Floating clouds

Chapter 73

He was fighting against heaven and man in the room, but the person he thought and hated knelt quietly in front of the portrait of the patriarch, waiting for something.

Mu Zheng was wearing a spotless Taoist robe, which seemed to have been washed by a spiritual spring, without even a single wrinkle or dust, just because Lin Xinglu loved to be clean.

He waited, waiting for Lin Xinglu to come to him.

Will the beloved apprentice let him die, or let him live?

Lin Xinglu was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes were closed tightly, and both hands were tightly grasping the edge of the bed, not daring to move easily.

His closed eyes were opened in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sky was full of stars, circling around a book, the word 'no' on the book turned over and became a word 'yes'.

"Kill him, he is your inner demon. If you kill him, you can become a true god and comprehend the way of heaven." A raving voice came from among the stars, and it pressed against his ear, blowing a breath of cool air.

There seems to be a hand in the book, stretched out, waiting for him to hold it and penetrate himself.

From nothing to something, from birth to death.

"Kill him, go and kill him!"

"No! I can't kill him! I love him, and he loves me too!" Lin Xinglu stood up suddenly and smashed the incense burner in front of the bed with his fist.

The dust fluttered up, and the smell of medicine floated on the tip of his nose along with the dust, making him stunned for a moment.

"But he killed your parents and ruined your homeland." The voice was bewitching, whispering.

The softest childhood in Lin Xinglu's heart was brought back. His mother, father, and the plum blossoms blooming in the yard all suddenly appeared, washing away the dust and becoming his most vivid memory.

"Good boy..."

Mrs. Lin stroked him tenderly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into coke and was trampled to pieces by monsters.

Lin Xinglu's face became colder and colder, his eyeballs turned cold, and the half that hated Mu Zheng gained the upper hand: "I should kill him, he hates evil, the Taoist priest is right, I shouldn't trust him."

But he is also entrusted by others.

The half that loves Mu Zheng pops up, how good Mu Zheng is, he loves his appearance, loves everything about him.

"Ah! Ah!" Lin Xinglu hugged his head in pain and fell into the dust all over the floor.

"Don't you want to kill him? He's really bad, and he made you suffer a lot." The voice came back again, almost burrowing into Lin Xinglu's heart.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Lin Xinglu covered his ears hysterically.

The Taoist robe on his body was newly changed and was already stained with incense ashes. He wept bitterly in the incense ashes, and the voice would not stop, and kept telling him the past.

Until it was dark, Lin Xinglu finally stood up.

The expression on his face changed, not indifference, but a kind of extreme pain and anger, the eyes were quenched with fire, and the corners of the eyes were red.

He is my demon, and only by killing him can I be free.

Such thoughts surrounded his mind, driving him to walk outside.

He instinctively found Mu Zheng.

"Xinglu, why did you do this?" Mu Zheng looked at him, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled and covered with incense ash, and he wanted to straighten his hair.

"Master, I'm sorry."

After Lin Xinglu finished speaking, he pierced Mu Zheng's dantian with the 'Qianlong' that Mu Zheng had forged for him.

'Qianlong' was snapped off by the thunder, this sword was neither long nor short, it just fell into Mu Zheng's dantian.

Mu Zheng seemed to have expected it. He didn't struggle or resist. He raised his head and straightened Lin Xinglu's hair, asked him why he made it so messy, and then fell to the ground.

Lin Xinglu let go of the sword trembling. The blood flowing from Mu Zheng's abdomen stimulated his nerves. His eyes suddenly became clear and he looked at his hand in disbelief.

"Impossible, how is it possible?"

Lin Xinglu stared blankly at his hand, thinking that it was an illusion of the evil spirit, but why didn't the master disappear like in the illusion?

The blood was so real, bright red, carrying the temperature in Mu Zheng's body, it flowed all the way to Lin Xinglu's feet.

Lin Xinglu took two steps back, but there were two bloody footprints.

Why is this happening?

Do I really want to kill Master?

His face was pale, and he looked at Mu Zheng who was not breathing in a panic.

He had always hated Mu Zheng, until he saw Mu Zheng's body, he realized that he had forgiven him, maybe after having memories, he found that Mu Zheng was crying for him.

During this long time, he has seen Mu Zheng bleed and sweat, but he has never seen him cry.

He has actually forgiven.

Because he has never regarded himself as a cultivator, he knows that life is like floating clouds and morning dew, and it is too precious to put hatred in life and love after death.

But his heart deceived him, making him think that he still hated, resented, or felt wronged.

This is the demon of heaven.

If you want to die, it wants you to live; if you love, it makes you hate.

If you can't understand yourself, you also have no chance to understand the way of heaven.

The word "you" was gradually closed, Lin Xinglu's eyeballs turned red, and his dantian began to fall apart.

"Star Land!"

Suddenly someone called out behind him, the slowly closed book stopped, and his dantian did not move.

Lin Xinglu looked at the person in surprise. The person who came was in a spotless Taoist robe, with black eyebrows and slanted phoenix eyes. The most beautiful scenery in the world could not match his beauty, and even the most nimble brush could not paint his demeanor.

"Master?" Lin Xinglu looked at him, then looked back at 'Mu Zheng' on the ground, feeling confused for a moment, thinking that he was in an illusion.

"It's me, that's me too." Mu Zheng pointed to the person on the ground, and said, "That's my wife, you didn't kill me, Xinglu, I'm still alive."

"□□?" Lin Xinglu frowned, and the raving voice repeated: "He lied to you, he likes to lie to you the most."

□□ is another self, if you want to create a □□□, you have to suffer the pain of splitting your soul, this pain, Lin Xinglu has never tasted, and few people in this world have experienced it.

But the pain of spiritual consciousness, he tried it, was comparable to the pain of Tianlei.

But Mu Zheng tried, and in just one month, he forcibly created himself.

"Don't trust him!" said the voice urgently.

Mu Zheng watched his stable aura start to turbulent again, burning with anxiety, he took a step forward and hugged Lin Xinglu in his arms with all his strength.

"Xinglu, I know that your demon is me, but I don't know whether you want me to live or die, no matter which one you want, I will do what you want."

What he said was so true that he almost showed his heart to Lin Xinglu.

Lin Xinglu suddenly became enlightened, and opened the scriptures in his sea of ​​knowledge again, and the word "yes" was also erased, leaving only a blank space.

Everyone says that the Dao is ruthless, but in the end the Dao is extremely sentient.

It conceives all things, uses the most ruthless laws to make the sun, moon, and stars revolve, and makes mortals and monks all have their own destiny. Everyone has their own suffering and their own happiness.

The ice in Lin Xinglu's eyes melted, the scripture dissipated into the sea of ​​consciousness, his dantian circulated, and spiritual energy swarmed towards him. This catastrophe was finally over.

"Master, can I trust you?" Lin Xinglu asked.

"Of course." Mu Zheng released the golden dragon to protect him, and the sky was full of rays of light, and all the turmoil would eventually end.