Chapter 14: Cleaning up the mess, the sky clears up after the rain

However, since Zhang Xiaochun has decided to sit on the sidelines and watch, he will not change his mind. You can say that he is hard-hearted or unkind, but he is destined to be a cruel person.

Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. Sages are unkind and treat the people as straw dogs.

Is the space between heaven and earth like a bellows? It is empty but not bent, and it produces more as it moves. Too much talk leads to exhaustion, so it is better to keep to the middle.

No matter what, Zhang Xiaochun, the Taoist Lord of Shangqing Yujing, has inherited the essence of the status of Lingbao Tianzun in the world under the rule of One Person. Sympathy?
Impossible, doesn't exist!

What does Buddhism’s fault have to do with Taoism?
Just when Zhang Xiaochun was daydreaming, Puzhi had gone crazy killing outside. It is said that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha instantly, but once you turn from a Buddha into a demon, and have obsessions in your heart, you may be three times worse than the demon.

Puzhi looked extremely excited, with inexplicable madness in his eyes, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was covered in black air mixed with golden light of Buddhism, like an evil Buddha.

"Hehehe, hahaha, my plan will be successful. As long as you die and disappear without a trace, my plan will go on smoothly!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He laughed up to the sky, but there was a hint of madness in his laughter: "Great! Great! Hehe, my wish has been fulfilled, so why should I regret dying?"

In Puzhi's situation, it seems that he has been taken advantage of by the evil energy in the Blood-sucking Pearl. His inner demons have suddenly risen and there is no turning back.

Seeing this, Pu Zhi searched house by house, trying not to leave a single person alive.

Bang! ! !

The wooden door of Zhang Xiaochun's house was broken into pieces by a huge force. Pu Zhi was covered in wounds and was soaking wet from the rain. The left side of his body looked like it had been burned by something, and it was ugly and charred. His face was covered in black and looked dead.

He walked in with bloody footprints everywhere, but Zhang Xiaochun on the bed still maintained that sweet sleeping posture.

He was hugging the quilt and snoring softly, looking very peaceful, as if he was not afraid of the wind and rain outside the window and remained unmoved.

"Is this... the child from the daytime?"

"You have an amazing physique and extraordinary talent. What a pity, it's such a pity that you are not a disciple of Tianyin Temple!"

Pu Zhi gasped as he looked at Zhang Xiaochun in front of him. The bloodshot in his eyes became more obvious, almost turning into red light. Just when Pu Zhi was about to extend his evil hand to Zhang Xiaochun's head.

He forced himself to regain some sanity and recalled the scene when Zhang Xiaofan protected the young child during the day.

"No, no, he is the younger brother of my disciple. I can't... I can't do anything."

Pu Zhi looked at Zhang Xiaochun as if he were looking at a peerless artifact, as if he was thinking about how to maximize its value.

"My disciple's admission into the Qingyun Sect is of great importance. Nowadays, the sects and schools are very biased and are extremely averse to stealing a disciple's knowledge. If others find out and the matter is exposed, he will surely die.

Although the previous child also had excellent aptitude, he was still not as good as the one in front of him. If he was also accepted as a disciple of Qingyun Sect, he would definitely receive more attention from his teachers.

In this way, my disciple would be overshadowed by the two of them and would be even more inconspicuous, with less risk of being exposed.

In addition, this child and my disciple are brothers, and he will inevitably help my disciple in the future. No matter how you look at it, letting him go will do more good than harm."

Pu Zhi pondered over it, and gradually made up his mind. He murmured to himself, "Qingyun Sect, I left you such a good seedling. In exchange for a Taoist inheritance for my disciple, we don't owe each other anything."

These words seem to be meant to convince myself to strengthen my beliefs, but in the final analysis they are still just self-deception, just to make myself feel a little more at ease.

However, Zhang Xiaochun heard it differently: "Bah, you're using my life as a bargaining chip, you're so good at getting something for nothing, how shameless!"

Pu Zhi approached Zhang Xiaochun again and looked at him deeply. He didn't know whether the kid was pretending to sleep or was really asleep. It was incredible that he could sleep peacefully with such a loud noise outside.

If he was pretending to sleep, and he remained calm with me standing in front of him, then the character of this child must be terrible.

Pu Zhi narrowed his eyes, waved his hand and hit Zhang Xiaochun on the neck. After making sure that he was unconscious, he turned and left.

Zhang Xiaochun: "Humph, you are sensible and didn't bother me. Otherwise, I would have taught you why flowers are so red."

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaochun's eyes seemed to be half open, and he used his celestial powers to confirm that Puzhi, the old bald donkey, had gone far away.

He jumped up from the bed, rubbed his neck, and cursed, "Hiss, that old guy Puzhi's grip was too strong. If I wasn't stronger, I might have fainted."

Zhang Xiaochun put on his clothes and looked at the door that had been broken into sawdust. His face couldn't help but darken. He had lived in this house for seven or eight years and had feelings for every tree and blade of grass.

The door had never been broken before, but now it's broken into pieces. I don't know what to say.

Can't you just open the door?

Why do you have to kick it? Do you want to show off your big feet?

Zhang Xiaochun sighed and walked step by step to the flat ground in the middle of the village. There were more than 40 households and more than 200 people in Cao Miao Village, big and small, men and women, all lying on the open ground, their bodies stiff, like corpses, blood flowing like a river, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

"A sin!"

"I have to clean up this mess!"

Zhang Xiaochun extended his palm forward, made hand seals, and mobilized the surrounding spiritual energy based on his own innate Qi.

"Four plates in harmony!"

I saw a huge invisible barrier rising up around the village, trapping all invisible substances inside, including the souls of the recently deceased that had not yet completely dissipated.

"Come, come quickly!"

Zhang Xiaochun shouted loudly, his words filled with an air of majesty that could not be refused.

One after another, eerie souls and ghosts, carrying overwhelming resentment, continuously condensed and appeared from the nameless void, and finally returned to Zhang Xiaochun's palm.

The reincarnation cycle in this world is incomplete. Without Zhang Xiaochun's help, these souls would probably dissipate in a short time.

"Well, I will help you to pass away, and with all my love, I will send you to reincarnate. From now on, we are even."

According to the original course of the world, the fate of these villagers in Cao Miao Village would only be a tragic death. Now Zhang Xiaochun is willing to liberate their souls and send them to reincarnate, which is already a sign of mercy on his part.

Taoist Master Yujing had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He finally intervened a little, at least giving them a glimmer of hope.

Moreover, from the perspective of immortals and gods, their views on death are different from those of mortals. As long as the soul has not dissipated, it is not considered true death. The so-called reincarnation is just the continuation of life.

Zhang Xiaochun was seen reciting the Lingbao Infinite Sutra of the highest grade to save people with the Heavenly Law in his mouth.

As Zhang Xiaochun recited, cyan and gold Taoist texts continued to light up, sinking into the soul and dispelling the resentment and hatred. The ghost's originally ferocious face also became kind.

Finally, Zhang Xiaochun sent all these souls into a green jade vase, covered it with a stopper, and the vase disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Xiaochun stretched himself, ignoring the bloody surroundings. He took one step at a time, not getting his feet stained with mud. He said bleary-eyed and a little sleepily:

"The problem has been solved. You keep doing this every day and you don't let me sleep well. Don't you know that I'm a child and I'm still growing?"

Zhang Xiaochun looked like a worker who had to go to work.

As for Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, just sleep outside. It's only one night anyway, so just deal with it. The children in the village are all strong and can't stand the cold.

As for Zhang Xiaochun himself, of course he wanted to sleep on the bed he had always dreamed of!
Finally one day, I can sleep alone without sharing a bed with my family members!

In the early morning, the rain finally stopped.

The water droplets on the tree were crystal clear, sliding down from the edge of the leaves quietly, falling down, mixed with the fresh breeze, drawing an arc in the air, and hitting Zhang Xiaofan's face...

(End of this chapter)