Old Mrs. Sun had never been treated so lightly before and was immediately furious.
Sun Junhao was afraid that she would get into trouble, so he quickly said, "Mother, please go back first. I will handle this matter."
Old Madam Sun was stubborn and would not give in. She cursed in a sharp voice, "Is there any reason left? You, a bunch of immortal disciples, actually believed the nonsense of a demon! How could my grandson be a demon? When the ancestor of the Sun family returned to Qingle City, he used the black strange book in his hand to probe the spiritual consciousness of the two brothers Hebi and Yaoguang. The black strange book said that there was no nightmare. You would rather believe in a demon than an immortal weapon! Stupid! Stupid! I don't think you are immortal disciples! You confuse right and wrong and are unreasonable. I'm afraid you are in cahoots with this bitch!"
Sun Junhao had a splitting headache.
Mingze frowned when he heard the strange black book.
The black strange book is a mysterious-level nightmare-exploring immortal weapon.
In the current cultivation world, all earth-level immortal artifacts are in the forbidden areas of the nine major sects, and the only tertiary-level immortal artifact is in the hands of the Immortal Alliance. Using the Black Strange Book to judge whether a mortal is a demon is more than enough and can be called authoritative.
When Old Lady Sun saw Mingze frowning, she immediately became even more arrogant and sneered, "Okay, I'll call my grandson out. If you can find out the cause and give an explanation, I'll kneel down and apologize!"
Sun Junhao's head exploded: "Mother!" In a panic, he pulled Old Lady Sun behind him and apologized to Mingze with sweat dripping down his face: "I'm sorry, my mother is too sad now and her mind is a little disturbed."
Mingze glanced at him and said nothing. He was a simple-minded person, and was well-fed by his aristocratic family. He did not feel offended by a mortal, and just said, "Then bring your young master out."
Madam Sun held the handkerchief tightly, her bones were white with tension. After a while, the sick young master of the Sun family came out with the help of the servant. He was a seven-year-old boy with a round face and a bit fat. He had fair skin and was dressed in rich clothes. It was obvious that he was a young master who was raised by his family since he was a child.
Sun Yaoguang had fallen seriously ill after returning from Jiangjin Temple. His face was pale and blue, his eyes were evasive and fearful, and his fingers were trembling as he grasped the servant's sleeve. After looking at the disciples of Wangqing Sect, his face turned even paler, and his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry out of fear in the next second.
Sun Yaoguang threw himself into Madam Sun's arms and sobbed, "Mom, who are they?"
Madam Sun hugged him carefully and said, "Dear Yaoguang, don't be afraid. It's okay." She raised her head and said to Mingze, "Fairy, Yaoguang is out. Can you see that he is a demon?"
For a moment, the disciples of Wangqing Sect were speechless.
After listening to Zhang Mushi's words and seeing that Old Lady Sun had an abnormal attitude, they insisted to see Sun Yaoguang.
But now that the people have really come out, they don't know what to do. The sect missions issued by Wangqing Sect are basically that the nightmare has completely awakened and is causing trouble in the world, and they just go down the mountain to kill the monsters.
I have never encountered such a situation before: the murderous bride is a demon, and the real demon has not yet awakened.
Mingze pursed his lips and then said, "Sun Yaoguang, let me see your eyes."
Nightmare is born in the sea of consciousness and appears in the eyes.
Sun Yaoguang said timidly: "Mom..."
Madam Sun bit her lip and said softly, "Don't be afraid, please look at this immortal's eyes. I won't hurt you."
Sun Yaoguang then timidly raised his head and looked over. He had been frightened at Jiangjin Temple, like a frightened bird, with only confusion, fear, and escape in his clear eyes.
Mingze didn't have any expectations in the first place. After all, only when Nightmare wakes up will a person's eyes turn green.
So when she really looked into the boy's clean and pure eyes, she could only sigh heavily.
Mrs. Sun immediately said angrily: "Are you satisfied now?! Have you figured out what's going on?!"
Zhang Mushi used this bloody and ruthless method just for revenge. She exchanged her own life for Sun Hebi's, and of course she wanted this little beast to pay for her seventh sister's life. She hadn't slept for three days, waiting for the moment when the truth would come out.
She clenched her fingers and looked at Mingze - demons were rampant in the world, and the immortals took it as their responsibility to kill them.
She was waiting for Mingze to draw his sword and kill this little beast who was so well protected by the Sun family!
She was waiting for Mingze to draw his sword so that she could rest in peace after her chaotic and bloody life!
Just, one second, two seconds, three seconds.
The cold wind swept across her tear-stained face. Zhang Mushi was a little confused and asked softly, "Immortal, Sun Yaoguang is a demon. I saw him eat my sister with my own eyes. Why did you kill him?"
Mingze had never dealt with such a matter before, so he said in embarrassment: "Miss Zhang, no one can confirm whether this young master is a demon. Nanze Prefecture has an order that no one can kill people at will without solid evidence."
Zhang Mushi: "Then how can we confirm it?"
Mingze pursed his lips.
A disciple of Wangqing Sect said, "Brother, please let us send a message to the sect and let them handle this matter."
Sun Junhao said immediately after hearing this: "But, fellow Daoist, it is just such a small matter, but we still have to trouble Wangqing Sect."
In fact, Mingze didn't want to trouble the sect. If they sent a message for help the first time they accepted the mission, they would definitely be laughed at by many people.
Sun Junhao said: "Since this matter was caused by my Sun family, then let my Sun family solve it. No matter how advanced they are, demons are a taboo that harms the cultivation world. When I came out of seclusion, my ancestor happened to be in the sect."
Sun Junhao said: "This Miss Zhang said that the ancestors protected the descendants. This time I will ask the ancestors to borrow the black strange book, and we will personally explore whether there is nightmare in Yaoguang's sea of consciousness."
Mingze was stunned when he heard that he could borrow the Black Book. Nightmare was a curse from the gods in ancient times, and any magical tool that could read it was a rare treasure.
Zhang Mushi had said before that Sun Hebi, the ancestor of the Sun family of Fuhua Sect, could suppress the awakening of nightmare by eating a bead, and Mingze believed it completely.
In this world, there is no cultivator who can tamper with the things left behind by the devil.
After hearing this suggestion, Zhang Mushi suddenly retorted in a sharp voice: "No! Immortal, you must trust the Sun family!"
Mingze comforted her, "Don't worry, Miss Zhang. No one can tamper with the Black Book. This time it's not the Sun family who are here to investigate, it's us who are here to investigate."
After saying that, Sun Junhao turned around and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Sun."
Sun Junhao nodded, raised his sleeves immediately, and a white flying feather appeared in the air.
"go!"
As soon as the sound was made, the flying feather representing the token of Fuhua Sect immediately flew towards Nanzezhou at the speed of lightning.
The magical instruments used to transmit messages between sects can travel thousands of miles in an instant.
If it goes against your expectations, you will get a response very quickly.
The moment Feiyu sent out the order.
The entire front yard of the Sun Mansion was filled with dead silence.
Sun Junhao was afraid that the old lady would say something outrageous again, so he turned around and said, "Mother, please go back to your room and rest first." He interrupted her again and again, and no matter how stupid the old lady Sun was, she realized that he was still weak, and did not follow his previous words to reason with the people of Wangqing Sect. She leaned on her crutches, asked someone to bring a chair, and sat down with a gloomy face.
Yan Qing’s first sect training.
I didn't expect that I would not be there to slay demons and monsters, but to stand at the door and watch this group of people talking to each other.
He was too tired to stand, so he just leaned against the wall.
The bamboo leaves cast a scattering of light. Yan Qing asked with a hint of suspicion, "Xie Shiyi, do you think that boy is a demon?"
Xie Shiyi said in a cold tone: "If you are really that curious, why don't you go over and take a look."
Yan Qing: “Oh.”
He did what he said, and really squeezed in from the end of the crowd while shouting "Make way". The disciples of Wangqing Sect felt like a slippery fish had slipped into the crowd, and impatiently tried to grab him, but before they could touch him, a sense of coldness stung their palms, and they immediately withdrew their hands in pain. But when they looked closely, there was nothing on his skin, as if it was just his illusion.
Yan Qing stood in the middle of the crowd. He had come into contact with many kinds of demons in his previous life, but they were all mortals.
When one reaches the Mahayana Void Stage, humans and nightmares can coexist. Or perhaps it can be said to be "coexistence", because you don't know whether it is the human who devours the nightmare or the nightmare who devours the human and occupies the body. They become sentient, rational, and learn to disguise. But the bloodthirstiness of the demons has increased instead of decreased.
Yan Qing twisted the soul thread in his hand and stared at the little boy.
Mingze suddenly noticed a person coming out from beside him and was slightly stunned: "Fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan Qing said, "Brother Mingze, have you checked this child's room?"
Mingze: "Room?"
Yan Qing nodded: "Since Miss Zhang saw with her own eyes that the young master of the Sun family ate her sister, it means that if it is a demon seed, the nightmare inside has begun to wake up, and there will always be some signs in daily life."
Mingze suddenly realized, nodded, and said happily: "Fellow Daoist Yan is absolutely right."
Mingze asked Madam Sun, "Can we go take a look at where Young Master Sun lives?"
Madam Sun looked embarrassed. The head of the Sun family, who had been silent all this time, smiled bitterly and said, "Master, what a coincidence. The place where my son lived before was burned clean by a fire a long time ago."
Mingze was surprised: "A big fire?"
The head of the Sun family nodded and said, "Yes. After Yaoguang came back from Jiangjin Temple, he has been in a state of disarray. He wakes up in the middle of the night every day and cries and makes a fuss, saying that there are dirty things in the room. We were worried about him, so we burned the room clean. Yaoguang now sleeps with his mother."
After Sun Yaoguang came out, Zhang Mushi had been holding back her hatred and had not gone up to strangle him to death. Sun Yaoguang was detected to have spiritual roots when he was born, and was the third person in the Sun family who had the potential to cultivate immortality. He had been protected from the slightest since he was a child. She had never been able to get close to him before. Now, the only one who could kill Sun Yaoguang was that immortal.
As soon as the patriarch of the Sun family finished speaking, Zhang Mushi burst into laughter: "Dirty thing? Dirty thing? Sun Yaoguang! If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! Tell me, the dirty thing that wakes you up every night is the Zhang Muyue that you eat up bite by bite! Yes, yes!"
Sun Yaoguang burst into tears and threw himself into Madam Sun's arms: "Mom! I want to go back! Mom! I'm so scared that I want to go back!"
Mrs. Sun also cried with him, choking with sobs and saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Yan Qing looked at the mother and son and sneered softly: "The fire is on? This is too coincidental."
The head of the Sun family blushed and didn't know what to say.
Sun Junhao spoke up to help: "Daoyou, Feiyu's message is very fast, and it's not urgent at this moment. Let's just wait."
Yan Qing said: "It's boring to wait, Brother Sun, let's have a chat."
Sun Junhao was stunned: "What?"
Yan Qing said, "I'm very curious, for no reason. Why did your ancestor offer up the Black Strange Book 10 years ago to predict nightmares for the two brothers Sun Hebi and Sun Yaoguang?"
Sun Junhao frowned and said, "At that time, our ancestor was traveling and happened to pass by Qingle, so he just went back to take a look. He Bi Yaoguang is the direct descendant of the family. Our ancestor predicted their nightmares for them. Is there anything wrong?"
Yan Qing: “Oh, that makes sense.”
It makes sense.
The only meaning of inexplicably testing whether there is nightmare in the direct lineage's sea of consciousness is perhaps that many years later, when someone points out that we are demons, we can say "I have tested it before".
Yan Qing thought about this, found it funny, and laughed out loud.
Sun Junhao looked at the handsome boy in front of him with caution. He didn't know why Mingze, as a disciple of Wangqing Sect, was scary to him. But this outer disciple who looked undisciplined and unfocused made him subconsciously feel difficult to deal with.
The flying feathers of Fuhua Sect were indeed very fast. After a while, a gust of green wind blew over from Nanzezhou, rolling up the thousands of lights of Qingle City, sharp and powerful, and vastly covering the entire Sun family. That was a strong man at the peak of the Mahayana period, one step away from the Void Realm.
When the pressure came over, everyone present tried to hold back their trembling legs and wanted to kneel down.
As the supreme elder of the Fuhua Sect, the ancestor of the Sun family would naturally come here in person.
Sun Junhao was his disciple and also his descendant, so he responded so quickly.
Along with Feiyu came a box, on which was a Mahayana formation with a purple dragon coiled around it.
Anyone who touches it will die.
The flight feathers split open in the air.
At the same time, the majestic and low voice of the ancestor of the Sun family was heard thousands of miles away.
"I have understood the matter clearly. I lent you the Black Book. After finding out the truth, even if you are a disciple of the Wangqing Sect, you must apologize to my Sun family!"
Sun Junhao was overjoyed, kneeling on the ground and holding the box with both hands: "Thank you, Master."
As soon as the box was opened, a chaotic black light shone into the sky.
No one knows where the chaotic fog comes from, but the myriad of creations it contains are awe-inspiring.
Sun Junhao originally wanted to test it directly, but after thinking about it, he handed the book to Mingze and said, "Friend Ming, come here."
Mingze nodded and said, "Okay."
He took the black book in his hand. The black book was called a "book", but it was actually a ball of fog that had condensed into a shape. The black book only required a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage to open it.
He walked over and took a drop of blood from between Sun Yaoguang's eyebrows and dropped it into the book.
Close your eyes, put your middle finger and index finger together, and inject spiritual energy into it.
Blood seeped into the book.
If it is a demon species, the black book will turn red.
If the person is normal, the blood will be completely absorbed by the mist.
Everyone in the Sun residence held their breath.
Madam Sun clutched her sleeves tightly.
Old Mrs. Sun's hand as she leaned on the crutch was also shaking a little.
Zhang Mushi watched everything coldly, waiting for the truth to finally come out.
The sound of pages turning could be heard.
The next second, there seemed to be a layer of light red mist on the black book. Mingze opened his eyes in shock, but the next second the black mist surged, and the blood mist seemed to be just the luster of blood itself, which instantly swallowed up, dissolved, and covered the black book completely with the black mist.
… is a demon species.
Zhang Mushi asked nervously, "Immortal?"
Mingze closed the black book in a daze. She didn't know why, but she was too willing to look into the eyes of this woman who was about to die in agony. The revenge she had exchanged her life for turned out to be just a misunderstanding.
"Miss Zhang..." Mingze said in a hoarse voice, "The young master of the Sun family is a demon."
Everything is quiet.
Zhang Mushi stood in the wind without saying a word. Her bright red wedding dress made her face look even paler. She smiled with tears in her eyes, and big drops of hot tears fell down: "It's a demon seed. Sun Yaoguang ate my sister alive and it's also a demon seed. Then how can it be a demon seed? Sun Yaoguang is a demon seed, so am I?" She cried and laughed, and finally looked crazy. It was as if the last thread of reason was broken by this sentence. Zhang Mushi tilted her head, and her red eyes were like a devil who wanted to kill her, staring at Sun Yaoguang.
Sun Yaoguang was very weak and sick, and when she saw him like this, his mouth pursed and he burst into tears. His tender little fingers trembled as he grabbed Madam Sun's clothes and broke down and cried loudly: "Mother! I want to go back! Mother! I'm so scared! Mother! Mother! I want to go back!"
"Zhang Mushi!" Before any smugness could show on Old Lady Sun's face, she was completely enraged by Zhang Mushi's behavior.
While Sun Junhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he also had a reason to take action.
With a flick of his sleeves, Zhang Mushi, a mere mortal, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Sun Junhao, in a blue robe and white feathers, took a step forward and said with disgust: "Miss Zhang, you killed my nephew, so you are the sworn enemy of my Sun family. I just let you do whatever you want for the sake of the Wangqing Sect. If you are still obsessed with enlightenment, don't blame me for being polite."
Zhang Mushi didn't say anything. She crawled on the ground, she had shed so many tears that she felt like she was blind. At this moment, she couldn't hear anyone's voice.
Two sharp voices merged in my mind. On the left was the girl's crisp laughter on the peach blossom steps of the mountain temple, and on the right was Sun Hebi kneeling on the ground and crying in disarray.
Her body was shaking and her fingers were sinking into the ground bit by bit.
The thin clouds are playing tricks, and the flying stars are conveying hatred.
—Mu Shi, I’m hungry, I’m hungry.
The Milky Way is far away and dark.
—The nightmare is in my body, it is talking to me, do you hear it! Ah, it is coming out, the nightmare is coming alive!
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.
—Moshi, save me...
Tenderness is like water, and the good times are like a dream.
—I didn't want to kill her. I was also a victim, Mushi, please forgive me. I had no control over myself. I was controlled by the nightmare. I didn't want to kill anyone. I was just hungry. I was so hungry that I couldn't bear it. Mushi! Mushi!
I can't help but look back at the Magpie Bridge on my way home.
—Zhang Mushi, what are you doing!
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, why would they care about being together day and night
…Sun Hebi, I’m hungry too.
Zhang Mushi actually had no memory of the wedding night. Whether it was revenge, venting anger, or desperate, her eyes were bloodshot and her mind was blank.
The bride had to be hungry for a whole night before getting married, so she dressed up on an empty stomach, got into the sedan chair on an empty stomach, and waited until midnight holding the scissors on an empty stomach, but at that time she felt nothing. She was not hungry, nor thirsty.
He didn't feel anything when he cut off pieces of Sun Hebi's flesh and put them into his mouth.
Now, after so many years and in such great sorrow, the sounds of crying and laughing beside her actually brought back the senses that hadn't been drinking for three days and three nights.
My stomach feels like it's on fire, my mouth feels like it's being roasted by iron, I'm horny and drooling.
turn out to be.
This is what hunger is.
Her eyes were confused, and she chewed it lightly with her teeth as if she was under the illusion, vaguely recalling the taste of her wedding night.
Hungry.
Sun Hebi... It turns out that I was really hungry at that time.
Old Madam Sun said coldly, "My grandson was already frightened in Jiangjin Temple, and now after what you did, I'm afraid his condition will get worse when he returns. What are you going to explain?"
Mingze closed the strange black book, his face red and white. Just as he was about to speak, a hand suddenly came up beside him. It was pale and beautiful, and it was very beautiful.
I don't know if it's my illusion. When the red line on Yan Qing's wrist fell on the black strange book, the black mist seemed to solidify.
Yan Qing took the black book, tapped it with his fingers, lowered his eyes and smiled: "The black book can be manipulated, the nightmare can be manipulated, but the human sea of consciousness can be manipulated..."
This is why all the earth-level and upper-level nightmare-seeking immortal instruments can be privately owned. Each immortal instrument has a different way of testing nightmares. The Green Cloud Mirror is for looking in the mirror, the Flowing Light Harp is for listening to the sound, and the Black Book is for testing blood. God knows whether the Sun family ancestor who was at the peak of the Mahayana period had expected that he would play tricks in this blood today.
"Brother Yanqing, what are you going to do?" Mingze asked vigilantly.
Sun Yaoguang seemed to be shaking with fear and crying loudly in his mother's arms, but with tears in his eyes, he still took advantage of everyone's attention and quietly raised his head to look over here.
Yan Qing took advantage of the moment when Xi raised his head, and the red thread in his hand turned into a long snake, piercing Xi's forehead through the air.
"What are you doing!"
“Shining!”
The Sun family suddenly roared.
Yan Qing: "Borrow some blood."
The red thread was retracted, and the blood at the end was directly thrown onto the black book. This time, the black book seemed to be frightened by some kind of fear, and it moved very fast, the black mist surged, and finally - a pure and blazing red color, almost illuminating the entire sky.
nightmare!
Sun Yaoguang is a demon!
The Sun family members, who were originally furious, suddenly lost all color on their faces.
Sun Yaoguang cried even louder.
Old Madam Sun was so angry that she suddenly cursed: "You did something! You did something with Yaoguang's blood!"
Yan Qing sneered, "Old Madam Sun, you can only hide the nightmare, you can't create it out of thin air."
Mingze was stunned: "Brother Yan, what's going on?"
Yan Qing said, "You took too little blood." He threw the black book to Mingze and said calmly, "Since it has been detected to be a demon, you can kill it now."
Mingze nodded.
The nine sects and three schools had already made a rule that all demons would be killed without mercy. But just when he was about to attack, Sun Junhao protected Sun Yaoguang.
"Fellow Daoist Ming, please show some mercy."
Mingze frowned, unwilling to give in: "Since it has been found out that it is a demon, Brother Sun, are you planning to cover it up?"
Sun Junhao smiled bitterly: "Yes... I don't intend to cover it up. It's just that fellow Taoist, even if my nephew is a demon, he hasn't had the time to do evil yet."
Mingze said: "You didn't do anything? Then Jiang Jinsi—"
Hearing this familiar name, Sun Yaoguang seemed to be back in a nightmare. He suddenly burst into tears and shouted in despair and collapse: "My second brother forced me to do this! He killed people and is eating them! He dragged me along and forced me to swallow it! My second brother forced me to do this! It tastes so bad, it tastes so bad, mother! Save me! I'm so scared! Mother! I've been vomiting since I came back, mother! Save me!—"
Sun Junhao closed his eyes, sighed, and said, "How can a seven-year-old child be capable of killing someone? If what Miss Zhang said is true, the Seventh Miss of the Zhang Family must have been killed by Hebi."
"Hebi forced her own brother to eat human flesh. Yaoguang fell seriously ill after returning from Jiangjin Temple. He is still in a coma and has not recovered yet. He is also a victim. Hebi, who killed Miss Zhang Qi, has died in the same tragic way. It can be said that every wrong has its perpetrators."
"Friend Ming," Sun Junhao raised his head and said softly, "What did Yaoguang do wrong again... Although he is a demon, he didn't have time to do anything evil. He was even forced to eat human flesh, and now his mind is normal. The Qin family said that demons don't necessarily harm people, and no one is born evil. Nightmare is something we can choose, why should we decide the life and death of a seven-year-old boy when he hasn't done anything wrong."
"If it was Yaoguang who killed Miss Zhang Qi today, even if he was only seven years old, I would personally clean up the mess and not let him continue to harm people when he grows up. But in this matter, Yaoguang is the pitiful one."
"I know you are worried that if you let him stay in the mortal world, innocent people will be harmed."
"Don't worry, I will inform the ancestors and have Yaoguang sent to Baibashi Temple and imprisoned."
"Please, Brother Ming, spare my life today."
The 180 temples were built by the three families of Zijin Prefecture to "eliminate nightmares" and give the demons a glimmer of hope. Everyone in the world would give them a little face.