He Has To Be Human, Right? ! - Chapter 95

The atmosphere in the room froze abruptly, Daoist Xue’s smile was slightly restrained, and his gaze fell on Ye Ying’s face with all his eyes.

Maybe it’s because of Taoism, even in his old age, his eyes are still bright and not cloudy like ordinary old people.

Ye Ying raised her chin slightly, and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Daoist Xue sighed and looked away.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: “… also.”

Although the young woman in front of her is a human being, she is mixed with the Xian family.

With the uncle’s temperament, he definitely didn’t intend to let them go.

Those who can fight against his uncle, but have not been beheaded… are definitely not so easy to fool.

He sighed, and even his posture showed a trace of slump: “That’s right, the second half… was added by Pindao.”

When he practiced calligraphy when he was a child, he always used Yuan Zhen’s copybooks, so he learned handwriting by ten percent.

“But the content is absolutely reliable. It was written by Pindao after searching through the classics and learning from other fellow Taoists and fellow disciples.”

He smiled wryly: “It’s just that at that time, the uncle was already in a daze. He was so absorbed in his own ideas that he didn’t even think about adopting them.”

He found out too late, when he realized that Yuan Zhen had such a big plan, it was too late.

There is no time to accumulate such a powerful mana seal, or enter the cave.

Yuan Zhen is right, human beings have far too little magic power compared to immortals who have a long lifespan and thousands of years of cultivation.

Daoist Xue raised his eyes to look at Ye Ying, before she could ask, he admitted to himself: “Yes, it’s a lie that I don’t know what Master Uncle has been up to all these years.”

Ye Ying pouted.

She said how could such a good thing come about, such a precious thing was obtained by mistake, and even thought out the method of implementation.

Daoist Xue raised his head, looked through the gate, looked at the green front of the court, and said in a deep tone, “Uncle Shi… is not a bad person.”

Ye Ying supported her head, listening to him boredly.

That’s right, Yuan Zhen is not a bad person, we are.

Can’t kill people, I’m sorry.

Xue Daochang looked at the expressions of the three people, and the smiles became more bitter.

“Back then, my uncle was just a fledgling, and he went down the mountain in high spirits.”

Nearly a hundred years ago, it happened in troubled times. At this time, many evil spirits will wait for the opportunity to come out and take advantage of the chaos to do evil. At that time, Yuan Zhen was still a hot-blooded stunned young man, who went around eliminating evil spirits and saving people.

He saw more evildoers and evil spirits, and saw more people being harassed and died tragically. Gradually, his thinking became more and more extreme.

Until one time when he went south to do errands, he met a python blocking the way begging to keep his mouth shut. In line with the idea that it is not easy to practice, I turned it into a form, and gave it a warning, so that it can do good and accumulate virtue from now on.

Immortal Python repeatedly agreed.

Two months later, Yuan Zhen came back from work and passed by the village at the foot of the mountain. It can be seen that the faces of all the villagers are stiff and their bodies smell bad.

He became suspicious and followed the villagers in the middle of the night, only to find that they were gathered in front of a woman with a strange appearance.

When those villagers fell to the ground and got a small python out of their mouths, Yuan Zhen realized that they had become containers for hatching pythons!

Their brains have been sucked clean by the egg-laying pythons, and their flesh and blood have become the nourishment for the hatchlings. Yuan Zhen was so furious that he chopped down the evil python with the technique of attracting lightning.

The postpartum and weak Python Immortal fell on the ground dying, and begged him to take care of the fate of the enthronement and let her live.

Yuan Zhen’s answer was of course that a purple thunder smashed her skull.

From then on, when Yuan Zhen met a demon, he would kill it. Don’t ask the reason, don’t talk about affection, for a while, become a character that the immortals can’t avoid.

It wasn’t until later, after he was expelled from the division, that he fell silent. After many years, the morals of the world gradually stabilized. When Daoist Xue returned to his hometown to repair the Taoist temple, he appeared outside the door.

At that time, the gloomy and paranoid old man was completely out of touch with the heroic young man. Daoist Xue took him in despite his early love.

It’s just that I didn’t expect…his “chivalry” has not been interrupted.

When he realized it was too late, Daoist Xue watched him and Lin Wangshuo, master and apprentice, walk into the abyss from which they could not turn back.

“Pindao knows… his hands have been stained with a lot of blood over the years.”

After Daoist Xue finished speaking, he no longer had the loose-shaped crane bone before, and he seemed to be twenty years older: “He’s just…too stubborn.”

“This can’t be described by mere stubbornness.” Ye Ying commented ruthlessly.

She admitted that Yuan Zhen had his own “justice” in his heart. He is hateful and pathetic.

It’s just that his sadness can’t cover up his hatefulness, just as his hatefulness can’t cover up his sadness.

Daoist Xue raised his eyes and looked at her: “So Pindao is doing his best to save her.”

His eyes fell on the notebook: “This is Pindao’s atonement. You can find other fellow Taoists to test the contents and spells in it.”

Hui San, who had been silent all this time, spoke now.

His tone was calm, and what he asked was an irrelevant matter: “Really, you are not wearing the fairy cave clothes.”

Ye Ying froze for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and then at Daoist Xue.

Daoist Xue’s expression froze for a moment, then he smiled.

“Unexpectedly, Daxian still has research on Taoist robes.”

A young man with a cropped head and a brightly colored floral shirt looked to be in his early twenties. His posture is very casual, but his eyes are deep, quietly staring at Daoist Xue: “If I’m not mistaken, there should be Jibu behind it, which is ‘repentance’.”

Ye Ying frowned, although she couldn’t figure it out, she knew that Hui San would not chat aimlessly. Sure enough, he said: “Repentance clothes are mostly worn in the chanting, ritual confession, and death ashram…”

“… Taoist priest, are you trying to save yourself from death, or to repent of your bad karma?”

Ye Ying was suspicious when he heard him playing the game, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

Her eyes widened and she stared at Daoist Xue closely.

A gust of wind passed through the front of the hall, gently brushing Daoist Xue’s white eyebrows and long beard, making him look more immortal and transcendent.

After a while, he smiled lightly.

“Poverty is for repentance.” He said calmly, “Repentance for killing karma.”

“You killed Yuan Zhen?”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ying asked: “Since he has made a plan to completely suppress Pi, it is impossible that he has not considered the possible accidents when he seals Pi, and it is impossible that he has no life-saving tricks.”

Ye Ying frowned, and looked at Daoist Xue in disbelief: “Why?”

You really have something in this sect, my good fellows, none of the three of you is life-threatening.

If your Taoist temples go out to build a group, it’s like a group of second-class people walking.

“Pindao just replaced one of the uncle’s life-saving charms… with a blank yellow paper.”

Daoist Xue’s smile became more and more tired and old: “Poverty Daoist can’t look at him anymore…it’s wrong.”

What my uncle uses to practice “justice” is a living human life.

Since he can’t stop his uncle’s “justice”…

That’s the only way to stop him.

“What is this picture…”

Hui San frowned and said, “You haven’t carried any other bad karma on your body, have you? You’ve been helping the world and saving people all your life, and at this age, you won’t be able to protect yourself at the end of the day. For a villain like Yuan Zhen, you have to carry this kind of…”

“Uncle Master has his justice.”

Xue Daochang cut off his words in a flat tone, and raised a pair of indifferent and quiet eyes.

“And poor people… also have the justice of poor people.”

Ye Ying didn’t recover until she came out of the Taoist temple and the heavy door closed behind her.

After a long while, she raised her head and looked at the two little friends in surprise: “Good guy, did we go to the Justice League just now?”

“I’m the Marvel Party.” Zuo Huai interrupted randomly.

Hui San rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the mist in the mountains.

Ye Ying was also silent.

She didn’t know what to say, and it was difficult to distinguish the feelings in her heart. Finally, she lowered her head and kicked away a small stone: “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

Ye Ying sighed, and then muttered after a while: “When this matter is resolved, I have to report to Yan Feng.”

“Do you want someone to check this content?”

Hui San glanced at the schoolbag she was carrying—the notes written by Yuan Zhen and Daoist Xue were inside.

Ye Ying sighed: “That has to be done as soon as possible. But…”

She glanced back at the silent gate of the Taoist temple, and muttered to herself: “I don’t think he… is lying.”

After all, for the justice in his heart, Daoist Xue finally gave up his whole life of hard practice and killed his relatives righteously.

No one can judge another’s “justice”, but when it comes at the cost of overflowing blood, no one can sit idly by.

In the end, it’s just that everyone makes their own choices.

After returning from Lin Wangshuo’s hometown, it was on the agenda to go out again.

“I have received news that the mountain **** will destroy the demon seven days later.”

Qiao Er was playing with his mobile phone, throwing out the news without looking up.

Ye Ying was sharpening the shovel, and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she heard this: “You salty fish who can’t even enter the fairy temple, you are quite well informed. Who told you?”

Qiao Er has long been immune to her occasional harsh speech, and raised his mobile phone when he heard the words: “No.”

Ye Ying squinted at the phone screen, and there was a row of small words on the top of the interface: love each other and love each other (423).

Ye Ying: “…”

It is the WeChat group that keeps pace with the times? !

Qiao Er came over excitedly: “Actually, I am very popular. Ms. Ye, how about I recruit more people for you?”

“no.”

Ye Ying said ruthlessly: “Fish look for fish and shrimp, and most of your friends are also good-for-nothings.”

Joe Two: “…”

Is it because a woman is a flower, so she must exhale fragrance?

He curled his lips and saw that Ye Ying was holding a shovel, squinting his eyes to see its sharpness towards the sun, and leaned over after repeated defeats: “Miss Ye, do you want me to forge it for you?”

Ye Ying looked at him strangely.

Speaking of which, when we met for the first time, this guy showed a lot of interest in her Fang Tian painting shovel: “Is there anything unusual about my shovel?”

Just as Qiao Er opened his mouth excitedly, Ye Ying changed his mind again. She raised her hand: “Stop—you better stop talking about it, I’m afraid it’s very expensive, and I won’t be willing to use it after I know it.”

Qiao Er didn’t utter a word, almost choked to death, so he had to chew a few mouthfuls of air, and shut his mouth angrily.

After thinking about it, he still didn’t give up: “Then I can modify it for you, it’s so inconvenient to carry.”

Before the words fell, a cold light flashed!

Qiao Er’s eyes were wide open, and he saw the shovel resting on the tip of his nose so close, he broke out in a cold sweat.

“That’s it, I use it the most conveniently.”

Ye Ying held up the shovel with one hand, closed one eye, and smiled.

“In three days, go up the mountain!”