Under this white light, the old man just looked back, his face even more miserable, and murmured: "So what can I do? It's good to hold on for one more day, and it's good..."
Song Yin sighed softly: "Then when the time comes, all the villages you want to leave behind will become ghosts like your son. In the end, the villages will be empty and you will get nothing."
After hearing this, the old man became even more sad. He looked at Song Yin almost begging, "Can you save them?"
Song Yin shook his head: "No, and I will destroy them so that they will no longer harm people. Don't ask why..."
White flames appeared in his hands again, and he no longer bombarded with his fists. Instead, he threw the white flames towards the condensed ghost. The white flames enveloped it, forcing the ghost to kneel down, and kept pouring into the white flames. struggle.
Song Yin glanced at the ghost and continued to say to the old man: "Just because I am better than you."
"Just because you are better than me..."
The old man muttered absently, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How different are you from those bandits?"
"Yes, I am no different from those bandits. They all impose their own principles on others. Those who go against my way will be destroyed by me, and those who follow my way can prosper."
Song Yin admitted without any hesitation, and then asked: "Isn't it the same for you?"
"Yes, the same goes for the old man, otherwise why would he keep accepting those dried meats..."
The old man glanced at the ghosts, then looked back at the half-humans and half-ghosts who seemed to be frozen, like puppets, just looking at this side.
"I have suffered..."
He twitched the corner of his mouth and kowtowed to Song Yin again: "Since the Xian family is stronger than me, let's take action."
"good."
Bang!
Song Yin didn't say anything. He held his five fingers and the white flames surrounding the ghost exploded, consuming the ghost. In the remaining white flames, as the ghost disappeared, there seemed to be a tall shadow, facing it. The village kowtows.
"My son..."
The old man's eyes were blurry and he subconsciously reached out, but the shadow disappeared in an instant.
This time, the ghosts no longer condensed into shape.
The old man put down his hand tremblingly, remained silent for a while, and then asked: "This immortal family, you keep saying that we are evil, so can you always conclude that you are the right way?"
"I have no idea."
Song Yincheng said: "I said you are evil, but you definitely don't think so. The essence of you incorporating human flesh and feeding the villagers is to survive. Survival and survival are also the best principles in the world. So in your heart, you are the right path. , I am evil."
"Similarly, when I kill ghosts, I also want to destroy these non-human and non-ghost existences in your village so that they will no longer harm people in the future. So in my heart, I am the right way and you are the evil way. But the only thing that is certain is... ..”
Song Yin looked at the old man with extremely firm eyes: "The purpose of our Golden Immortal Sect is to help the world and save people, so I will always help the world and save people. Even if people in the world are like you, they regard me as a bandit and a devil."
The old man looked at Song Yin's burning eyes and smiled: "The Xian family has a clear idea. I would like to congratulate you in advance. I hope the Xian family can always maintain this intention and not be like the old man. He obviously wanted to protect the village, but fell into a trap. The village is in a state where people are neither humans nor ghosts.”
"I will continue to do this, and I will make your situation disappear from this world." Song Yin said.
The old man closed his eyes, shook his head, and said: "Then let me go first..."
As he spoke, his body tilted, fell to the ground, and gradually dissipated.
As his figure dissipated, the darkness surrounding the village disappeared in an instant, and the light of the moon and stars fell from the sky, shining on the village. However, before the light was completely shed, the village disappeared, along with those who were neither human nor ghosts. Existence, all disappear.
There are no buildings, no human habitation, and all that is left are tombstones made of wood here and there in the wilderness.
The village was turned into a simple cemetery!
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng stared around with their eyes widened in disbelief.
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth wide and pointed at the tombstones tremblingly, saying: "Senior, senior brother, this, this, this..."
Song Yin walked forward for a while and looked at the direction of the house where they had stayed. There was no tombstone there, only a picture of withered bones.
"This ghost was not transformed by his son, but by the father-in-law himself. I saw it when I opened my Dharma eyes."
Is the old man a ghost?
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng were stunned for a moment, and soon Wang Qizheng shouted: "Ah! There is no trace of that old man!"
He remembered that the white light shone just now on his senior brother. They all had shadows, but the old man had no shadow.
"But, senior brother... when you destroyed the ghost just now, it turned into a human figure. When you destroyed the ghost, didn't it also turn into a human figure?" Zhang Feixuan was puzzled.
"It's just a cover-up."
Song Yin walked towards the withered bones and said: "Ghosts are transformed by obsessions. They don't have any sanity. They just live according to obsessions. You can't see it, but I saw it. As soon as the ghost arrived at the entrance of the village, it knelt down and kowtowed. , and then he took out a large amount of dried meat. I guessed that his son should have done this before, so he turned into a shadow and kowtowed to eliminate some of his obsession."
The village is so dark, what can be seen clearly with that weak candlelight, only people of the same kind can see, and Song Yin's own eyes can see everything clearly.
"As for this ghost, it's not clear whether it was the bandits who broke in and killed them all. Or is it true, as my father-in-law said, that his son was trying to protect the village and turned into a bandit?"
It is not known whether the people in this village starved to death, or whether the old man turned into a ghost after his death and gave birth to a ghost monster that killed them...
"Brother, if you knew it was a ghost, why didn't you kill it immediately? Why waste your time on it?" Zhang Feixuan asked curiously.
Song Yin walked to the withered bones, stared at them for a while, and then placed his gaze on a rotted vine next to it. There were still signs of almost invisible wild vegetable roots rotting away.
"Yes, I could have made this ghost disappear immediately, so why did I have to go to such trouble...because I don't want to."
"Think about this ghost. When we entered during the day, there were children telling us not to eat meat. Even ghosts have their own reasons, let alone humans."
Song Yin said lightly: "Cultivating Taoism is also about principles. We need to tell others the principles and let people know what we are doing. But principles are not just imagined, they are gained by experiencing things in the world, such as this ghost How it was formed and what the obsession is, we all need to understand, we all need to know, so that we can better understand what we want to do, not only to inform the world, but also to enlighten our hearts and realize the Tao."
He reached out and flicked, and a hole appeared in the ground. He bent down and carefully lifted the withered bone, put it into the hole, and buried it again. Then he flicked his sleeves again, and a tree not far away appeared. The dead wood decomposed automatically, and a wooden monument flew up.
He dug the wooden monument into the mound and then turned to look at the two of them:
"Second Junior Brother, I once asked you if the world is not good, and you answered me that it's okay. But now it seems that it's okay... but not okay."
"The world I see now is too bitter, too sad, and too helpless. A dark night like this can only darken people's eyes, so I will continue to encourage, sooner or later one day..."
He waved his sleeves again, and countless white flames flew out from his hands, falling on the wooden tablets. The white flames on the wooden tablets reflected the stars in the sky, illuminating the surrounding land brightly.
He put his hand back and stood in the little white flames, like the moon in the starlight, but even more like the sun in the day, the dark night reflected lost its color, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng look at it in a daze.
"The night is bright."
