It is said that Shizun is a devil

But it shouldn't.

Although the soul is as thin as smoke, it is also as tenacious as silk. The soul has its own weight that can go through reincarnation and will not disperse. It should not be inadvertently scattered by a cloud.In this world, the lightest is the soul, the heaviest is the soul, the most emptiness is the soul, and the heaviest is the soul.In a person's life, the seven emotions and six desires, the sun and the moon for a hundred years, thousands of thoughts, ten thousand tenacious reluctance, take off the body, are all souls.

"Jin'er..." Han Jing grabbed Han Jin's arm and muttered, "Jin'er, no..."

A living being's life, whether it is ordinary, or licking blood, or living and dying, or living longer than the world, is just this life.In this world, reincarnation is the principle of nature, the beginning of all things, the destination of all things, the comfort of this life, and the hope of the next life, but it is the most painful and the heaviest.

The soul is scattered, there is no previous life, and there is no afterlife, hope is cut off, and it disappears completely.

"Jin'er, have you seen those souls?" Han Jing hugged the clown bird tightly with one hand, and grabbed Han Jin's arm with the other, stepping on the water spirit, ascending to the sky.Compared with Hun Fei Po San, death in this life seems to be insignificant. He no longer pays attention to the chaotic battle between humans and demons that are getting farther and farther under his feet, and chases the few strands of souls that have recently appeared and floated to the horizon.

Han Jin followed him to look at the few wisps of smoky souls.It's funny to say that living beings are always divided into racial boundaries, and they are always divided into different classes, but after death, there is no difference in the soul.

The two of them chased those strands of souls to the horizon. The souls of each creature were in the shape of strands of coiled and inseparable mist. A pair of skillful hands untied the mess, but let it disintegrate and scatter in all directions.Although monks practice the art of longevity, their spiritual power can move mountains and seas, but they can't do anything about the soul. Although Han Jing practices the method of cultivating the soul, he can use the soul to maintain the physical form to save his life, but he can't do anything to change the soul of others.The matter of the soul seems to belong to the way of heaven alone. Although there is reincarnation, it cannot be interfered with.There used to be a powerful man who was determined to pursue the secret of reincarnation, but he would always be blocked by people and things that suddenly appeared to attract his attention, and the soul, as long as he didn't pay attention, would disappear like smoke.

Born in this world, stepping on this land, speaking the local dialect, everything you meet and see, you must have your own arrangements.

But since the soul is a matter of the Dao of Heaven, the Dao of Heaven will close this world, and every life needs to enter reincarnation, so is the disappearance of these souls due to the Dao of Heaven?

The already thin soul became more blurred due to the separation of strands, and it became more and more difficult to capture against the background of the blue sky and soft clouds.Han Jing and Han Jin concentrated their attention, staring at a strand of soul silk respectively, but the soul thread passed through the cloud, and in the blink of an eye, it mingled with the fluffy cloud.The two lost their targets one after another relying only on their naked eyes.Han Jing plunged headlong into the cloud, abundant water mist and drops of water brushed Han Jing's cheeks, but the thread of soul disappeared completely.Han Jing followed several soul threads in a row, and lost all of them without exception.Han Jin was not a careless person, even though he was careful, he couldn't tell where the very faint smoke went.

After several times of chasing, an empty body covered with water was thrown into the clouds, Han Jing still felt nothing, Han Jin's Lei Huo Linggen was displeased in his heart, but naturally he would not show it in front of Han Jing, but the clown bird was covered in water Drops of water are very annoying.Although it is a natural evil spirit, it was born from the mother's body. It is one of the few special monsters that are rarely born with a physical body. With a physical body, it naturally has a preference. As a bird, the most annoying thing is that the feathers seep water and get wet very heavy.At first, the clown bird could swallow his anger and toss with Han Jing. Later, more and more water droplets hung on the feathers, and the feathers became more and more wet. It began to protest loudly, trying to attract Han Jing's attention, and Han Jing must be noticed No matter how sensible a doll can be, it can't stand such abuse. If you don't make a sound, you can't pretend that you don't exist!

Han Jing was woken up by the clown bird's hoarse and unpleasant scream, and noticed that the clown bird's small eyes were covered with water droplets, and there was a small river dripping down from the neck along the feathers. Shaking his head and shaking the water, knowing that it was uncomfortable, he quickly stretched out his hand to expel the water droplets on its body, and asked Han Jin to dry its feathers. After watching the clown bird nodded in satisfaction, he lowered his head and separated from the warm and fluffy feathers. I looked around, but I couldn't find any traces of those soul threads, so I had to give up: "The matter of souls is never something we can see the reason for."

Han Jin stretched out his slender and fair hands, and rubbed Han Jing's jet-black hair, but he didn't care about the frustration that he couldn't see the truth. He lost ten years, and now as long as Han Jing is by his side, he will try his best to do what he is asked to do. Do it, but never take a step away from Hanjing for anything, even if it is Hanjing's request.

"The meaning of the way of heaven is vague, so don't bother yourself too much." Whether he can't ascend or fall into reincarnation, it doesn't matter to Han Jin. If he can grow old with Han Jing forever, and in the next life, he will also find Han Jing's place.Since everything in the world is mortal, before this life and death, he doesn't want to spend his limited time getting involved in these crap things, and he doesn't want Han Jing to get involved in Heaven's plan when he can't think about it. , be the one who is out of his wits.The essence of human beings is really selfish, Han Jin's own life is nothing, if it is for the common people in the world, he can sacrifice it naturally.But if it is Han Jing, how can the common people in the world compare to Han Jing's peaceful smile.

I used to accompany Han Jing to listen to operas, and when I heard the story about one person living in a city, Han Jin thought it was really admirable, but at the same time felt that it would be difficult for him to choose.But now, if there is such a choice in front of him, let alone a city, what does the whole world have to do with him? There is no coldness in this world, what is it called the world!

The fingers touching the top of the hair were dry and warm, drying the long hair in an instant, Han Jing shrank his neck comfortably, and unconsciously rubbed his head against Han Jin's fingertips. After realizing what he had done, even though he was already Daoist, Han Jing still feels a little shy.He probably knows that Taoist couples can do some intimate things that are different from others, but he still doesn't know what kind of intimate things are. He just intuitively decided that his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to look at Han Jin, but he didn't want to be too far away from him. Far.

Han Jin is undoubtedly a handsome man. Even in the cultivation world where there are many heroes, it is difficult to hide his talent. It is not uncommon for more than 300 years of Mahayana, but it is not every year. What is more rare is that he has a gentle temperament, integrity and kindness, and has never been met. All kinds of bad things have worn away his hope, and he has always been determined. Now that Han Jing thinks about it, he feels that he really knows how to pick it up, and he picked up such a person and went home as soon as he made a move.When doing those intimate things with Han Jin that are different from others, there is only anticipation, but no fear of the unknown.

However, I still feel a little too shy from the small picture book that I read by accident.

Han Jing's cheeks were flushed, she lowered her head and stroked the bird's feathers.The clown bird stretched its neck and swallowed the delicious food passing by, when Han Jing suddenly ruffled its hair, retracted its neck in a dazed and guilty manner, carefully raised its eyelids to look at Han Jing, because its eyes were small and its pupils were even bigger Xiao, rolling his eyelids to look at people secretly is like rolling his eyes. Han Jing thought he was being mercilessly laughed at by this bird who didn't understand anything, so he couldn't help but pouted and snorted a little, indicating that the clown Bird behavior like this is very unpleasant!

Seeing that Han Jing seemed to be angry, the clown bird hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth to spit out a stream of smoke, and rubbed his head against Han Jing's arm flatteringly, expressing regret.

Han Jing watched the clown bird spit out a thread of soul, and was stunned.

"You...how can you eat people!" The soul is invisible, but what it carries is the weight of life. Devouring the soul is no different from cannibalism.Han Jing was afraid that the clown bird would do evil and harm people, so she raised it with her own spiritual power along the way, but she never thought that it would steal its soul.I don't know if Han Jing has stolen other souls along the way, when Han Jing didn't pay attention.

The clown bird raised its eyebrows to express its guilt and repentance, and Han Jing patted its stomach, his voice was a little angry and anxious: "How much did you eat!"

The clown bird shook its head repeatedly, raised one wing, folded its feathers, and straightened it, then shook its head frantically again, expressing that this was the first time it committed a crime, and it ate this one and spit it out.

Han Jing was angry that the doll he raised with his own hands actually eats people, but Han Jin grasped another important point. The bird Han Jing raised, Han Jin was naturally amiable. He looked at the clown's pea-sized eyes, and there was no trace of dislike in his eyes: "Can you, can you see these scattered soul threads?"

Han Jin and Han Jing have a close relationship, and they have no enmity with the clown bird, and even dried the clown bird's feathers. The clown bird also liked him, and nodded obediently.

Han Jin raised his head and smiled at Han Jing: "Han Jing, don't you spend all your life's opportunities picking up people and pets?"

Han Jing: "..." These words are not without basis!