After Lin Du left Wei Zhi, he entered into a three-point life of reading, taking medicine, and sleeping, and lived like a mortal in the sect every day.
The fragments of the fallen angel died, but the evil spirits remained, and in order to survive, they began to attack spiritual practitioners more and more frequently.
Hou Cang suddenly realized that Lin Du had made the right choice not to disclose the source of the demonic energy.
Once it is made public, the real crime lies with the current generation, Lin Du.
They will not see that after the source of the demonic energy is sealed, the man-made demons will have no follow-up raw materials. The demonic tide that should have appeared in the past hundred years will be delayed and suppressed, reducing the area of the city that is polluted, trampled and massacred. They will not see that The erosion of the laws of heaven is slowing down, and we will only see frequent incidents of demons attacking people.
Lin Du's body couldn't bear such a heavy burden.
Hou Cang could often see that figure in the sect these days, carrying a lantern and walking down the stairs of the library late at night. The figure was silent among the overlapping green barriers around it, like a hollow bamboo.
She walked silently towards the forbidden area. On the desk in the study room, there were countless newspapers from the border between Zhongzhou and the Demon Clan. The papers were not flat enough. She must have read them over and over in her hands many times.
Those straight words blended with Lin Du's figure on the ground and intertwined with the shadows of the trees, and they became gloomy inexplicably.
Sometimes he would see Wei Zhi waiting for her under the library, holding a tattered book in one hand and a jug of honeyed fruit wine in the other.
It doesn't look very serious.
Hou Cang just glanced at it and said nothing more.
He was slow, not stupid. As time went by, in retrospect, there was actually a preface to Wei Zhi asking Lin Du if he regretted it that day.
In the forbidden Taolin, Wei Zhi once asked, "If it were you, would you be willing to die as a martyr?"
At that time, Lin Du's answer was yes.
A few months ago, Lin Du wiped out the Fallen Angel at the cost of half his life, almost with the determination to die as a martyr.
So after Lin Du did all this, Wei Zhi came back and asked her if she regretted it?
Lin Du's answer is, no regrets.
At that time, Wei Zhi said, "If the sky falls, the taller one will hold it up", which is not an empty statement.
What he said at that time was true.
What really has to hold up the sky is Wei Zhi.
What he said with a smile on the isolated island that day, "the spine is not strong enough," is also true.
Lin Du put down his pen and rubbed his temples tiredly. Chu Guanmeng was lying next to him, basking in the moon, "Is this what you said about only reading and not thinking?"
"It's okay to lie to others, don't lie to yourself."
When Bai Mao Panzi saw Lin Du starting to pack things, he reluctantly grew limbs and climbed up with difficulty, "Is that monk coming today? Will you bring some wine?"
"I don't know. After all, with his current strength, it will probably take a long time to go back and forth from Buddhism."
Lin Du stood up calmly and raised the glass lamp. Han Yueling climbed up along the pole and lit the lamp there.
Chu Guanmeng did this process naturally, but it was obvious that Lin Du's eyes darkened.
It silently wrapped around her hand. Lin Du couldn't use spiritual power at all this time. The meridians in his body were paralyzed and shrunken by the power of those rules. It would take a certain amount of time to warm up. These spiritual weapons also needed spiritual power to open. , she can't do it.
Probably because of this, she now also needs to carry a lantern to walk at night.
As soon as Lin Du went out, he saw the person standing under the steps of the library.
"What did you move here today?"
Lin Du walked down the steps and walked side by side with Wei Zhi.
"Wine, and a dozen bottles of spiritual liquid." Wei Zhi coughed lightly, "I picked up a few Sanskrit thunder bamboos and planted them under Juefeng. It's a good thing to avoid lightning and improve luck."
"Those who don't know think you are moving in Ant." Lin Du made a sincere evaluation, "Didn't Tantric keep you here?"
"It's no good for them if I die. If I die, I have to die in the source of the demonic energy." Wei Zhifeng Qingyundan said, "It's not like we have emptied the sect. You haven't seen a tantric Buddhist hall, have you?"
"The hall is full of gods and Buddhas wrapped in gold and silver, piled with jade and beads, glazed agate, pearls and corals, all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth."
He said lightly, "When I lectured on the sutras, many offerings were left in Tantric Buddhism, but now I just have to take them back one by one."
Lin Du answered perfunctorily, "When does the master plan to move the treasures of heaven, materials and earth from Tantric Sect?"
"Move it until you feel it's enough. Otherwise, you can ask for it yourself." Wei Zhi lowered his head and looked at the shadows of the two people at his feet.
The light of the glazed lamp was weak, and their shadows swayed, like candles in the wind.
"Is it because they allowed you to take those things because your body is no longer strong enough to repair old injuries?" After Lin Du finished speaking, he felt that he shouldn't use his brain too much. People don't use their brains, and their emotional intelligence is gone during conversations.
Wei Zhi saw her footsteps falter and paused, "I can't hide anything from you."
Lin Du didn't answer, the words lightly brushed his sleeve and fell to the ground.
The sword mark that Yan Ye casually gave him out of anger still had a faint scar after such a long time. Lin Du's eyesight had always been good.
For monks, scars are either caused by weird fatal injuries, or they no longer have the spiritual power to repair them.
Yan Ye was sensible, so it could only be the latter.
Wei Zhi's cultivation was still there, but because of the contradictions in his body, he fought hard to swallow dragons and sought the Cold Moon Stone to counteract the backlash of extreme cold and heat. In the end, when he was calm, he couldn't control his spiritual energy to repair the scars on his hands. .
At first, Lin Du didn't believe that Wei Zhi could be evenly matched with him, but now he understood.
This person has indeed never broken the precept of lying.
"I made a rough calculation. With all the materials, the success rate is 50%." Lin Du paused, "But give me a while, and then I can do the math again after I can use my spiritual consciousness."
Wei Zhi said peacefully, "Don't worry for now. We'll talk about it after you recover."
"I brought you wine and spiritual fluid, not to urge you to quickly regain consciousness, but to at least drink it before going to bed so that you can fall asleep calmly. Don't have to live according to the routine of a mortal because of such a heavy mind. But I kept tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep."
He tilted his head and looked at Lin Du's eyes, "It's time to rest. Let's talk tomorrow."
Lin Du looked at his back, who was about to leave first, and said two words, "Lintuan."
Wei stopped and turned his head, "What's wrong?"
"Lin turmoil, I will die as a martyr." Lin Du simply said a few fragments.
Wei Zhi stopped taking a step and turned around, "Why her? Wasn't it Hou Cang you were asking about before?"
Lin Du shook his head, "I don't know."
This is a mystery that she has not guessed yet.
She didn't guess it in her previous life.
"Lin Du." Wei Zhi reached out and took the glass lamp she was holding unsteadily, "Since you know everything, how can you not understand that you are not the only one in this world who has to bear that responsibility."
"There is not just one savior."
"One person's backbone cannot support the entire world. You are the mainstay and the leader, but there are thousands of people who are willing to straighten their backs in the same way. You may be the first to straighten your backs. People, but not the last.”
"Without you, I wouldn't have thought that there really was such a person..."
He smiled, "You're a little lunatic who doesn't really want to live, but also wants everyone to live."
"You should be lucky to be friends with someone like you."
"If there is anyone in this world who can become a saint, I want it to be you."
Lin Du didn't speak for a moment, and Wei Zhi walked in front of her with a lantern.
That was her way back to Luoze Cave.
Wei Zhi suddenly felt his hand feel hot. He lowered his head and realized that the fire lit by Han Yueling was swaying out, almost licking his hand through the hollow glass lampshade.
He continued to move forward without looking back, but he counted the steady but light footsteps of the people behind him. When he raised his head, he suddenly remembered a sentence from the Buddhist scriptures that he had memorized proficiently when he was young.
A person with desires is like holding a torch, walking against the wind, and will surely burn his hands.
