"Do you think that Junior Sister is naive and romantic, curious about everything, and always smiling?" Song Yin asked.
No, you're the only one who thinks so.
The three of them twitched their lips.
Naive and romantic
What does this have to do with innocence and romance
From the past to the present, the bell in her memory has not changed. She would always cast a curse on anyone she disliked and control that person through the doll. When she first joined the sect, some disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect, who even they despised, were killed by her curse because they were attracted by her soft body.
Rather than being naive, it's more like being reckless.
Seeing that they were deep in thought, Song Yin said, "Grudge is too complicated. There is resentment in spirits, and there is resentment in non-spirits."
"The rocks and trees in the mountains have been mined, and there is resentment."
"Livestock and animals are slaughtered, and there is resentment."
"Even rain, snow, wind and frost have complaints, and humans, who are the most emotional beings, have even greater complaints."
"There are grievances in the struggle of wills, and there are grievances in the heart of unwillingness. Even Qi cultivators have their own grievances. You who are weak have grievances, thinking that you are not strong enough. The strong also have grievances, thinking that they can be stronger. As long as you are human, you can't escape the fluctuations of emotions."
"But we can't feel this kind of resentment. Maybe some people can feel it, but it can't affect them."
"But Lingling is different. She can feel it and subconsciously absorbs the resentment. The mixed resentment destroyed her emotions from the beginning. Her words and actions are actually out of control."
"She is different from you. She has no inner demon. Or rather, her existence itself is already an inner demon."
"You think Lingdang is crazy and unreasonable, but that's because she is unreasonable. Her resentment is destroying her and affecting her all the time. Even if there was no lake monster last time, she would not have lived for long."
"Her feelings are not real."
As he spoke, a trace of sadness appeared in Song Yin's eyes. "Now, I can't save Junior Sister. I can only temporarily hold back the invasion of this resentment."
"I haven't explained it to you clearly because I don't want you to look at Lingling differently. She is a complete person. What she needs is not pity, but equality. You only have one magic weapon, but the little sister has two. It's not that I am biased as a senior brother, but there are some things that cannot be equal."
Song Yin knew that he would not agree to all of Lingling's requests, but he would indeed give more preferential treatment to his junior sister.
With just a glance from his Dharma eyes, he knew what the bell was. Rather than saying it was a person, it would be more accurate to say it was a human-shaped aggregation of resentment. Only the physical body could be considered a human.
But even so, Lingling still maintained her original righteous intention of wanting to help others, which made Song Yin admire her very much.
In particular, the use of Dao Fire prevented the bell from absorbing external resentment as much as possible, and then a lot of it was removed when it entered the alchemy furnace, allowing the bell to remain somewhat normal.
But that is normal, and it is actually false.
In Song Yin's eyes, Lingling's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all fake.
Her heart had long been replaced by resentment.
As a sixth-level being who can create various minor magical powers and has the potential to become a great immortal, Song Yin is also helpless about this.
Just like the master, perhaps one has to become a terrestrial immortal, or perhaps one has to obtain the supreme golden elixir, to solve this problem.
"So, do you understand now? Don't blame me for being unfair. I have an idea about some things, but they cannot be equal. But I can guarantee fairness." Song Yin said.
"Brother is right."
The three of them bowed.
"Go down, take a rest, and when you are ready, we will continue on our journey."
Song Yin waved his hand and said, "Within half a year, the evil ways of the Xumi Meridian must be eradicated."
"Yes," several people responded, then automatically stepped away and went down the mountain.
Song Yin watched them leave, shook his head and smiled, then turned and walked into the main hall. He looked at the golden light sitting on the cushion with his eyes slightly closed, looking like an immortal, and said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, the Golden Immortal Sect will flourish in my hands."
Since his death, the burden of the Golden Immortal Sect has been on him.
It is not easy to be the leader. It is not just about giving orders and waiting for your subordinates to carry out their tasks.
The master can do this because he himself is too busy to take care of himself.
Even though the master was extremely kind to him, to be honest, Song Yin felt that the master was not qualified to be the head of the sect.
As the head of the sect, he has to pay attention to the state of mind of his disciples, their cultivation, whether their words and deeds bring shame to the righteous path, the living conditions of the mortals living down the mountain, and how to carry forward the righteous path.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be exhausted, but not Song Yin. He can hold on.
Song Yin knelt on the ground, bowed to the golden light, and entered the alchemy room.
“So that’s what the bell looks like.”
On the mountain path, Wang Qizhen sighed, "I thought she was just not very smart."
They only knew that Lingling had health problems and was ridiculously strong. She had suppressed them in the past, but now they realized that if she couldn't even control herself, what was the use of being strong
Zhang Feixuan also sighed silently.
They are all poor people.
If we compare how miserable they are, each one is more miserable than the other.
Maybe I should treat Lingling like a senior brother.
"Hehe, I found you!"
Suddenly, a clear sound was heard in the mountain path, accompanied by the crisp ringing of bells, which popped out from their side.
"Junior sister"
Zhang Feixuan glanced over and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lingdang pouted and said, "People down here are so boring. Farming is not fun. I want to go up and play with my senior brother."
Then, she lowered her head again and said, "But the eldest brother is very busy, and I am afraid to disturb him. Otherwise, you can play with me!"
She rolled her eyes and said with a grin, "Let's play hide-and-seek, just like before. You guys act like ghosts and come catch me, okay?"
"I just beat up a ghost, why would I treat it as a ghost?"
Wang Qizheng waved his hand, "Junior sister, are we going to wipe out the evil sect tomorrow? The journey is long, so you should rest well. Have you eaten? How about I show you my skills and we can have a small meal?"
"No, I want to play and you guys be ghosts." Lingling pouted her little mouth.
"You must be joking. I, the second senior brother of the Golden Immortal Sect, will play hide-and-seek with you? I want to do something big!"
Zhang Fei waved his fan, fearless.
He used to be afraid of Bell because Bell was too strong and crazy. But since they reached level six, his perception of Bell’s power has weakened. After hearing what his senior brother said this time, his fear was even less.
Just treat him as an ordinary child, there's nothing to be afraid of!
"Um?"
The bell-eyed boy looked black, "I want to play."
As she spoke, the rag doll tied around her waist flew up.
Seeing this, Gao Sishu was about to merge his body into the ground.
"Play with me!"
Lingling glared at them, and immediately the three rag dolls glowed black. The three men froze there, and even Gao Sishu, who had already sensed something, was not spared.
"Lingdang, what are you going to do!" Zhang Feixuan's forehead broke out in sweat.
"You guys come be the ghosts!"
Three rag dolls flew directly above their heads. Lingling giggled and ran directly into the jungle beside the mountain path.
"Come and catch me!"
Following her words, the three of them moved forward involuntarily. No matter how hard they tried to mobilize their magic power, they could not break the control of the cursed doll.
They could only watch their bodies running around in a disorderly manner. They were not even chasing the bells in a specific direction, but were really playing hide-and-seek, searching randomly.
My body is no longer my own.
sorry.
Zhang Feixuan felt that he was wrong.
Powerful and really useful.
I owe you one more update. Sorry, I have something to do today.
Fish head kneels down.
I have also read this chapter, and it does touch upon the daily life of the sect.
End the Sumeru Meridian as quickly as possible and go back to the human world.