"Do you think that junior sister is innocent and romantic, curious about everything, and always smiling?" Song Yin asked.
No, you are the only one who thinks so.
All three of them twitched their lips.
Innocent and romantic?
How does this thing have anything to do with naive romance?
From before to now, the bell in her memory has not changed. It has always been about casting curses to see who is unhappy and controlling them through dolls. When she first started, there were some disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect who were not even ashamed of themselves. She was thinking about that person. His soft body was cursed to death by her.
It's more like wanton than naive.
Seeing that they were deep in thought, Song Yin said: "Resentment is too complex. If there is a spirit, there will be resentment, and if there is no spirit, there will be resentment."
“There are complaints about the mining of rocks and trees.”
“Livestock and animals were slaughtered, and there was resentment.”
"Even rain, snow, wind and frost have resentments, and as human beings with the richest emotions, their resentments are even greater."
"There is resentment in the struggle of spirit, and there is resentment in the unwillingness of the heart. Even Qi practitioners have resentment themselves. You weak people have resentment, thinking that you are not strong. Strong people also have resentment, thinking that they can be stronger. As long as you are human, you can't escape it. Emotional swings.”
"But we can't feel this kind of resentment. Maybe some people can feel it, but it won't affect them."
"But Bell is different. She can feel it and absorb the resentment subconsciously. The mixed resentment destroyed her feelings from the beginning, and her words and deeds are actually out of control."
"She is different from you. She has no inner demons. In other words, her own existence is already filled with inner demons."
"You people think that Lingdang is crazy and doesn't follow common sense in everything. That's because she has no common sense. That resentment is destroying her and affecting her all the time. Even if there wasn't the incident with the lake monster last time, she would still be there. He won’t live long.”
"Her feelings are not real."
As he said this, Song Yin's eyes showed a hint of sadness, "Now I can't save my junior sister, I can only temporarily delay the invasion of resentment."
"I haven't made it clear to you all this time because I don't want you to look at Lingdang differently. She is a complete person. What she needs is not pity, just equality. You only have one magic weapon, but my junior sister has two. As a senior brother, I am not Favoritism, but some things cannot be equal."
Song Yin knew that he would not agree to any request from Lingdang, but he would indeed treat his junior sister more favorably.
With a glance of his discerning eyes, he knew what the bell was. Rather than saying it was a human being, it was more like a human-shaped aggregate of resentment. Only the physical body could be considered a human being.
But even so, Lingdang still maintained a righteous original intention of helping people, which Song Yin admired very much.
In particular, the great fire was used to prevent the bell from absorbing resentment from the outside world, and then a lot of it was removed when entering the alchemy furnace, so that the bell remained somewhat normal.
But that's normal, but it's actually fake.
In Song Yin's eyes, Ling Ding's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all false.
Her heart had long been replaced by resentment.
As a sixth-level person, he could create various minor magical powers, and even Song Yin, who had the qualifications of a great immortal, was helpless about this.
Just like the master, this problem can only be solved by reaching the land gods or the supreme golden elixir.
"So, do you understand now? Don't blame senior brother for being unfair. There are some things that senior brother has a clear understanding of, but there is no equality, but senior brother can guarantee fairness." Song Yin said.
"Senior brother is right."
The three of them handed over their hands.
"Go down, have a rest, and when the repairs are completed, we can continue our journey."
Song Yin waved his hand and said: "Within half a year, the evil ways of Xumi Vein will be eradicated."
"Yes" several people responded, then automatically backed away and went down the mountain.
Song Yin watched them leave, shook his head and smiled, turned around and walked into the main hall. He looked at the golden light sitting on the futon with his eyes slightly closed, and said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, Jin The Immortal Sect is in my hands and will definitely flourish."
Since the old man's death, the burden of the Golden Immortal Sect has all fallen on him.
It's not easy to be the leader. It doesn't mean that you can just give orders and wait for the people below to complete them.
The master can do this because the master himself has too much time to take care of himself.
Even though the master was very kind to him, Song Yin felt that the master was incompetent for his job as the leader.
As the leader, he has to pay attention to the state of mind of his disciples, pay attention to their cultivation, pay attention to whether their words and deeds have embarrassed the righteous way, and also pay attention to the living conditions of the mortals under the mountain, and how the righteous way can be carried forward.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be exhausted mentally and physically, but Song Yin couldn't, he could hold on.
Song Yin knelt down on the ground, bowed to the golden light, and entered the alchemy room.
"That's what bells look like."
In the mountain road, Wang Qizheng sighed, "I thought she had a bad mind."
They just knew that there was something wrong with Ling Dang's health and that he was ridiculously strong. He used to suppress them and beat him, but now they see that if he can't even control himself, what's the use of being strong?
Zhang Feixuan also sighed silently.
They are all poor people.
If they were to compare their misfortunes, each of them would be more miserable than the other.
Maybe we should have the same attitude as our senior brother towards Lingdang.
"Hehe, I found you!"
Suddenly, there was a clear sound in the mountain road, accompanied by the ringing of a bell, which popped out from their side.
"Junior sister"
Zhang Feixuan looked sideways and said, "What are you doing here?"
Lingdang pursed her lips, "The people down here are so boring. Farming is not fun. I want to go up and play with senior brother."
As she said that, she lowered her head and said, "But senior brother is very busy, and I'm afraid of disturbing him. How about you play with me?"
She rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Let's play hide and seek. Just like before, you pretend to be ghosts and come and catch me, okay?"
"The ghost I just beat, what kind of ghost do I think I am?"
Wang Qi was waving his hands, "Junior sister, do we have to go to clean up the evil roads tomorrow? It's a long way, so we should make good repairs. Have you eaten? Why don't I show my hand and let's start a small stove?"
"No, I want to play and you guys will be the ghosts." Zhongdang puffed up her little mouth.
"Are you kidding me, my second senior brother from the Golden Immortal Sect, will I play hide and seek with you? I'm going to do something big!"
Zhang Feixuan shook his fan, fearless.
He used to be afraid of bells because they were too strong and too crazy, but since they reached the sixth level, their perception of the bells' power has weakened. This time, after hearing what his senior brother said, his fear was even lower.
Just treat it like an ordinary child, there is nothing to be afraid of!
"Um?"
Lingdang's eyes turned black, "I want to play."
As she spoke, the rag doll tied around her waist flew up.
When Gao Sishu saw this, his body was about to melt into the ground.
"Play with me!"
Bell glared at them, and suddenly the three rag dolls glowed with black light, and their bodies froze. Even Gao Sishu, who had already noticed something, was not spared.
"Lingdang, what are you going to do!" Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Feixuan's forehead.
"You come to be ghosts!"
The three rag dolls flew directly above their heads. Ling Ding grinned and ran directly towards the jungle beside the mountain road.
"Come and get me!"
Following her words, the three of them moved forward involuntarily. No matter how much they used their magic power, they could not break the control of the cursed doll.
They could only watch their bodies running around in disorder. They were not even chasing the bell in a directed manner, but really playing hide-and-seek, looking for it randomly.
My body is no longer my own.
sorry.
Zhang Feixuan felt that he was wrong.
Powerful and really useful.
I owe you one more update. Sorry, something happened today.
The fish head bowed down.
Regarding this chapter, I also read it, and it was indeed a bit useful in the daily life of the sect.
End the Sumeru channel as soon as possible and go to the human world.
(End of chapter)
