Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

"...Me? Why am I sad?" Shitou rubbed his nose for a moment, stunned, and then forced a smile, "I'm just wondering, what is this evil?"

Yan Chicheng took a deep look at him and said, "Evil is evil."

"Who convicted? Who punished? You?" Shitou looked at him. This time, he didn't avoid his gaze, but mustered up the courage to meet his eyes. His movements were exaggerated, his cheeks bulging. Yes, it looks a little childish.

"No one was convicted, and no one was punished." Yan Chicheng didn't smile, just looked away, and said slowly, "Yu Suqing lost his life in poverty when he was young, and lived with his mother. After the head of Wuling returned to his hometown in fine clothes, he performed Taoist rituals in Yujia Village to save a village from famine. He called on all his disciples to give meals and practice medicine. Before he left, he left countless herbs, cotton and silk. Jealousy led to banditry, and the whole village was wiped out overnight by bandits, leaving only two young children. They were hungry and cold. They dug up Yu Suqing's mother's bones based on his memory, and spent the winter with the funerary objects. When Yu Suqing heard the news and hurried back , just happened to see this scene."

His tone was light, and when he mentioned Yu Suqing's life, his voice was flat as if he was endorsing a book, which made people feel little sympathy.

Shi Shi stroked his chin and wondered, "You see it all?"

Yan Chicheng shook his head: "I didn't pay attention, but I knew it naturally."

"Is this Yu Suqing's guilt?" Shitou was still puzzled, "He killed people in Yu's Village, so Heaven should punish him? It doesn't make sense. Every year countless poor people starve to death. When will Heaven come out to fight against injustice? ? Jiangyang bandits and thieves have killed countless people, and when did you see the sky thunder strike them?"

"But it's different." Yan Chicheng looked down at his hand, clasped his fingers together, and said in a low voice, "In the universe, everything grows, born in spring and killed in autumn, and the strong eat the weak. Good and evil. Until people in the world have enlightened their spiritual wisdom, there will be rules of heaven in the court of heaven, laws in the mortal world, and the so-called ten commandments of the spirit king in the ghost world. There will be right and wrong, and there will be guilt."

Shi Shi listened in a daze, and he also followed Yan Chicheng's hand with his eyes. Looking at it, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and then quickly retracted it.

Yan Chicheng didn't catch him as usual, and only said slowly: "Ordinary people are like grass and trees, they live and die at night and sleep at night. If they want to go one step further, get rid of mortal wombs, cast immortal bones and become immortals, they have to transcend things. To temper the way I have practiced to perfection, I no longer need to borrow anything, I can grow bright without anything to rely on, and I can live forever without anything to rely on.”

"In this way, wouldn't the rules of heaven, the law, and the ten commandments no longer restrain you?" Shito laughed, "Then what does it matter if you do evil?"

"Whether it is the law of heaven or the Ten Commandments, it is all determined by man, in other words, it is determined by the heart." Yan Xianjun did not give him cold eyes because of the word "doing evil", his eyes fell softly and heavily on the top of his hair , Corrected in a gentle voice, "They can't restrain you and me, and they can't restrain Yu Suqing. What restrains Yu Suqing is his own heart. If he judges something in his heart as a crime against himself, he will be infected with sin. Things are judged to be a death penalty for one's own way, and the body is stained with evil spirits. The evil spirits accumulate, and one day, one day, he will collapse and die, and the crime will be committed on the body, and the original way will not allow him to go away."

"I can't go anymore, so what?" Shito asked, gently rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, and made a relaxed expression on purpose, "Isn't it okay to go another way?"

"I can't go anymore, so I should go back to the original place." Yan Chicheng took his hand and took him away from the pool little by little. He was always one step behind, so Yan Chicheng stopped and waited for him until he was whimpering. Moved forward, took the second step, and then stopped to wait for him, "Ordinary people turned into dry bones, peach blossoms turned into mud, gold and jade were still coins, stones turned back to stone... everything returned to its original appearance."

After the catastrophe, Shi Shi's mood was not too high for a few days, and he didn't like snacks and fresh fish.

Shui Niang saw something was wrong, she found Yan Chicheng, and persuaded him to coax him.

Yan Chicheng just shook his head and said, "It's not something I can persuade."

Shui Niang had no choice but to think of some stupid ways to make Shitou happy. He was not good at his hands and feet, and accidentally got Shitou covered in water.

Shitou sat on the lawn with his mouth full and changed his clothes. He let go of his belt and asked in a daze, "Shui Niang, do you think that a person like Yan Chicheng will be infected with evil spirits?"

Shui Niang was startled, and then smiled: "Are you worried about the master? Don't worry..."

"I'm not worried about him." Shito lowered his head and looked at the ice silk belt in his hand. The silk was soft and slippery, and it slipped from his hand as soon as he grabbed it. Sha, should also be expelled by thunder, and I, Yu Suqing, are not worried, so how can I worry about him?"

The smile on Shuiniang's face faded little by little, and he was stunned for a long time before he said cautiously: "Then why are you asking me like that?"

"I don't know either." Shitou whispered, "I just want to ask, if I don't ask, I feel uncomfortable. You said that Yan Chicheng won't be stained with evil spirits, is that true?"

Shui Niang hesitated and said: "That's true, Master Shimen... seems to be like this."

"He still has a teacher?" Shitou asked in surprise, "What would that look like?"

"I don't know!" Shui Niang waved her hands again and again, "Master Xie, I don't want to talk about Master."

Shitou frowned, no matter how slow he was, he still faintly reacted. After mentioning "don't worry about Yan Chicheng", Shuiniang seemed to not want to talk to him anymore.

In the next few days, his life became more and more unsatisfactory. He always felt awkward when facing Yan Chicheng, and Shuiniang no longer devoted herself to playing with him as usual. He wondered if he should worry about Yan Chicheng , but when he thought of the word "Niesha", his heart became extremely uneasy, and he broke out in a cold sweat for several nights in a row.

He wanted to ask Yan Chicheng what was going on, or ask Yan Chicheng to find a doctor for him, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth—the pair of black eyes made the fear that had been hard to overcome the previous nights intensify. He was shocked to realize that he had unknowingly become more afraid of the fairy in front of him than before, as if he would have nightmares at night if he looked at him one more time.

So he carried his quilt and moved from Yan Chicheng's bed to the green gauze cabinet, then from the green gauze cabinet to the outside room, and finally moved into the hut on the other side of the lake. Pointingly asked him to "don't be greedy for fun".

Shi Shi didn't take it seriously, and before moving away, he pointed to the bed and asked: "You and I are in conflict every day, do you think it's evil?"

"Of course it doesn't count." Yan Chicheng said helplessly, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I'm afraid that lightning will strike me!" Shitou yelled, and before Xianjun could answer, he jumped out of the house with his pillow in his arms like a rabbit.

That night, he really had a nightmare as soon as his head touched the pillow. This time the nightmare was different from the past, it was very clear. He dreamed that he became a sharp sword burning in the fire, slashing and slashing like tofu. Scattered with viscera and flesh, he stepped on it, like stepping on a soft and warm carpet, walking forward step by step, leaving a dark red footprint with each step.

The blood rain soaked into the collar, and he wiped it with his hand, only to find that there was still a heart hanging on his hand. He stared blankly, and then a basin of blood poured down from his pocket, drenching his whole body and face.

Shitou screamed, sat up straight from the bed, and subconsciously shouted: "Yan Chicheng, I'm having a nightmare!"

It was quiet in the room, no one paid attention to him.

"Yan Chicheng, I'm having a nightmare," he said hoarsely again, "Can you hug me, I'm so hot."

He still didn't get an answer, the aftertaste of the nightmare gradually faded, and his eyes and ears gradually became clear. Only then did he realize that Yan Chicheng was not in the house, and he could hear the sound of rain outside the window.

Stone struggled to get up, propped himself up and opened the window, wanting to take a look at the residence of Yan Chicheng on the other side, but found that the fairy in white clothes and black hair was standing in the middle of the lake, with his hands behind his back, letting the heavy rain pour on him.

"Yanchi..." He moved his lips, but didn't make a sound.

I saw the fairy looking at the sky with a sleepy expression, the rain was streaming down the eye sockets, like tears, and the dark pupils of Youbi's eyes were filled with darkness, and the expression inside was very complicated, and it was impossible to read whether it was shame, hatred or hatred.

There were several soft "clicks", Shitou opened his mouth wide, and watched him expressionlessly, ruthlessly breaking five nails on his left hand one by one.