people watching the fun outside. Strictly speaking, they are refusing to save him. It cannot be said.  Kill them all, right?

    The reason why Qingyang was so angry just now was, on the one hand, because the demonic path had flourished recently and the seven immortal sects had been destroyed, and the depression in his heart could not be evacuated; on the other hand, he suddenly saw his dearest person die, and the inner demons were filled with grief.  If you are causing trouble, you will be unable to control yourself for a while.

    After killing three people in a row, and with this period of buffering, the depression and grief in his heart were relieved a little. Qingyang's mind gradually returned to clarity, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly faded. He was not a murderous person.  , nor will he indulge himself in killing innocent people indiscriminately.

    Seeing that Qingyang's condition was a little better, Xuanzhu took out a letter from his arms and said: "This is what Master Songhe put here for me a long time ago and asked me to give it to you."

    Qingyang took the letter and looked at it. It was the master's handwriting. Looking at the handwriting on it, it was obvious that it had been written for a long time and had been kept here in Xuanzhu.  Qingyang tore open the envelope and saw what was written inside: "Disciple Qingyang, I have recently felt that my end has come as a master. I am afraid that I will not live for a few more days. They say that the older you get, the more you fear death. But the old Taoist doesn't care. I can live a hundred years in this life."  I have been content for a long time. The most proud thing in a teacher's life is to have a good disciple. Unfortunately, I can't see you again before leaving. That's fine. I will leave quietly and you will be fine.  care¡­¡­"

    Looking at the familiar handwriting and the kind words inside, the master's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of his eyes. Qingyang couldn't help but feel a sore nose and a trace of mist in his eyes.

    Vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with a wretched expression coaxing a five or six-year-old child with a bunch of candied haws; vaguely, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with gray hair, taking a little Taoist boy with him.  He cheated the world; vaguely, he seemed to see that the little Taoist priest gradually grew up, and the old Taoist priest with gray hair finally had the opportunity to leisurely enjoy life; vaguely, he seemed to see that the old Taoist priest was willing to take risks for  The disciple stole it and evaded the immortal master's detection by pretending to be dead; vaguely, he also saw a dying old Taoist standing on the edge of the mountain every day looking forward to the distance, but never got what he hoped for.

    In the end, all the scenes disappeared, leaving only the soundless corpse on the chair in front of him, like dead wood.  This time, the master is really dead and has really left me. He will never be seen again. He is the only one left in the world.

    In fact, Qingyang knows that master will have this day sooner or later. Old Taoist Songhe cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. He can only be a mortal in this life. Even if he achieves the ultimate of mortals, he will only have a life span of more than a hundred years. This scene before him is what will happen sooner or later.  What happened, noWhat a surprise.

    Before Qingyang came back this time, he was mentally prepared for this, and even thought that his master had already passed away, but he did not expect that his master would persist until the moment before his return.  It's just a pity that, by mistake, Songhe Laodao died before Qingyang came back, and Qingyang didn't see him for the last time, so from this point of view, the three of Hu Xiaobei also deserved to die.

    People cannot be resurrected after death, the past is over, and Qingyang can't live in grief forever, and the old Taoist Songhe chose to persevere at the last moment, so he didn't take the initiative to seek death, let Qingyang completely cut off all thoughts, and let go of all worries  , so as to feel at ease in cultivating.

    "Master has good intentions, how can Qingyang not appreciate it?"  Everything just happened was just an expression of true feelings.  He has practiced for decades, and he still has this bit of self-control. He quickly adjusted his state, nodded to Monk Xuanzhu, and said: "Xuanzhu, thank you this time."

    ¡° Then Qingyang didn¡¯t wait for Xuanzhu and others to speak, he bent down and picked up Songhe Laodao¡¯s body, and walked step by step outside the hall.  The warriors outside the hall had seen Qingyang's method of flying from the sky before, and they also knew what happened in the hall. Seeing Qingyang coming out of the hall, no one dared to step forward to disturb them, but obediently let him go.  The road was opened.

    Old Taoist Songhe is dead, and the members of the Tiger Gang who came to cause trouble are also killed. The accident has disappeared and there is no excitement to watch.  Xuanzhu called the monks from Qinglong Temple, persuaded the warriors present to go down the mountain, and finally restored the purity of the temple.

    However, because of this incident, the image of Qinglong Temple in the surrounding rivers and lakes has become even higher. After the warriors who have experienced this incident go back, they will add fuel to the public about what happened here, and gradually the rumors become more and more outrageous.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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