Ru Yan looked at the figure in the fog calmly.
I saw a group of people walking out of the fog.
They were old, weak, women and children, with yellow hair hanging down. Their clothes were old but also very clean.
These are the remaining people in Ruyi Town, the people Wuhua rescued from Ye Gui not long ago.
In those days, Wuhua helped these people in the empty Ruyi Town.
Now, they show up and want to help Wuhua.
It's human nature to repay a favor in return.
An old man was leaning on a crutch, his messy beard and hair fluttering in the wind.
"My lord, Master Wuhua saved us from Night Ghost. He is really not a bad person. Please, let him go."
"I kneel down for you."
"Please, don't hurt Master Wuhua."
The group of people knelt on the cold ground, regardless of the mud on the ground, and begged Ru Yan.
Ru Yan said calmly: "He is a night ghost who harms the world. Everything you see is an illusion."
"But he saved us. I heard that Master Wuhua also saved many people nearby." The old man retorted.
The old man's persistence is also the persistence of this group of people.
Last night, they didn't know who the hero of this battle was.
Until early in the morning, someone saw Wuhua who was seriously injured and unconscious.
They no longer trembled like they were hiding in bed last night, but stood up.
Ru Yan frowned slightly, the book in his hand was gone, and he was thinking about how to explain.
These are all humans, pure humans.
Confucianism will not kill people.
After seeing Ru Yan, he still had no intention of letting Wu Hua go.
Some people stood up and walked towards Ru Yan, blocking both Ru Yan and Wu Hua.
This is the only thing they can do - protect Wuhua with their own bodies.
Whoosh!
A small stone flew over.
It was very slow, very light, and even failed to throw Ru Yan because the force was too small.
thump.
The stone fell into the puddle, and the muddy water splashed on Ru Yan's pants.
Ru Yan looked at the child who threw stones.
The child was only three or four years old. His clear eyes were full of courage and his face was filled with anger. He clenched his fists and stared at Ru Yan.
That stone is the embodiment of his courage.
Immediately afterwards, another little girl with braids ran up to Ru Yan.
Pooh!
Then he hid behind the woman again.
Yes, she was scared. The scholar in front of her scared her more than the night ghost.
But fear didn't stop her.
Ru Yan's expression was complicated, and he didn't know what to feel in his heart.
There is no such truth in the book, nor does it say how to deal with the situation at hand.
He has read many books for hundreds of years, citing classics and classics, and talking about the past and the present.
Now, he encountered a problem.
It was a problem that even his superb martial arts skills and extensive knowledge could not solve.
Ruyan sighed leisurely. "Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. The ancients never deceived me."
As long as Ruyan has a thought, he can destroy these people.
But how can he destroy the power of the human heart?
Yu Zhi slowly said: "How can the person who saves people be a disaster?"
"How can a compassionate monk harm the world?"
"How to predict the future? Is it too unreasonable to only rely on the speculations of seniors as the truth?"
Shang Fenghua and others also looked at Yu Zhi and these old, weak, women and children.
They are ghost hunters. They use their swords against night ghosts and those who betray the human race, not against these old, weak, women and children.
The fog in the autumn morning finally lifted.
Ruyi Town is dilapidated and there are many ruins.
These are not important, after all, the people here have been massacred by night ghosts.
No matter how good a house is, if no one lives in it, it loses its meaning of existence.
A group of people were standing in the ruins, and a group of people were kneeling.
These living lives are the real meaning.
Outside Ruyi Town, an old monk walked over. His cassock was worn and worn, but he was still solemn. His eyes were chaotic, reflecting countless changes in the world.
Rays of golden light emerged, slowly lifting the kneeling man up.
"Amitabha. According to Confucianism, give the flowers to the poor monk."
The old monk came from the Xuankong Temple. He was the abbot of the Xuankong Temple and one of the most powerful masters in the world, Master Xuan Song.
Ru Yan looked at Xuan Song, obviously knowing him.
"This is your disciple of Xuankong Temple. You should give me an explanation."
Xuan Song clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk will naturally give you an explanation."
Ru Yan looked at Xuan Song, then at Wu Hua and the people blocking Wu Hua.
Xuan Song's appearance gave Ru Yan a choice.
Giving Wuhua to Xuan Song is the best choice.
Ru Yan turned around and walked towards the outside of Ruyi Town. "You should leave too. Leave this matter to the Xuankong Temple."
Yu Zhi and others were relieved when they saw this, and Ru Yan's concession gave Wu Hua a glimmer of hope.
Shang Fenghua and others took a deep look at Yu Zhi and left immediately.
"I've met Master Xuan Song." Yu Zhi and others saluted Xuan Song.
Xuan Song raised his hand and waved, and golden light filled the three of them.
Suddenly, the injuries on his body improved a lot.
"Wuhua is a great blessing to have three donors to help him."
Yu Zhi said modestly: "Master's words are serious."
"But what's going on with the little monk? Why does he have such a change?"
Xuan Song said nothing.
This means that it cannot be said.
"The three donors can come to Xuankong Temple to sit down in the future. When the time comes, the poor monk will answer your questions."
"In this case, the poor monk will take the first step."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Song took Wu Hua and turned into a golden light and rushed towards the sky.
Yu Zhi opened his mouth and said unhappily: "The old monk doesn't talk much, and his legs and feet are quite nimble."
...
Three days later, Yu Zhi and others appeared in Yangzhou city.
Wuhua was brought back to Hanging Temple by Xuan Song.
Wuhua's temporary crisis has been lifted.
But the changes in Wuhua still troubled Yu Zhi.
Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion's search for Youying was unmistakable, and the black mist on Wuhua's body also looked like a scene of erosion from the source of night ghosts.
So is Wuhua really a night ghost?
Yu knew that none of this was important. What was important was whether Wuhua harmed any living beings.
Yu Zhi took a bite of the big chicken drumstick with oil coming out of his hand.
He would rather believe that he is a night ghost than think that the little monk can harm others.
Not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future.
"That old monk Xuan Song didn't make it clear. We will have to go to Xuankong Temple sooner or later." Yu Zhi said.
Ye Qinghuan nodded and said, "However, if there is really a problem with Wuhua, I'm afraid we won't be able to solve it."
The Ruyan Master who appeared earlier has proved that the strength of several people is like paper in front of these big shots.
Yu Zhi knew that he still had to improve his cultivation level now.
If he were a strong master, no matter what ghost hunter he was, he would kill them all with one knife.
However, Yu Zhi knew better than to urge Ye Qinghuan to practice more quickly if he expected himself to become a master.
"What are your plans?" Yu Zhi asked Lei Jun.
Lei Jun said: "Something happened in Shiwandashan. I must return to the sect as soon as possible."
After coming out of Wuqin Lake, Lei Jun received a message from Duandaomen, asking him to return to the sect immediately.
Because of Wuhua's crisis, Lei Jun has been delayed for several days and cannot delay any longer.
Yu Zhi's expression became a little solemn.
More than a month ago, Yu Zhi had written letters to Yan Yi when he went to Ximo Prefecture.
Yan Yi's Thousand Paper Cranes once said that there are night ghosts haunting the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Now that I think about it, this is very strange.
"If anything happens, you can send a message to Qiang City in West Mo Prefecture." Yu Zhi said.
"Okay. Thank you, Brother Yu." Lei Jun said.
After Lei Jun left, Yu Zhi looked at Ye Qinghuan again and asked, "Where is Si Qinxue?"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes twitched, and she thought for a moment before speaking: "She said that Xiang Ji saved her master's life, and now she repays her kindness on behalf of her master and cannot betray Xiang Ji."
Yu Zhi patted Ye Qinghuan on the shoulder and said helplessly: "It's rare for a big ice cube like you to find a girl you like, but you are still your opponent."
Ye Qinghuan looked at Yu Zhi and resisted the urge to hit him.
Now that you are happy in love, do you deserve my disappointment?
Yu Zhi took a sip of tea and looked towards the streets of Yangzhou City.
Because of the war, this place is far less prosperous than before.
There are a lot more beggars and a lot more people in the world.
Lines of soldiers patrolled the streets, and war drums could be heard from time to time outside the city walls.
"The war is raging, and it is the people at the bottom who are suffering. In addition, the night ghost is born, and I don't know how long this troubled world will last."
"However, Xiang Ji must have colluded with Night Ghost. If someone from the Ghost Hunting Pavilion discovers it...the Master Ruyan we have seen will beat Xiang Ji to death first."
"Even if Chu is defeated and the Tiger Roaring Army takes over Kyoto, Xiang Ji won't be able to live long. At that time, Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry will be implicated..."
There was a trace of worry in Ye Qinghuan's eyes. This worry was naturally because of Si Qinxue and Madam Lu.
The two of them treated him well and were one of the few people in his life who gave him warmth.
Ye Qinghuan didn't want to involve the two of them because of Xiang Ji.
With a smile on his lips, Yu Zhi said, "How about you beg me and let me give you an idea?"
How could Ye Qinghuan not understand Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi must have had an idea when he spoke like this.
"Say!" Ye Qinghuan said anxiously.
Yu Zhi coughed a few times and said firmly: "The matter is simple. Sooner or later we will fight against the Prince of Chu's Mansion. Go and ask Uncle Qiu to kidnap Si Qinxue to Qiang City for you."
Ye Qinghuan's eyes lit up.
It is not an easy task for a tenth-grade master to kidnap a girl.
Yu Zhi continued: "In this way, Si Qinxue did not rebel, but fell into the enemy's hands and was regarded as the wife of the village."
Yu Zhi's face was filled with pride.
"How's it going? Is it a clever plan? Qing Huan, I'm not telling you to use your brain more."
Ye Qinghuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I'm just not as shameless as you."
"Cough cough cough!" Yu Zhi drank tea without blushing or heartbeat.
There are many girls who admire Ye Qinghuan, but Si Qinxue is the only one who is attracted by Ye Qinghuan.
Yu Zhi was not a gentleman and had already made up his mind.
Even if she is tied, Si Qinxue must be tied to Ye Qinghuan's wedding bed.
The rice is cooked, two fat boys are born, and they become a happy family.
...
Back in the inn, the two planned to set off again tomorrow and return to Qiang City.
As soon as Yu Zhi lay down, he heard a knock on the door.
Yu Zhi opened the door and took a look. He was surprised by the person standing at the door.
