Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Mr.: "Gu Rong..."

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand.

He seemed to ask in a soft voice when he asked questions that he didn't understand on weekdays.

"Why save the next person?"

"Why do I have to be alive?"

"what is your purpose?"

Shen Gurong seemed to have grown up overnight, and all the naive delusions about the world disappeared.

There is no good intentions without a reason in the world.

He doesn't think he is a very good person, he has lived for so many years, he has achieved nothing by making jokes, and there are so many people who are better than him when he returns to Tangcheng, his brother, his sister, and the better boys in the private school, why are they alive It's him.

The gentleman stared at Shen Gurong's lifeless eyes for a long time, and raised his hand to touch his hand, but Shen Gurong turned his head slightly and avoided him.

"Don't touch me." Shen Gurong said coldly.

The gentleman had no choice but to take his hand back, he sighed softly, and said: "I do have a purpose."

Shen Gurong didn't speak, but looked at him blankly.

He experienced so many things in just a few hours, so many that his face could no longer express any other expressions.

It seems that any expression is wrong.

"Now the whole city of Huitang is covered by the formation. Unless the thirteen plague ghosts slaughter all the living people, and only the last plague ghost survives, the formation can be solved." The gentleman said, "and I am the guardian of the artifact. You can’t form karma with the Three Realms, otherwise you will be punished by heaven.”

"Yeah." Shen Gurong's face was numb, "So the immortal is planning to let those thirteen plague ghosts kill each other, and let me become a new plague ghost to live alone, right?"

Hearing this "immortal" full of alienation, Mr.'s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was a little sad.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "No, the plague ghost who survives alone will enter the Tao by killing and ascend to become a saint..."

As the gentleman said, the bamboo chi in his hand suddenly emitted a ray of light. He flicked it with his fingers, and the bamboo chi split from the middle in an instant. It is full of dense words.

The bamboo slip seemed to be missing a corner in the fight with the water ghost, the gentleman glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

"Jing Shilu's words..." Mr. whispered, "You are the only one who survived back to Tang City..."

He was silent for a while, and then under Shen Gurong's ashen gaze, he softly finished the last half of his sentence: "And people who have not been infected by the plague."

Shen Gurong didn't understand, so she said "Oh" in a dispensable way, and calmly moved her gaze to the outside of the window lattice.

The courtyard of Fanjiangju was full of blooming evening mist flowers, Shen Gurong looked at it blankly, his face was covered with tears.

At this time, Shen Gurong seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, even if he knew what the master said about the only survivor, he didn't have any luck or joy, now he didn't even have any fear or sadness.

He stared at the Xiwu flowers in the courtyard for a long time, and then murmured softly: "I don't want to live. The Jingshilu mentioned by the immortal may be wrong."

If he went to Huangquan Road earlier, he might be able to catch up with his family.

Shen Gurong directly asserted that "the writing is wrong" for the artifact Jing Shilu, which everyone in the three realms is flocking to, but if someone else were here, they would definitely laugh at his ignorance and mock his innocence.

Seeing that Shen Gurong was willing to talk to him, the gentleman looked soft and said softly: "Jing Shilu can't make mistakes."

Shen Gurong didn't even look at the Jingshilu floating in the mid-air, as if chatting, he said dumbly: "Then I just kill myself here, does it mean it's wrong?"

Mr. choked.

"You can't die." The gentleman pondered for a moment, and said, "Don't you want to know who put the thirteen plague ghosts into the city? Don't you want to avenge your parents and relatives?"

Shen Gurong was expressionless at first, but when he heard this sentence, he laughed outright.

"Sir." Although the corners of Shen Gurong's lips were hooked, but there was no smile in his ashen eyes, he said indifferently, "I remember you said in the morning class last month that hatred is an endless battle. The endless cycle of reincarnation requires us to have kindness in our hearts and not easily generate resentment towards others.”

Mr. was taken aback.

Shen Gurong stared straight at him: "And now, are you forcing me to develop resentment and fall into reincarnation?"

The gentleman pursed his lips, and was rarely speechless by Shen Gurong, he whispered: "I just want you to live."

"Alive?"

Shen Gurong supported the table and got up slowly. His legs were weak, and he almost staggered and fell after taking half a step, but he still forced himself up and walked towards the gentleman. He stared at the gentle eyes of the gentleman, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes Does Mister want me to live, or Jing Shilu wants me to live?"

Mr. was questioned.

Shen Gurong raised her hand and pressed her husband's heart, and said dully: "If you want me to live, then I will live; if you treat me differently because of Jing Shilu's words..."

Two lines of clear tears slowly fell from his beautiful eyes, and he murmured with tears and laughter, "Then leave me alone, okay?"

The gentleman looked up, looking at him sadly.

"Leave me alone." Shen Gurong choked up, "Don't give me any empty hopes, sir, I can't catch it anymore."

The husband stared at him for a long time in silence, then raised his hand lightly, turned Jing Shilu into a bamboo chi with his wide sleeves, and stuffed it into Shen Gurong's palm.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly.

"It's not Jing Shilu." The gentleman raised his hand and stroked his face gently, and said softly, "I want you to live."

Shen Gurong stared at him blankly, then burst into tears.

This was the first time he cried, and big tears rolled down. He grabbed Mr.'s sleeve tightly and whimpered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just said something stupid, sir..."

Mr. rubbed his head and said, "You are a good boy."

Shen Gurong cried so hard that he couldn't speak.

The gentleman sighed silently, wiped away the tears on his face, and said softly: "I'm going to get rid of the plague ghosts outside, you just wait here for me, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Gurong grabbed his sleeve with panic all over his face: "You... will you come back? When will you come back? Will you be back right away? Can you not go?"

The gentleman smiled softly and said, "I will be back."

He lied.

This is the first time Mu Fengxue has lied.

According to Jingshilu, there was indeed one person who survived back to Tangcheng, but that person was Shen Gurong who slaughtered and devoured thirteen plague ghosts in order to kill him and then ascended to the Tao.

And that sentence.

"I will return."

Shen Gurong watched her husband leave, squatting alone in the middle of Fanjiang House and waited for a long, long time, until it was already bright outside, but her husband still did not come back.

Shen Gurong became more and more panicked, he wasn't even afraid of the ferocious plague ghost anymore, he struggled and ran out of Fanjiangju.

The whole Huitang City was covered in a sea of ​​flames, burning fiercely, Shen Gurong walked limply by the river where the fire was extinguished, and went looking for Mr.

He walked along the river back to Tangcheng for an unknown amount of time, and turned around for an unknown number of times, but he still couldn't find the gentleman in Tsing Yi.

The thirteen raging plague ghosts have also disappeared, perhaps they were wiped out by Mr.

Shen Gurong walked blankly holding the bamboo chi, the sky was covered with dark clouds, there was a loud bang, and a thunderbolt instantly struck from mid-air, and struck the stone bridge not far away by surprise.

In the middle of the trance, there seemed to be the sound of glass cracking.

It seems that the way of heaven is intimidating and urging.

Shen Gurong ran towards the place where the thunder fell.

The stone bridge was split into piles of stone debris, and in the shadow of the half-collapsed bridge bottom, Shen Gurong finally saw the gentleman covered in blood.

Shen Gurong's eyes seemed to be bright again, and he ran over regardless.

"gentlemen!"

Mr. Si sat with his back against the stone wall under the bridge. He was covered in blood, whether it was his or the plague ghost's. The green clothes were all stained with blood. The white hairband was loosely draped on the back, and the ends of his hair were still dripping down. water.

He stared absent-mindedly at the rising sun not far away, as if he was in a daze.

Hearing Shen Gurong's voice, he was slightly startled, and looked up in astonishment.

Shen Gurong had already rushed over, seeing her husband's appearance, his legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, his face pale as paper.

"gentlemen?"

The gentleman said softly: "Why are you here? Didn't you tell me to wait for me in Fanjiangju?"

Shen Gurong held his hand, her face full of horror: "Sir, sir, blood..."

The gentleman smiled and said, "It's not mine."

Those thirteen plague ghosts finally killed each other and devoured each other. In the end, the plague ghosts that took thousands of lives were just short of devouring the last living person in the formation to become a saint, but they searched for a long time but could not find them. Feeling the breath of a living person, he violently devoured the corpse wantonly in Huitang City.

Mr. finally killed him with a sword, and before dying, the plague ghost thought of something and suddenly grinned. The murderous thing that had devoured the souls of countless people, with its last breath, blew up its entire spirit body with all its strength.

Mr. was caught off guard and injured his spiritual veins, and the blood on his body belonged to that plague ghost.

But the injury was not fatal, and he slowed down to delay the time to go back.

Shen Gurong knelt in front of her husband, shedding tears from fear or joy.

The sky thunder roared, one after another struck towards the place where the gentleman was.

Shen Gurong choked with sobs and said, "What was the thunder that day?"

The gentleman smiled and said, "It's God's punishment."

Shen Gurong was taken aback, recalling what Mr. said before, once he was involved in mortal karma, he would be punished by thunder.

Seeing that Shen Gurong's face turned pale instantly, Mr. said softly: "Don't be afraid, Tianlei can break through the formation for us."

Once the formation of "Plague Raising Ghosts" is formed, it cannot be cracked even in the Mahayana period, but the heavenly dao descended by the heavenly dao can split everything in the three realms.

Shen Gu Rong didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from feeling that Mr. was great, and with the last trace of hope, he asked, "Will we... all be alive?"

The husband didn't answer this sentence, he smiled softly, and raised his hand to touch Shen Gurong's face, but the moment he raised his hand, his eyes fell on the back of his red hand.

The gentleman froze for a moment.

That's... the plague.

The plague poison is often not infected by blood. Mr. didn't care about the blood splashed all over the body because of the plague ghost's self-explosion, but now seeing the plague poison gradually spreading on his body, he suddenly understood.

He meddled in the life and death of the mortal world, and heaven punished him with thunder;

He forcibly changed the ending of Jing Shilu, and Tiandao would not let him go.

Even if he wants to kill the person who guards Jingshilu, Tiandao will put the record in Jingshilu on the right track, and use his hand to make Shen Gurong the only one who survived and became a plague ghost and ascended to sainthood.

This is the way of heaven.

The husband didn't feel sad either, he said softly: "Have you got Jing Shilu?"

Shen Gurong didn't know what happened, so he handed the bamboo chi in his hand to Mr.

Gently stroking the bamboo chi, the gentleman sighed, "Do you know why the artifact is called Jingshilu?"

Shen Gurong shook his head, not knowing.

"Jing Tong Police, it was originally a blessing from heaven, warning of future natural disasters and man-made disasters." The gentleman said, "But there are too many greedy people in the world, and the warning world has become a disaster. Only the chosen ones can see it, unless it is a disaster that destroys the world, otherwise I will not wantonly reveal the secrets of the sky."

People chosen by the way of heaven have been separated from the cause and effect of the three realms since birth, and they are completely outsiders.

In order to prevent someone from repeating the same mistakes with Jingshilu, those who guard Jingshilu must not disclose or change the secrets of the contents of Jingshilu at will.

Mu Fengxue committed two crimes.

One is to save Shen Gurong who should become a plague ghost;

The second is to hand over Jingshilu to someone who is not selected by Tiandao.

The gentleman smiled softly, raised his hand to touch Shen Gurong's face, and said in a low voice, "Can you keep Jingshilu safe for me?"

Shen Gurong asked blankly, "Where's sir?"

Mr. does not speak.

Shen Gurong suddenly panicked: "I, I am not the chosen one, I can't... I can't help you guard this kind of artifact... Mister, do it yourself."

The thunder from the sky fell even more violently, and it sounded like it would soon shatter the barrier of the magic circle.

With the back of his hand down, the gentleman gently raised his hand towards Shen Gurong: "Come."

Shen Gurong was still very scared, but at this moment he had no one to rely on except his husband, so he could only pass his hand over.

Mr. took his hand and held him in his arms.

He stuffed the bamboo chi into Shen Gurong's hand, and Shen Gurong seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly struggled desperately.

"Sir! What's the matter with you, sir?!" Shen Gurong wanted to push the husband away to see what happened to him, but he was easily restrained from all struggles, and could only support the husband's chest in vain, trying to go retreat.

The gentleman said indifferently: "I have been poisoned by the epidemic."

Shen Gurong froze for a moment.

Epidemic...

Is it the plague poison in the evening mist?

Shen Gurong was trembling all over, he shook his head desperately: "No, no, you are just stained with the blood of the plague ghost, then... that is not the plague poison."

The husband smiled: "I have lived for too long, and life and death are nothing to me."

Shen Gurong's lips trembled, and the back of her head was pressed against her husband's shoulder, tears fell down again.

He wanted to say, life and death are nothing to you, but what about me?

In one night, everyone in the city was slaughtered, and I was the only one left.

And me?

What am I?

The husband raised his hand, as if he had done something to himself, Shen Gurong only felt the husband's body tremble suddenly, and there was an extremely suppressed gasp from between his lips.

Shen Gurong struggled violently: "Sir? Sir!"

"Please, don't!"

A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Mr.'s lips. He must die here before turning into a plague ghost, otherwise the plague poison would spread all over his body, and with his cultivation level, he would surely swallow Shen Gu Rong up to the bones.

Mr. held Shen Gurong tightly in his arms with one hand, raised the other tremblingly, and slowly covered Shen Gurong's eyes.

Shen Gurong was suddenly plunged into a terrifying darkness, he couldn't see anything, he didn't know what happened to Mr., only the suppressed panting of Mr. was heard in his ears.

One after another.

One sound is weaker than the other.

Shen Gurong's tears slowly slid down, as if she had expected something, the tears soaked Mr.'s finger marks.

He whimpered, unable to say anything in complete despair.

The gentleman murmured: "Gu Rong, your fate has come, don't blame yourself."

The last sliver of hope that Shen Gurong managed to connect was broken in an instant, his whole body was weak, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You take me away together." Shen Gurong's mouth was full of strong blood, he said dully, "You can't give me hope, so take me away together."

The gentleman smiled, and said lightly: "Everything is born with a spirit, and the skin is just a sustenance."

Shen Gurong didn't understand, he raised his hand to cover the hands that Mr. placed on his eyes, and murmured, "I don't understand, Mr. teach me."

The gentleman came close to his ear, breathed slightly and whispered: "Didn't you just say that if you committed suicide here, Jing Shilu would be wrong?"

Shen Gurong was silent.

The gentleman said: "Today, the law of heaven wants me to die here, and you will ascend to become a saint with the spiritual body of a ghost cultivator."

Shen Gurong was taken aback.

"I suddenly figured it out." The gentleman said, "What Heaven said, is that right?"

The husband's breathing was bloody, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "Gu Rong, I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, obediently guarding Jing Shilu for Heaven, and I have seen countless people killed by Jing Shilu. Mortals and monks who control the wheel of life, everything in the world is a dog, but without us dogs, how can the way of heaven be so high and despise all living beings?"

Shen Gurong's hand slowly slipped down.

"It is not the way of heaven that manipulates us, but we have achieved the way of heaven."

Shen Gurong didn't understand.

He is still too young. Yesterday he was still a child who was thinking about how to avoid the teacher's punishment of copying the school notes and disciple rules five times. It just changed suddenly overnight. By saying so much, he was teaching him how to live.

Shen Gurong said blankly: "But I'm alone...how do I live?"

The gentleman said: "Go back to the world outside the city of Tang, it's endless, Gu Rong."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, only weak breathing resounded in Shen Gurong's ears.

The thunder in the sky is still chopping down one by one.

Shen Gurong was in the darkness, trembling weakly all over.

He didn't know what he had figured out, and he said slowly: "Sir, do people really have reincarnation?"

The gentleman said: "I just said that everything has a spirit, even Jing Shilu has a spirit."

Shen Gurong asked blankly: "Then will you be reincarnated?"

The gentleman smiled softly again: "Yes."

"My name is Mu Fengxue. I was born because of Jingshilu, and I should have died because of it."

"But I violated the way of heaven, but Jingshilu still revealed the secrets for me. The way of heaven was furious. After my death, the 'spirit of Jingshilu' will fall into reincarnation with me."

"The bamboo chi is kept in your hands. Although it is not usable, it can protect you for the rest of your life."

The gentleman said in a low voice, "I rebelled against the law of heaven, and I will be fined for a hundred years before I can re-enter reincarnation."

"A hundred years later, when the 'Spirit of Jingshilu' and I reincarnate into the world, the bamboo chi will be unsealed, and 'I' will go with it to find the body of Jingshilu."

to find you.

The reincarnated person is still the person chosen by the way of heaven.

It's me, but it's not me anymore.

But this is the last hope left by Mu Fengxue to Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong seemed to be grasping the life-saving straw again, and nodded with a sob: "Okay, I will look for you."

The husband smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

There was bloody smell in his nostrils, and Shen Gurong wept silently, and the hot and humid water soaked Mr.'s fingers.

Trapped in his husband's arms, he felt his increasingly weak breath and his increasingly cold body, but because of his promise just now, he didn't dare to collapse too much, so he could only gasp in a low voice.

After an unknown amount of time, he still couldn't hold back his fear, and murmured, "Sir, are you still there?"

The gentleman said softly, "I'm still here."

After a while, Shen Gurong said with a trembling voice: "Sir, are you still there?"

This time, the sir's voice was noticeably softer, but his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Still."

Shen Gurong couldn't stop crying: "Are you still there?"

"exist."

Shen Gurong would ask a question every once in a while, he had never felt that waiting for an answer would break his heart like this, and soon, the interval between Mr. smell.

"Sir, are you still there?"

"..."

No one answered, no one responded, and even the faint breath in the ear could no longer be heard.

At the same time, the last thunder from the sky slammed down, smashing the entire "Plague Raising Ghosts" formation in Huichen City to pieces.

The people who had been waiting outside for a long time rushed into Huitang City, but what they saw was a place of charred black and corpses all over the city.

Li Nanyang closed his eyes in compassion.

The young Xi Guxing held on to the short-sighted sword and ran around Huitang City, and finally found Shen Gurong who had collapsed under a bridge hole.

Xi Guxing raised his eyebrows: "Master, there are living people here!"

Li Nanzhao knew that one person would survive the formation of "raising the plague ghost", and that person must be the plague ghost who had already attained enlightenment.

His face darkened, he quickly stepped forward and pulled Xi Guxing behind him, and said coldly: "Don't come close, he is already a plague ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the boy curled up in the arms of a man in blood.

The young man was covered in blood, but he didn't have a trace of the plague ghost on his body.

He is a mortal.

Li Nanyi was taken aback.

He tried to walk over, but when he got closer, Shen Gurong grabbed his hand suddenly.

Li Nanzhang had never been offended like this before, and almost threw him out with a slap, but he still cared that he was a mortal, so he could barely hold back.

Shen Gurong's eyes were empty, her pupils were loose, she clutched Li Nanyan's sleeves tightly, her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Xi Guxing walked over secretly, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but Shen Gurong opened his eyes wide and did not respond.

Xi Guxing whispered: "Why is he blind? How did he survive?"

Li Nanzhao frowned and said, "Shut up."

Xi Guxing had no choice but to keep silent.

Shen Gurong struggled for a long time before uttering a word with difficulty like a child learning to speak.

"Save...save him."

"Sir... I just returned, agreed, I..."

"He's still alive."