Mo Guyuan glanced at the scholar next to him and saw that his expression was relaxed and comfortable, as if he was in a good mood.
"It's only been a few days, but your state of mind has changed very quickly. I thought you wouldn't be able to get out in three to five years." Mo Guyuan said jokingly.
The scholar shrugged and said indifferently
"If you want to say that I am a living person like you, it may be a bit sad. I have been a ghost for more than a hundred years, and we have never seen anything. They are ghosts in the first place, and they are just dead again. Besides, their The blame falls on me. Before I grow up, of course I have to eat well and take care of myself, otherwise how can I settle the score with that old thief." Mo Guyuan was speechless, and then asked him
"Have you sent the woman from Peach Blossom Tower back?" The scholar's eyes darkened. When everyone left Longshou Mountain a few days ago, Mo Guyuan had asked him to send the unconscious woman back to Mangshan Mountain. Of course he knew this. It was Mo Guyuan who deliberately considered himself. He looked at this delicate woman along the way, not to mention how angry he was in his heart. He had tasted the love between men and women in the early years, but he couldn't stop, but that old guy in the mountain temple He watched carefully, and when he saw it, his hands were half-dead. How could the woman in his arms be so voluptuous?
Fortunately, the scholar had enough concentration to suppress the evil thoughts in his heart and finally brought the woman back to Mangshan. As for whether the disciples of the Kongtong Sect could discover her, it had nothing to do with him.
"You asked knowingly, if I hadn't sent it back, do you think I could still stand in front of you?" Xiucai said angrily.
Mo Guyuan smiled slowly and said
"You can teach me, it seems that my vision is still good." The scholar muttered, imitating the old swordsman's behavior, he spit hard to the side and said with disdain.
"What kind of vision do you have? Why don't you say that I am talented, intelligent, flexible, and capable of doing great things?" Mo Guyuan turned his head, stared at the scholar carefully for a while, and asked in confusion.
"Has anyone ever said that you speak so freely that a dog can't spit out ivory?" The scholar was stunned and said bluntly.
"Didn't the phlegm I just spit out look like ivory to you?" As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar sank for no reason and fell heavily.
The scholar who had suffered a big loss was grinning in pain. He didn't expect Mo Guyuan to attack him so neatly. The hateful ghost was already on him, and he could only continue to slaughter him under his thoughts.
"Dharma-eating ghosts have the ability to reach the heavens, but since ancient times, only those three powerful people have reached the top of the road. That is, through the practice of words and Dharma, you should study more principles in the book, be strict with yourself, and apply what you learn. Don't say that you are so careless. I won’t give you a chance. If you encounter someone unkind one day, and if you don’t like it, I’m afraid it will kill you. If you are still arrogant before you have the ability, no wonder your cultivation is the weakest among the four ghosts.” Mo Guyuan said calmly.
The food ghost tightly clenched the feather duster in his hand. In order to resist the evil smoke of the ten thousand ghost flags that night, there were only a few feather dusters left on the cattail leaf fan, which seemed a bit funny at the moment.
"Young master, I have learned evil methods. How can those bullshit holy words in the book be used by me? As the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Thirty years are in the east of the river and ten years are in the west. Don't bully young people who are poor. Young master, I don't have it now. Just because I'm capable doesn't mean I won't be good in the future. Besides, every time a person slaughters a dog for righteousness, most of them will be a scholar if they are unfaithful. If I really learn from those sanctimonious hypocrites, I'm afraid my ancestors will have to dig their own graves and chop them up in the middle of the night if they find out. Me." The scholar shouted wildly.
Mo Guyuan frowned slightly and asked doubtfully
"Having said that, don't you think there are some good words in the book that you think are right or good?"
"What did you say?"
"details make a difference."
“Those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters.”
"Never give up, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
“The world is so hot and cold, a plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken.”
"Rather Stick to your guns."
"Where there is life, there is hope."
"Take a step back and the sky will be brighter, and endure the calm for a while."
"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win, but the timid will be bullied." Mo Guyuan was stunned. This scholar answered fluently and reacted very quickly, which actually made him feel helpless and frustrated.
The scholar was eager to give it a try, waiting eagerly for Mo Guyuan to continue speaking. For some reason, a surge of water flowed back and forth in his body, making him feel comfortable for a while.
"Why are you stopping? Keep talking. Tell me all the principles in the book you know. Let me see if I can get it right?" the scholar urged.
Mo Guyuan had already seen some clues about this Dharma-eating ghost. Sitting and discussing Tao with others was also a kind of spiritual practice. Moreover, he seemed to have no reason to continue to confront him. Every good Tao has its opposite side. It doesn’t make much sense to say anything more.
"In this short period of time, I have helped you move up a few levels. Just be satisfied. If you continue to talk nonsense, I don't mind throwing you down a few more times." Mo Guyuan said angrily.
The scholar took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, rolled his eyes at Mo Guyuan, and muttered:
"There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white men who come and go. I am on the right path. No one can rival me. I am so lonely." Mo Guyuan's mood was slightly disturbed. Although he did not dare to agree with the scholar's point of view, he did not deny what he said. What he said is not unreasonable. There are thousands of people in the world, and everyone has their own attitude and way of living. When talking about it, I have a kind of insight that will benefit me a lot.
"Tell me how long you have been a ghost. When did you know your identity as a Dharma-Eating Ghost?" The scholar was startled, and looked at Mo Guyuan with a bit of weirdness in his eyes. He suddenly mentioned this to himself, but he was worried about this guy. The scholar was so moody that he could only say in a muffled voice
"My previous hometown was Caomiao Village at the foot of Mangshan Mountain. I died young and was thrown into a mass grave when I was about 13 or 14 years old. Later, I was ingested by the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags. Not only was I not digested by the ghost energy in the flags, but He escaped from it while the ghosts were being sacrificed by the Wangui Banner. It is said that my life should not be cut off, and I am blessed with deep blessings." Being thrown into a mass grave at the age of thirteen or fourteen, Mo Guyuan's heart After a slight pause, he subconsciously looked at the scholar, but his face was not sad at all, but rather heartless.
"As for what Dharma-eating ghost you are talking about, I didn't know at first. The old man in the mountain temple told me later that apart from me, the other fat people, Lao Dao and Lao Jiu who escaped from the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners were all us. In the village, Laojiu is my second master, but since everyone has become a ghost, we don’t have to pay much attention to it. In order to avoid being chased by Wangui Banner, we four lonely ghosts hid in the mountain temple and helped the old guy do it. They started robbing houses, burning, killing, and looting. They lived a hard life, but occasionally they were happy." The scholar blurted out the words directly.
"My second master turned into a breath-taking ghost. Every time he went out to do business, he would always meet many mortals who were old, sick, dying, and infirm. The second master didn't want them to suffer in this world, so he reluctantly helped them speed up their pace and die early. So the four of them He has the highest level of cultivation among people, and he is also the most powerful among us in Taoism and Taoism."
"Lao Dao is just a pig butcher. He was a bachelor for most of his life and turned into a vampire after his death. I don't know what kind of medicine he took wrongly. A big and thick old man became a ghost and had the habit of dragon Yang with cut sleeves. In my early years, I once broke into the countryside at the foot of the mountain and stayed in a pig pen for a night. I almost went crazy. If my second grandfather hadn't sacrificed his life for righteousness, Lao Dao might have died suddenly."
"As for the fat man, there is nothing unusual about him. He was a hair-shaving master in the village during his lifetime. After his death, he turned into a hair-eating ghost. He specialized in cultivating hair from mortals. He also took care of me. He didn't charge me any money every time he shaved his head. What a shame. Once he lied to me and said that I had to shave my hair even if it was long down there, which caused me to be bald before my hair even grew back." Mo Guyuan was speechless for a while, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said
"I'm asking you, you're good, you almost recited your family tree to me."
"Want to hear the genealogy? There are only about ten families in Caomiao Village. They all fled famine and settled at the foot of Mang Mountain. I heard from my second grandfather that our ancestor was a scholar, just like me, so the family members left in the village All the books were read to me, which made me become a scholar at a young age. If my ancestors knew about it, they would probably want to find a crack in the ground to hide in and be embarrassed to see others. I heard that he was a scholar in his sixties. Name, Young Master, I have been called a scholar since I was six years old. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves behind are almost higher than the smoke coming out of the ancestral graves." Hearing this, Mo Guyuan instantly understood why this scholar could become a Dharma-eating ghost. Some things are innate and destined.
"Hey, there used to be a few of them here, and we could do some sneaky things together. Now I'm the only one left. I don't know if I will be able to work with ease in the future. The old guy in the temple is very perverted. I haven't been back for so long. , I'm afraid I'm going to get beaten several times." Xiucai looked at Chishui in the distance, and at the end of his sight, there was a high mountain island sitting in it.
Mo Guyuan cleared his thoughts and suddenly asked him
"How on earth did your village end up being destroyed, but were killed by evil people?" The scholar was in a daze, and subconsciously clenched his fists. He turned his head, looked north, and said sinisterly.
"It's the Kongtong sect. Back then, Wan Yi worked hard to practice the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, and he always wanted to take this opportunity to enter the Hedao realm. However, his talent was limited, and he had been stagnant in the Void realm for thousands of years and still had no progress. In order to forcefully break through his own boundaries. , this beast began to put his thoughts on the common people at the foot of the Kongtong Mountain. The first to bear the brunt were the villages near Kongtong. Naturally, we couldn't escape his clutches. In order to practice the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners to strengthen the evil spirits in them, this beast pretended to There are ferocious beasts causing harm to one party, and they wantonly massacre the villages under the mountain. The purpose is to let Wangui Banner collect the resentment of mortals and strengthen Wangui Banner's momentum." Mo Guyuan was choked on the spot. He did not expect such a famous family in the immortal world. The big sect would actually do such a thing, and the behavior was so despicable that it was so heinous.
But soon, he calmed down. Most of the so-called justice lies in the hands of the winner. The twists and turns along the way and what he saw with his own eyes, including the immortal disciples he dealt with, were really sanctimonious.
At this moment, in the previous debate with the Dharma-eating ghost, I was at a disadvantage. No wonder the scholar was so eloquent and full of disdain.
Don't try to persuade others to do good unless they have suffered. Mo Guyuan understood this truth as early as when he was in Luoxing Village.
"You are right, so I hope you will remember the blood feud in your body, live well and work hard until you don't have the ability. When you really have the ability, you go for revenge, and I won't stop you." Mo Guyuan looked at you. Overseas is vast, so said.
The scholar's eyes were slightly red. This time, he did not chirp again, but nodded heavily, looking deeply.
After Mo Guyuan said these words, he felt a little depressed. He understood the principle of retribution. After traveling thousands of miles, he never wanted to let himself forget his original intention. Duan Nianchen's Bingjie's words were always in his heart. He quoted He was proud of it, took it as a warning, and swore that he would become an upright man.
But what kind of mind does a real man have to be selfless, pray for the people, and benefit the common people? If he and the scholar were to switch, he wouldn't be able to do it no matter what.
This time, Mo Guyuan was a little confused, a little more doubtful, and asked what he wanted and what was the purpose of practice?
Xuanyuan Sword's green light suddenly appeared, and then all of it disappeared into his body.
