Chapter 25 Chapter 51: Killing Intent

The dilapidated wooden door made a low "squeak" sound in the rain, and slowly opened. Wang Zongjing walked in, and what appeared in front of him was a somewhat messy small yard, and some chopped firewood fell messily on the ground.Mud was splashed in the wind and rain. In the corner of the yard, there was a small circle of fence tied up with bamboo slices. It looked like a chicken coop where poultry was kept in usual times, but at this time, there was no chicken in sight, and it was empty.On the other side of the yard is an earthen wall. After being wet by the rain, the original yellow-brown area gradually turned into a deep and dirty dark brown. There are a lot of firewood piled up beside the wall, as well as hatchets thrown on the ground at random. Ma God, it should be the place where old man Sun cut firewood and put it there on weekdays. Wang Zongjing glanced there and was suddenly startled. There were two bundles of firewood placed in the corner of the wall. The appearance of chopping firewood on weekdays is completely different, it seems to be the load of firewood that I helped Old Man Sun chop a month ago. "Boom!" Suddenly, above the sky, deep in the black clouds, there was a sound of thunder, and the thunder rumbled, slowly surging like undulating waves.The rain is getting heavier!Wang Zongjing stood in the small courtyard, his whole body was already drenched by the rain. At this moment, the courtyard was so quiet. His face gradually turned cold, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He looked around, He suddenly walked quickly to the dilapidated hut at the end of the courtyard.The door was ajar, and because of the thatched eaves, the door panel with several holes was half wet by the increasing rain. Wang Zongjing walked to the door, pushed the door open, and with a "snap", the wooden door It flicked in, revealing a room that seemed to have been dusty for a long time.Still, no one.In the small house, like the vast majority of poor people's homes, it is crowded and a little messy, with a stove built in the corner, and the dirty black ash has smoked the earthen wall next to it to black, broken wooden tables, and short-legged ones. The wooden stools fell to the ground in a mess at this moment, and the only few pots and bowls were smashed and scattered on the ground by someone who didn't know, and the rest were bloodstained.The bloodstains that penetrated deeply into the ground, walls, and wood have long since dried up and there is no blood left, only the shocking large bloodstains are left, splashing all over the room. Wang Zongjing walked slowly, his body trembling involuntarily, the thatch above his head The roof has leaked in many places, dripping on the ground, and the cold wind blowing from the rain outside the door blows away the stuffy air here, but for some reason, Wang Zongjing only feels that being here, he has been surrounded by the invisible air. Surrounded by bloody air, it seemed that he could no longer breathe.How much blood can be shed by a single person, at this moment, his eyes are full of those bloodstains, under his feet, around him, on the stove, on the earthen wall, and even on the fragments of tables, chairs, pots and bowls scattered all over the floor. It can be seen that the blood that has dried up and turned dark brown. "Boom!" Outside the house, there was another thunderbolt on the sky, which was deafening to the ears, causing Wang Zongjing's body to tremble suddenly, and the hare and pheasant in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap". "Uncle Sun..." His voice suddenly became hoarse for some reason.Turning around and walking outside the door of the hut, he looked up at the sky in a daze. The dark clouds covered the sky like a night. "Huh? Who are you? Why are you at Old Man Sun's house?" Suddenly, a surprised question came from the door, and Wang Zongjing was startled. Looking back, he saw a stout woman in half-worn clothes , looking in his forties, with an ordinary appearance and surprised look, holding a black tarpaulin umbrella, as if passing by and seeing this scene, he couldn't help asking him for a moment of astonishment.

Wang Zongjing only felt his heart tense, and suddenly rushed over quickly, facing the rain, he stepped to the gate of the small courtyard in a few steps. The rush of the approach even startled the woman, and she couldn't help but take a step back. , covered his heart and said in surprise: "What are you going to do?" Wang Zongjing didn't care about so much. At this moment, his heart was full of panic and anxiety, and his face was extremely ugly. He didn't care about the wind and rain, even if the rain was wet His whole body turned into water flowing down his face. He just took a deep breath and said, "Ma'am, please tell me, what happened at Uncle Sun's house?" The woman looked at him twice. I was convinced that Wang Zongjing had no malicious intentions, so I was relieved, but when he heard that he was asking about old man Sun's family affairs, his face changed slightly, but he asked him back: "Who are you, you and old man Sun are relatives Is it?" Wang Zongjing was anxious, he stretched out his hand to wipe the water on his face, and said, "Ma'am, I am a distant nephew of Uncle Sun, I came to see him specially today, but who would have seen this picture when I got home, he— — What’s the matter?” The suspicious look on the woman’s face flashed across, and she gave Wang Zongjing a lot of attention. She obviously didn’t believe Wang Zongjing’s words, but for some reason, her gaze swept across the room behind Wang Zongjing. In the messy courtyard and dilapidated hut, his expression darkened, he lowered his head, then sighed, and said, "He's dead."

"Boom..." The sound of thunder was like a tide, as if this heavy rain had finally entered a majestic state. It kept ringing among the dark clouds in the sky, and the torrential rain came crashing down. , Even the outline of the distant mountains can no longer be seen clearly, only the endless cold rain is left. Wang Zongjing's face turned pale, and after waiting for a long time, he whispered: "How did you die?" The woman looked at the sky, and seemed a little scared, but Wang Zongjing just stood there in the wind and rain, with a dull expression on her face, The dense rain hit her body, she looked a little sad, but she couldn't bear it in her heart, hesitated for a while, and finally, in this wind and rain, she gently said the reasons of the past, bringing the scene to a little bit The tragic past was revealed in front of Wang Zongjing.

Old man Sun is an honest man who cuts firewood for a living and has a good temper. After his wife passed away, his only son, Xiao Sun, went to Heyang City to seek a living. For these years, he lived alone in the dilapidated house of Sun Family Village. Although he was a bit lonely, he often listened to him on weekdays. Speaking of his son, although he is not a master, it is said that he works as a clerk in a shop in Heyang City, but the young Sun is diligent and clever, and has earned a bit of money, and even married a wife. Mentioning this, everyone laughed from ear to ear, full of hope, and hoped that his son would come to pick him up and go to the city to live a good life.As God wished, this day actually came. About a month ago, Xiao Sun, who left the village very early, came back happily, accompanied by his beautiful daughter-in-law, who planned to live in the village for two days , tidy up, and take Old Man Sun to enjoy the blessings in Heyang City.Those two days were really the happiest days in Old Man Sun's life. He walked in the village all day with a smile on his face, and the villagers were also happy for him. Whenever he talked about his son and praised his wife, Old man Sun's hearty laughter was heard even by the whole village.However, on the second day after Xiaosun came back, when the whole family was about to pack their luggage and go on the road, perhaps due to the wrongdoing of the previous life, Xiaosun and his daughter-in-law walked through the village and met Sun Jishan, the village chief of Sunjiazhuang.At a glance, Sun Jishan was attracted by the pretty young lady of the Sun family, and his lust was greatly aroused. After asking others, he found out the background of the Sun family easily, and took a group of servants there that afternoon. The old man Sun's family was so arrogant that he wanted to buy the young grandson's daughter-in-law for fifty taels of silver to be his sixth concubine.How could old man Sun agree to Axe? The servants of the Sun family rushed forward, and the Sun family's father and son resisted desperately, but they were not opponents at all. Seeing that his daughter-in-law was about to be snatched away, Xiao Sun, in a rage, grabbed a hatchet and slashed at Sun Jishan, hitting the bully on the shoulder, almost killing Sun Jishan His left arm was cut off, Sun Jishan was furious, he had no scruples anymore, he ordered his servants to beat him, and finally beat the old man Sun and his son to death in the small courtyard of this dilapidated house.On that day, screams and screams resounded throughout the entire Sun Family Manor. In the house in the courtyard, blood splattered everywhere, which was horrible.The bloodstains, even in this overwhelming rain, still seem to be unable to wash away.Wang Zongjing's face was completely drained of color. Following the woman's words, he slowly turned around and looked at the desolate and lonely courtyard, and the sight that had penetrated deeply into his eyes. The bloodstains in his eyes made his whole body tremble slightly, and even the blood around him seemed to be boiling at this moment, rushing to the top of his head one after another.Boom!The thunder in the sky seemed to hit the top of his head.The woman talked for a long time, she seemed a little tired, her face was a bit resentful, but more helpless and deep sympathy.After a pause, she said softly again: "Actually, the most pitiful one is the daughter-in-law of the Sun family. That day after Sun Jishan beat old man Sun and his son to death, he snatched her back and insulted her in every possible way. In the end, that little lady Sun was also an asshole." He had a strong temper, and after three days, he found a chance and hanged himself from the beam." Wang Zongjing's body was shaken violently again, and in the midst of the wind and rain, the woman behind him hadn't finished speaking, so he continued: "Mr. After the wife died, Sun Jishan was the one who killed her, so he threw the body to the mountain outside the village, and deliberately kept it far away from the place where the old man Sun and his son were buried, saying that they would not let them share the same cave. I really couldn't see it, so I secretly ran to collect Miss Sun's body, and wanted to bury it next to the tomb of Old Man Sun and his son. But when I collected her body, I found that Miss Sun was pregnant for three months , God who is dying, but she is so pitiful that she has two dead bodies..."

"Flop!" A muffled snort startled the woman, and when she looked up, she saw the young man standing in the courtyard like a dazed man, whose body was shaking violently as if a string had suddenly snapped. , the blood was rushing up, and a big mouthful of blood was spurted out. In the wind and rain, it swayed away, and fell in the small courtyard that was already full of bloodstains, and was quickly covered by the rain all over the sky.The woman was taken aback, but saw Wang Zongjing's face was ferocious, the muscles on his face were distorted, almost not human-like, and she was afraid in her heart, she didn't dare to stay any longer, she turned her head and left, and left here in a blink of an eye.The wind and rain are blowing, the thunder is bursting, and the world is full of chills.The rain fell like a knife, endlessly falling on Wang Zongjing's body. He stood slumped in this lonely and dirty small courtyard, as if his body could no longer support himself, he slowly knelt down, holding the ground with his hands, and in his mind There were countless voices roaring and roaring at the same time, telling him the tragic scenes in the yard and house. However, everything seemed to disappear, and the sound of wind and rain, lightning and thunder suddenly became a little far away. The rain drenched his vision and blurred everything in this world. In a trance, he remembered Xiao Yicai's words so clearly that day: Have you ever killed anyone?

No. Dare to kill? ... I want you to go to that village and kill someone for me... I don't kill! why don't you kill him why don't you kill him why don't you kill him Why why why why didn't you kill him... "Boom!" A shocking thunder suddenly exploded on the top of the sky, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.Strong wind, torrential rain.Sweeping across the boundless world, thousands of households shut their doors, the stern wind rolled up endless cold rain, washing this dirty land, rumbling thunder, and lightning frantically tearing apart the dark sky.In the twilight, under the dark curtain, Wang Zongjing walked slowly in the wind and rain.Take a step, step into the puddles on the road, take a step, step into the wind and rain.There was no dry place on his whole body, and the rain was like a tide, as if countless cold blades hit him endlessly.He stared, gritted his teeth, with a pale and bloodless face, clenched his clenched fists, and walked, step by step, towards the largest house in the village. In the vast world, it seemed that he was the only son left at this moment. Full of murderous rage and full of regret, he walked step by step.The closed door was tall and spacious, with white stone steps, and there were mighty stone lions on both sides, with a touch of arrogance, blocking the endless wind and rain, and blocking his way.

He walked to the gate step by step, raised his bloodshot eyes, raised his foot suddenly, and stepped heavily on the gate. "Bang!" The solid door trembled violently and made a loud noise. "Get out, I'll kill you, I'm going to kill you bastards..." There was a desperate and crazy roar, like a raging monster in the ancient deep forest roaring, every muscle in Wang Zongjing's body seemed to be They were all rattling, staring fixedly at the door, listening to the commotion behind the door, and the sound of cursing came from a distance, as if they hadn't figured out the situation yet. "Open the door..." He made a hoarse voice, staring at the closed door, his whole body trembling slightly.But at this moment, a deep sigh suddenly came from behind him, and a figure appeared beside his line of sight, but it was none other than Taoist Mingyang. The Taoist's other arm was lightly resting on the back of Wang Zongjing's head. Take a shot.Wang Zongjing stared at him blankly, his mind was blank, only the flame of incomparable resentment in his heart was burning with madness, burning, at that moment, he really wanted to kill everyone in front of him, even the Taoist Mingyang, just a moment later, his eyes suddenly went dark, he lost consciousness instantly, and he fell down, but Taoist Mingyang was beside him, hugged him, shook his head silently, and said lightly Glancing at this door, there was a look of disgust in his eyes.The movement behind the gate soon came to the front, and several servants were very upset because they ran to open the door in this violent storm. After opening the gate, they saw that the door was empty, except for the sky and rain, and there was no one there. There was a burst of cursing, and then the door was closed again in resentment.Boom!The thunder was rolling, and this violent storm, the dark sky, seemed to never stop, and it continued so sternly.Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak, Yuqing Palace.The night was dark and the darkness was low. Although there were high-hanging lights in the whole solemn and solemn hall, it was still very dim because it was too grand and spacious. Fragrance curled up, looking brighter Wang Zongjing, who was drenched all over his body, looked pale as if he had died once, sitting on the ground in a daze, the water droplets on his body kept dripping, soaking a large piece of blue bricks under his body, Ming Yang The Taoist stood silently not far from him, frowning slightly, looking at him from time to time.Footsteps sounded, and a figure came out from the back hall, dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, with a majestic demeanor, it was Xiao Yicai.Taoist Mingyang came up to meet him, and whispered something in his ear, Xiao Yicai's face was indifferent, and he didn't react after listening, he just nodded slightly, and gave a slight signal to Taoist Mingyang, Taoist Mingyang hesitated for a moment, but still agreed in a low voice , and then quietly exited the Yuqing Hall.Xiao Yicai walked slowly to the incense table of the Holy Statue of the Sanqing, and did not look at Wang Zongjing who was slumped on the ground, but went to the table to take some incense, went straight to light the candle, and then quietly turned to the three Qing Shangxiang salute.His movements were silent and skillful, and his posture was chic and gentle. At that moment, the whole hall seemed to be quiet.It's so quiet that there doesn't seem to be any sound, and people can hear their own heartbeat.In the empty hall, only the two of them were left.He lit the incense, turned around, and looked at Wang Zongjing blankly.Wang Zongjing still lowered his head, and after a long time, he heard his hoarse voice, and said in a low voice: "Why, don't you let me kill people?" Zhang sat down on the chair, with a calm face, and asked in a flat tone: "Why did you kill someone?" Said: "They committed a crime, they deserve to die." Xiao Yicai took a deep look at him, and said: "Why do you kill people?" Wang Zongjing suddenly stopped talking.

Xiao Yicai stared at him, slowly bent down, approached Wang Zongjing, and said at the same time: "Are you going to kill their whole family?" There was no answer. "Have you ever thought about it? There are a lot of people in that family. You want to kill Sun Jishan's mother and a few children, right? What evil did they do?" There was silence again. "You want to kill people, not because of any justice, not because of some high-sounding reasons." Xiao Yicai approached Wang Zongjing, and Twilight was as cold as a sharp dagger, and suddenly grabbed Wang Zongjing's head that had been hanging down, and grabbed him. Get up, "You want to kill people, but because you feel sorry for the comrades in your heart, but because of your conscience, you are not just venting your anger! Isn't it?" Wang Zongjing's whole body trembled, his face was as pale as paper, and there was nothing left Bloody, at that moment, he didn't dare to look into Xiao Yicai's eyes anymore, he just lowered his head desperately, as if he wanted to hide, Xiao Yicai let go of his hand, Wang Zongjing's body fell to the ground immediately, and there was a muffled sound.Xiao Yicai stood in front of him, looked down at him with cold eyes, and said slowly: "Your temperament and aptitude are unique, I value it very much, and I want to cultivate it in you, but there are always turmoil in this world. Doom, there is always fear and pain, if you can't see through it, you can't pass it, and your mind is not strong, how can you make a big deal?" "Today's matter, you go back and think about it, if you can't pass it or not, that's up to you; if you can understand a thing or two, think about it." Find out why you have the intention to kill, and then come to me." He waved his sleeves and turned around, facing Sanqing at that moment, under the tall god statue, Xiao Yicai looked at the god statue with a dignified expression, his whole body in the Taoist robe was windless and automatic. "In the world, there are always some things that thousands of people can't do, and I should do them; there are always some people who are entrusted in their hearts and suffer all kinds of pain, and I should accept them. , how many patriarchs of Yingjie have made a solemn oath here, going forward and succeeding, do you have any regrets?" With cold eyes, he suddenly turned around and strode to the pagoda, it seemed that at that moment, his heart was also angry and excited. There was wind and thunder, facing the empty hall, facing the shadows and darkness, he said loudly: "A dignified man, standing in the world, why should he behave like a woman? Life and death and other trivial matters, you should take care of them yourself, and see through them yourself, that's all." The voice was loud and clear, echoing in the empty hall, and as his figure gradually moved away, he finally disappeared. Wang Zongjing's body was prostrate on the ground, his eyes fixed on the ground, and he didn't say a word for a long time.That night, Wang Zongjing returned from Tongtian Peak to Qingyun Bieyuan, and sat in the room all night. The next day, with his strong body, he suddenly had a high fever, trembling all over, and became seriously ill.