Chu Feng lit a fire in a thatched hut with drafts on three sides. The little beasts, bats and badgers were roasting on the fire.
A middle-aged man named Meng Ji stared straight at the bat badger, drooling from the corner of his mouth.
Chu Feng tore off a bat badger leg and handed it to Meng Ji. "How many days have you not had anything to eat?"
"Three days. Little brother, you are a good man."
Chu Feng smiled bitterly. In the ghost realm, the word "good guy" is definitely not a compliment.
Three extremely long black shadows slowly approached.
Meng Ji's eyes revealed murderous intent. He slowly stood up with a piece of barbecue in his hand, smiled faintly at Chu Feng and walked out of the hut.
Chu Feng watched the bonfire dance quietly. The sounds of fighting outside the house continued one after another, but they only lasted for a quarter of an hour and then became quiet.
Meng Ji came back covered in blood. His eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty beast.
"solved."
Chu Feng remained silent, still staring at the bonfire. He couldn't help but think deeply about the word "cause and effect", which was also difficult to figure out.
Sowing good causes does not necessarily lead to good results. Cause and effect cannot be measured in terms of good and evil, but it is not traceable.
Tao is a rule, and cause and effect is more like a traceable law.
It was Chu Feng's kind intention to save Meng Ji. Meng Ji, who had recovered a little strength, immediately killed three weaker people. This was the consequences.
It is human nature to like life and hate death. Within this outer door, people’s desire to survive is the dominant cause and effect.
In this competition of survival of the fittest, Mengji should have been eliminated because of his weak physical strength. Chu Feng's forced intervention broke this cause and effect. Then new causes and effects arise naturally. Anyone weaker than Meng Ji will die.
There is no distinction between good and evil in this cause and effect. No matter who Chu Feng saved, he was destroying an old cause and effect and forming a new one.
Only by completely breaking the order here can it be possible to uproot the cause and effect here. But you must know that in the ghost world, mortals have no chance of surviving without the protection of the sect.
The beating flames gradually calmed down, and Chu Feng seemed to have a deeper understanding of the cause and effect of heaven.
Meng Ji unscrewed the bat badger's head and handed it to Chu Feng.
"Little brother, bat badger brain is a great tonic. It is said that eating it can increase your strength."
Chu Feng saw that the badger's head was ugly and had no appetite at all. He waved his hand casually.
Meng Ji couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. "Thank you, little brother." He gnawed the beast's head clean in several mouthfuls, then picked up a palm-sized stone and smashed the bat badger's head open. Meng Ji stared at the pink beast head for a few seconds, then handed it to Chu Feng respectfully.
"Little brother, I will never thank you for your kindness, but I will never eat this thing." Meng Ji put down the beast's head and bowed deeply to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng didn't say anything more, grabbed the animal's head and walked out of the hut.
"Little brother, it's hard for a person to survive here. If you want to join forces, come here and find me."
Chu Feng didn't reply and walked out of the hut. Outside the house, there were several wandering spirits that were sucking greedily at the three corpses. The blood on the ground has not yet solidified. Among the three bodies was a woman. Their throats were all cut by Meng Ji.
Chu Feng had already seen that Meng Ji was a warrior in the Xiantian realm. How could three mortals with no kung fu be his opponents?
There were three weak wandering souls hiding in the corner shivering. Seeing Chu Feng walking alone, they followed Chu Feng quietly. Not long after, the three wandering spirits finally decided to take action, and they rushed towards Chu Feng.
"Hey, let's leave." Chu Feng's calm words seemed to have magic power to immobilize the three little devils. These three wandering souls all had their throats cut, which is exactly what they looked like when they were about to die. Chu Feng didn't want to look anymore and strode back to the small courtyard.
Xiaoqiang was slightly surprised to see Chu Feng return safe and sound.
"Do you think I will die outside? I caught a bat badger. I heard that the brain of this beast is a great tonic. I think it can be worth a meal today."
After hearing this, Xiaoqiang spat at Chu Feng.
The old man also sneered, "Is this how you repay your kindness?"
Chu Feng's face finally darkened. He couldn't hold back the tightness in his chest.
"Why, isn't it enough?"
Xiaoqiang dodged and blocked Chu Feng's retreat. The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.
Xiaoqiang said in a cold voice: "Grandpa and I were kind enough to take you in, but we didn't expect that you would retaliate for your kindness." After Xiaoqiang said that, a ghost floated out from behind him. The wandering spirit looked like a three or four-year-old child.
Chu Feng said in a deep voice: "I don't know how to repay kindness with hatred?"
The old man straightened up on the bed, knocked on his pipe and said, "I, my grandson and grandson, can't bear your badger brain."
Chu Feng noticed something unusual, "Does it mean that this bat and badger brain is inedible?"
"This is a highly poisonous thing."
"Poisonous..." Chu Feng stared at the pale pink beast's brain for a long time without saying anything. It is actually very simple to judge whether this thing is poisonous. You only need to release some spiritual power to test it. But Chu Feng didn't need to try, he knew that the old man was not telling lies.
The old man took a drag on his cigarette and asked, "Did he ever leave his name?"
"Meng Ji."
"Mengji!" When Xiaoqiang heard the name, a stern look appeared in his eyes.
The old man said: "My grandfather and grandson were plotted by him many times and almost died. Many new outer disciples fell into his hands. Did he bury himself again?"
Chu Feng smiled bitterly.
The moment he walked into this high wall, he was already being watched. Meng Ji may be just one of them. In the outside world, few people would go out of their way to harm their savior, but it was not surprising here.
In Meng Ji's view, Chu Feng still has a kind heart simply because he has not experienced what it feels like to be truly hungry. When a person is on the verge of death, the most evil and ugliest aspects of human nature are nakedly exposed. At that time, the once good man will become a man-eating demon. Now killing a young, strong and agile competitor is the way to survive here.
There is no good or evil in the ghost world, not even hatred.
The grandfather and grandson must have wanted to kill Meng Ji for a long time, but Meng Ji was a Xiantian realm warrior, and killing him would require a heavy price. Therefore, the grandfather and grandson were unwilling to take action until they had sufficient strength. They can't get hurt or the house will change owners.
All emotions are unimportant here, survival is the only criterion.
Seven sections of red flames sprang out from Chu Feng's sleeves and flashed across the room.
Not long after, two inner disciples walked into the courtyard drunk. These two people have the same status as Huang Ren. They are inner disciples stationed here all year round. To put it bluntly, they are the most marginalized disciples in the Xuangui Sect. If you don't have the opportunity, it will be difficult to obtain the core skills of Xuangui Sect in this life.
The woman living in the west room came out with a smile.
Through the window, Chu Feng saw that this woman was quite charming.
Not long after the two inner disciples entered the room, the woman's cry came out.
Xiaoqiang pricked up his ears and listened carefully. The old man hit Xiaoqiang on the head with his pipe.
"Plug your ears."
"Grandpa, I have grown up. Besides, Sister Lang calls Bansu every day. I can't help but listen."
Chu Feng was accustomed to this scene. In the Nine Nether Sect and the Seven Kills Sect, this kind of thing is a daily occurrence. But the scene of two monks looking for a woman at the same time was quite novel.
It goes without saying that this "Sister Lang" lived in this courtyard with her own money.
Not long after, Huang Ren also entered the yard. He turned his head and looked towards the south room, just in time to look at Chu Feng. Huang Ren left an unpredictable smile and walked into the north room.
The couple lived in the north room. After Huang Ren entered the room, the husband withdrew. He squatted on the stone steps outside the door and lit his pipe. Not long after, a woman's cry came from the house.
The shouts from the North Room and the West Room came and went, like a competition. The winner was clearly Westinghouse.
Sister Lang's voice was loud enough, and the laughter of the two inner disciples overwhelmed Huang Ren in the north room.
