The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Unknowingly fell asleep, Ye Tan realized when he opened his eyes that this was the first time he fell asleep after becoming a human.

Zisang Junyan's coat was still covering his body, and he leaned against the plane tree next to him.

The little panda lay in His arms, and fell asleep with its paws and tail tangled together.

Only them, Zisang Junyan is not here.

There is smoke in the house.

Through the raised wooden window, Yu Tao nodded to him gently: "He's going to help me find something, wash his hands, and eat when he comes back."

Yetan put the little panda and Zisang Junyan's clothes on the table in the courtyard and let it continue to sleep.

After a pause, although it was not necessary, I still washed it with the mountain spring in the courtyard.

Ye Tan walked in.

Yu Tao was actually cooking.

Ye Tan stood at the door, not intending to go in, frowned slightly, he didn't like the smell of oily smoke.

Why does a ghost have to live like a human in a place like Jiuyou?

Yu Tao didn't look at him, but seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "I was raised by a group of ghosts when I was young. Although I was a ghost, they were more human and knew how to live than me."

Ye Tan narrowed his eyes and said wearily, "It's so troublesome."

Yu Tao smiled softly, she felt pity for everyone, like looking at that baby flower, her mother felt: "Ah, I also said that at the time, but my aunts said that a person is alive It's a trouble, the more trouble you have, the more you live."

Ye Tan looked at her lightly: "I'm not human, and neither are you."

Yu Tao smiled: "Ghosts used to be humans, and you have also entered the world of mortals."

Yetan took a very light breath, his emerald-colored eyes were quiet, looking out of the yard, it was still the starry night and white clouds before going to bed, but the hazy moon moved from left to right, beyond this world was the boundless wilderness and ghost.

"You have something to tell me."

He deliberately sent his son Sang Junyan away, and let Tianshu fall asleep too.

Yu Tao was a little surprised by his sharpness, still stirring the porridge in the pot, and put the lid on, the water vapor filled her face, and soon became clear again: "It's so pitiful."

Ye Tan didn't move, his ice-snow-colored face showed no emotion, and he looked into the distance, it should be cold, but when he was quiet, the sage between his brows gave people a gentle feeling, like a emerald-colored clear lake between the snow mountain and the spring mountain, Tolerate anyone to reflect.

Only Yu Tao's voice was unhurried, like a puff of smoke: "There is nothing on that person. There is not even cause and effect."

Yetan quietly looked at the night sky, but did not look at her, and said calmly, "Is cause and effect just trouble?"

"You see the baby flowers in the wasteland, the birth of these flowers is not anything, yes, no. He is also 'no'. People are hurt, killed, hated, sad, angry, and hate, but Yingtonghua did not. Compared with being hurt by the world, it is rejected by the world first.

"No love, no hate. No cause, no fruit. Not just baby flowers, ghosts and ghosts in the Nine Nether Wasteland, are all things without cause and effect. In the underworld, even if these things are soaked in the river of forgetfulness, there is no Any use. Some people call it, no reincarnation.

"However, that person is just like these ghosts. Even if there is no decree from the heavenly book, no military solution, he has no reincarnation. Even if he is soaked in other people's karma and covered in blood, it is useless."

Ye Tan paused for a moment, then turned to look at her, his eyes were calm: "How do you know that he was ordered by the Heavenly Book to be dismissed?"

When Zisang Junyan spoke, apart from them, Yu Tao shouldn't be able to hear him.

Yu Tao looked at him softly, as if she knew all his thoughts: "I am a ghost saint, an old guy who has lived for a long time, and I always see a little more. I can't explain clearly, but in general No mistake. You get it, don't you?"

Her eyebrows are more compassionate than ghosts.

Yu Tao: "He doesn't understand, he's too young, no one can understand him, and he doesn't have time to be understood. He doesn't even know how to live yet."

Ye Tan looked at her quietly: "Since you can see it, you should know that he will indeed kill you. Why don't you run away and don't hate him?"

Take pity on Zisang, like a mother to a child.

Yu Tao lowered his eyes and pursed his lips into a smile, and said in a voice like clouds, "Want to hear a story?"

"Okay."

So she told a story.

A certain small country in the world, a certain village in a certain dynasty, let’s call it Banyan Town, because there is a centuries-old banyan tree there.

In order to prevent foreign relatives from becoming bigger, the emperor of the current dynasty chose concubines and daughters-in-law for his sons, and they all chose women from ordinary families.

Therefore, even a small place like Rongshu Town has a private school for girls.

One day, a new female student came to the private school. It was said that she came to join relatives, and the relatives sent the girl to this private school.

The female students should have been the ladies of everyone. In such a small village and town, there are also males to pick them up when they come to school.

One day, a handsome young man came in. The young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Although he was standing outside the private school and waiting, the girls in the private school peeped through the screen of flowers and trees, and they were not in the mood for class for a while.

The young man turned his back on him sideways, without looking sideways, and did not exceed the courtesy at all.

A bold girl pointed to a poem and asked the female teacher: "Sir, what should be the explanation for this poem?"

The female wife read it slowly: "On a spring outing, with apricot blossoms blowing all over your head, who in Moshang is young enough to be romantic? The concubine plans to marry her and retire for the rest of her life. Even if she is ruthlessly abandoned, she cannot be ashamed."

The whole audience was aware of the sound, covered their lips and snickered, and saw that although the young man was standing with his back facing each other in an orderly manner, the tips of his ears seemed to be faintly red.

"It's "Si Di Xiang" by Wei Zhuang."

The girl said coquettishly: "I think this sentence is not well written. A woman who is abandoned by a man she likes and still doesn't care about is a fool with a love brain. If it were me, I would scratch his face and tell him that he can't lie to others again." girl."

The female wife only smiled.

Since then, the young man has come to pick up his sister every day.

But he didn't talk to any girl in the private school, made eye contact, and always kept away from her, everyone gradually became bored.

No one noticed that although the young man didn't look at other girls, whenever their husband was reading, he would turn slightly to his side and listen intently.

Younger Lang's younger sister has a taciturn personality and acts like a young lady who is different from other girls. She is faintly excluded by others, but with her husband around, everyone dare not show it publicly.

Perhaps because of this, the young man often waits for the female students to leave, and stays at the end to help the husband tidy up the private school's utensils.

Later, he also asked the teacher for homework.

Later, someone saw him fetching water and firewood for his husband's house.

No one thinks about the romance, that handsome and handsome young man is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the female wife is eight years older than him.

The female wife is dressed in simple and elegant clothes, with no makeup on the wooden hairpin. Apart from her elegant temperament, her face is clear and graceful. Compared with the young woman who is full of schools, she is like a hibiscus growing in late autumn in the long spring.

But that young man doesn't like spring, he only likes hibiscus.

He didn't discuss marriage until he was 22 years old.

Gradually, the rumors came.

When he was 22 years old, the wife was already 30 years old.

Others can at most comment a few words, he has no father and brother to make decisions, who can care about him?

It was the female wife who made people frown.

A scholar, or a woman who is eight years older than the other party, maybe a widow, hanging on to a young man who is young.

Those people were not wrong, but when she thinks about it in the future, she never refuses that young man who surrounds her with courtesies.

Not only did she never refuse, she also generously put the flowers sent by the other party in a vase and cared for them carefully.

It is precisely because of her generosity and never shy away from it that no one wants to make trouble after so many years.

Someone questioned her, but she said frankly: "He likes me, and I like him. Why do you refuse?"

"If he really likes you, why didn't he propose marriage?"

At first, there were a lot of people who spoke foul language, but then somehow, their luck became very bad, and they could fall down when they walked.

It was seen that the young man cleaned up a few outstanding ones.

Later, the gossip lessened, but the young man did not ask her to marry him.

She neither asked nor urged nor annoyed.

Young Lang's younger sister was selected as a show girl, and he went to Beijing to escort her.

When parting, he only said that he would definitely come back, but he didn't say that he would marry her when he came back.

She didn't ask when he would return.

Later, Young Lang's younger sister became the imperial concubine, and later became the queen mother.

He came back ten years later.

Still handsome and heroic, only extravagant, not aging.

The wife is old.

She is 40 years old.

He was still standing outside the private school, and she was still teaching the cardamom girl to read.

He always remembered that her reading voice was pleasant and calm, like clouds and smoke flowing over, autumn water flowing over wood hibiscus.

When the emperor was originally a courtier who rebelled, the whole family of the former royal family was slaughtered, only two infant children escaped.

Planning for 30 years, drafting, and entering Beijing are all for revenge.

On the way to Beijing, he forgot about the hibiscus. There is no hibiscus in the northern country, only the beautiful peony.

In the past ten years, he hasn't inquired about the news. Whether she is alive or dead or married, waiting or complaining...

But when he came back, he saw her wrinkled, reading poems with a gentle smile, for some reason, burst into tears instantly, heartbroken, and eagerly turned his back so that she would not see her.

The girls heard the rumors about the uncle's heart, and came to ask her secretly.

"It doesn't matter." The cloud-like voice said, "I also forgot him, earlier than him. Once I didn't see him, I forgot him completely. It's the truth."

It's the truth, of course it's the truth.

She said: "I didn't believe him. Such a young man always has to betray his heart. I didn't believe it from the beginning."

That's good, that's good.

He held on to the railing tightly with his fingers, and the pain from his heart to his spine was so painful that he couldn't stand still.

She said: "How can you love someone for the rest of your life? If you love the wrong person, what should you do?"

That's good... like a puddle of mud, forgotten by that hibiscus.

Run away in a hurry.

He lived there for a long time and never saw her again.

She didn't lie to him. She had been living a good life in the ten years since he left, and there were other handsome men who gave her flowers.

It's not good, those people abandoned her just like him.

He painted a lot of paintings, from the age of 22 to [-], standing under the eaves of the private school and listening, like the old man in the painting, who only lived for five or six years.

If one painting is burned, the old man will die once, and when the painting is exhausted, he will die completely.

However, the story did not end like this.

There was a fire that night.

He shouldn't be here, he should be in the capital. After the revenge was successful, the relationship between him and his sister appeared to be discordant.

The younger sister wants to support her son, and he will return to the country according to the original plan.

"Anyway, my brother doesn't have any heirs, so why must he have that title?"

"After the restoration of the country, I will make your son the crown prince."

The two no longer trust each other.

The princess's son has half the blood of the enemy. Once the country is restored, who will let such a former emperor be the crown prince?

The best solution is that only one of the two dies.

The elder brother didn't do it for a long time, but the younger sister did it.

Both have wasted their lives, sacrificing everything they could, leaving only each other to sacrifice.

The heaven and earth nets are determined to kill him, and the gods are hard to save.

But, who knows, the 40-year-old widow living next door is a wife during the day, and the yard is full of ghosts and ghosts at night.

Power that exceeds the human world is not allowed. She has suppressed her cultivation for many years, stayed in the human world, and once lost control.

After saving him, she died in the world from then on.

The person in charge of her reception in the comprehension world, who heard that he was a big man who had crossed the tribulation in the underworld, suddenly returned to his position early.

There are very few living people who practice the way of ghosts, and ghost cultivators are generally ghosts, and people from the underworld have always been in charge, so the big man stopped by to take her for a ride.

People in the cultivation world can reshape their appearance, but she maintains her 40-year-old appearance, wrinkled and aging.

But that person still looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. He was handsome and handsome, and he didn't know each other: "You are a new ghost cultivator in the mortal world? It's rare to see such a young ghost cultivator who can form alchemy at such a young age. Why is his face full of wind and frost?"

Ghost Xiu just smiled: "Yes, Lord of the Ten Directions Palace."

A hundred years ago.

You Ming's new Shifang Hall Master spilled a drop of water on his way.

The baby girl in the wilderness accidentally got it.

……

Ye Tan listened quietly: "You knew him from the beginning?"

He lied to her, she saw through and didn't tell the truth, he betrayed her, she pretended not to know.

He left, she still lived like that.

Yu Tao: "I don't know. After 3000 years in the cultivation world, I slowly remembered that I was originally a baby flower."

Ye Tan: "He lied to you, he is not a good person. Aren't you angry?"

Yu Tao pursed his lips and smiled.

The young man is not a good person, if there is a better person, she will definitely not want him.

However, he was the only one who was not good, who gave her warmth in the world.

Her voice was as gentle as clouds and smoke: "I have nothing at all, and anyone in the world passed me by. Although I was alive at that time, I was the same as a ghost that no one saw. Others practice to escape the suffering of reincarnation. Ghosts practice Taoism , but re-enters reincarnation after cultivation.”

She cultivates the way of ghosts, and cultivates karma between people and her.

"I have been in the human world for 40 years. The reincarnation in the world is just like an actor on stage. Changing makeup changes the identity relationship. Because there is a causal relationship, the story can always be sung. However, I am weak in cause and effect, happy, angry, sad, resentful, happy , have nothing to do with me.

"He lied to him, I wanted to make me happy. He speaks nicely, has beautiful eyes when he smiles, and the flowers he gave are also fragrant. People in the world promise each other forever, and in the next life, they may become enemies or forget each other. I will treat him as a mayfly For the rest of my life, I live and die in the evening."

Six years of time is 190 reincarnations.

Yu Tao looked towards the courtyard, and the figure of Zisang Junyan came back from afar.

There is nothing to lose.

He will be more merciful to all living beings.

"When I saw him, it was like seeing me in the past. A person without cause and effect, even if he lived for tens of thousands of years, this world is like a dream, and has nothing to do with him. Compared with me in the past, he is better than this ghost in the Nine Nether Wasteland. It's even more pitiful. He doesn't even know what loneliness is."

Yu Tao sighed softly, like a cloud of smoke clearing away.

She passed Yetan and walked towards Zisang Junyan.

The summer night is long, and the stars will be scattered.

"Let me tell you, my sin. Didn't you find out that there was a problem with the book of life and death, and some souls entered reincarnation, but the book of life and death did not recognize it? It's not that there was a problem with the book of life and death, but the tree of life and death was exhausted. Someone took those souls to nourish life and death Tree.

"The tree of life and death dried up because there were three drops of the spring of life and death in the tree's heart. 3000 years ago, the spring of life and death was stolen, and there were only two drops left, one of which was accidentally taken by me. Now, only the last drop is left.

"The life and death of the tree of life and death is related to the survival of the underworld and the reincarnation of all living beings. This is my sin. I should die, my soul will not exist, and I will not enter reincarnation. If you can see it, you should know that what I said is true. "

Zisang Junyan: "Aren't you going to see him?"

She stood in the summer night in the courtyard, her eyes were gentle: "It's gone, let's end here."

Ye Tan looked at them.

Zisang Junyan looked calm, neither happy nor sad: "Okay."

His hand went through Yu Tao's heart.

Countless fireflies rose, and the summer night in the courtyard dissipated like a dream bubble, and there were only black and red treacherous clouds overhead.

No stars, no moon, no clouds.

In the pot of the kitchen, the fragrant porridge was just cooked, and in a blink of an eye the wind blew by, turning the whole courtyard into a pile of yellow sand.

The fireflies were like a shower of rain, blowing towards the whole Jiuyou.

Ye Tan narrowed his eyes, and looked at Zisangjun Yan Yongye's same eyes: "What did she ask you to get?"

"A sprig of hibiscus."

The hibiscus that grows in Jiuyou has only one pale and weak flower stalk.

Ye Tan stretched out his hand to take it, and the flower got his cultivation, it turned green in an instant, and a gorgeous flower bloomed.

Let go of your hand, and the flower branches float to Jiuyou Wasteland along with the clouds and rain.