The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

They passed through many villages.

Some villages have less miscellaneous qi, and they just stay for a short time.

In some villages, there are so many miscellaneous qi that almost give birth to a meager evil thought, so they stay for a few more days.

Villages with less miscellaneous qi can be seen from a distance. Generally, the aura will not be so barren. Everyone in the village is not bad in spirit, living and working in peace and contentment, and the folk customs are simple.

There are old people and children in the village, and there is no shortage of young and middle-aged people.

The villages with so much miscellaneous qi that give birth to evil thoughts are different, some villages are barren, and some villages are extremely rich.

One thing is similar, that is, the gap between people in the village is very large.

It's so big that it almost looks like the epitome of the cultivation world.

Some villagers had no lingmi to put into the pot, they were hungry and full, lived in collapsed straw huts, and died casually like ordinary people.

Some villagers live in mansions that can be called palaces, and even the bricks and stones paving the floor are made of spiritual jade.

They were obviously born in the cultivation world and possessed the power of cultivation, but some people looked numb and confused, and their eyes were cloudy.

When Yetan and Zisang Junyan passed through the village, they encountered a battle of monks.

A strong monk at the beginning stage of qi refining was openly kicking and beating a few immature orphans and children, and kicking an old man who was dying.

No one extended a helping hand, and everyone stood at the door with a cold and weird smile on their lips, watching the excitement.

"It's disgusting."

The strong think that the weak are like the mud on the side of the road when it rains, which will stick to it and stain the uppers of their shoes.

When he kicked the old man whose mouth was bleeding, Zisang Junyan held his shoulder.

The monk who staggered backward was annoyed, but when he saw Zisang Junyan, he immediately changed his countenance, not even because this person was good at judging the situation and recognized Zisangjunyan's advanced cultivation, but just because the other person seemed to be a healthy and powerful man. adult man.

"...My lord, don't sympathize with these things. These bastards are smart, monkey-like, wolf-hearted, without parents, I often can't help but look at Sheng Mien, Dou Michou, I won't give it back now, it's pitiful for this old thing to be dressed in porcelain, don't be fooled..."

A five or six-year-old boy who was as dirty as a big skinny monkey cried and shouted: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense, you have never given...you robbed us..."

"What nonsense... I want to talk nonsense, can these folks from the countryside stand up and speak out?"

Those folks in the village really stood up and persuaded: "It's all a misunderstanding."

Zisang Junyan was unmoved, and he didn't listen to what this man said.

He swiped his finger between the opponent's eyebrows, and the opponent changed from a strong monk to a patient who took one step and three pants.

Zisang Junyan let go of his hand.

If he tried to kick those children again, three or four of them could trip him up and beat them back.

He crippled the opponent's spiritual root, because the aura of this person was so mixed that it was almost all mixed aura and evil thoughts, and there was nothing left after it was taken away.

In a blink of an eye, the status was changed, and the strength and weakness were exchanged.

The villagers who stretched their necks to watch the excitement with a bewildered smile immediately shrank back in fear.

Zisang Junyan's indifferent and calm face was too intimidating to these monks, but they were just stronger than ordinary mortals.

Even though Yetan Qingsheng behind him looked good like the gods enshrined in the temple, no one dared to approach them.

Zisang Junyan said: "We will stay here for a few more days."

The demon energy in this village is comparable to everything they have passed through before.

Zisang Junyan built a wooden house himself, without using too many methods of monks.

Right next to the homes of those little beggar-like children, this is the only place in the village that is open.

When Zisang Junyan was building the house, the children peeped from afar, timidly, as if they had been beaten too much and were always on guard and afraid.

When Ye Tan looked at them, they ran back with frightened hearts beating wildly.

This was the first time anyone would be afraid when they saw Ye Tan.

After a while, the child came with water and some steamed buns.

The voice restrained trembling, and said politely: "Grandma said, thank you."

Ye Tan looked at her, and caught the chipped bowl.

The little girl who couldn't tell her gender stammered, "Drink it, I'm going to... take it home... this is the best bowl at home..."

After all, even steamed buns are wrapped in leaves.

Ye Tan sat on a rattan reclining chair, which Zisang Junyan had woven before building the house.

He did not speak, nor did he drink water.

Breaking apart the yellowed steamed bun, he took a bite, and handed the other half to the mouth of the little girl who had been secretly swallowing.

The other party took small bites at first, tried to restrain himself, and soon devoured it, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

There are only two steamed buns.

Ye Tan said softly: "Tomorrow, I will give you the second one."

She was a little scared in her heart, and her body trembled slightly, but the trembling was not because of fear, and she didn't know why, it seemed to be nervous.

No one had ever spoken to her so tenderly.

She ran away in fear, because she was afraid that the other party would soon know that their family was very poor, and she had no parents, so the other party would treat her like everyone else.

——Only when there are parents, parents will protect their children. Children who are loved are worthy of being treated gently and praised with a smile.

Ye Tan quietly watched her run away in fear, he knew what she was thinking.

The house was built before dark.

Although the house is very simple with no furnishings, Zi Sang Junyan made the inside very comfortable.

Yetan fell asleep as soon as he lay on it, and he didn't feel hard at all when he lay on Zisang Junyan's chest.

During the daytime, Zisang Junyan healed people.

At first it was the old lady next door who was kicked and injured, and then because many people watched the fun, someone asked him to show it to himself, so he went to the second house.

In the afternoon, he no longer needed to go door-to-door. Just like in the previous village, many people spontaneously came to line up.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost money, and people who have seen it say it’s much better.

There are only old men and old ladies, and the children brought by these old men, and later some older wives and girls.

These people behind came for Ye Tan.

No matter where it is, women are always a little more sensitive to beautiful things.

They looked at this wandering cultivator who was rumored to be traveling as if they were looking at a flower.

Ye Tan is just a flower and doesn't mind being looked at by others.

Maybe he would have minded at first, after all, he has grown up in the lifeless hell road snow valley for ten thousand years, but the hundred years in the causal line has almost made him used to being watched by people.

Ye Tan leaned back on the reclining chair that Zisang Junyan woven for him, with a pure and holy face, emerald eyes lightly fell on Zisang Junyan's face.

When others look at him, he looks at Zisang Junyan, and Zisang Junyan removes evil spirits from those attracted by Yetan.

Except for the men in the village, almost everyone had their evil spirits removed by Zi Sang Junyan.

However, the ones with the deepest turbidity, almost demonic, were these strong young men who intentionally or unintentionally avoided Kaizi Sang Junyan.

The atmosphere in the village can be seen much better with the naked eye. There are fewer vitriolic and vitriolic quarrels, and a lot more cheerful singing.

There were fewer patients, and Zisang Junyan began to work for the villagers who were not young and able-bodied in the village.

He doesn't ask for payment, some people will take the initiative to send some food over, and some people will not give anything.

Yetan didn't do anything, and when Zisang Junyan was repairing the house, he sat down and watched.

When Zisang Junyan went to the field, he sat on the recliner by the field and watched, a little surprised that he did it well and with high efficiency.

Also a little confused.

Monks don’t actually need to do things in person like this, do they?

The monks Yetan saw seemed to wave their hands and use their cultivation base and spiritual energy of heaven and earth to complete everything.

What's more, there is absolutely no need for Zisang Junyan to do these things.

Yetan also discovered that although Zisang Junyan collected a lot of magic thoughts, he didn't give those things to him.

Not only that, he took Yetan to live according to the routine of the villagers, and let Yetan eat three meals a day.

Ye Tan frowned and looked at him quietly.

There is a kind of speechless, pampering tenderness that goes deep into the bone marrow: "Why do you always like to feed me?"

Ye Tan has been curious since a long time ago.

At that time, he was suppressed by his cultivation base, and he was lazy and unable to speak or want to speak. Zisang Junyan was in a state of confusion, and his memory was not complete, so let it be fine if he didn't know.

Now, although Zisang Junyan's soul is not complete, it has stabilized a lot under Yetan's ten years of nurturing. Besides, even if it is not stable, he knows very well that Yetan doesn't need spiritual energy, so why is he still obsessed with nourishing it? him?

This time, Ye Tan heard the answer.

Zi Sang Junyan said: "It's not the aura in the food, it's the fireworks in the world. The demons can only be suppressed for a while, and the fireworks in the world can make you more closely connected with the world. Because they are bound by invisible and intangible human fireworks, preventing them from leaving this world. You have almost nothing to do with this world, so it is the easiest to bloom."

Ye Tan looked at him, suddenly realized the unsolved mystery of the past ten years.

"So, have you been thinking of a way to keep me since ten years ago?"

Ye Tan recalled that at that time, the pressure of flowering was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and he was always unable to grasp the rules, so he felt that the way of heaven was moody.

Now that I know the answer, looking back, it seems that when I spend more time with Zisang Junyan, I always feel more relaxed.

Zisang Junyan picked food for him carefully and attentively. There were not too many of them. Thousands of fireworks only took one wisp, just like ten years ago in Luoyue Villa, Yetan only took one bite for face each time. Zisang Junyan Will give up persistence.

Yetan looked at him, and obediently opened his mouth to be fed.

The mood is a bit strange, like a riddle and answer spanning ten years, finally bordering.

Ye Tan felt a very warm breath from these foods.

That one was an unfamiliar and indescribable feeling to him.

It's like in the Jiangnan landscape paintings that are used to freehand splashing ink, one day there are village graffiti like children's illustrations mixed in.

Exuberant vitality is very beautiful, very beautiful, like seeing young shoots sprouting from plants, spring rain falling into the soil, lush vine leaves growing in summer, flowers falling, and heavy fruits growing in autumn.

Real, happy, beautiful within reach.

Like a real life, but Ye Tan's life, time and space are always illusory, like walking on the top of the waves and the wind in the wasteland, there has never been a real signpost.

Yetan knew that this was wonderful, and this was why Zisang Junyan liked the world.

Zisang Junyan didn't say it, but he understood it.

Zisang Junyan is using the beauty of the world he knows to keep him in this world to resist the recall of him by the kingdom of heaven.

Ye Tan watched, unconsciously, the village became clear, the warm and friendly bonds between people, the thin children became healthy, and the smiles in their eyes were clear.

All this is very beautiful, even the wind blowing across the fields is refreshing and sweet.

However, when Zisang Junyan looked at Yetan in the crowd, he found that he was still leaning quietly on the reclining chair.

That pure and holy face, even if it is ruthless, feels gentle, and Qingling's eyes are watching him quietly.

The surrounding mountains are full of flowers, the wild is full of vitality, and everything is clear.

But that flower, without any waves.

The fireworks in the world are really warm and beautiful, but like the light of the setting sun, only the warm orange light falls on him, leaving no trace of warmth.

Like a mountain lake, it reflects everything, but the lake itself leaves nothing behind.

That emerald lake, no matter how gentle it is, is cold.

Just like Ye Tan, no matter how happy he is, except for the slightly curved arc of his eyes that he learned, his joy is a sleepy and emotionless tranquility.

Zisang Junyan looked at his clear and focused eyes in the crowd, and remembered that Yetan asked him if he would be lonely.

However, the one who is really lonely and unconscious is this flower.

He rejects the kingdom of heaven, but also, he does not like this world.

But he has nowhere to go.

Except for Zisang Junyan, there is nothing to be happy about.

The world that Zisang Junyan likes, the beauty he likes, his flowers, he doesn't like.

The fireworks in the world cannot plant this flower of heaven.