015.Standpoint
"Yin and Yang have different paths. When a person dies, his soul should go to the underworld. Good and evil will be determined by others. It is not a good thing for them to stay in the human world. They will either turn into wandering souls after the first seven days and eventually die, or turn into evil ghosts and cannot enter the reincarnation. The underworld will not accept them. Ghosts that stay in the world will also turn into ashes after a long time." Miao Yuan has both compassion and decisiveness. He shook his head gently, "Evil spirits harm people, and this poor monk will never ignore it."
"I understand." Qing Ling nodded. He was not a saint, so he would naturally have selfish motives.
In a flash, Qing Ling did something that even he found ridiculous. He put down his pen, which meant he gave up his only chance of escaping from Shang Changheng.
"But I'm sorry, Master Miaoyuan." Qingling's voice was still steady and calm, "If you insist on intervening, then there's no need for us to join forces."
Miao Yuan thought about it for a moment and then understood, "Who is that evil spirit to you?"
Qing Ling did not answer, but just confronted him quietly.
Miao Yuan sighed, "No matter who you are, that's all happened before you died. Donor, evil spirits don't care about human feelings. They only have hatred and murderous thoughts in their hearts. No matter good or evil, as long as they turn into ghosts or evil spirits, they are all evil spirits without reason and emotion. If you protect them, they may kill you."
Qing Ling didn't know much about these matters of gods and ghosts, but he had already guessed it. He wanted to ask why Shang Changheng was able to regain his sanity, but now was obviously not the time.
Silence was Qingling's response.
Qingling himself knew that he was a cold-hearted person. After Yu Bo passed away, he felt lost but not too sad. The same thing happened when A Yuan died in the valley, even now.
But Qingling has his own set of standards for dealing with people. Right and wrong are naturally different in the eyes of different people. He would sew winter clothes for Yu Bo, and ask Shang Changheng for the truth about A Yuan's death, and now... Qingling looked towards the silent door, and his calm eyes were gradually filled with deep darkness.
Regardless of right or wrong, he would not let Miao Yuan stop this revenge.
Miao Yuan could certainly ignore Qing Ling, but the thousand-year-old evil ghost following Qing Ling made Miao Yuan even more afraid. He could either let go of the ghost that was killing people outside, so as to save more people. However, the Buddhism that Miao Yuan practiced since childhood told him that all beings are equal, and he has no right to judge what is good and evil.
"He may be back soon." Qing Ling said with his eyes downcast, "Master Miao Yuan is going to such lengths to deal with him. I think he is probably no match for him. It is better for him to leave first."
Miao Yuan wanted to persuade him again: "I will not stand idly by and watch the matter of the thousand-year-old evil spirit. The plan I told you before will not change, but the one outside, entangled with the evil spirit will eventually..."
Miao Yuan's face suddenly changed when he was halfway through his words. He felt an extremely strong and evil aura enveloping him. Qing Ling was also startled. Shang Changheng, dressed in a black robe, appeared in the room with a cold face and a monstrous murderous aura in his eyes. He pulled Qing Ling into his arms and whispered in his ear, "Why, what did you conspire with him?"
The negative energy on his body condensed into black mist again. Qingling was fine, but Miaoyuan felt as if he was in a sea of blood and corpses. There was fighting and screaming all around him. The sky and the earth were scarlet chaos. He couldn't help but feel fear, a fear that penetrated deep into his bones. The emotion was pervasive.
Miao Yuan knew that it was the evil spirit that attacked him, so he quickly calmed down, closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. His Buddhist heart was firm, and he believed that neither compassion nor killing were evil. A faint golden light emerged from his skin, and turned into a barrier with scriptures written on it that enveloped his body.
Everything around him disappeared in an instant, he opened his eyes, and returned to the cabin.
Qing Ling was obediently letting Shang Changheng hold him, and said truthfully: "We are plotting to kill you."
He wanted to quibble, but it was pointless.
Shang Changheng was almost laughing out of anger. He let out a soft "ah" and turned his grim gaze to Miao Yuan.
Miao Yuan immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"I let you go twice." Shang Changheng let go of Qing Ling and took a step forward, "You still don't know what's good for you."
Miao Yuan was in a trance and almost thought that the person in front of him was some kind of evil spirit, but the aura on him was clearly that of a ghost, but this evil spirit clearly had the intention to kill him this time. Miao Yuan broke out in a cold sweat and pursed his lips, ready to fight to the death.
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Qing Ling walked forward and grabbed Shang Changheng's sleeve. He was still very scared, his face was pale, but his expression was serious. "Master Miaoyuan has no cause and effect with you. He doesn't owe you any debt. You said that if you kill someone who has nothing to do with you, you can't enter the reincarnation cycle."
Shang Changheng also turned around and looked at him. When their eyes met, Qingling saw deep hatred and resentment. He vaguely felt that Shang Changheng's rage might not just be due to Miao Yuan.
While he was not making a move, Qingling shook his head at Miaoyuan and said, "Hurry up and leave."
Miaoyuan was stunned, with a look of shock on his face.
He didn't expect Qingling could really dissuade this angry ghost.
"But you..." Miao Yuan hesitated for a moment.
Then that cold gaze fell on him again, and there seemed to be scarlet flames burning in the dark eyes, wanting to burn all living things.
"He is my husband." Qing Ling's tone was like a sigh, "He won't... hurt me, Master Miao Yuan, thank you for your trouble, please."
Before leaving, Miaoyuan looked at Qingling deeply, with worry and helplessness in her eyes.
After he left, Shang Changheng threw something on the table. There was a clanging sound. Qingling took a look and found that it was a spike like an arrow blade, less than an inch wide and about six inches long. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Except for the sharp tip, the rest was engraved with some obscure pictures and texts.
"What is that?" Qing Ling released the hand that was holding Shang Changheng's sleeve.
But the next moment his wrist was grabbed, and Shang Changheng pulled him back into his arms. Only then did he realize that Shang Changheng's arms were trembling slightly, and he was holding him tightly. Qing Ling was terrified and did not struggle. He just said softly, "Hold me gently, it hurts."
Shang Changheng turned a deaf ear and pinched Qingling's chin to make him look up.
Their eyes met again.
"That's mine..." Shang Changheng's tone was sarcastic, "a burial object."
Qingling's heart moved slightly.
So the Qing family really did rob Shang Changheng's tomb and took away things. Is this the cause and effect that Shang Changheng talked about?
"What about you?" Shang Changheng asked. He let go of Qingling's jaw and stroked his delicate face with his fingertips. "What did you conspire with that monk? Why are you unwilling now?"
Qing Ling only felt that the cold touch was like a venomous snake. He was sure that Shang Changheng was very angry now and really wanted to kill Miao Yuan just now. He had never forgotten that Shang Changheng was an out-and-out evil spirit.
"Master Miaoyuan heard it when she attacked Qing Wenxu." Qingling was very frank.
He had no intention of making any excuses. Shang Changheng was not a fool. It was useless to try to gain his sympathy. Not to mention whether Shang Changheng would show sympathy or not, there was no guarantee that this paranoid and vicious ghost would want to take him away directly.
Shang Changheng was not surprised when he got the answer.
He knew that if there was a chance, Qingling would definitely try every means to get rid of him. The marriage between them was just a piece of paper, and Qingling had never concealed his reluctance, but -
Shang Changheng glanced at the thorns on the table, his eyes were cold and filled with resentment, mixed with an indescribable unwillingness, surging and blending into a huge wave of blood. The chaotic and intermittent memories gradually condensed into a real and clear picture.
In troubled times, there are starving people, dry bones, struggles, and despair.
Shang Changheng smiled slowly, his smile was sinister and ferocious.
Qingling was horrified when he heard this.
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