Chapter 675 Good and Evil Are in the Heart

The evil spirit on Qingyang was so frightening that many monks could not bear it and retreated in fear. Only Xuanzhu could hold on. He looked up at Qingyang, and suddenly there was a trace of solemnity on his face. He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Qingyang, you are possessed by the devil!"

Qingyang had just experienced the Blood Demon Sect's counterattack on the seven major immortal sects. He was completely dismissive of the so-called distinction between good and evil. Now he had experienced the death of Taoist Master Songhe. He was in a state of mental instability, so he shouted: "What the hell is the devil? As long as you have strength, Strong enough, the Blood Demon Sect is still flourishing? As long as I can save my master, I don't mind killing everyone in the world. "

Facing Qingyang, who was full of murderous aura, Xuanzhu was not afraid at all and said, "Good and evil are in your heart. If you think killing us can save Master Songhe, then do it."

Qingyang's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he waved his palm to do it, but in the end he didn't make up his mind. Killing the three monks was because they deserved it, but killing the monks of Qinglong Temple was a bit far-fetched. Especially this Xuanzhu, who I have known since childhood. My master has lived in Qinglong Temple for many years and has been taken care of by Xuanzhu and his disciples. It is equivalent to Xuanzhu being filial to my master for all these years. If I kill him, wouldn't it be repaying kindness with enmity?

Thinking of this, Qingyang's movements slowed down, and he didn't slap this palm after all.

Seeing that Qingyang did not take action, Xuanzhu continued, "There is no strict distinction between good and evil. The righteous can do evil things, and the evil can also do righteous things. So being good or evil is all up to your heart. Master Songhe passed away in the past few days. He had expected this and had explained the aftermath to the monks of Qinglong Temple. It has nothing to do with this group of people coming to kill him. You have already avenged Hu Xiaobei and others. How can you vent your anger on others?"

Qingyang actually understood what Xuanzhu said. The death of Master Songhe was somewhat related to Hu Xiaobei, but not very much. He killed the three of them and the grudges were settled. Killing others would be a bit exaggerated. The monks of Qinglong Temple were weak and had no ability to stop Hu Xiaobei, who was in the middle stage of Qi Refining. It was far-fetched to say that they watched him die without rescuing him. Moreover, there were more than a hundred people watching the excitement outside. Strictly speaking, they watched him die without rescuing him. They couldn't kill them all, right?

The reason why Qingyang was so angry just now was, on the one hand, because the demonic path had flourished recently and the seven major immortal sects had been destroyed, and the depression in his heart could not be relieved; on the other hand, he suddenly saw his closest person die, and the inner demon was haunted by grief, so he could not control himself for a while.

After killing three people in a row, and with this period of buffer, the depression and grief in his heart were slightly relieved, and Qingyang's mind gradually became clear, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly faded. He was not a bloodthirsty person, and he would not indulge himself in killing innocent people.

Seeing that Qingyang's condition was slightly better, Xuanzhu took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is what Master Songhe left with me a long time ago, let me give it to you."

Qingyang took the letter and looked at it. It was written by his master. Looking at the handwriting on it, it was obviously written a long time ago and kept by Xuanzhu. Qingyang tore open the envelope and saw the words written inside: "Qingyang disciple, I feel that my end is coming recently. I am afraid I will not live for many days. People say that the older you get, the more afraid you are of death. But I don't care. I am already content to live a hundred years. The proudest thing in my life is to have a good disciple. It's a pity that I can't see you again before I leave. It's good that I will leave quietly and you can have nothing to worry about..."

Looking at the familiar handwriting and the kind words inside, the master's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of him. Qingyang couldn't help but feel a sore nose and a little mist in his eyes.

Indistinctly, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with a wretched look holding a string of candied haws to coax a five or six-year-old child; indistinctly, he seemed to see an old Taoist priest with gray hair, defrauding the world with a little Taoist boy; indistinctly, he seemed to see the little Taoist priest gradually growing up, and the old Taoist priest with gray hair finally had the opportunity to enjoy life leisurely; indistinctly, he seemed to see the old Taoist priest taking risks to steal for his apprentice, relying on pretending to be dead to avoid the investigation of the immortal master; indistinctly, he also saw an old Taoist priest who was about to die, standing on the side of the mountain every day looking forward to the distance, but never waiting for what he hoped for.

In the end, all the scenes disappeared, leaving only the dead body on the chair in front of him, which was silent and like a dead firewood. This time, the master was really dead and really left him. He would never see him again. Only he was left in the world.

In fact, Qingyang knew that his master would have this day sooner or later. Taoist Songhe had no spiritual roots and could not cultivate immortality. He could only be a mortal in this life. Even if he achieved the ultimate of mortals, he would only live for more than a hundred years. This scene was bound to happen sooner or later, without any surprises.

Before Qingyang came back this time, he had been mentally prepared for this, and even thought that his master had already passed away. Unexpectedly, his master persisted until the moment before he came back. The only regret was that, by some strange coincidence, Taoist Songhe died before Qingyang came back, and Qingyang did not see him for the last time. So from this point of view, Hu Xiaobei and the other two also deserved to die.

The dead cannot be resurrected, the past is gone, and Qingyang cannot live in grief forever. Moreover, Taoist Songhe chose to hold on at the last moment, and he might have taken the initiative to seek death, so that Qingyang could completely cut off all thoughts and worries, so that he could practice with peace of mind.

Master has good intentions, how can Qingyang not appreciate it? Everything just now was just a true expression of his feelings. He has practiced for decades, and he still has some self-control. He quickly adjusted his state, nodded to Monk Xuanzhu, and said, "Xuanzhu, thank you this time."

Then Qingyang didn't wait for Xuanzhu and others to speak, he bent down and picked up the body of Taoist Songhe, and walked step by step towards the outside of the hall. The warriors outside the hall had seen Qingyang's means of flying from the sky before, and knew what happened in the hall. Seeing Qingyang coming out of the hall, no one dared to come forward to disturb him, but just obediently made way.

Taoist Songhe died, and the people from the Tiger Gang who came to make trouble were also killed. An incident disappeared and there was no excitement to watch. Xuanzhu called the monks of Qinglong Temple and persuaded the warriors present to go down the mountain, finally restoring the tranquility of the temple.

However, because of this incident, the image of Qinglong Temple in the martial arts world of the surrounding prefectures became even more prestigious. After the warriors who experienced this incident returned, they exaggerated what happened here and spread the news, and gradually the stories became more and more outrageous.