Qiongyu looked at Chen Jiu and asked, "You want to kill me?"
Chen Jiu was silent.
Desperate and suddenly smiled, "But you think you have no reason to kill me, no reason to kill a... monster who just does business fairly, but never does bad things."
Chen Jiu lowered his head and did not answer.
Qiongyu smiled even more happily, "Then why don't you fulfill your wish and kill me, I won't die anyway, so you should feel at ease, not to mention what monks want in their practice is to be unrestrained and have a clear mind?"
Its voice was extremely bewitching, "Come, kill me."
The golden glow in Chen Jiu's eyes kept beating, and his pupils dilated, making him a little crazy.
If he chooses to kill Qiongyu because of his comfort here, will he start...killing people for his comfort later?
Poor Desire is really happy to watch.
Its records in "Shan Shui Zhi Yi" have never been ghosts and gods that fulfill wishes, but ghosts and gods that twist people's hearts.
That bewitching voice came out of its mouth again, "Come on, kill..."
Its head had been pierced by a hand, and blood spattered everywhere.
Chen Jiu's face was distorted, full of pain.
Did he kill desire...or his own belief?
Wanting to collapse, the young man condensed from the back again, his face was a little gloomy, the young man didn't know why, the time he killed it, it really hurt to the extreme.
This made it disappear in a good mood, and turned to speak more vigorously.
"Okay, what a high-ranking immortal, he can kill lives casually for his own comfort, that's great!"
Chen Jiu's golden eyes were a little scarlet, perhaps stained with blood, he stared at Qiongyu desperately.
Qiongyu suddenly hesitated to speak, paused, and said with a dry smile.
"In fact, killing people is not a big deal. There are no good people in the world. It's just that they don't have enough strength. As long as they have enough strength, who doesn't want to feel comfortable? People who they hate or don't like, no matter whether they have done bad things or not, they just want to slap them in the face." Shoot to death."
Qiongyu rubbed his hands together, then smiled again.
"Actually, I have seen many such examples. There was once a young man who was cowardly and very talkative in the village. He was recognized as a good person. Later, he met me and wanted to be brave. I naturally gave it to him. The price was to lose fear. ."
"Since then, this young man has become a famous warrior, and he killed a lot. On the way, he met someone who didn't like his appearance, and he chopped him to death with a single knife."
Qiongyu didn't say what the boy's future will be, but it should be an unhappy end.
Chen Jiu looked straight at it, and said his heart for the first time, "I want to kill you."
Qiongyu asked with a smile: "Why, just because I changed the woman and the boy into that appearance? But they did it voluntarily, and I never deceived them. I agreed in advance that it was an exchange of equal value."
It began to persuade.
"Actually, what does that woman and boy have to do with you? Why do you have to work so hard for them? They asked for it themselves."
"It's like a drowning person. It doesn't matter whether you save it or not. It's all because they want to play in the water, so they drown. And scholars also have the reason that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall."
Its warm voice came slowly.
"There is no need to save."
Chen Jiu looked depressed.
It doesn't matter, because it doesn't matter, so can you not save it?
Qiongyu smiled strangely, and pointed at Chen Jiuxin.
Heaven and earth change.
Suddenly back at the Goulan that day, there was a little old man at the gate of the Goulan, who was dragged and thrown to the ground like a dead dog, about to be beaten to death.
Chen Jiu's eyes were shattered, and he rushed forward suddenly, but missed.
The sky and the earth are dark again, and there is a loud bang on the ground
He turned around blankly.
The beast tide rushed like a torrent, passing directly through him, crashing into that city.
The walls fell.
The monk's body fell on the edge of the ruins like weeds, and the blood flowed together, forming a stream.
A young man stood in fear, his body trembling, his limbs were weak, and he was about to be crushed and eaten by a monster.
Chen Jiu staggered and ran.
The boy was bitten to pieces, blood splashed all over the ground, and the city was gone.
Chen Jiu stood in a daze, and the surrounding scenery changed again, becoming a meadow beside a river.
He closed his eyes, not daring to look any further.
A voice came from the little girl behind her.
"The one surnamed Chen..."
Chen Jiu burst into tears at this moment, but he didn't turn his head. He really didn't even dare to look at it.
The little girl ran up to him suspiciously, looked at his appearance, and said angrily: "Really, you're a grown man, and you're still like a crying ghost. I don't know what you're crying for."
The little girl frowned sparsely, "Hook your head down."
Chen Jiu lowered his head.
The little girl stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand, about to wipe away his tears for him.
As soon as her little hand stretched out halfway, it drifted away like sand in the wind.
Chen Jiu stared blankly.
Qiongyu suddenly appeared, laughing loudly, "It turns out that he is a good-hearted, useless waste!"
It sneered again and said: "You are so pitiful, you have no ability, and you have kindness. It's too funny. You said that if you have no ability, you shouldn't have this kind of kindness, otherwise you will just torture yourself in vain. ."
Chen Jiu stood still, looking at the emerald green bead on his wrist, and did not shed any more tears.
The world recovered and returned to the Lonely Bird Mountain.
The young man left in a daze. He went to a town near the sea, hid inside, sat in a deep alley, and watched the people passing by.
He carefully looked at everyone inside.
No one did anything bad, but none of them looked like good people.
Qiongyu was watching Chen Jiu.
A distorted mind is its best tonic, how could it just let Chen Jiu go?
It will eat Chen Jiu.
Eat up the original kind, easy-going heart.
Chen Jiu stayed in the town for more than a month, his face was haggard, his hair was messy, and his eyes were often confused. He seemed to be thinking about it.
When he passed by a hut late at night, he suddenly heard a scream, and then fell silent again, so quiet that it made people panic.
The dim yellow light of the cabin went out.
Chen Jiu pushed open the door and walked in quietly.
Warm blood flowed from the door and wet his shoes.
On the ground lay the bodies of an old couple.
There is also a humanoid figure lying on top of them, chewing.
Hearing the movement, the figure turned around, its hideous and ugly face was covered with scales, and the corners of its mouth were covered with blood. It looked at Chen Jiu with some surprise.
"Immortal Master... Your Excellency?"
Chen Jiu looked at it sadly.
It seemed that it couldn't stand this look, and its expression gradually became fierce.
...
When Qiongyu entered the hut, he saw the young man kneeling in the hut with three corpses beside him. His hands were also covered in blood and were still trembling slightly.
Qiong Yu exclaimed: "It's not good to be dead. If you had killed the young man that day, the old couple would not have died."
It sneered again and said: "This boy killed them, and you must be credited for it."
Chen Jiu wiped the blood from his hands on his body.
He figured it out.
Human nature is inherently evil, and it must be suppressed, and it cannot be let out.
There are so many rules missing in this world.
And poor desire is to give them the opportunity to release their humanity.
The young man stood up, his eyes were scarlet scarlet perhaps because of the blood.
Qiongyu was startled for a moment, a little scared for no reason, but it quickly laughed.
It will not die, so what is there to be afraid of.
Chen Jiu pierced through its heart suddenly, spattering a large amount of blood.
Howling in agony, it couldn't believe it, and let out a horrified cry, "He was born as a demon descendant!"
The light in Chen Jiu's eyes became more and more intense, as if they were burning.
He killed his poor desires over and over again.
Until it stopped moving, the whole body seemed to have dried up.
Chen Jiu still took the trouble, piercing its chest one after another, pouring out a lot of blood.
Chen Jiu's eyes were shining brightly.
Poverty is dead.
The young man was covered in blood, shook his hands, stood up, and walked out of the room.
The sky is bright and full of moonlight.
The young man walked away slowly along the moonlit road with a blank expression on his face.