Yun Kong immediately had an ominous thought: "Not good!"
If Duan Zong is resurrected again, who will his target be?
Yun Kong concentrated his mind, looked around, and listened to the sounds of the woods in all directions.
If Duan Zong suddenly breaks out, even if he is unarmed, he will never be able to deal with it.
In order to guard against that unfortunate eventuality, he needed to know more: "Brother, you must tell me why you killed him?
How did you kill him? "
"Speaking of..." Yankong looked up at the sky blankly for a long time, and a line of clear tears gently flowed down his face.
He wiped away his tears, sat down on the ground, facing the direction where the footprints left: "I have always been suspicious, does Zici really like Xiaoxiang?
Or do you have other plans? After knowing Zici's life experience, I became even more suspicious. "
"That's right," Yun Kong stroked his long beard and nodded. "He is very skilled. He came from Dali to the Song Dynasty. He also has a bag of gold. He acts secretly and has a deep scheming mind... From various perspectives, there may be something behind him. There are many stories.”
"Nothing special, he is still the Dali royal family."
Yunkong was stunned: "Dali is in a remote place in the south, and there is no news. He came to China alone. Could it be that something happened there?
Otherwise, how could a majestic royal family travel across the entire Middle Earth just to seek immortality? "
"He said that his family was killed by traitors and almost all of them were wiped out. He traveled far away in the hope that he could learn different methods and return to his country for revenge."
"Who is his enemy?"
"His uncle Wang, the King of Dali."
Yankong explained that he had checked the history books and found that the Duan family in Dali had been a prominent family in the southwest for generations. The country of Dali was founded in the second year of Tianfu (937) of the Later Jin Dynasty. During this period, Siping launched an army to attack the usurper Yang Qianzhen, and after the victory, he proclaimed himself king.
If you want to say that Duan Zong's uncle Wang is the king, it should be Duan Zhengyan, the 16th king.
"The enemy is the king?" Yun Kong thought thoughtfully, "Revenge must be even more difficult. I guess he has a strong resentment in his heart."
"So he needs to be immortal. If he can be immortal, when he takes revenge, he can ensure that only his enemies will die."
"Senior brother's idea is certainly good, but if you don't like Chai Xiang and just want to use her, what can she do to use her?"
Yankong lowered his head and said nothing, closing his eyes tiredly.
"It's a coincidence," Yun Kong said, "Chai Xiang's ancestor was a king who subjugated his country. His whole family was killed by traitors, but she was the only one who managed to escape. Duan Zong was also a member of the royal family, and his family was also destroyed by traitors. Senior Brother ,you say……"
Yun Kong frowned and said, "Do they have similar backgrounds and experiences, so they have the same temperament?
And the same temperament also makes them attracted to each other, so they fall in love with each other? "
Yankong's whole body was shaken, his eyes widened in panic, and a little cold sweat broke out: "Look...the same temperament?"
"They are like each other, like water and milk, I'm afraid."
"You mean, Duan Zong is sincere? So I shouldn't kill Zici?" Yankong said tremblingly.
"Speaking of which, senior brother, I still don't know why you killed him."
"Because," Yan Kong suddenly shouted hoarsely with an old voice, "because he killed Xiao Xiang!"
"Tell me, senior brother," Yun Kong indulged him, "tell me, don't stay bored in it, you will get bored."
Yankong gasped for air, hoping to calm his violently beating heart. He swallowed, avoiding Yunkong's gaze, and sorted out the memories in his mind.
"Speaking of which, I have always doubted him. I don't want to teach him many things. I wish I had never met him. I even wish he would disappear as soon as possible. I have never hated a person so much." Yankong frowned. , with a sad tone, "Junior brother, I forgot my magnanimity and my heart to learn Taoism. Junior brother, you are a bystander. What made me sink? What made me lose my way?"
After finishing speaking, he buried his face in his hands in pain and breathed hard to let out the resentment in his chest.
"Perhaps this point is not mentioned in the Taoist scriptures," Yun Kong said. "Life is just like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, which is just an illusion. However, we will cling to the illusion, which is what Buddhism calls 'suffering'."
"bitter?"
One word penetrated deeply into Yankong's heart, painful and urgent.
"Master Denghuo taught that the root of suffering is "desire". When desire arises, there will be "suffering of not getting what you want."
"Junior brother..." Yankong made a sad voice, "Senior brother, do you understand the suffering?"
"Brother, if you think about the source of suffering, you will definitely understand."
"It's the Zi Temple!" Yankong shouted bitterly.
"No," Yun Kong said, "It's Chai Xiang."
Yan Kong seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole figure was paralyzed on the ground as if it was shattered.
After a long time, he said feebly: "Junior brother, you are too cruel to senior brother..."
"I'm sorry, senior brother," Yun Kong couldn't bear it, but he knew that if he didn't let go of this unbearable feeling, senior brother would fall into a worse situation. "Junior brother only hopes that senior brother can return to the road of "Tao" instead of spending more than twenty years Deeply trapped in regret and resentment.”
Yankong said in astonishment: "Junior brother, do you know...?"
"Senior brother, have you forgotten? I can see resentment in my eyes." Yun Kong looked at his senior brother sadly, "When I first saw you after a long absence, I saw you, layer after layer of heavy resentment surrounding you. Moreover, there is another ball of Qi beside you.”
"Another ball of...gas?"
"It is faint, light, like mist and smoke, and looks like an elegant girl..."
"Xiao Xiang is still with me...?"
"I guess not. That's senior brother's resentment. You are still thinking about her."
Yankong remained silent, bowing his head and remaining calm for a long time.
Yun Kong turned his head and looked at the trees and grass.
When a leaf broke away from the branch, he also noticed it, so he watched the leaf dancing freely in the air, enjoying the brief moment of freedom, and finally fell gently to the ground, forever imprisoned by gravity until it decayed.
Yunkong also noticed that the falling leaves startled a grasshopper. It suddenly jumped up and stopped on a piece of grass. After thinking for a long time, it decided to move towards the roots of the grass.
"That day……"
Yankong's voice made Yunkong immediately abandon Grasshopper and turn around to listen to his senior brother's words.
"That day, the two of them wanted to see me together," Yankong's expression was stiff, and his mood seemed to have returned to that day twenty years ago. "When I saw it at that time, I knew that the situation was different..."
"Master," Duan Zong has been following Yankong for two years. Although Yankong didn't teach him anything, he was still very polite, "We have something very important to ask for your advice."
At that time, the three masters and apprentices stayed in an abandoned house, and the three of them went to nearby villages and towns every day to perform divination, ward off disasters, and offer sacrifices for nearly a month.
Yankong was about to say that he would find a quiet place, settle down, and practice hard, but Duan Zong gave him a huge thunderbolt.
"I'm going back to Dali. I hope Master will allow me."
"Are you going back to take care of personal matters?"
Yan Kong was secretly happy and wanted to shout, "It's right!"
"Yes, I have another request."
A hint of ominousness flashed through Yan Kong's heart.
Duan Zong licked his lips with his tongue: "Disciple... I want to take my senior sister back to Dali..."
When Yankong heard this, his eyes widened at first, then the pores all over his body began to throb, his sweat glands boiled, his scalp twitched, and his mind became confused.
He desperately tried to suppress his anger and asked calmly: "Why?"
Duan Zong avoided Yankong's question: "I just ask Master for permission."
Chai Xiang also stood up, knelt down on one knee and begged Yankong: "Master, I want to help my junior brother. Please allow us to go to Dali together."
Yankong glared at Duan Zong hatefully: "Do you want Xiao Xiang to die? Do you want Xiao Xiang to say "Ascend to heaven" to your uncle Wang and then be killed? You can be resurrected after death, but Xiao Xiang Hunan can’t do it!”
"No, Master," Duan Zong blushed with excitement, "I won't do this, I won't let Xiao Xiang get hurt at all!"
"Really? You are already hurting her by taking her to Dali." Yankong's angry tone became sour, "In the chaos, what can you guarantee? Can you guarantee it with your worthless life?"
He no longer understood what he wanted to do or how these words came out of his mouth. His mind was filled with turbulent waves and his palms were so excited that they became cold.
He felt disillusioned with his dreams.
He felt betrayed.
He also felt unprecedented loss and inexplicable pain.
