The dumb aunt continued: "Those two chains, the dumb aunt liked them very much as soon as she saw them, and for the first time she learned what it was like to like them. The dumb aunt really wanted to hide them and not give them to the young master. ”

"The chain is the mother, containing the depraved intent and the depraved aura of the ghost. For the fallen spirits, what contains the breath of depravity is more precious than any treasure. Meng Fanlin spoke softly.

The dumb aunt said: "After the blood domain came back, the dumb aunt's realm stagnated, and she began to feel that it was normal, and slowly found that something was wrong. Now, the practice is like eating for the dumb aunt, no matter how much she eats, she doesn't feel full, and she doesn't feel the same as not eating at all. The dumb aunt thought about it for a long time, and she didn't understand what it was for, until she picked up the two chains, and then she remembered what the young master said: How much water a bucket can hold depends on the shortest board. ”

Meng Fanlin explained: "Everything in the world has two sides, and so is love, if the fallen spirit wants to grow, it must be sucked and abandoned, otherwise as she said and Mr. himself mentioned, the bucket will have a wooden board that is very short, and when the water level reaches there, it can no longer be filled with a single penny." ”

The dumb aunt said: "The chain can make the dumb aunt strong, but it can't be used. Holding it, the dumb aunt felt that her memory was getting fader and fainter, and the surroundings were becoming stranger and stranger, as if she had never seen it before. ”

"Including me?" said Thirteen Lang.

"Hmm. ”

The dumb aunt nodded silently, and said gloomily: "This thing is a scourge, the dumb aunt can't keep it, but"

"But the chain is with me, and you want it, don't you?"

"Yes, the dumb aunt can't help but not want to. ”

"It's her instinct, and no one can blame her. ”

Meng Fanlin said seriously: "Falling into spirituality is the opposite, against the way of heaven, but it doesn't mean that you can give up clean from the beginning. Mr.'s her, most of her true feelings have been abandoned. The only word 'loyalty' can't get rid of, and she deliberately learns and imitates it herself, so it looks more normal. However, problems also arise, if she continues like this, not only will she not be able to make any progress in her cultivation, but she will also suffer a repercussion of depravity. Its cruelty is unimaginable in the world. If she was allowed to practice according to the path of the fallen spirit, one day, she would need to erase this word of loyalty with her own hands in order to achieve herself. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Meaning, kill me?"

Meng Fanlin replied affirmatively: "That's it." ”

"Fuck you!" "Big Gray didn't know when he came over and yelled.

"Want to die, old dog?"

"Presumptuous!"

Jusan Lang was not angry. After drinking, he turned around, sincerely apologized to Meng Fanlin, and sincerely asked: "What should I do?"

Meng Fanlin pointed at the dumb aunt and replied without hesitation: "Kill her." ”

The "old dog" Big Gray wants to scold again.

"No way. ”

Calmly and resolutely rejecting Meng Fanlin's proposal, Thirteen Lang had decided to accept the facts in his heart and asked, "Is there a way to do both?"

Meng Fanlin shook his head.

Shisanlang laughed, his smile was cold and stubborn, and said, "I believe it." There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved. ”

Meng Fanlin said helplessly: "This is not a problem at all. ”

Thirteen Lang was silent.

There is no problem that cannot be solved, and it sounds powerful. It's very powerful, but is it a problem for tigers to eat sheep? Is it a problem for the sun to turn into snow? Who has ever thought of a way to come up and solve these problems that are not a problem? Meng Fanlin's meaning is very simple, dumb aunts are never a problem, they are a fact.

"Absolutely not both, if the gentleman can't bear it. Maybe we can be flexible. ”

"Flexible?"

"Well, be flexible. ”

Thirteen Lang groaned, and Meng Fanlin said with some hesitation: "For example, let her leave." ”

It's obviously a kind word, and what it really wants to convey is: lock up. Then again. Even if she really let the dumb aunt leave, where could she go?

Although the world is large, it is very small for some people, and the dumb aunt is an extremely resentful spirit, once she leaves Thirteen Lang, how can she have a place to stay?

Not only is this difficult, but don't forget that there is another key: the contract of life and death!

The matter is already very clear, if the dumb aunt does not cultivate the fallen spirit, her cultivation will stagnate sooner or later, and she will die sooner or later, and even the Thirteen Lang family will die. Cultivating the fallen spirit, the dumb aunt will slowly lose her memory, until the most rebellious will eat Thirteen Lang, no matter who dies, they will all die together. If the dumb aunt is killed, the Thirteen Lang family will die; if the dumb aunt does not die, sooner or later there will be a day when the cultivation will be fruitful, and then not only the Thirteen Lang family, but the entire world will be lost.

No solution.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, this wraith, alas"

Meng Fanlin didn't know that the matter was so serious, and said with emotion: "If it weren't for Mr.'s words, she might have killed herself." ”

Hearing this, the dumb girl's expression became more and more gloomy, and her head hung lower than just now.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she can't.

"You damn it, old bastard. Big Ash kept saying this to Meng Fanlin with his eyes, but he hated not to sew his mouth shut.

"I don't believe it. Although she has aged a lot, although she is weak, her temper has not changed much, and she is extremely angry after understanding the meaning, and she is particularly unpleasant to look at Lao Meng and even Thirteen Lang.

"You won't believe it, will you? What a fallen spirit, this girl has never heard of at all. ”

"There's a lot more you haven't heard. ”

Thirteen Lang's expression was cold, and he turned around and said, "Explain the words, Meng Lao deliberately told me this, for what?"

Meng Fanlin laughed, spread his hands and asked, "Sir, can you be swayed by others?"

Thirteen Lang was speechless.

After all, it depends on Shisanlang himself how to do it, and Meng Fanlin can't control it. Because others tell the truth, they think that they have ill intentions, not the way of the thirteen langs, and let go of their thoughts, if things are really as they say, even if they have bad intentions, they should be understood.

Generally speaking, no matter what Thirteen Lang did, Meng Fanlin's words had already planted a thorn, and sooner or later it would erupt.

"Let's leave it there for now, and talk about something else. ”

Unable to think of a way, Thirteen Lang didn't think much about it anymore and said, "If you say this, what will happen to the four demons? Will they become fallen spirits?"

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "Fallen spirits are not something that anyone can do if they want to, and it is impossible to achieve it unless they are born. The four demons swallowed the breath of the fallen spirit, and they may have strange tempers in the future. It may be unpredictable to kill, and it may be possible to backfire on Mr. Murder, but after all, it belongs to the category of 'evil', which is completely different from depravity. ”

Evil is evil, not depraved. For example, most people kill people for personal purposes, for revenge, for love, for money, and for other things. It's not like the fallen spirits, so that the world can sink and turn all right and wrong upside down. This is the difference in the roots, as Meng Fanlin said, the roots are determined by birth, and it is impossible to generate them the day after tomorrow.

"That's good. ”

The mood that had been suppressed because of the dumb aunt was relieved, and Thirteen Lang said: "When does Elder Meng think they will be able to wake up?"

Meng Fanlin replied: "I don't know. Are you thinking about war?"

The previous battle was vivid, no matter whether Meng Fanlin knew anything about the ghost in advance and how much he knew. With his eyes, he can see many problems. Hearing the song and knowing it, he said: "If it is purely for the battle, the old man feels that the effect of this resentful spirit is greater than that of the Four Demon Venerables. ”

When this sentence was spoken, Thirteen Lang's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly remembered a past incident.

Last time in the autumn hunt, Thirteen Lang was trapped in a dream Tianluo, and was read by Meerkat Luo to read all his memories. The reason why he was able to wake up was not because of his cultivation or supernatural powers. Rather, it was the words he carved on the cliff.

Joy, happiness, sorrow, thought, sadness, fear, and shock, if it weren't for the resentment back then, no matter how the word could not be carved, Thirteen Lang would really sink and become another Lin ancestor, or someone else. Reflecting on it, I am afraid that the mongoose has long been degenerate, because it cannot be cultivated the day after tomorrow. It was only then that these ghosts were created to create fallen spirits.

What is created is certainly not as perfect as it is inherently made, and there is no doubt that fallen spirits are abominable or damned. In other words, Hugh said that the ghosts were only half-finished. Even if it can be fused completely, its essence is one level lower than that of the dumb aunt, and the difference is like a moat.

It's dark under the lights.

There are four demon venerables, and Thirteen Lang unconsciously ignores the dumb aunt, in other words, how could he think of fighting with a kitchen knife when he obviously has a peerless divine weapon. Now that the four demons are sleeping, and with Lao Meng's words, Thirteen Lang realized that he had entered a misunderstanding, forgetting that the kitchen knife that had been with him was a true magic soldier, and it was vacant for half a year.

"Lure the enemy, ambush, pincer"

"Show weakness, peep at the void, and block"

Smart people are so treacherous, and with a simple two-sentence answer, more than a dozen killing methods have flashed in their minds. Meng Fanlin stretched out his hand and pulled the monk named Zang beside him, and said, "To deal with the ghosts, both of us have modest strength. ”

He didn't have many words, hugged his fists slightly, and said: "If you can recover your strength, the kind of fallen spirit before can be killed with two arrows." ”

Very strong, or counter-resistant.

Thirteen Lang made a judgment in his heart and said: "At that time, we will have to work for two people, and we will stay here for a while now, and the two of them will recuperate well with the clansmen and regain their strength as soon as possible." ”

This is the right way, and it is also the most important plan, and the two have nothing to excuse and leave separately. Before leaving, Meng Fan Lindong looked up carefully, and finally couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and pulled Thirteen Lang to ask.

"Excuse me, sir, what are the two of them doing?"

"They Meng Lao actually don't know what to do?" Thirteen Lang was a little surprised.

"Old decay should know the Dao?" Meng Fanlin was even more surprised than him, and shook his head again and again.

"Hehe, I just think it's weird, Bai Xiaosheng also doesn't know the way. ”

Thirteen Lang held the two chains in his hands, contrasting, burning, winding, thundering, and shaking loudly, seemingly focused, but in fact a little distracted.

The iron chain was made of something, and even though Thirteen Lang tried his best, he still didn't move. Meng Fanlin looked at his actions and reminded him kindly: "Fallen spirits can be killed, but depraved intentions cannot be removed." Even if the gentleman can refine it into ashes, the depravity in it will remain,"

"yes, it's useless. Thirteen Lang sighed silently, and suddenly said, "Meng Lao thinks, is it possible that I have fallen into the spirit?"

Meng Fanlin didn't know what to say at all.

"Just kidding, don't mind Meng Lao. ”

Thirteen Lang suddenly picked up the topic just now, and pointed to the two monks who were casting spells on the high platform, with a playful expression.

"They're dancing gods. ”

(To be continued......)