The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

... In the future, you will like me like I like you... Can you like me now... I already like you very much now...

The wind illuminated by the sun is like water, lighter than water, flowing over grass blades, treetops, and field wheat ears.

The light is amber.

Zisang Junyan stretched out his hand and touched the wind.

When he spoke, he looked at his eyes, as if it was not for him, as if he didn't dare to look at him for fear of being hated by him.

Every time he appears, the world seems unreal.

Following the wind, Zisang Junyan touched the flower that bloomed in the wind like water.

The wind was stronger than expected, and stronger.

Shred the amber-like light and shadow.

He didn't touch it.

Zisang Junyan opened his eyes, the light on the mountain was bright and dazzling, the wind was very light, not the gentleness of amber, nor the flower.

Fusheng at the foot of the mountain came back with his fish, and as usual, he lit a fire and cooked.

"Did you see..." Zisang Junyan asked calmly.

"What did you see?" Fu Sheng was careless, complaining, "There is nothing here, just the two of us..."

Zisang Junyan remained silent.

While grilling the fish, Fu Sheng lazily sighed: "The Qingwu Pavilion is just ahead, let me eat before the big battle."

Zisang Junyan looked into the distance, didn't they go to Qingwu Pavilion?

……

It's not that they didn't go, but they got caught in a loop.

Because this place is the Heart Demon Realm.

The wind sweeps through time, backwards, backwards and forwards.

Ye Tan raised his eyes, and he returned to the mountain gate of Qingwu Pavilion again.

Everything here is as usual, the ground is flat, without any trace of the baptism of battle.

He stood on the tallest building in Qingwu Pavilion, the wind wrapped around his wrists, and the hem of his red sleeves fluttered.

In the distance, the monks in Manshan are still working hard for Qingwu Pavilion.

Gray figures, black collars, their faces could not be seen clearly.

Ye Tan sighed lightly, Fang Kong's face was low and gentle: "Are you scared?"

The wind in the air beside him seems to be vaguely portraying the human form, and this person is holding Ye Tan's hand.

It was also this person who turned back time and pulled Yetan back here from Zisang Junyan.

"What am I afraid of?" said the man calmly and loosely.

Ye Tan said softly: "I'm afraid that 1000 years ago, you were locked here by the Qingwu Pavilion and lived in the past. Those people are all you, and a thousand people are 1000 years."

The dark air in the mountains seemed to have lifted the shadow of the truth at the moment His voice fell.

Those skinny, shapeless prisoners under the empty prison uniforms each have the same face.

Juvenile, young, middle-aged, and old, all have a familiar face.

It has exactly the same face as the person who is looming in the wind beside Ye Tan.

Ye Tan looked at them without any surprise: "You are afraid of Zi Sang Junyan, afraid that he will kill you."

On the square downstairs, the wind looked back like a mirror to the scene just now——

Zisang Junyan raised his hand, and the spiritual power in his hand condensed into a black and slender short knife, like a thin and dull stele.

His expression and hands were steady, without hesitation or stagnation, he slid across the neck of the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion.

Fu Sheng shouted eagerly, and hurriedly stopped: "Don't kill him! He doesn't deserve to die."

The gloom in the air dissipated.

The face of the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion changed, and became the same as that of the enslaved people at the foot of the mountain.

A face similar to that of Jiu Shi Chen Fu Sheng.

Ye Tan said softly: "You don't want to save him, you want to save yourself. What you want to say is: don't kill you."

The stagnant wind dissipated suddenly, and the people in the mirrored picture also disappeared.

Yetan's voice was still gentle: "You are very afraid that one day Zisang Junyan will execute you like other people."

The looming figure condensed by the wind beside him is solid, floating life.

He grasped Ye Tan's wrist, his eyebrows and eyes were loose and rarely serious, and he listened to Ye Tan's words.

Ye Tan: "Even if you become the elder of Jiu Shichen, you are the most mortal among all the monks. You deliberately keep everything as a mortal, eating and resting. Because you miss everything that was a mortal 1000 years ago. Father Lord Lie, your mother was born noble, and they are very loving. Before the age of 13, as a mortal, you were safe and smooth, and had everything in the world. You have been destined to be a fairy since you were born, and you built your own foundation. On that day, you accompanied your mother You go to incense, go out for a stroll, but you meet a guide in the realm of cultivation, you don’t know that when you have abilities beyond what you shouldn’t have in the human world, you can no longer stay in the human world.”

Fu Sheng didn't speak, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Ye Tan said softly: "After you came to the realm of comprehension, you stayed in this Nine Spirits City like other casual cultivators. You said that you followed someone into an ordinary sect and became a disciple of the outer sect. After Xiao Tai selected the disciples, you and the outer disciples escorted the inner disciples, and you were left alone by accident, and you passed the test by accident, in fact, this part is not true."

Fu Sheng hummed, with a relaxed and calm expression: "He lied and concealed my existence. I was born here. He has been going well, but after he arrived in the cultivation world, everything was broken. He has never done anything for money. After running around, he has nothing in the world of comprehension. After he is no longer a public minister, he can only make money with other people and support his cultivation. Otherwise, he will die in this world of comprehension without relatives and reasons. After all, a monk who built Empress Ji only has a lifespan of 200 years. He practiced in order to return to the mortal world one day."

Then, Fu Sheng was tricked into Qingwu Pavilion.

The magic weapon of Qingwu Pavilion is locked on the neck.

"...This is our pavilion master's proud work. Wearing this is for the benefit of you outsiders. Others will know that you are from our Qingwu Pavilion when they see this collar, and you will not be casually picked up by others." Then kill them. If you want to take off the collar, work hard and practice hard, and when your cultivation reaches the Golden Core, the collar will be opened naturally. This is to urge you to practice diligently."

But of course this is just a lie.

"No matter how much cultivation you have accumulated and how much spiritual energy you have absorbed, it will eventually be sucked away by the collar." Fu Sheng said indifferently, "There is a magnet in the collar, which needs to be cultivated by monks. They are not just for controlling We, a mere group of low-level disciples from the outer sect, are not worthy of using such means, their purpose is the magnet in the collar. This is an important material for blind refining."

Fu Sheng was locked up for a long time.

Once someone tries to resist and escape, he will be brutally killed in the end.

Qingwu Pavilion will even use their corpses to refine weapons, turning them into guards who watch over and spur the group of servants from the outer sect.

"He wanted to live, and he didn't want to be locked up forever as a handyman in the outer door. So, I don't know how long it took, I appeared. I actively worked for the Qingwu Pavilion, suppressed those who resisted, and even said some disgusting words, Excuse Qingwu Pavilion. It didn't take long before they started to value me and let me manage these people. I did a good job, they treated me as one of their own, and told me that they were once a member of these people, and then they were taken over by Qingwu The pavilion was accepted as a disciple and became a high-level person. Let me work hard, and I will be like them in the future."

Xinmo Fusheng's tone has always been casual and indifferent, and he is less lazy than Jiu Shichen Fusheng, because he has no environment to be lazy.

"They would change the collar regularly and take away the warmed magnet. I managed to hide a corpse, got a magnet, and found a way to remove the collar. I didn't run away, and stayed on, with the collar, to help They warmed up the magnet. In the middle, I secretly learned the method of refining weapons in Qingwu Pavilion.

"About 100 years have passed, and Yu Luo Xiaotai accepted disciples. The first disciple of Qingwu Pavilion received an invitation letter. I managed to sneak into the entourage escorting the first disciple. On the way, let him and another Bo people killed each other and got that invitation letter. Before entering Biluo Mountain, I did one thing. I spent many years to create a collar that only I can open. When I returned here, I put the collar on the engine. On the neck of the owner of the Pavilion of Things. From then on, Qingwu Pavilion has become my thing. After doing all this, I retired. He entered Biluo Mountain."

The hundred years in Qingwu Pavilion was the pain of Fusheng's life, and he forgot all of them.

But, forgetting, doesn't mean everything never happened.

"After Zisang Junyan became the successor of the Dao of Heaven, he held the Book of Destiny and began to perform some tasks. Zique and the others would also participate in these tasks, and he also participated. During this process, he saw with his own eyes how Zisang Junyan beheaded The person whose name appeared in the Killing Book pinched the opponent's soul in his hand, and finally fell into hell. Zisang Junyan's emotionless, calm and rational face from the beginning to the end, and his invincible face deeply stabbed him. It hurt him. He thought of me, if one day, his name was written in the heavenly book, would he be beheaded by Zi Sang Junyan so mercilessly?"

Ye Tan's green eyes looked at him quietly: "Did you do nothing after you took control of the master of the Qingwu Pavilion?"

The heart demon Fusheng stared at the group of locked people, although they had the same face as his, but there was no compassion on his face.

"No. I didn't do anything. Didn't save anyone, didn't change anything."

Fusheng said lightly: "As you heard before, during the 100 years of being locked there, I thought this way, why no one came to rescue me? Why no one came to control what Qingwu Pavilion did ?Since no one can save me, why should I save others? When I was tortured, I could only rely on myself. Why can’t they rely on themselves? They dare not resist or save themselves. You have to endure everything? At the beginning, no one in the cultivation world punished Qingwu Pavilion. After I became the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion, I want to see what kind of person will punish me? For what reason.”

Ye Tan asked: "Did you wait?"

The heart demon Fusheng was silent: "No. Zisang Junyan terrifies him. Zisang Junyan has no human feelings, no heart, no sympathy, no hesitation, no wavering for any reason. He won't even listen You make any excuses and accusations. He has his own eyes to see everything, he believes what he sees, and believes in his own judgment. He will not answer any questions you have. He doesn't care why you do it, as long as you do it, he It will follow the judgment of karma and evil karma, and kill you directly. Even if people all over the world oppose it, even if the victim pleads for the murderer. He can't get anything he wants from Zisang Junyan, only death, and he doesn't want to die. So, before Zisang Junyan found him, he personally killed the master of the Qingwu Pavilion controlled by him, and released the monks controlled by the Qingwu Pavilion. He erased all traces of my existence."

Ye Tan said softly: "The more traces he erases, the stronger your power will be."

Heart Demon Floating Life: "Yes. The more he denies my existence, the stronger the confinement here. I can even manipulate time. In my domain, no one can completely kill me. As long as he is still alive, I will live, even if he dies, I can still live. Did you come to kill me for him?"

He grabbed Ye Tan's wrist.

Ye Tan didn't struggle, his emerald eyes were quiet, and the drooping eyebrows were quiet and docile: "I'm here to meet someone I've never met before."

He frowned slightly, innocently: "By the way, play a game. Don't worry, it's just a game. I don't kill people."

After all, Zisang Junyan might not like it.

Ye Tan let go of his hand, and the red umbrella drifted away with the wind.

He stretched out his hands, raised his drooping eyebrows, pure and holy brows, indulgent and contemptuous, his emerald pupils slowly deepened, and looked at him: "Don't you want to lock it up? Just do what you want Bar."

……

Qingwu Pavilion has a newcomer.

Everyone stopped and looked at the man on the horse.

Snow-haired red clothes, with a black hooded cloak from Qingwuge on the outside.

The man's hair hung down without any decoration, and his eyes were covered with black cloth.

He sat on the horse, his wrists were bound together by black chains, but there was nothing on his snow-colored slender neck.

No one would have the heart to put an ugly collar on such a beautiful neck.

There was no emotion on the blindfolded face.

Looking at it from a distance, that person is like a flower blooming in the ice and snow, the color of ice and snow, cold and noble, even if he has no expression, even if he is locked by someone, he is just quiet and unresponsive, which makes people feel unreasonably reserved. proud.

The heart demon Fusheng sat behind him, his fingers gently touching the snow-colored neck, his posture distance was as if away from him.

As if wanting to embrace him from behind, with his chin resting on his shoulder.

But for some unknown reason, he restrained himself.

Heart Demon Floating Life: "What game do you want to play with me?"

Ye Tan: "Blindfold my eyes, lock me, I can't do anything, I can't see anything, destroy the game of this world."

The inner demon floated: "Impossible, 1000 years, no one can succeed. As you can see, Zisang Junyan can't do it either."

Ye Tan didn't respond.

They rode horses through the mountains of people.

Because looking at the people on the horse, some people forgot to back away, and only fell when they were approaching.

The heart demon Fusheng wore a mask, looked at the slave who had the same face as him, and mercilessly threw out his whip, hitting the other party's body.

Ye Tan, who was blindfolded, tilted his head slightly, facing the silent boy Fu Sheng who fell to the ground.

The young man Fusheng raised his head and looked at the shackles on the opponent's hands that were the same as the collar around his own neck.

The man sat upright on the horse, not at all like a prisoner.

Ye Tan: "Aren't you going to let me work like them?"

The inner demon remained silent and pushed him off the horse.

Everyone ran away in fright.

The hood of the person who fell on the ground was scattered, and he stood up on the ground. Because his hands were shackled together, it was a bit difficult to stand up, but the face covered by the black cloth was calm and emotionless.

The boy Fusheng who had just been whipped got up and subconsciously gave him a hand.

Heart Demon Fusheng looked down on them from the horse.

Everyone is nervous.

There are two types of work for them, one is planting and picking herbs in the spiritual field, these herbs are added in the refiner.

The other type is mining. The rough stones transported from the mines need to be smashed, screened, and then smelted.

Smelting is very simple, and the work in the middle is the most trivial and requires the most manpower.

Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect Ye Tan to do the same job as them.

They thought that the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion liked the newcomer very much.

Xinmo Fusheng didn't leave, just sat on the horse and watched them work.

From dawn to dark.

Ye Tan was the same as them, as expected, he didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything superfluous.

But everyone secretly watched him while doing their work.

From a certain moment, those fuzzy-faced floating creatures became different, even the same faces seemed to be different.

It was getting dark, and the heart demon Fusheng made a fire, so he sat by the campfire and drank.

He is now in the Dzogchen stage of the Mahayana stage. Those "floating beings", from the Qi refining stage to the Nascent Soul stage, he can crush a piece of them to death with one finger, and he doesn't need to pay any attention.

The heart demon Fusheng stretched out his hand, without looking at it, he used his spiritual power to pull Ye Tan who was transporting the ore with those "Fusheng" to his side from a distance, and stuffed him with a cup of wine.

Heart Demon Floating Life: "Accompany me to drink."

Ye Tan said calmly: "I don't like drinking."

It's been a whole day, and that pure and holy face is still as calm as it was at the beginning, without a drop of sweat, and without a trace of mess.

The demon Fusheng glanced at him and raised his eyebrows casually: "It's useless for you to do this. What do you want them to do? Resist? Kill me?"

Ye Tan: "Well, they will kill you."

Heart Demon Fusheng stopped drinking and raised his eyebrows to look at him, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to do this.

"No one can kill me."

In this world, there is only Zisang Junyan, even with a mere Nascent Soul cultivation, he can be beheaded.

But it was useless, Zisang Junyan could only kill him in one time boundary, but could not kill him in all time.

Zisang Junyan is just an element in his world, not the real Zisang Junyan.

No one can kill him.

Yetan said: "This is Fusheng's heart demon, as long as it is Fusheng, it will naturally kill you."

The heart demon Fusheng laughed: "You know how I became the patriarch of Qingwu Pavilion. I can't be killed. If they kill me, they become me. The reason why they are not me is because they will not resist."

Ye Tan was still quiet, his emotional range was very small originally, and that ice-snow-colored face was extremely pure and indifferent, after blindfolding, it became even more difficult to read any emotions.

Xinmo Fusheng was a little upset, he leaned over, subconsciously like tearing off the black cloth in front of his eyes.

He wanted to look at those emerald eyes, only by seeing the quiet tenderness in those emerald cold lakes could he regain his composure.

However, Ye Tan looked away.

Ye Tan was so calm that he was almost at ease: "I don't want to watch it now, and I don't want to be seen by him."

"Who?"

Ye Tan: "Zi Sang Jun Yan."

The inner demon floated: "He is not here, if he comes, it is just a projection of my world, not the real Zisang Junyan."

Ye Tan: "I know, but it's not because of this reason."

He has always wanted to see Zisang Junyan, Zisang Junyan at any time, and Zisang Junyan in any state, he wants to see him.

But after seeing it, I remembered the incomplete Zisang Junyan 800 years later.

But that son Sang Junyan, he can't see it now, and if he does, he doesn't know what to do.

He came to see the past Zi Sang Junyan because he didn't know what to do.

Ye Tan said calmly: "It's a bit complicated, you don't have to understand it, what you have to say is the reason why I'm blindfolded."

The inner demon floated: "I don't know why, but when you cover your eyes, I feel like you are a different person."

Ye Tan: "Well, you are right."

The Zisang Junyan he saw was not complete, but the Yetan in front of Zisang Junyan was never a complete Yetan.

"I want to know everything about him, I want to see the complete him. However, I hide all the truth from all the sons of Sang Junyan. I am blindfolded, what I will do, let me think like you, If Sang Junyan, the preacher of heaven, met me like this, he might raise his sword against me."

The heart demon was surprised: "I understand, you love...you love a person who cultivates the ruthless way of heaven? A person who has no feelings and no heart, and is more terrifying than the heart demon. No, a person who has been dead for 800 years can exist In the world, it can only be someone's demon. When you come to my demon, the person you want to meet is him?"

This is too ridiculous, but also too sad.

The heart demon floats: "Where he appears, his eyes will see, only the people who are about to be destroyed by him in the hell realm. How can anyone love such a person?"

Ye Tan didn't respond, and said calmly, "It's ok. I want to be killed by him once."

"When I was blindfolded, I felt very safe. At least once, I wanted to show the whole of me in front of him. If he didn't like it, if he was disappointed, I couldn't see it. Even the blindfolded me may not be me. Yes, it's just an element in other people's demons, or Yetan's demons."

He has always been depressed, as if he is not interested in anything, not in life, nor in death.

Like a pale flower that is dying before it opens.

But Ye Tan, who was blindfolded, showed no expression, but it made people feel that it was an epiphyllum waiting to bloom in the dark.

Needs to be watered with blood and death.

Ye Tan, who was blindfolded, said calmly: "You said, you can't be killed. If they kill you, they will become you."

Heart Demon Fusheng looked at him, not sure what he wanted to do: "Yes."

Ye Tan said contemptuously: "So, destroying this world is actually very simple."

"Simple?"

With that holy face, Ye Tan said calmly: "You killed all the floating beings, all the floating beings killed you, every floating being is dead, and of course this world will be destroyed."

Heart Demon Floating Life: "..."

Ye Tan raised his head slightly, and covered his eyes with a black cloth, making that face look more white and perfect. He said softly: "Isn't killing all the floating creatures what you want to do? You even want to kill the people outside. That Elder Shichen is floating. All the demons want to kill the host. He gave birth to you, you are all the pain. Only you are born, you look down on his fear, look down on those who are drowning in pain, weak, unable to resist Those who dare not even resist, those who are full of fear, the floating lives of the past."

Heart Demon Fusheng: "They are not me!"

Yetan: "You know their every thought. Every word they say to Zisang Junyan comes from your pride, conceit, inferiority complex, and resentment."

Heart Demon Floating Life: "That's his idea, it's the idea of ​​the elder Shichen Zhenjun Fu Sheng outside, not mine. I don't need anyone to save me, I can save myself, I can kill anyone, Heart Demon has no fear , the only person who will be afraid, is only him.”

His voice was sharp and cold, he grabbed the shackles on Ye Tan's wrist, and dragged him to his side.

Cold, red eyes stared at him fiercely.

Ye Tan didn't resist, and covered his eyes with a black cloth, giving the already holy face a noble and cold abstinence.

Even the heart demon felt strange: "What the hell are you?"

At first glance, it looks like desire, but it has the holiness of a god, as if it came to save him.

When He opened his mouth, he spoke the most dangerous words with the gentlest face.

He might be drunk, so he looked at Him blankly and asked, "Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you treat me better? Why didn't you save them?"

It looks like He appears when people are most painful and weak, with tender and compassionate eyes...or nothing, just appear, as long as he is willing to gently touch his head and say, I want to save you , I am here to save you, or, as long as I show up and accompany him.

He will be willing to become better, willing to correct himself, willing to be influenced and healed.

However, this person does nothing.

He blindfolded him in order to kill him completely without any scruples.

And yes, kill all of him.Guilty, innocent.

Ye Tan's face covered with black cloth seemed to be a little doubtful, but even that little doubt was almost nonexistent.

He cared not for the pain of those before him.

Said calmly: "Sorry, the few emotions I have left are not enough for one person, and I can't give it to the second person. I can only be gentle with him, and I can only look at him alone."

According to legend, Udumbara grows in front of the Buddha, and it is the flower of heaven that blooms for the birth of saints and gods and Buddhas.

And He is a Udumbara flower that grows under the hell, in the ice and snow, and was polluted by the blood of his lover before he opened his eyes.

It is this world that pierces the heart of His lover.

If He had ever had real tenderness, it was only the residual warmth that was tainted when Zi Sang Junyan's fingers were carefully placed on his heart.

"I'm not here to heal anyone, I'm here to borrow your karma to play a game of bloom and destruction with this world."

However, if Zisang Junyan can find Him earlier, He can temporarily be that gentle and innocent flower that was forced to bloom, Zisang Junyan's flower.