ghost marriage

When I left Qujiang City, it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.On the second day of the fire in the north of the city, Fu Changting immediately went to Yucheng where the fierce battle was raging without stopping.All follow-ups were handed over to the Zhongnan Taoist who arrived later.The fellow disciples wonder why he, who has always been conscientious, is so uncharacteristically.Everyone in the world praised him, saying that he was worried about the war and worked tirelessly.Only Fu Changting knew in his heart that worrying about it was just an excuse.The truth is, he fled.As the chief hero in breaking the blood formation, he almost left Qujiang with a mentality of fleeing.

At that time, the begonias in the city were still so abnormally gorgeous, the pale pink petals fluttered like snow, rustling and falling, as if they were endless.Fu Changting felt that he would never return to Qujiang in this life.

Now, it is cold winter when I enter the city for the second time.There is little snow in Qujiang, and the city is full of wind.There is no fallen flower under the crabapple tree in the inn, and the green leaves are blown away by the wind, leaving only the bare trunk, and the slender branches that are scattered in all directions can't help but break.

Seeing Fu Changting standing in a daze in the yard, the old shopkeeper told him that the begonias bloomed that year until the first heavy snowfall after winter.Since then, until now, for three full years, none of them have bloomed.Looking at the whole city, all crabapple trees are like this.Not only do few new leaves grow in the spring, but the trunks themselves also wither and die one by one.

"I used to drive too much, which hurt my vitality." The old shopkeeper said with a sigh.

Fu Changting agreed: "It is true."

The blood formation buried the corpse's heart deeply with loess, and blocked the resentful soul with the water of Linhu Lake.Resentment grows from the ground and has nowhere to dissipate. It will naturally affect the local atmosphere secretly through the soil system and water system, resulting in changes in vegetation.

This is also the reason why he believed that there was a difference under the ginkgo tree at that time.

Anyone who does evil must have clues to follow.

Half a month later, a disciple of Zhongnan found Tianjizi in an empty house in the north of the city.

Days of hiding in Tibet and fighting with his pursuers had exhausted him too much energy.The world-renowned celestial ghost slave prostrated on the ground, lost the suppression of a bowl of human blood every day, and his distorted face was revealed under the torn black scarf, seven parts like a ghost, three parts like a human, within sight terror.There was a "hiss" in his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and they were as red as blood.

"Is this a human or a ghost?" Some timid disciples couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Fu Changting slowly stood in front of him: "The evil thief steals the treasures of our sect, secretly practices forbidden techniques, deceives masters and exterminates ancestors, betrays masters, obeys Zhong Nan's law, kills without mercy. He also changed his name to Tianjizi, willing to degenerate, wandering around the world, bewitching princes, enslaving evildoers, instigating ghosts, and committing the crime of killing. He set up a blood formation, went against the way of heaven, and poisoned all people. The laws of heaven cannot tolerate it. Are you guilty of this crime?"

He stood tall and asked loudly.Tiangang's righteous energy swam around his body, and the sword in his hand was dazzling, as if he was a fairy.

"It's a joke that a mere junior dares to teach me a lesson." The hoarse voice came from Tianjizi's mouth.As he coughed, a little blood froth came out of his mouth.Tianjizi ignored it completely, raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Presumptuous!" Zhongnan Daozi behind him drew their swords out of their sheaths and shouted loudly, "Don't be rude to the head teacher!"

Tian Jizi laughed even more wildly, covered his heart and coughed continuously, his chin was stained with blood in no time: "Headmaster? He is the headmaster? Then what is Jin Yunzi? Where is Jin Yunzi? Go find him!"

With a hoarse laugh, black blood spurted from his eyes, nostrils and even his ears.The black blood flowed like an earthworm, winding on that purple-black face.Amidst the coughing sounds, the thin body wrapped in black cloth kept trembling and crumbling.

The theory of forbidden technique is not only because of its great power, but also because it is very harmful to others.At the same time, it is also because practicing this technique is too risky and will cause harm to the practitioner himself.In mild cases, the meridians are damaged, and the hands and feet are useless.If it is serious, it will lead to madness and loss of sanity.

His half-human, half-ghost appearance was caused by forced cultivation, and he was already seriously injured inside.In addition, the blood array was broken, and the resentment came back.The Tianjizi in front of him has long lost its prestige in the past.He lost all his skills and was dying, but he was only able to survive with the remaining bit of misery.

Fu Changting couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.The senior that the man never forgets, in the end, it just ended up in such a situation.Raising his hand and returning his sword to its sheath, Fu Changting ordered the people around him: "Tie him up with a rope and bring him back to Zhongnan for questioning."

Everyone took the order and stepped forward with swords in hand.

Tian Jizi didn't notice it, and still lay on the ground, shouting incessantly: "Where is Jin Yunzi? Go and get him! I only fight with him. I want to compete with him! I don't believe I will lose to him again!"

The current him, don't even have the strength to stand up by himself, let alone lift a sword to compete in martial arts.

A young and energetic disciple couldn't restrain himself, and shouted at him: "Bah! What kind of person is the old master, how could he fight with you, an ugly monster?"

Tianjizi stopped talking, "Hissing" panted heavily, inserted his hands into the soil, and scratched out deep marks one after another.

Fu Changting shook his head, turned around and didn't want to look any further.When he started to leave, he heard Tian Jizi ask in a low voice, "Where's Li Ji?"

"Dead." Fu Changting replied.

There was no sound behind him for a long time, Fu Changting straightened his waist and held his breath to wait.

Tian Jizi asked, "Then... where is my little junior brother?"

Closing his eyes, Fu Changting tightly pressed his lips together: "He's dead too."

Only by killing the defenders can the blood formation be broken.Li Ji guards the lake formation, and Han Yu guards the tree formation.The two guards must be killed at the same time, so as not to overflow with resentment and endanger the people.

Tianjizi fell silent again, and Fu Changting could hear the rustling of the rope being wrapped around him.

"This is the second time, he died because of me." This is a young and clear voice, but it is full of sadness and self-blame.

"It's not because of you!" Fu Changting turned around abruptly, his normally calm face was torn to pieces by the burst of anger, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his voice was stern, "Aiding the evildoer in the abuse, the crime should be punished."

The Taoists on the side were startled by his obvious anger, and they all stopped and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Tian Jizi's voice returned to the original old and hoarse voice: "Did you kill him?"

The hands under the sleeves clenched into fists, Fu Changting gritted his teeth, unwilling to speak.

"Hehehehe..." There was another burst of laughter, Tianjizi was held hostage by two Zhongnan disciples, stretched his neck strenuously, coughed up blood beads tremblingly dripping down his chin, and his ghostly face turned towards Fu Changting again and again Approaching, "It's a good death! Hahahahaha... What a good death! Otherwise, I will make his life worse than death!"

Then the voice became younger again, and the blood-red eyes were filled with pain: "It was I who harmed him...Little Junior Brother...the one in the eyes was..."

"What is it?" Fu Changting's heart was shocked, and he had an intuition that there was something hidden in it, he hurriedly took a step closer, and asked in a deep voice.

"Little Junior Brother..." But he stopped talking, with tears welling up in his eyes, filled with grief.

"Say!" Going one step further, Fu Changting forced himself in front of him, ignoring the dirt, and grabbed his collar, "What did he do?"

The dull old laughter mocked his gaffe, Tianjizi grinned, and the dirty blood from his mouth splashed on Fu Changting's face: "You noticed something strange in the ground, didn't you notice that it was on the incense burner he gave you?" Does it have an earthy smell too?"

With a sudden trembling of his fingers, Fu Changting felt panic in his heart, and the cold haze from the night when he escaped from Qujiang City spread again in his chest: "Why do you say this?"

"Originally, that incense burner was the sacrifice of the tree formation. But he secretly replaced it with his own finger bones." He coughed twice, his distorted face wrinkled ferociously, and the bloody eyes showed a fierce look, "he told me that the formation Here, people are here. The formation is destroyed, and people are dead. He puts his life on the line and swears allegiance to the death. Huh, what nonsense! He clearly planned to destroy my great event!"

The clear voice was mournful and remorseful: "I took my place as the guard of the tree array. He died because of me..."

"Nonsense!" The hoarse voice immediately grabbed the conversation again, "He clearly intends to use this to weaken the blood formation! If I were to defend the formation, how could I allow you to break the formation easily? Go tell Jin Yunzi, tell him! I didn't Lose! I was framed by a villain! If I defend the formation myself, King Lu Jing will be able to ascend to the Great Treasure. I am a master of heaven, and I can go against the sky!"

The clear voice and the old voice are competing for the frail body under the black cloth. As the fate is approaching, the once lost nature gradually wakes up, fighting alternately with the inner darkness.

Fu Changting let go of his hand and listened numbly to their argument.Han Yu secretly replaced Tianjizi's incense burner with his finger bones, in order to become the defender of the tree array.His purpose of doing this...

The surrounding disciples of Zhongnan couldn't understand what they heard, and they were even more surprised by the dejected expression of the head teacher.Fu Changting waved and ordered them to leave the courtyard temporarily.Now, he suddenly understood He Lianfeng's exhaustion.

Having lost his support, Tianjizi suddenly collapsed to the ground again.

"Who was the original defender?" Fu Changting asked blankly.

"I."

"not him?"

"no."

"why?"

Tianjizi "Jie Jie" smiled, but asked back, "Why didn't you pay attention to that incense burner?"

"Because..." Because from the very beginning, he believed that he was guilty.

Ghosts are villains.The theory of good ghosts is unheard of.

A biting chill spread from the fingertips to the limbs and bones, and the throat was stuffy, but he couldn't utter a word.Fu Changting instinctively reached out to help. He remembered that there used to be a tall ginkgo tree growing there, and its thick leaves could block the moonlight.There is a stone table under the tree, and four stone benches are placed beside the table.Someone once invited him to sit at the table and drink under the full moon, listening to the sound of leaves above his head, and seeing a ray of silver moonlight through the thin branches.

This is the yard from back then, Han Ji's grocery store, Han Ji's backyard, Han Ji's stone table, Han Ji...

Today, the ginkgo tree has been uprooted, the grocery store and the courtyard wall have been burned, and the stone table has disappeared, only a piece of scorched earth.

Standing under the empty moonlight, Fu Changting tapped on his empty chest and asked his empty heart—is it wrong?

Someone called his name word by word in his ear, and asked sharply: "Fu Changting, you have killed all the ghosts in the world by killing demons and evil, have you never killed by mistake?"

Vaguely, he seemed to see him again, with a precarious figure and blood dripping from the corners of his lips.Only a pair of eyes were burning with anger, staring at him without fear.

At that time, he answered him that the universe is clear and the laws of heaven are clear.What is wrong with treating evil with righteousness?

In the early winter of the first year of Yongfeng in the new Wei Dynasty, Tianjizi died in Qujiang City, Yingzhou, and King Lu Jing's party members disappeared completely.

In his memorial to He Lianfeng, Fu Changting wrote: "The demon Shen Xie had an attack, and his seven orifices bleed to death."

He Lianfeng gave a few replies, all of which were official words, so he didn't investigate further.The world has been set for the first time, and a lot of waste is waiting to be done. From his vain writing, it can be seen that the emperor is very tired, and the symptoms of alcoholism are getting worse.

Afterwards, Chang Ting, the master of the country, once again asked to stay in Qujiang temporarily, the reason being to investigate the follow-up matters of the blood array.

After the array was destroyed, the corpse's heart under the tree array was quickly dug out, and the big tree in the courtyard was burned to the ground by the nine-day thunder and fire.However, the cleaning process under Linhu Lake has been slow and has not been completed yet.A lake with a vast surface and strange currents makes it extremely dangerous to enter the water to search.The matter of the second blood formation is inherently mysterious, and the court fears that rumors will be exaggerated and disturb the people of the city, so it can only be carried out quietly in the dark, and it is not appropriate to mobilize the crowd.Therefore, in the past few years, the Zhongnan Sect has only sent a small number of disciples here to secretly clean up the evils and evils in the formation.Officials in this city know very little about the blood formation.

The matter of Fu Changting's lingering in Qujiang came suddenly, and the court soon agreed to play it, but there was still a lot of discussion in the Zhongnan faction.

It's all an old thing that has been settled for a long time, let alone he did it himself, what else is worth investigating?Doubtful, incomprehensible, surprised... Fu Changting, who was far away in Qujiang City, turned a blind eye to it, listened to it, and passed down a decree. Where and what kind of important tasks are on their shoulders, they must go to Yingzhou to report their duties within a time limit, and there must be no mistakes.Offenders will be charged with the "Zhongnan Law".

Fang, the head teacher who took office not long ago, behaves so straightforwardly that there is almost no trace of humanity at all.As soon as this decree came out, there was another uproar.

By the middle of the month, after the fire that year, all the temple masters who participated in cleaning up the blood array had all explained everything after the incident in front of Fu Changting.

Different from the pitch-black wooden boxes used to hold the hearts of corpses under the tree array, the round pottery pots picked up from the lake are filled with cinnabar and other things when fired, and the whole body is crimson in color and sealed with yellow paper. , small in size, extremely light in weight, and the body of the jar is engraved with charms.Although soaked in lake water, there is no fading, no gap, and no damage.Touched by the tentacles, the cold air rushes straight into the bones, which can be described as the most evil thing.

"After the missing person died, their souls were sealed in clay pots to collect grievances. Pindao took over the matter at the end of last year. At that time, all the pots in the lake had been filled with water. After taking office, he sent three disciples into the water for inspection. It was found to be missing. The number of clay pots is exactly the same as the number of wooden boxes in the tree array."

The young headmaster stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the door, facing the courtyard, wondering what he was thinking.The old Taoist priest with a big beard is currently the master of the Qingyun Temple outside Qujiang City, and is in charge of the follow-up of the Blood Formation.In the past few days, this was the third time he was called by Fu Changting for questioning.

Facing the Taoists who rushed over, the taciturn headmaster only asked three questions—what did he find?What else but clay pots?Have you found any other foreign objects?

These three questions have now become the nightmare of the old Taoist priest every night.

Turning sideways, he secretly glanced at Fu Changting's silent back. The old Taoist lowered his mouth helplessly and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

According to his age, he is more than enough to be the father of the national teacher in front of him.According to seniority, he was a generation older than his master.As early as back then when he had not left his teacher to go down the mountain, this little master was famous in the Zhongnan sect for being ruthless, selfless and resolute.However, in the past few years, in addition to growing fame, even this sullen temper, which can't be seen, has grown a lot.I heard from fellow disciples in the capital that when this head teacher faced the saint, he also had a cold and dull face of Hades.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist's face twitched involuntarily.Originally thought that this head teacher should be more open-minded when he became famous at a young age and reached the sky in one step. Unexpectedly, after Tian Jizi's death, his temperament became more unpredictable.Frowning, sullen, less talkative than before.He is also paranoid when doing things. Take the current case as an example, he is so stubborn that he defies all opinions.

I heard from the disciples watching the night that sometimes in the middle of the night, he would often stand alone in the courtyard with his head bowed in thought.Occasionally, he looked like he was about to go out, but before he reached the door, he turned back.

In Fu Changting's body, there should be no hesitation at all.

"What else did you find?"

"Uh..." The old Taoist priest who was still immersed in the slander was startled back to his senses by the sudden questioning, "What..."

"In the lake, what did you find?"

Here it goes again, with a dark sigh.The old Taoist repeated what he said before: "I report to Master, apart from the clay pots, there are only some bones. Those bones shatter as soon as they come out of the water, it is really hard to recognize." This is the third time.

The courtyard in winter is full of bare trees and branches, lifeless.The north wind rushed past, the dust covered the sky, and the sky was gray and chaotic.It's going to snow... Fu Changting remembered that the ghost said he liked snow.The snowy day is cloudy, so you can go to the street during the day.

The uninspired Taoist interjected, no wonder that winter is the most haunted time of the year.

"You..." He looked at him helplessly.Pointing at him with his fingers in the air, he sighed first, and then couldn't help laughing.

He was puzzled.

He laughed more.

He likes to laugh at his dullness and dullness.

Those bones should belong to the men who were lured by Li Ji to the bottom of the water.Withdrawing his thoughts, Fu Changting asked in a low voice, "What else?"

"No more." Lowering his head weakly, the old Taoist counseled weakly, "Although the lake formation has not been cleaned up yet, everything at the bottom of the lake has been checked repeatedly. There are really only these things in it. Besides, there are aquatic plants and stones."

The tall and straight figure in front of him remained motionless, and the dark winter sky shone through the lattice window on one side of his sharp-edged side face.Suddenly there was a gust of wind, carrying a few grains of snow.The first snow of this winter fell without warning.

The old Taoist felt that he must be dazzled.Because, at the moment when the snowflakes fell, he clearly saw Fu Changting's back swaying, and his mountain-like calm and calm expression instantly shattered, revealing the loss and sadness overflowing from within.

"Really, nothing?" His voice was lower, more like a choke in his throat.

The old Taoist recalled everything after he came to Qujiang City for the umpteenth time, and his gray beard was about to be pulled off: "Others... are just miscellaneous things."

"Scrap?"

"Yeah. They're all soaked too badly. For the convenience of cleaning, I sometimes scoop up some and pile them up on the side."

Broken bowls, broken plates, table legs... All kinds of rotten branches were discarded by others and thrown into the lake.Then there are silk handkerchiefs, earrings, waist pendants... vines that are so rotten that they shatter when touched, these must have accidentally fallen into the lake.People are just dissatisfied. Sometimes I wonder if I still have something, and when I lose everything I had before, I cry all over the place and wipe away my tears.Alas... this dunya...

Going around, the old Taoist wandered off again.After recovering, he realized that the taciturn headmaster hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Teacher, what instructions do you have?" He stepped forward tremblingly and asked cautiously.The old Taoist looked longingly at the threshold not far away, and a black shadow just passed by under his nose.

"Go down." After a while, Fu Changting said calmly.The tone was erratic as if he was sighing.

The old Taoist hurriedly bowed and left.Let's hope he won't be called tomorrow.Asking these questions over and over again, the headmaster is not tired, but he is exhausted.Then again, how old is this head teacher, why is his tone of voice so old-fashioned?

After thinking about it, doubts abounded again, how could there be monsters dare to enter and leave the dignified Headmaster Zhongnan's residence?

Forget it, leaving quickly is the best policy.On a very cold day, standing with the head teacher who was like a block of ice again, it froze his old bones.

Early the next morning, it was still dark.The old Taoist fell into a deep sleep, dreaming that the head teacher had finally left, so he would not hold him for questioning anymore.Then, he was woken up by his apprentice: "The head teacher is going to the lake to see the things fished out of the lake."

The dazed old Taoist was immediately woken up by the cold wind: "My old gentleman..." hurriedly put on his shoes and ran towards Linhu.

When he arrived, Fu Changting had already left.A group of suspicious Zhongnan disciples were left to discuss together, saying that the head teacher looked around the pile of debris and picked up a lot of things to go back to the inn.

When this little Daoist was in Zhongnan Mountain, he looked like a very polite and obedient child. How could he remember when he grew up?The old Taoist was weeping, and hurried to the inn again.As soon as he entered the backyard, he was greeted with a sour smell.The old Taoist pinched his nose recklessly, and stumbled to stand under a crabapple tree.

The sour smell is emitted by the sundries salvaged from the bottom of the water in the courtyard. After years of soaking in the water, many things have rotted and smelly. Even though it is cold winter, the smell is not much better.

Fu Changting, who was in it, didn't seem to notice it, and was watching carefully with a rattle.The old Taoist didn't dare to get too close, squinted his eyes, and watched from a distance, the rattle was softened by soaking.As soon as Fu Changting turned it around, the paper-soft drum surface was torn, and a stream of black water flowed out from it, and it was splashing on his wide sleeves.

There is also a mud ball falling down the black water.It was also dyed black. It might have been something like paper, but unfortunately it was stuck together. Let alone reading the handwriting, it was impossible to open it flat.

Fu Changting's disappointment was beyond words.

The old Taoist thought to himself that he was really looking for something.But if you look for it like this, you can't find it.Water is as clear as it is turbid.Washes everything and drowns everything at the same time.The soul can be imprisoned, the resentment can be covered up, and all the secrets can be erased at the same time.Silently, quietly.

That day, Fu Changting did not ask any questions.The old Taoist stayed with him from dawn to dusk in the inn.Fu Changting turned over all the sundries in the courtyard one by one.The old Taoist sent his disciples and moved many more from the lake.The shopkeeper and his wife in the inn were kind-hearted, and brought a bamboo chair for the old Taoist to rest his feet.Somehow, Fu Changting saw it, and his deep and deep eyes just stared at him for a long time without moving.The old Taoist was terrified by his sight, and hurriedly got up and retreated three feet away.Arching his back, he hugged the tree trunk and looked at it for a long time before realizing that Fu Changting was not looking at him, but the bamboo chair.

As the sun turned to the west, the blaze in the eyes of the young head teacher also gradually dimmed and disappeared.This time, he was no longer so unpredictable and unreachable, the old Taoist could easily see the despair and sadness on his face through the ignorant twilight.

The last item he picked up was also a rattle.It looks brand new compared to the previous one.The wet drum surface was tense, and Fu Changting cut it open with vigor, and the dirty lake water dripped down the base of his wrist, revealing a piece of paper that hadn't melted inside.

The old Taoist noticed that Fu Changting's fingertips were trembling, and couldn't help but leaned forward to spy again.

The handwriting on the paper was blurred by the water, and some strokes could still be seen vaguely.There are only four lines in a doggerel: "Emperor, Emperor, Emperor, my family has a crying Yelang, a gentleman passes by and reads it three times, and sleeps until dawn."

"Tsk..." a sigh.Even the old Taoist felt like crying.This note is common in the streets and alleys.Why bother to dig it out of the sludge?

Fu Changting held the drenched note, his handsome face was completely covered by the darkening sky.He stood in this courtyard for a full day, and his snow-white robe was stained with stains from the overflowing dirty water.

"Teacher, do you want to..." Seeing that he has not responded for a long time, the old Taoist couldn't help summoning up the courage to ask a step closer.

There are still several piles by the lake, should we look for others?

Fu Changting shook his head, turned around and walked into the house step by step: "No need. Clean everything up."

The old Taoist hurriedly responded, thinking, this time the trouble should be over, right?

But Fu Changting said, "He threw it into the lake."

"Who?" The old Taoist asked without understanding for a moment.

Fu Changting didn't answer, and stood under the eaves melancholy, looking at the mountains of discarded debris in the courtyard: "I thought I had found out everything about him. In the end, I still don't know anything."

He always saw ghosts throwing things into the lake, a short wooden sword, a clay doll, a silk handkerchief...all small things.The ghosts often throw themselves into the lake in a chic manner, with an unconcealable pity in their eyes.At that time, he thought, this ghost was probably pretending to be merciful.Later, I felt that this might be another way for him to tease him.In the end, he didn't bother to guess.Things that have nothing to do with breaking the formation have nothing to do with him, so why worry about it.Now, he wanted to know, and tried his best to guess, but he couldn't even guess.

"He can't kill people." This is what Tian Jizi said.

The backyard of the former grocery store has become a wasteland after the fire.All the accompanying disciples were dismissed, leaving only Fu Changting and Tian Jizi in the courtyard.

Struggling between nature and demon nature, Tianjizi's tone was suddenly high-pitched and then hoarse: "He killed Jin Lingzi, and he has been holding on to it. We hid everywhere together, but we were still discovered by disciple Zhongnan who came after us. He let me Go first, stay by yourself. Hehe...life for life, only he will take this seriously. My little junior brother...hehe..."

"Later, he didn't even touch the sword."

Fu Changting clutched his Taoist robe tightly: "He told me himself that he killed people."

On the scorched earth under their feet, wooden boxes surged out of the ground one by one.A fresh life, a dazzling blood debt.He himself admitted that these were the missing people, and he killed them.

"Do you believe him?" Tianjizi interrupted suddenly.

Fu Changting was suddenly speechless.

Tianjizi smiled, clutching his throat tightly with his fingers like ghost claws, accompanied by coughing, black blood trickled down the corner of his mouth: "You never believed him, but you believed what he said?"

"Hehehehehe..." The red eyes were full of sarcasm, and the ugly face, which was so distorted that no human traces could be seen at all, could be seen under the moonlight. With a livid face, "You don't trust him, you trust yourself."

"The technique of backtracking distinguishes blood, not murder."

"It's not necessary to see blood when killing people, and vice versa. Jin Yunzi has taught you this truth."

"I guess you cast more than one curse on him."

The hoarse voice was accompanied by dry laughter, each word lingering in his heart.Fu Changting tried his best to stand on the spot, not letting himself retreat, but he couldn't get rid of his cold eyes: "Everything is only good and evil, don't ask the reason. Hehe, Zhong Nan's family style is still so straightforward."

No matter what Han Ji did, the charges had already been determined early on, and all kinds of means were just to make him bow his head and confess his guilt.After going back, there are other things that are enough to prove his crimes are overwhelming.Fu Changting has already drawn up the charges for him, which cannot be questioned, refuted, or justified. All that is owed is his signature and signature, so that he can make a verdict that is justified.He really has something to do with the blood formation, he really is a partisan of the evil way, and he really helps the evildoers, that's enough.The universe is clear and clear, and the laws of heaven are clear. How can there be the theory of wrongful killing?The Youming sword was unsheathed, and thunder and fire roared in the nine heavens, punishing evil with righteousness, and subduing demons with righteousness.Fu Changting only needs one result of punishing rape and eradicating evil, and the motives and reasons are all the sophistry and rhetoric of evil heretics, so it doesn't matter if you don't listen.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Changting asked with difficulty as he clenched his hands into fists, his fingertips pierced through the cloth and dug deep into his palm.

Tianjizi looked at him meaningfully, with a hint of pity in his blood-colored pupils: "My little brother..."

Fate is about to run out, and the light will return.All the scenes of the past unfolded in front of his eyes.His little junior brother, who was only a little big when he was carried up the mountain, nestled obediently in his arms, sucking his fingers, and looked at him with wide black round eyes.No matter where he goes, he has to follow his little junior brother; the little junior brother who holds the wooden sword, shakes and swings, and finally falls back crying with a "plop"; The little teacher who bickered with him.His little brother...

"Hahahahahaha..." The sharp nails had pierced more than a section of his throat, his nose and mouth were bleeding, his eyes were red, and his heart-piercing laughter.

Fu Changting asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at Han Yu. He...hahahahahahaha...what is he?"

He asked inexplicably, Fu Changting frowned.

Tianjizi continued: "In Zhongnan Shangxia, since ancient times, good and evil have been used to discuss all things. Everyone is good, and ghosts are evil. Eliminate evil and promote good, and use righteousness to punish evil. You are good, I am evil, black and white. The ridiculous thing is that Han Gou, I despise him for doing good, but you hate him for doing evil. Good? Evil? Is he good or evil? Zhangjiao Fu, what do you think?"

"He..." There was a sudden emptiness in his heart, he was tongue-tied and didn't know how to reply.

Except for the conclusion of good and evil, he knew nothing about him.Why did he bury his finger bones under the tree?In the blood formation, did he do other things?And why did you lie to him and take the felony of murder?

For the first time in his life, the Taoist who only asked the guilt and not the root cause was at a loss.He wanted to know everything, not just who was right and who was wrong, but also... Han Yu, that ghost's possessions.

However, it's too late.