Zhu He

Before Dong Qinghe had time to ponder whether the lingering rhyme in this story was more melancholy or more sad, the third story came one after another...

It was still Er Fu's youthful face, now he turned into a servant of a big family, he was born in a small rich family, his family was poor, he was abducted and sold here by human traffickers, and the policeman in the previous story Here he became the big master, the master actually treats this little slave pretty well, but it's a pity that the young man is a slave, but his heart is a master's life, he worked hard in the first two years of entering the mansion, but later he suffered a few words from the manager The beating and scolding gave birth to a strange heart, and together with other servants, they wanted to murder the master's property. After being found out by the steward, they sued the master. The master wanted to give him a chance, but the servant didn't know how to repent, so he was sent to the court directly. To the government, dozens of slaps were beaten, and he died of illness in the prison...

The little guy died, but the little bastard was alive, and the speed changed so fast that Dong Qinghe couldn't react. This is the beginning of the fourth story. This time, the young man became a hero, punishing evil and raising awareness. Good at hoeing the strong and helping the weak, he chased the gangsters who were working for tigers to the dense forest, fell into the trap and ran over to death.

The fifth story... The young man is a scholar, and the young man is an official. The war in his family and country is imminent, but the scholar is greedy for life and fears death and refuses to be called into the army and becomes a deserter. Caishikou beheaded in public.

The sixth... The young man is a luthier with excellent piano skills in a brothel, but he is ridiculed because of the fetal spots on his side face. The young man is a relative of the emperor. The young man was jealous of his beautiful colleague and poisoned his sinister, almost poisoned the prince to death. As a result, the young man naturally suffered, and he was sent to the west with a messy stick.

Seventh... The young man is the spy of the enemy country, and the young man is the general of the dynasty. During a defeat, the general sensed that there was something wrong in the army, so he sent people to conduct a thorough investigation, and finally found out the culprit, because the internal thief implicated a lot of damage Soldier, the general was very angry about this, and sent someone to execute this traitor Ling Chi, as a warning to others!

Such tragedies flashed before Dong Qinghe's eyes one by one like a revolving lantern. Maybe Dong Qinghe would try to find out some strange cause and effect from the story at the beginning, and he would feel sorry for the young man and feel sad for the young man. , but the more he saw the waves of shocks and ups and downs behind him, the more difficult it was for him to react. He just stood there straight, watching the two people's entanglement round after round with a solemn expression, watching them The unbreakable love and hatred continue again and again, and every story is like a fixed-point drama, good people are good people, bad people are bad people, those springs, summers, autumns and winters, the sun, the moon and the stars are there It doesn't matter, the people in the story only suffer for the sake of suffering, and die for the sake of death. panic.

Finally came the eighth story. The identities of the teenagers and youths in this life are no longer so different. They are Taoist priests in the two Taoist temples of Front Street and Back Street respectively. The Taoist temple in Back Street is much more dilapidated than Front Street. But the young man is quite leisurely in it, just as clear-minded, high-minded, kind, courteous and humble as before, and this time the young man is also considered smart, well-behaved, and exquisite, and the two of them can still see each other occasionally, although they can't be regarded as close friends, but on the street When they meet, they will give each other their hands, and without the previous tension, they will never die.

Dong Qinghe was in peace, but he couldn't let it go. He didn't really think that the people in the group wanted him to watch a perfect drama that went through twists and turns until the end and was harmonious.

Sure enough, the reversed plot appeared again after a while. It turned out that the Taoist temple in Qianjie was full of fake Taoist priests. Pretending to be gods and ghosts, making the people mistrust them and then pretending to accept the monsters, in the end, some unclean things really attracted, causing many innocent people to get into trouble, get sick, and make their homes restless. One of them is the seemingly well-behaved boy.

If the fake Taoist priests do evil, it is natural for the real Taoist priests to step in. The Taoist temples in the back street sent their senior brothers to subdue the demons first and then capture those Xibei goods.

Looking at the young Taoist priest who came to say goodbye to the temple master, Dong Qinghe suddenly became very tired of this scene and the upcoming tragedy.

Over and over again and again and again, the people in the play seemed to die endlessly, and he, the bystander, also watched endlessly.Dong Qinghe understands that no matter how the story changes, it is nothing more than the same script, a young man who is good at disguising, has an extremely evil nature, is paranoid and has no regrets, and a young man who is benevolent, powerful, and compassionate. It doesn't matter whether they are childhood sweethearts or they don't know each other well, it will always be a fateful ending. If the person who set up the formation wants to understand this truth, then this person has undoubtedly succeeded.

Realizing that his heart was sinking, Dong Qinghe suddenly pulled back his thoughts. He did understand the trend of the story in the formation, but it was just a story in the formation. He should not believe it lightly, nor should he compare it to reality The person in the story, I am myself, and the gift is also Chang Jiaci. Whether those inexplicable stories are true or not is far from being determined at the moment. The most important thing is that if Dong Qinghe is shaken, then it is true. The people who set up the formation should be.

The young Taoist priest not far away kowtowed to the temple master and got up to bid farewell. Seeing that he was about to embark on the bright and righteous road, Dong Qinghe planned to turn around and leave from this story. He was no longer interested in the ending. The strong disgust was also mixed with a fear that he himself did not want to admit. He was really afraid of seeing that face killed by "self" again, and the unwillingness to despair that he showed over and over again before he died.

However, a low and slow voice suddenly sounded at this moment, which made Dong Qinghe's steps stop in place.

Dong Qinghe was very puzzled by the appearance of the elder Yu Si in the first story, but after that the boy and the young man had no acquaintances around him, which made him let go of his guard, but he did not expect to appear again now up.If any object appeared here, Dong Qinghe would still be able to smile in relief, but this person is not only important to Dong Qinghe, but not many people have actually seen him, why would the person who set up the formation know?

Dong Qinghe turned his head and stared at the temple master who was sitting above, his clear and slender back was as steady as a rock and as strong as a green pine.

The master of the temple said softly to the disciple who went out to catch the evil thief: "I will be kind to those who are good; I will be good to those who are not good."

The young Taoist raised his head: "Master wants me to let them go?"

The viewer turned around: "Heaven has no relatives, and is always with good people. If they are good, they will be protected by heaven. If they are not good, heaven will also give them an end, and we just need to follow our heart."

The young Taoist didn't know if he understood the master's words, he just stood there for a long time with his eyebrows raised, and finally cupped his hands and said, "Then let God decide whether he deserves to die or not." After saying that, he turned back leave.

After the disciple left, Dong Qinghe didn't follow the young Taoist priest as before, and he didn't find a way to get out of the story as he planned, he just stood where he was, looking at the young Taoist priest quietly. Guanzhu.

Ever since "Chang Jiaci" in the first story saw Dongqinghewai, our Dongmen master has always been like a wandering soul wandering outside the world, unable to enter or retreat.Just as he was thinking about what he had learned from the temple master, the temple master suddenly turned his head and looked straight in the direction where Dong Qinghe was.

Can the viewer see himself? !

Dong Qinghe was startled, and met a pair of clear and distant eyes, his lips moved, and he called out in a low voice.

"Master..."

The appearance of the person in front of him was none other than the former master of the Lushan Pavilion who had a two-year friendship with Dong Qinghe as a teacher and apprentice - Master Changdeng.

The real person looked back at Dong Qinghe silently, his eyes were calm, but Dong Qinghe understood that the other party knew him.

"Master..." He called out again, and took two steps forward, "The disciple has been trapped here for a long time, I thought all of this was illusory, but now, I can no longer tell the truth from the fake."

Master Changdeng slowly said: "It doesn't matter whether the illusion is true or not, but if you believe it, then it is true."

Dong Qinghe nodded: "I believe you are real, so you are indeed my master." Just like the moment we first met, I took that "Chang Jiaci" as real, so the other party could see me, When he woke up later, no one could see him.Could this also be the meaning of the person who set up the formation?Do you want to completely confuse yourself in this illusion, and it is difficult to get out?

The real Changdeng smiled lightly.

But why can't "Chang Jiaci" control his own story, and neither can Dong Qinghe, but the real Changdeng can jump out and talk to himself?

The real person seemed to know what he was thinking, and said: "Qinghe, I am an outsider, but you and them are both insiders."

Are you an insider yourself?

"Could it be that this illusion is like fate, and it cannot be changed? Then how do I get out?" Dong Qinghe is not stupid. There are more or less clues to reality in this story. It turns out that he still guessed how real it all was. It's a bit fake, but now he would rather believe that it's all fake.

But Dong Qinghe, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, showed a trace of fatigue in his eyes after being drained by so many grievances and grievances.

Master Changdeng didn't answer, but sat up cross-legged again towards the inside and continued to practice, as if Dong Qinghe had never appeared before.

Dong Qinghe stood still for a long while before he realized that the real person was facing a white drawing of heaven and earth. In the picture, there were only two misty smokes, one white and one black, intertwined and intertwined with each other. On the lower right, there was a line written in small seal script. Character.

If you want to shed it, you must expand it; if you want to weaken it, you must strengthen it; if you want to destroy it, you must strengthen it; if you want to take it, you must give it.It means twilight.Weakness beats strong.

The meaning is almost that everything is in a deficit when it is extremely full. When many things are at their fullest, they also expose their weaknesses. At that time, the weak can overcome the strong.Compared to this ever-changing formation, Dong Qinghe is the side that wins, but he can't break it. What if the two sides are reversed?

Dong Qinghe could sense the demon energy in the formation, he was sure that the person who set up the formation was a demon cultivator, who was best at drawing other people's cultivation bases into himself, Dong Qinghe was like a bull in mud when he exerted force on him, but this The method of breaking the formation can't be figured out for a while, but Dong Qinghe knows a thing or two about the magic cultivator's technique. Even Chang Jiaci was able to imitate Shen Yuanxiu and suck up Qingxi's cultivation base. This is Dong Qinghe's ability Why not?

After thinking for a while, he suddenly sank into his dantian, and once again began to detect the formation with his spiritual sense full of aura. The formation took all of Dong Qinghe's aura as his own as before, and Dong Qinghe didn't He was stingy, and he released it very ferociously. Just when the formation was inhaling happily, the spiritual energy suddenly changed and began to slowly retreat. At first, it was only inch by inch, and gradually it rolled bigger and bigger like a hurricane of a wolf. It messed up the illusion in front of you, and also messed up the surrounding aura, no matter whether it was spiritual energy or demonic energy, Dong Qinghe sucked it all back.

It didn't take long before the illusion began to shatter, and the darkness also began to dissipate. The formation that had trapped Dong Qinghe for a long time was torn apart from the inside like a giant cocoon!

The monks who were originally in a dilemma outside the formation saw that the rocks in front of them suddenly began to collapse rapidly. After a burst of flying sand and rocks, the mountain shook, and a dazzling stream of light exploded not far away, stabbing them for a long time. things.

Until they could see things clearly, they saw a person standing in the middle, not only was he unscathed, but the golden light covering his body was even more blazing than before. It was Dong Qinghe!