Chapter 279:

Through the near-death memory of the nine heads, I saw the truth of the year. The attitude changed not only the masters of other schools, but also the disciples of the Tianshui school.
The juniors such as Changsheng and Changzhen are too shameful to lift their heads. Zhifeidao, no matter how much dirty water is brewing in his belly, he can't spill it now. What evidence can be more convincing than the victim's own memory?
What's more, this memory contains not only what the nine heads saw and heard before death, but also left their minds and thoughts at that time.
Seeing Song Enci killing Fangalo with extreme cruelty, and crying some words of hypocrisy, the nine heads were contemptuous and chilled; when Song Enci turned his head and said apology, he cut them In the throat, this contempt turned into monstrous hatred.
Everyone caught in this memory can feel the unspeakable hatred and the pain that the blood slowly drains. They are both onlookers and intimate. Their hatred for Song Enci will never be less than the nine heads who have been sacrificed in formation.
Master Chang Jing folded his hands together, slowly knelt down, and began to recite silently. Forgiveness is like him, and there is no way to say "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha" for such crimes. The devil is the devil, and there is no possibility of it.
In just an instant, the first big school of Xuanmen became the first shame of Xuanmen.
The disciples of the Tianshui School were sweating, shaking, and hanging their heads one by one, hoping to disappear in place. Only Xuan Chengzi stood motionless, as if the frost had not changed.
Fangallo looked at him across the crowd and slowly opened his mouth: "Master, Zhang Gongzi advised Song Enci, do you feel familiar with it?"
Xuan Chengzi's dark eyes were full of waves.
Fangallo continued: "Every time, when Song Enci shed tears because of her mistakes, didn't you also comfort her like this? She fell, you told her it was because of uneven ground; she lost the position of the spirit son, you Tell her because I should n’t show up; she ’s not good at her skills, she loses the contest, and you say that it ’s because others bully the small, and it wo n’t win. In short, she never makes mistakes, it must be others.

"Master, in your eyes, what she does is right. How you want to spoil her is your business, and no one else can control it."
"But what's scary is that your method of education has allowed Song Enci to gradually develop such an unwavering cognition that everything I do is always right."
"For this reason, the malicious behavior in the eyes of others is just the right choice in her eyes."
Fangallo drew the blood-lit circle with his thin fingertips, and the fierce-looking people standing outside the circle, and sighed: "Even if such a heinous sin is committed, Song Enci It was just a few tears of cheap tears, and then I was at ease. "
"Kill me and take away the treasure. She thinks that it is cleaning the portal for you. Killing the nine masters and starting the forbidden technique, she thinks that it is the guardian who sends the treasure. According to your education method, she is not affected by Frustrated and carefree grew up. She has the innocence of a child, so she has lost the ability to judge right and wrong and good and evil. "
"Master, the crimes she committed are not only her own fault, but also your help. The so-called son is not the godfather, Master, haven't you realized it? You are the source of all evil. She strictly disciplined her, and she would not be unscrupulous in the future. "
This is the first time that Van Gogh spoke with Xuan Chengzi in such a heavy tone, which shows that he is neither complaining nor hateful, but has never mentioned it in his heart.
Along with his remarks, Xuan Chengzi's eyes began to tremble, and then he couldn't help remembering many past events. Those unprincipled words of indulgence and indulgence are now turned into a sharp blade, and they are firmly tied in his heart.
He did not want to believe that his own children would become like this, but he had to believe it. His eyes filled with complex emotions, slowly swept to Lin Nianci lying on the ground, and then his heart was cold.
Fangallo also looked at Lin Nianci, who had ups and downs in the chest, and said with a smile: "Sister, Master is here, you don't recognize him yet? Yes, you are best at two things in your life, one is to shirk responsibility The second is to evade reality. Under such circumstances, you are afraid that you wish you could disappear in place immediately? "
Lin Nianci, wrapped like a mummy, stopped heavy breathing and twitching his arms, and lay motionless on the ground.
Xuan Chengzi stared at her coldly like a knife.
However, Fangalo looked down at the black jade at his feet and continued to tell: "This half jade was not thrown away by Song Enci. Master, guess why she only took half of it? It was really to give me a funeral, Peace my soul? "
"Why?" Xuan Chengzi turned to look at him, and finally began to actively ask everything about that year.
"After all, this is your sin again." Van Gogh shook his head and sighed.
Xuan Chengzi's face like frost has been covered with green and black depression.
Fangallo continued: "From small to large, you always leave the best things to her, so that her appetite has been raised by you, and she has also grown up. It is not an absolute good thing, she simply cannot see it. Have you forgotten it? On the day I received the Lingzi, Song Enci was quarreling and trying to take this Pisces from me, and you couldn't help but say that she was released from my waist and gave it to her. In your opinion, the entire Tianshui school is yours, and this jade piece can naturally be distributed by you. "
Xuan Chengzi followed his words back to the past, and also saw the small crying face of Song Enci in memory.
"But on the second day, she took the initiative to return the jade pendant and told you that this jade pendant was my thing. She shouldn't want it. When you were relieved by her understanding, you knew she was the first day. What did you experience at night? "
Van Gogh sat on the ground with his knees, holding the half jade in his palm.
"What did she experience that day?" Xuan Chengzi took the first few steps and was completely attracted to this topic.
Xuanmen, who was originally obsessed with hatred, also looked at Van Gogh, listening attentively.
"All the treasures that are handed down are spiritual, you should know this?" Van Gogh gently rubbed the vivid half-shaped fish-shaped jade.
"Of course we know. So, this jade piece is also spiritual?" Master Chang Jing asked.
"Yes, it has a spirit, and this spirituality can only be sensed by people like us who are born with spirits. Song Enci and I are both spiritual people, and we can sense this piece of jade wear in the moment we touch The message to us. It tells us with its mind that its two halves are yin and yang, blending into one body and inseparable. "
"It allows us to have the power to shake the earth and the wind and rain, but once these powers are used, our soul must belong to it, and it will be swallowed by it after death, and will never exist. Such a power, which cultivator Don't want to have it? However, after having it, the world will fall into catastrophe because of this unrestricted power and endless desire. "
"So the Tianshui School only passed the next iron law, that is, the spirit can't use the power of the jade."
"However, this piece of jade is alive and has a very high level of intelligence. It will continue to entice its holders to use this powerful power and become its sacrifice. Its power may originally come from the world, but Later, it was piled up by the lives of these spirits who could not withstand the temptation. The more powerful the spirit, the more clearly he can hear its enchantment. "
"If you don't use it hard, then it has a way to deal with you. It will continuously infuse yin and yang into your body, so that you will suffer the pain of yang burning body during the day and the cold of yin and Qi instillation at night. Day and night, you will live in the burning of karma fire and the freezing of ice, that is the double of ice and fire, that is the endless torture that must be endured every hour of the day . "
"If you want to get rid of such pain, you must continue to use its power to deepen the cause and effect between it. So, when it devours your soul, it cannot be prevented by heaven. Otherwise, like it The anti-sky things have been destroyed by Heavenly Thunder and Tribulation as early as the era when the gods have never been destroyed. "
Van Gogh raised his head and looked straight at Xuan Chengzi, revealing the secrets placed one by one under his eyes, but never let him think too much:
"Therefore, our previous spiritual sons of the Tianshui School could not live to be thirty years old, because they stayed in made of ice and fire every day."
"So, Song Enci will take the initiative to return Yu Pei on the second day. She wants strength, but she can't bear the slightest pain. It was only a short night, and she let her back."
"So, after taking away Yu Pei, she split it into two halves to prevent the torture of Yin and Yang, and to prevent the soul from being swallowed by Yu Pei. She thought that the incomplete individual would not have such a powerful killing Power. Black jade dominates death and is useless to her; white jade dominates vitality, making her a holy daughter of Zezhou who lives and dies. "
"So, I have endured thousands of reincarnations in that samsara tree. Because of that kind of pain, I have endured nineteen years old since I was six years old. I can naturally keep my reason and sober."
"So, I can destroy the tree, because I am just a soul body, not into the five elements; I am dead, without cause and effect; I am suppressed in the world, and I cannot enter the reincarnation. By coincidence, I am just that The nemesis of a tree. "
After Van Gogh said this, he held the piece of black jade and fell into silence.
Xuan Chengzi's breathing began to become heavy.
The Xuanmen people, who were still trapped in hatred, all looked at the black jade at this time, showing greed and fear in their eyes. The idea of ​​killing people and robbing treasures crossed in the minds of each of them, but quickly disappeared. Not yet. In this circle, Van Gogh seems invincible.
"Amitabha, that's the case. Without Song Enci's thoughts, there would be no current Vatican donors to save the world. Everything in the world really has its destiny arranged." Master Chang Jing folded his hands together, bent down deeply, to Express your gratitude and respect.
He believes that what happened in the past and present is being watched by heaven and earth, by the Buddha, and by all the spirits in the world. Who is right and who is wrong, which is right or wrong, they have their own answers.
Xuan Chengzi seems to feel this overwhelming peep too. This peep is not so much an illusion as it comes from his conscience and reason. His hands were shaking more and more, and the tip of the sword hung down to the ground, moving back and forth, left and right, and I didn't know where to point.
He hasn't discovered until now that this sword, which symbolizes thunder and justice, is the person who should be pointed to is actually himself. He was full of evil-doers, but he used to protect the world from such a young age.
How did he survive it? Xuan Chengzi didn't dare to think deeply.
Longevity and Changzheng looked at the people in the circle with awe, and their knees softened, and they even knelt down.
Lin Nianen thought of the seed of Fangaro, and his inner shame suddenly boiled like magma.
However, the story of Van Gogh is far from over.
He glanced at the jade piece that showed death and ominousness, and said slowly: "From the age of six to nineteen, I live in every day, and therefore, this nine-fold blood engulfs the soul array to other ghosts. It may be a kind of inhumane torture, but it is just a trial for me. It is by its refining that I have continuously stabilized the soul body, avoiding the fate swallowed by this piece of jade, and finally cultivated it. Humanoid form, return to this world. "
"And after my death, Song Enci eloped with that Zhang Gongzi, whose name is Hubao, which is unfavorable. He is ashamed of the teacher and has no face."
Speaking of which, he seemed to find this excuse very interesting, and he smiled lightly.
Everyone in Tianshui School who believes in Song Enci's ghost words has undoubtedly cheeks, heads down, and shame. Even the most iron-toothed know-how leader dare not quibble one more word. The more you say, the more despicable they will be.
Xuan Chengzi's sword tip shook violently, which was almost unable to suppress the pain and sorrow caused by the collapse of faith.
"This piece of Yin jade can only absorb the gas of Yinsha, it is of little use, but that piece of Yang jade is really a treasure, and can realize all the wishes of the owner. Master guess, Song Enci and that Zhang son face that What did Kui Yangyu wish? "
Xuan Chengzi pressed his lips together and said nothing. Those belated regrets, shame, and anger are destroying his Dao heart at a rapid rate. He was afraid that he would spit out blood as soon as he opened his mouth.
The masters of Xuanmen who stood behind him conceived an answer, and some people shouted unconsciously: "Eternal life, become a god."
Anyone who has embarked on a spiritual journey will set "Shou Qi Tian Tian" and "Flying Ascension" as the ultimate goals, and Song Enci is no exception.
Fangallo laughed lightly, and looked at these people with a cold look, "Yes, she and Master Zhang wished eternal life. With eternal life, it is not far from becoming a god."
Everyone in Xuanmen gasped, and the greed in his eyes was almost crazy.
Fangaro admired their expressions with great interest, and believed that if Song Enci dare to stand up and show her identity, she will be stripped of bones and taken away by these people.
Lin Nianci, wrapped in mummies, stayed still, and even the ups and downs of his chest disappeared, like a dead man. The Tianshui disciples who had been watching her cautiously now are far away from her.
Xuan Chengzi was still standing in front of her, protecting her, and once pointed firmly at Vanguard's sword, but now she hung down on the ground where she was lying, as if she had fallen.
Van Gogh glanced at Lin Nianci with a smile, and continued: "Song Enci does not know that eternal life is not a way to become a god, but a curse that can never be rid of, because eternal life is not equal to eternal youth."
The Xuanmen people did not realize the danger of this sentence, but Xuan Chengzi's eyes began to flicker violently.
Seeing his reaction, Van Gogh asked briskly: "When your life continues, and your body continues to age, what will you look like?"
This problem attracted everyone's imagination and made Xuan Chengzi's cold and frost-like face show a momentary distortion.
Fangallo shook his head and chuckled: "Your life is forever, but your body is dead, so you cross between Yin and Yang and become a walking dead. You want to die, you want to live well, but again No way. Your body is as thin as a skeleton; your internal organs are rotten like rotten water; you open your mouth and spit out the peculiar smell of the corpse; looking in the mirror, you see a ghost-like face. The rest of your life It's hell. "
The Xuanmen people stepped back involuntarily, revealing a horrified look, and the greed in their eyes was replaced by panic.
Xuan Chengzi's eyes were filled with tears, and he did not know whether it was because of anger or misfortune.
Fangallo said calmly: "Yes, Song Enci imagined a happy life, but time has been empty for decades. She gained the power of Yangyu and her aging is slow, but the son of Zhang is in her It turned into a walking dead under the eyelids. "
"Once full of love, how long can this ugly, ghost-like face last? So she left, and was eager to find a way to become a god, because she knew that if she could not become a god, she would become a zombie. That monster. "
"There are only two ways to become a god, one is to collect faith and incense; the other is to perform good deeds and accumulate merit. With the piece of Yang jade that can live and die, Song Enci chose these two without thinking. Road, but I do n’t know, that piece of Yang Yu still hides a terrible secret. "
Fangallo looked up at Xuan Chengzi, and his voice became cold: "Master, after saying so much, you should already know that none of the iron laws passed down from the Tianshui school can be violated. The first one is Lingzi. The power of jade wear should never be used; the second one is that only the strongest spirit sons of the past generations are worthy of guarding the jade wear. Why did the first one be formulated, you must have understood, then the second one? "
The muscles on Xuanchengzi's cheeks twitched slightly, but he dared not to answer. Now he realizes how failed he has been. Those iron laws must have been passed down by countless ancestors who had eaten enough blood, but he could change it because of his personal preferences.
Van Gogh looked down at the jade pendant in his palm and slowly replied: "Because the stronger the spiritual child, the more information is sensed from this jade pei. They will be tough enough for their willpower. It is the most suitable person to protect this jade. "
"However, Song Enci's spiritual strength is so weak that he can only hear a bit of temptation and feel some hot and cold coercion. How can he understand its terrible place? Master, you must admit that I am the strongest spirit in the history of Tianshui Son, so the moment I first touched this jade piece, I had discovered all its secrets. "
"It is by no means a treasure, but a seed of chaotic monsters left in the world. Song Enci is only its puppet. While doing good deeds, she shed more sins. Her tragedy also began ..."