No matter how dissatisfied Chu Lian is, Ye Shengge's plan to accept apprentices is finalized. Afterwards, they sealed the Demon's Corner together and left the town, leaving only the promise to come back two years later.
Spring and autumn came, and the dumb girl held the baby in her arms and waited silently.
Wen Xuan quietly watched her waiting figure until the day she died. He wasn't sure how long it took, but at least until that day, he never saw Ye Shengge again.
In the snow, Wen Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
Yi Jian shook his palm, "Senior brother."
Wenxuan did not respond immediately, as if his mind was still immersed in that fantasy. After a while, he gradually returned to reality, blinked his eyes, and sighed softly, "So it is."
It is naturally impossible for him to see Ye Shengge again, because Ye Shengge has long since fallen. Just fifty years ago, between those two years.
This fantasy made Wen Xuan understand many things.
Why did a half-demon son eventually become a disciple of Shuiyunzong, why did Chu Lian clearly hate him but still accept him as a disciple, why did he find the spiritual thoughts left by others in his body, and why he clearly had a celestial demon. The bloodline can't find a bit of demonic energy, and everything has been answered in this past.
The center of all reasons is that person, Ye Shengge.
Wen Xuan pursed his lips, feeling a dull pain in his heart. Ye Shengge, Ye Zhenren's name, he has heard of it for many years, and he has regretted the fall of this person, but it is the first time that he is like this, and he is heartbroken by this matter.
He had always thought that it was someone who was very far away from him, never thought that they were once so close, never thought that they almost had a relationship between master and apprentice. The seal of the demonic energy and the deduction of the exercises were all things Ye Shengge did for the apprentice he was about to accept.
However, Ye Shengge failed to return to this town again. This relationship between master and apprentice has always only ended up with the word "nearly".
"I see." Wen Xuan sighed again, as if to take away the grief in his heart with this repeated sigh.
Then he walked away from the simple shoulder and stood up.
"Senior brother, are you going back?" Jian Yi asked him.
Wen Xuan nodded.
Looking at him like this, Jian Yi was inevitably a little worried, "Is it alright?"
Wen Xuan smiled and turned his eyes to the direction of the town, "The only reason I didn't want to go back before was because I didn't know how to face them."
Whenever he thought of the blood of the demon in his body, the guilt and guilt would always overwhelm him. But his previous feelings for those townspeople were actually far more than that.
In addition to the guilt, what he couldn't let go of was his mother's death.
Whose hands did the mother die at the end? If his mother really died to protect him, or because of the anger of the townspeople, does he have the right to speak hatred to those people? This is an unsolved question. Whether to hate or not to hate, will make him subject to moral torture. Fortunately, he didn't really need to face this problem, because what the old man said wasn't all the truth.
Although the townspeople did take out their mother's anger, and even hated Wenxuan, the evil species, but this was not the cause of her mother's death.
Ye Shengge had the heart to accept Wenxuan as his disciple. Before leaving, he would naturally consider the life of the mother and son in those two years. He once gave his mother a sum of money, and he once asked the townspeople to put down their hatred and treat them kindly. In the eyes of the townspeople, the two monks who killed the Heavenly Demon were like gods, so even if they were reluctant, they always forcibly endured the hatred in their hearts, and never did anything to kill anyone because of hatred.
The truth is much simpler and more ironic than Wen Xuan originally thought.
The cause of his mother's death was actually the money given by Ye Shengge. Only she and her two brothers knew the money. The two older brothers were interested in making money, and at first they thought that Ye Shengge might return at any time.
Thinking of his mother's final death, Wen Xuan still felt a chill in his heart. Most people are kinder than he thought, but there are always people who are a hundred times more vicious than he can imagine. This hatred is finally clear and clear, without any impurities.
"Those two," Wen Xuan asked, "what happened next?"
He could easily hear what he was asking, and immediately shrugged, "Dead."
Wen Xuan turned his gaze over and looked at Jian Jian's face.
"If you ask the people in the town about this, you'll know it right away." Jian Yi told him, "Not long after that, they didn't know if they were guilty of a thief or something, and ran into the mountains with the money. , and then he died in the mountain for no reason."
"Do you not understand?"
"It is said," Jian Jian said these two words, paused for a while, and then continued, "It was a female ghost who asked for her life."
Wen Xuan immediately raised the corner of his mouth, "If that's the case, that would be great."
But in this way, the hatred that Wenxuan had just ignited in his heart had nowhere to go. He couldn't help sighing again, "But he didn't even give me a chance to take revenge."
"This shows that she doesn't want you to spend time on things like revenge." Jian Yi also got up, stood beside Wenxuan, and looked at the town with Wenxuan, "Senior brother, your mother must hope you I can live more freely and happily.”
Hearing this sentence, and thinking of the figure in the fantasy world who has always protected him, Wen Xuan felt like a warm flow in his heart. He raised his hand and patted Jian Jian twice, "Thank you, Junior Brother Jian."
After he finished speaking, Wenxuan took a step forward and walked with him towards the town.
Now that the facts are clear, Wenxuan has only pure guilt for those townspeople. Although he was still overwhelmed, he somehow knew how to face it.
"It's really thanks to you this time." Wenxuan said on the road, "The past you showed me is really important to me. Really, I can't thank you enough."
Jian Yi lowered his head and smiled shyly.
"But you should never do this kind of thing again." Wen Xuan's next sentence was this.
Jian Yi looked over in amazement.
"You were doing this when I broke into your room in the afternoon." Wen Xuan turned his head to meet his gaze, "This has a great impact on your body, right?"
Jian Yi averted his gaze, avoiding this line of sight, "Also... it's okay..."
The three words, the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and in the end he could hardly hear it.
"Don't do this again." Wenxuan was firm and firm and could not refute, "This is only one case, and the next is not an example."
Simple has no choice, so he pouted, "I see."
While talking, the town is already in front of you. At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there was a faint white light on the horizon, and the townspeople who got up early had already started to walk to the fields.
And the Daoist Sun who had been with them before, didn't realize until now that both of them were gone, and was rushing out of the house in a hurry.
Sun Daoren breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to greet him, but he was stunned when he saw the atmosphere between the two.
It was an indescribable atmosphere. The two were just walking side by side, but it made people feel as if something was slowly flowing between them, sticky and sticky, and there was no room for others to intervene.
This strange feeling made Sun Daoren stunned for a moment. Until the two had walked from the road to the front of the house, they took the initiative to greet him.
After Daoren Sun nodded in response, the two finally separated and walked to their own houses. Daoist Sun was a little puzzled, thinking that the strange feeling before was his own illusion, but when he looked back at this time, he saw that the two were looking at each other and smiling, saying goodbye with their eyes.
I don't know how to describe those eyes, but Daoren Sun had goosebumps all over.
Sun Daoren recalled the appearance of Jian Jian's gaffe when Wenxuan disappeared in the snowy mountains before, and he realized with hindsight that it was not the reaction of ordinary junior brothers to senior brothers at all. He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, quickly avoided the two of them, and went straight back to his room.
After Wenxuan returned to the house, he rested for a while, and then went out again.
He went to the old Qian Qian again. It was still very early at this time, but Old Man Qian had already gotten up at such an old age.
"This Taoist priest, what else is there?" He was a little surprised by Wenxuan's visit again, but he was not surprised, his eyes swept over Wenxuan twice, "Could it be that I didn't answer you clearly enough yesterday? ?"
In fact, if you experience it carefully, you can find that although his attitude towards Wenxuan is still polite, his tone is disrespectful, even with a bit of sharp sarcasm.
Wenxuan didn't answer, just stared at the old man quietly for a while.
There was an idea in his mind. Since Ye Shengge had explained something before he left, these townspeople should have been prepared for him to be led on the path of cultivation. So for this cultivator who suddenly came to inquire about the past, the old man in front of him may have already made his own judgment.
Wenxuan did not ask anything to verify this guess. He just stood there quietly for a moment, then bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed.
Old Man Qian was startled, slapped his palm on the chair heavily, and almost jumped up from the chair. But after just a moment, the old man calmed down, sat firmly on the chair again, and took this kneeling firmly without any intention of stopping him.
Like Wenxuan kneeling without saying a word, he just watched without saying a word.
They didn't have any communication until Wenxuan finally left.
After leaving the old man Qian's house, Wen Xuan went to another house next door. This time he didn't knock on the door to disturb him, he just stood on the street, facing the family, also knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Then the next one.
Just like that, Wenxuan walked from the beginning of the town to the end of the town. There are more than 100 families in the town, and most of them don't even know who he is or what he has to do with this town. Many of them don't even know what happened in this town fifty years ago. But Wenxuan walked all the way, every family knelt down, every family worshiped, not even one fell down.
From the early morning to the afternoon, everyone saw such a strange behavior of this Taoist. They pointed and talked about it, almost no one knew what Wenxuan was doing.
But what does it matter, Wen Xuan knows it himself.
After kneeling at the last house, even the body of a cultivator, Wenxuan's knees already had some pain. He exhaled, finally ended all this, and walked slowly to his residence.
Unexpectedly, on the way back, he met the old man Qian again. Old Man Qian stood in the middle of the road with a cane, as if he was walking or waiting for him.
"Does it make sense?" Old Man Qian squeezed the cane tightly. "After doing this, you are satisfied? Are you happy? Are you relieved?"
Wen Xuan nodded and bowed to him, but did not reply.
"Do you think that by doing this, you can pay for your sins?" Old Man Qian slammed his cane on the ground, making a loud noise, "Do you think you can be forgiven by doing this?"
Wen Xuan raised his head and said a word.
He said, "I have no sin."