The night wind blows from the other end of the alley, mixed with the fragrance of human fireworks and evil-fighting mugwort.
The broken hair on Balian's forehead fluttered lightly in the wind and snow, his handsome face was calm under the night light, and his mysterious and clean black eyes were fixedly looking at Meng Zifei.
He said: "Mr. Meng thought that the giant clam lived here peacefully, and the fish and shrimps sought comfort and found comfort in the clam shell. The giant clam just lived here peacefully, because these fish and shrimp were not protected. Is the giant clam wrong?”
Meng Zifei heard his metaphor and felt that Bailian's idea was a bit too extreme. He smiled bitterly and said: "How can people be compared with fish and shrimp? Brother Si Chen's idea is too narrow."
Balian said calmly: "But Brother Meng thinks that for the supreme immortal god on Kunlun Mountain, a mortal who has no cultivation and will pass away in a hundred years is a being worthy of special care?"
Meng Zifei frowned in his heart and thought to himself: How could you think of this world as so cold and heartless? His expression became calm and his tone was persistent:
"However, in this fairy city, innocent people should not be held responsible for those who sow evil causes. Since the empress is the master of the fairy city, even if she does not plant blessings for them, she should not allow evil spirits to prosper and run rampant. That’s it!”
"When I first entered the city, I had the same idea at first." The black hair on his forehead was messed up by the wind and snow, and he covered his eyes.
He raised his head slightly and nodded. His chin with clean lines looked thin and sharp, giving rise to a bit of inhuman indifference:
"Looking back now, I see how many people died in the year of great famine in the mighty world. Every day, people pray to gods and worship Buddha. Kings from all over the world set up altars to worship gods every year. But when have natural and man-made disasters been eradicated? .”
At first glance, Meng Zifei felt that the young man in front of him had an aura of indifference.
But if you look closely, you will find that it is not cold and ruthless, but a kind of purity like a deep and still pool. It is precisely because of the purity that you can see through this world more clearly.
There was no compassion or resentment in his voice, and he calmly analyzed: "God will not pity the world."
Just as a passerby feels the same when he sees a beggar who has lost his relatives and died of cold in the winter twilight.
He did not feel that it was a crime because the passers-by did not take home the beggar who was helpless in the cold and eventually froze to death to warm him.
He didn't want to condemn anything, but he just felt that it would be wrong to attribute all the disasters in the city to the emperor.
Clearly, it is the human heart that hides ghosts.
This is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
Meng Zifei looked shaken, gritted his teeth, and insisted: "But Xianling City was a ghost mountain thousands of years ago. The Emperor and the Queen knew this, but did not stop it..."
Halfway through his words, under Balian's calm gaze, Meng Zifei couldn't speak anymore.
Having lived for more than three hundred years, he would not be unaware that on the day Xianling City was opened, he issued an order to close the city.
Human monks, mortals, and monsters are not allowed to enter the city without authorization, and the monument is used as a boundary.
However, how did the practitioners who longed for the path of immortality and the mortals who wanted to live a long life, be healthy and worry-free at that time treat this city closure order?
After hearing that Xianling City was transformed into a city by the legendary Lord of Kunlun, they all fell into a kind of fanatical madness, thinking only about how to enter the city, get a glimpse of the immortal fate, and steal health and longevity.
Every day, there is an endless stream of people from all over the world who are praying to the city, and some even die outside the city wall. Some people even dig up the earth in order to enter the city, trying to escape, causing the ghost mountain's yin energy to leak out, killing a large number of mortals.
The greed of the human heart is as deep as the sea.
In order to seize the opportunity, those monks were willing to go into danger, even if they narrowly escaped death, they still wanted to achieve immortality and peace.
Before the lockdown order was put in place, were the number of people who died more than just a minority?
Later, the city gate was opened, and all cultivators who entered the city had to pass the assessment before they could enter the city again. Those who entered the fairy city without permission would be killed without mercy!
Mortals can't help it.
In this way, a horrific murder was saved.
After thinking about it carefully, Meng Zifei finally realized the truth that there is a difference between immortals and mortals.
Thinking of this, he looked at Balian with a complicated expression.
I have been practicing for hundreds of years and have a good understanding of things, but I am not as clear and comprehensive as the young man in front of me.
Balian smiled slightly and said: "So I think this Emperor's Empress is really amazing. As an immortal, she has nothing to do with the worldly affairs. In the name of a big exam, she calms down the chaos and hangs her position in the city. The purpose of suddenly making a test agreement is to use human practitioners to suppress ghost disasters in the world. Only by ordering cause and effect can the world be prevented from chaos."
Meng Zifei laughed at himself and said: "It turns out that I have narrow eyesight."
Balian's eyes widened slightly and he smiled. Different from the gentle smile in the past, he smiled like a white fox at this moment: "So, if Mr. Meng is really aggrieved by the things in the city, why don't you and I work together? It will be done if we take down that Yougui Lang."
Wouldn't it be enough to capture that Yougui Lang? ? ? ! ! !
He said extremely terrifying words seriously.
Meng Zifei's face was stained with a vegetable color.
The three-thousand-year-old ghost has most likely survived the tribulation. Without the pressure of the empress, the Yougui Lang even has the ability to destroy an entire city and kill all the monks in the city.
Are you asking me to go with you to catch this big ghost?
Chen Xiaolan heard that Youguilang was very powerful, but a layman like her couldn't understand how powerful it was.
All she knew was that if Master and Si Chen hunted ghosts together, then she could stay by Si Chen's side every day.
So, she jumped up happily and said happily: "Okay, okay, my master has a high level of cultivation. When catching ghosts, Mr. Si Chen can hide behind his master together with me."
Meng Zifei was heartbroken.
This little disciple, when she usually works with him to collect ghosts, why has he never seen her so confident in him?
Now that Si Chen is here, he holds him up like a protective umbrella.
Love is an iron-clad sweetheart and a flowing master.
Balian took a sip of the little rabbit's forehead and said, "Little rabbit, little rabbit, you were picky about food last time, Drowning Woman. Now, you can't be picky about food now, Ghost Man. You have to eat well in order to grow up." Otherwise, I won’t be able to ride it.”
Meng Zifei had a weird look on his face, "You raise deer for riding, tigers for riding, and now you raise a pure white and innocent rabbit for riding."
You asses, you want so many mounts!
Having said that, he actually wanted to feed Yuguilang to rabbits. The young man was really big-hearted.
He couldn't help but kindly pointed out: "I'm afraid this rabbit can't eat that You..."
Meng Zifei was smiling and about to touch the rabbit, but he saw the rabbit staring at him faintly. He felt a chill in his body. He couldn't figure out where the chill came from, but he saw the rabbit opened its three-petal mouth. Revealing his big fangs as white as snow, he took a bite into the air.
Woohoo.
In the snow, the shadow belonging to him disappeared.
