Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

At the eastern end of the desert, an old beggar in ragged clothes sat cross-legged in an underground cave. It was a desert, but the cave was covered with frost, extremely cold and eerie.

The rock walls were covered with red roots, swimming like earthworms. Sticky transparent liquid dripped onto the ground, corroding and evaporating into layers of white mist.

The old beggar suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked towards the west of the desert, frowning slightly.

"This evil spirit has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, and there are so many variables."

After thinking for a while, he slowly raised his finger to the sky and whispered softly:

"Tianji" saw a dead wooden cane suddenly appear as if tearing through the void, with a ding-dong sound, the wood made a golden sound, and landed lightly in the center of the cave.

Then the beggar put his two fingers on his chest and chanted:

""Ju Lu"

As the sound fell, the dark and terrifying scene, which was originally full of blood and distortion, suddenly appeared with dots of light. At first, it was sporadic flickering, and then more and more, until it was like a galaxy spinning and dancing in the entire cave.

It was as if the firefly eggs that had passed the spring had all hatched and flew out at the same time, and finally traveled together in the summer countryside, truly turning the terrifying cave into a beautiful place in the Wizard of Oz.

The starlight scattered in the cave and slowly rotated like the Milky Way. The rotation brought a strange pulling force. The terrifying and evil vines in the huge cave kept trembling and twitching, and made terrifying wails like living things.

They wanted to struggle But it was of no avail. The vines slowly collapsed, crackling and bursting, and thick black blood spilled.

The blood immediately crackled as it left the vines, and the smell of burning filled the air. Eventually, it evaporated and turned into small red flames the size of beans. The moment the small flames appeared, the frost in the cave instantly disappeared, and the heat of the desert reignited.

More and more vines were drained, and the blood evaporated. The small red flames followed the rotation of the galaxy until all the flames rotated to the center of the Milky Way, and instantly merged into a ball of bright red flames half a person's height.

The old beggar slowly stood up, patted the sand on his butt, and laughed:

"Fire officer, follow me."

Upon hearing this, the red flame suddenly shone brightly, jumping and flickering, and moving in all directions, but no matter which direction it jumped, it was useless in the end.

The Milky Way vortex that covered the cave ruthlessly pulled the red flame back to the center of the vortex every time it turned.

The Milky Way gradually shrank as it rotated, and the red flame also twisted in it. The human figure condensed in the flame and finally turned into a young boy.

The boy had red hair and wore a red police uniform. There was a white round spiral flame pattern on the back, and a [Wang] word embroidered on it.

The police uniform boy stared at the beggar with anger on his face, and twisted his body hard, but two starlight shackles bound his hands and feet tightly.....................

The extreme southern sand waterfall.

Shi Changsheng had his arm plucked by Hongye, but he had recovered by now. He just sat cross-legged quietly in the desert, and in front of him was the rushing sand waterfall.

Also at the southernmost tip of the Loulan Desert, he was very close to Chen Huan who was randomly teleported here. Almost at the moment when the evil spirit appeared, his spiritual sense shot out to detect it.

Then his face changed slightly, and his spiritual sense saw a back figure. The most eye-catching thing about this back figure was the waist-length hair.

The blue on the top and the green on the bottom gradually changed downwards. The blue is the depth of lapis lazuli, and the green is the misty of malachite, like a green and blue landscape painted by the ingenuity of the palace painting academy.

"Xia Qingshan?"He blurted out almost subconsciously.

Then he frowned and shook his head.

"No, this person died at the beginning of the era, even though I only heard about his deeds through rumors."

He took a step forward, and the quicksand around him seemed to turn into a turbulent current, pulling his body away.

When Chen Huan condensed the butcher knife, he suddenly felt the horror of this puppet. This was a kind of power that even his soul, which had reached the great perfection of the transformation of the spirit, could not control. The blood evil that wept like ghosts and gods poured out, as if blood was raining over the desert, soaking the sand and spreading.

This knife was very heavy, so heavy that Chen Huan began to feel tired just by lifting his soul slightly.

"Although I have inherited your memory, I don't think I'm ready to become a butcher."

He knew the reason why the knife sank, and closed his eyes slightly. Xia Qingshan's life was like an immersive drama for Chen Huan to walk through.

After an unknown amount of time, when Chen Huan exhaled a long breath from his chest, he raised his hand and looked at the condensed butcher knife:

"Born in the market, he sought survival in Guogan, learned the Dao and thought of love, pitied all living things and killed immortals, made a living by killing, and benefited the people with peace and happiness."

To sum up Xia Qingshan's life, Chen Huan can only use one word to describe it:

""Pure" may be one of the earliest immortal cultivators. He still maintained a mortal heart until his death. He was the strongest cultivator who never thought of cutting off his mortal ties.

"Perhaps only a mortal heart can allow"killing" and"compassion" to coexist."

It is almost impossible to cultivate the Dao rhythm of killing while maintaining a heart of pity for ants.

He closed his eyes again and muttered to himself.

"The heart of a mortal."

His mortal is full of revenge and viciousness. Perhaps the only thing that can be called kind is the stray cats and dogs that he accompanied for several years to cover up his identity.

Those little guys came from all directions, and most of them came from the downstairs of the university town apartment. He would pick up a batch every June. After the graduation season, the loving tools displayed in the circle of friends can be abandoned.

If you want to keep them, I have seen a post on a certain website. If you want to maintain the display price of human beauty and love, the cost of raising a dog for a year is 11,181.09 yuan.

There are more than 400,000 stray cats and dogs in a city. To be honest, Hua Teng dare not keep them.

If you feed your dog leftovers and don't bathe it, you will be sprayed online.

His kindness is not decent.

Crude sterilization surgery, leftover swill from restaurants in snack streets, and the garbage recycling stations that can still run, watch them live their lives quietly, wagging their tails.

Those little guys reproduce very quickly, and soon they will forage for food in groups. The first generation is still docile to humans, and the second generation can survive in sewers and dark corners.

Competing for hunting is the new law of survival they have learned.

And once they attack a child, it means that all the stray dogs in the city must die, no matter how docile or ferocious.

Because this is a people-oriented society.

You can't guarantee that the next child whose kidneys and throat are bitten through will not be your son, daughter, or sister.

"Anyone who feeds stray cats and dogs without sterilization will eventually cause their death"

"One dog in the community is beautiful, but three years later, 50 dogs will be in the community, and someone will report it, and they will all be humanely destroyed."

This was the answer of Master Zhixiang of Baoen Temple in his previous life after he adopted more than 6,000 stray dogs.

"Is killing evil? Is compassion a call for kindness?

Are the staff who euthanize stray animals evil people? Are those who feed pigs on the streets and appeal for love kind people?

Chen Huan gradually understood that when the profession of butcher exists, it proves that pigs in the world are multiplying very well. If there were no butchers, pigs would be almost extinct.

"Killing is the redemption of evil, and compassion is the hypocrisy of goodness"

"It's really strange."

After he finished speaking, Chen Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and chopped down the illusory butcher knife.

The terrifying blood evil suddenly gathered and turned into a hundred feet of scarlet knife light, slashing towards the ground.

The sand of the underground desert fled as if it had encountered a natural disaster, and in the blink of an eye, a deep crack appeared.

A huge white jade palm emerged in the crack, and it grabbed the knife light like a lift. When the knife light touched the white jade palm, it suddenly liquefied, and with a bang, it was like an overturned blood basin, and blood splashed on the palm.

The original white jade palm was instantly stained with blood red, and a muffled groan came from the ground.

Chen Huan raised his hand With a raise, the butcher knife in his hand suddenly changed, turning into a blood-red Yama hook that reached his eyebrows.

He twisted his waist and swung it down violently, but the hook missed, and the whole space seemed to be imprisoned. Chen Huan pulled hard.

The space below peeled out like a cage, slowly emerging from the dark abyss of the underground.

A short middle-aged man stood still in this caged space, like an insect in transparent amber.

He turned the Yama hook in his hand, and it changed in an instant. An eighteen-inch red long knife like a willow leaf appeared in his palm.

Chen Huan stared at the neck of the short middle-aged man in the space cage and smiled faintly:

"Let your blood flow."