If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blew up in the barren and remote courtyard, carrying a rotting smell of blood, slowly swirling along with the fallen leaves.

The dull knock on the door hit his ears one after another, Yan Ling walked slowly to the cellar without making a sound, squatted down and took a look at the gap between the door and the ground.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, the moonlight was not very bright, and only a dark red seeped out.

Yan Ling frowned, put his ear to the vibrating door, and was about to listen carefully to what was going on inside, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a gleam of light penetrating through the gap in the back door.

He flew up without hesitation, and almost at the moment when the back door was pushed open without a sound, Yan Ling was already at the corner of the back of the house, with only half of his face exposed, holding his breath to look over.

The back door opened and closed silently.

A man wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a hood stepped into the door, extinguished the wind lamp with a wave of his hand, walked to the cellar, looked down at the door that was constantly being knocked, and said in a cold voice: "Sure enough, only those who meet Only when you see a corpse that interests you, you will take the initiative to appear."

Yan Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, it was Siyuan's voice.

"prick--!"

There was a sudden scratching sound from inside the door.

An old and dry voice sounded from it, full of treacherous distortion and depression, with an angry and empty tone: "It's you pious mortals again..."

Siyuan looked at the blood that was gradually spreading to his feet, and said with a sneer: "We are mortals, we are ants, but there are too many ants, don't we still kill you so-called immortals? You think that if you seal the mortal world, you can Cut off our path to seeking immortality? Now the master of the state is unparalleled in resourcefulness, united with the demon clan, and used the secret realm of the demon saint to break the forbidden world, and it is just around the corner for mortals to cultivate immortality."

Hearing this, the person inside the door suddenly gasped heavily, like a broken bellows, as if extremely excited.

"When you can cultivate immortals, you will be completely useless as a 'source of support' for warlocks." Siyuan said, "I came to you to give you a chance."

"You are Hang Feiluan's lackey!"

The voice roared with rage, and the sound spread like ripples, but when it touched Siyuan, it was slapped away.

"Master Hongyu, why should you be angry? If you wake up the resting corpse in the house, you will have nothing to eat." Siyuan smiled coldly, "The national teacher is the one who led me and other warlocks and criminals to open the immortal moat. Your last It’s better to show some respect. And with a person like the national teacher, what can I do if I am his dog?”

Hongyu was silent for a moment, then laughed hoarsely: "The Great Forbidden World... The Secret Realm of the Demon Saint... You are seeking skins from tigers!"

"The demon cultivator is cruel and inhuman, how can some of you mortal warlocks unite?"

His voice sounded like weeping and laughing: "As soon as the ban on heaven and earth is lifted... What the mortal world ushers in is not a prosperous age of cultivation, but a disaster of extinction! Ridiculous, ridiculous! It's ridiculous that you were framed by you back then, but you were merciful and merciless. You guys! Where are you mortals? You are animals, you are clearly animals...you are demons!"

Siyuan didn't seem to expect Hongyu's reaction to be so strong, and said vigilantly: "Monster? If you are willing to break the seal and hand over the immortal law, why am I waiting for this?!"

"Little baby, have you heard the story ten thousand years ago?"

Hongyu asked suddenly.

Siyuan sneered: "Of course I have heard it. Every warlock in the world must have heard it. If the national teacher had not obtained the inheritance of warlocks thousands of years ago, I would have been kept in the dark for life and life. I don't know the disgust of you monks." !"

Hongyu ignored Siyuan's ridicule.

He said to himself: "Thousands of years ago, there was no barrier between the mortal world and the cultivation world, but they grew together. There are many sects of cultivation, and every few years they will go to the mortal world to select many children with outstanding aptitude, and bring them into the sect. But Later, the spiritual energy in the mortal world became less and less suitable for cultivation, and it was difficult for children with spiritual roots to appear again. Therefore, the monks at that time unanimously decided to move everyone to the other side of the mountain, that is, Today's realm of comprehension."

This beginning shocked Siyuan, obviously, this was different from the story he had heard.

Yan Ling stood quietly in the shadow of the corridor, his heart was full of shock.

Ordinary people, warlocks, monks... This seems to be another world, and he can't help but recall that weird dream and the old monk in the dream.

In the midst of confusion, Hongyu in the cellar kept talking.

"Everything was planned very well, and even several Mahayanas at that time went out to build a space-time passage to the other side of the mountain with their own hands. But just the night before the monks were going to announce this, a villager People... bloodbathed a fairy gate stronghold."

Hongyu smiled hoarsely: "Haha... You heard that right, it's a mortal who washed the monk with blood. Isn't it ridiculous? It's really ridiculous... The monk who flew to the sky and escaped from the ground, because of the 'not allowed' established at the beginning of his cultivation The blood oath to hurt mortals has become lambs waiting to be slaughtered one by one."

"At first it was a village, then it was a town, and then it was a city, a country...all mortals went crazy."

"They used their lives to pile up monks to death... They smashed open the heads of monks and dug out all the brains, just to see where the legendary spiritual root grew and whether they could dig it out and put it on themselves. They Put the monk's blood and share it with other people bowl by bowl, just to see if it can change the physique and cultivate..."

Yan Ling frowned slightly. Hearing the description, several fragments of afterimages flashed in his mind, but they were too vague to grasp clearly.

"absurd!"

Siyuan trembled all over: "You monks are invulnerable after the golden core, how could it be possible..."

"Impossible?" Hongyu laughed loudly, and then her tone sank, "If it's impossible...then why am I here? Even if I die, I can't escape... I was imprisoned by you in this dark place, and I developed a food for food. Human ghosts, reduced to slaves of your congealing magician Ruby..."

"You said, if it's impossible, then how did you warlocks come into being?! You wouldn't be so naive as to think that...you are the only ones who imprison monks? Hahahaha..."

"you……"

Siyuan was as if shocked, and took a step back in surprise, "Are you sowing discord between us and Master Hang? Turning black and white... You were a monk, of course you want to speak for the monk."

Hongyu lost her strength in laughing, and her voice became hoarse: "I told many people, and their reactions were the same as yours. I still don't understand why the Eight Great Immortal Sects let you go, and why they didn't come Save us...they, what are they afraid of?"

The conversation tonight obviously exceeded Siyuan's imagination, he interrupted Hongyu's voice hastily, not daring to let him say anything more: "No matter what they are afraid of, I am the one who can let you out now!"

Siyuan calmed down slowly, and his voice softened: "Don't you hate the Eight Great Immortals if they don't come to save you? Join our Pingxian sect, I can not only release you, but also find everything you want. corpses. You just need to go to the place where the monks live and make a little mess..."

"Crack!"

Yan Ling calculated that it was almost time, and was about to retreat back to the house when his shoulder bumped against the closed window.

There was a slight knock from the old window.

"Who's there?!"

Almost at the same time, Siyuan's expression froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind the house.

Yan Ling's heart jumped, and he was about to fly away, but suddenly his limbs froze, and his eyes instantly became numb.

"...Brother Siqi?"

The corners of the houses were dark and the shadows slanted.

Siyuan walked lightly and walked towards that place slowly, his eyes hidden under the hood fixedly stared at the shadow.A piece of ruby ​​appeared in his palm, and a wisp of white smoke condensed into a strip, slowly probing towards the corner.

"Woooo!"

Suddenly, a thin white figure sprang out.

Siyuan was taken aback, the smoke hit the figure in an instant, smashed it out like a boulder, and fell to the dirt wall with a bang, leaving a blood stain, then slowly slid down, It fell into the grass at knee height.

"Ugh..."

A thin, painful cry.

Siyuan walked to the side of the wild grass, kicked the white ball once, took a closer look, and said impatiently: "Where did the wild fox come from... looking for death."

He picked up the dying little fox with disgust on his face, and threw it out of the courtyard wall with a wave of his hand.

To be cautious, Siyuan went to the back of the house to look again, but there was no one.

Opened a gap in the window and looked in. The quilt was raised, and two pairs of shoes were placed on the ground. The person on the bed did not intend to wake up.Although he knew that the cellar was soundproofed and ordinary people couldn't hear the slightest sound, Si Yuan was still worried.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to kill Si Qi and offer it to Hong Yu without waiting for three months.

Having made up his mind, Siyuan went back to the cellar, trying to negotiate terms with Hongyu again.But Hongyu didn't seem to hear it at all, and didn't reply at all.

Siyuan sneered twice, then angrily flung his sleeves and left.

The courtyard returned to silence.

A quarter of an hour later, a stiff figure slowly walked out of the back door, walked around to the fence thrown by the little fox, searched carefully with dull eyes, and found the bloody white mass in the corner.