Psychic

Ma You soon accepted a public trial. The survivors stood up and accused him of his crimes, as evidenced by bloody objects such as nails and teeth left by the victim. The judge sentenced him to death in court and executed them immediately.

When he was dragged to the court, Fangallo stopped his way and leaned over and asked, "Do you still think you can become a ghost after death? Do you believe me or not, I can beat you away?"

Ma You, who was once so arrogant, can only be described by a pool of mud.Especially in the face of Van Gogh, he would shed tears and snot in his face because of fear, and his body shook as if he would fall apart at any time.

"I believe, I believe, let me go, let me die happily, woo woo ..."

The empathy ability given to him by Fangallo continues to play a role. His body has not felt the pain of the dead, but his soul is trapped in one closed space after another, enduring time and time again. death.He was trapped in despair and could only cry for help helplessly, struggling to climb hopelessly, like every victim he once had.

He gradually realized that the only way to get relief was to die.As for whether it will become a ghost after death, can it retaliate against society, and his soul is so weak that he dares to delusion?As long as there are people like Van Gogh in this world, he will never come back.

Van Gogh looked deep into his eyes full of turbid tears, seeing through his cowardly incompetence, and then took two steps back, giving way to the court.

Ma You was escorted away by two soldiers. When he quickly crossed the threshold of the court, he suddenly turned back and asked, "What the hell are you?"

This problem has obviously troubled him for a long time, otherwise he will not remember this matter.He never believes that Van Gogh is a human being. Where can human beings not eat or drink for five or six consecutive days; where can human beings deprive him of their own power; where can humans bring hell to the world?

He went back and forth a thousand times, without having to wait for the person's response as if he had found the exact answer, shivering tremblingly, and then staggering away.

Fangallo looked at his back quietly, his expression as indifferent as ever.

Song Rui came from behind and patted his shoulder gently: "Can I go home?"

"I still have a place to take a look at." Fangallo shook his head.

"Let's go." Song Rui didn't ask much, but just took out the car key.

More than an hour later, the two came to the top of the highest mountain in Beijing, and stood in front of the door of a magnificent building. A black plaque was hung on the door, and three large characters were written in gold and dragons. ——Tianshui Palace.

This is the stronghold of the martial arts that once nurtured Van Gogh, and it is also the most prosperous Taoist temple in Beijing.As usual, the door of Taoism has long been opened, welcoming the followers who are standing next to each other, bearing the enthusiasm of offerings, and many other big figures come quietly and invest a lot of sesame oil.

But today, this copper gate was tightly closed. The high courtyard wall was painted with a circle of vermilion paint, and the word "demolition" of Dou Da was written in the circle. There was a constant noise from the courtyard. , Seems to be arguing about something, and seems to be praying for something.

"It seems that Minister Yan is ready to start the Tianshui Palace." Song Rui stood in the middle of the gate, enjoying this magnificent Taoist temple with great interest.

No wonder it is called Tianshui Palace. Three huge buildings are arranged in a zigzag shape, and three huge gardens are connected in the middle, occupying most of the mountain's site.Rao is so, the Tianshui faction is not satisfied yet, and has delivered an application form, ready to buy the whole mountain.

Song Rui stared at the plaque hanging above his head for a while, then shook his head and said, "They all say that the Tianshui School is the hidden world of Xuanmen. After seeing their strongholds, I think the word" hidden world "is more like a joke. . "

"They pride themselves on being self-cultivating, while they look down on ordinary people, and on the other they want to control ordinary people. The so-called hidden world is just for talking." Van Galo pushed open the corner door next to him, and stepped forward.

Song Rui immediately followed, laughing lightly: "Their mentality can be summed up in five words-the arrogance of the strong."

"Yes, once they gain strength, they feel that they have separated themselves from all living beings and become a higher level of life. But in fact, every life in the world is the same. Birth, sickness and death are a process they must go through. No one Can escape. "

"You can." Song Rui took a deep look at Vanguard, and was very certain of this guess.

"Neither can I." Fangallo avoided his gaze.

"Your life form is different from any of us, you can." Song Rui insisted on his own judgment.

Fangallo strode forward and firmly said: "Someday, I will also be judged by fate, and by that time, I will have a hard time avoiding death."

"That's right, I can stand trial at any time, and I am with you."

It was enough to press the question, so Song Rui stopped the topic.

Van Gogh looked back at him, and finally smiled softly: "Okay, let's be together." He stood still waiting for Dr. Song to approach, and said in a calm tone: "Every day we live, we are actually facing death. Maybe you fell asleep tonight, and you wo n’t be able to open your eyes again tomorrow morning; maybe you are smiling now and die suddenly in the next second. Such a situation is not a special case, but an ordinary one. The biggest problem in life is not to survive Meaning, but how to calmly face death. Those monks who know how to go to bed will extinguish all the lamps every night, put the empty drinking cups upside down on the bed, do all the things that should be done every day, and never leave trouble to tomorrow . They do this every day, and they are uninterrupted. Do you know why? "

Song Rui thought about it and said slowly: "Because they are preparing for their death every day. They are not sure that they can sleep today and can wake up tomorrow, so they will live well every day without regret. . "

"Yes," Fangallo looked at the towering palace ahead and concluded: "So death is inevitable, and we must all be prepared."

Song Rui nodded silently, and then took Van Galo's cold hand.

"What are you doing?" Van Gogh's ear tip turned slightly red.

"What happened today is today, don't leave regret to tomorrow, you just taught me." Song Rui smiled in a low voice.

Fangallo drew back his hand and walked a few steps, somehow thinking, and suddenly turned back, beckoning: "I'm not keeping up."

Song Rui immediately followed and took the man's hand again, but he was never broken away again.They all seem to have such a consensus-do whatever you want in your heart, and don't leave any regrets.

The two walked hand in hand to the noisiest palace, but saw a group of priests pulling with a group of people in uniform, and some workers held hammers and knocked on a good building. .

"You can't do this! This piece of land was bought by Tianshui Palace and is a private site!"

"All the land belongs to the country, where is the private site? You said that you bought the land, what about the contract? What about the procedures? What about the license? Take out any of the same, we immediately leave!"

"The formalities, the formalities are still in progress, will be down soon." The Taoist priest, who had justified himself just now, couldn't say clearly.The Tianshui faction has something to do with the above. Over the years, big figures have been escorting them, so that they have long forgotten that the mountain does not belong to them.

"Do you really think that you will approve your application? What spring and autumn dreams do I do! I tell you, based on the things you did in Tianshui, you didn't classify you as evil. The religion was banned. That ’s it! In order to protect a shit array and kill so many people, you are also embarrassed to practise monasticism. Smash it, keep smashing me! ”

As soon as the leading man waved his hand, the hammers of those workers waved more vigorously.

Seeing the two people inevitably wrestling together, Van Gaal gently dragged Dr. Song's arm: "Let's change directions."

Song Rui interlocked with his fingers and whispered softly, "I will follow wherever you go."

Fangallo glanced at him, but he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.

The Tianshui Palace covers a very large area. The pavilions, pavilions and towers are built according to the mountain trend.Walking through this straight road, but often facing more cobweb-like roads, people who have not lived here for a long time will certainly get lost.

But Van Gogh did not pause at all, conforming to his inner feelings, and walked unimpededly to a palace with a unique shape.

Song Rui looked up and saw that the plaque hanging on the beam was written with three golden characters-Saint Maiden.

"What kind of god is this?" Song Rui wondered: "I only know that the Taoist temple generally enshrines the Sanqing, the Supreme Yuanjun, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the farther away is the Lei Gong Dianmu, the Five Goddesses, and the Five Goddesses Tortoise and Snake, but I have never heard of any saints that can be enshrined. "

Fangallo pointed to the sculpture in the temple and shook his head: "It is not the gods enshrined here, it is my sister Song Enci."

Song Rui suddenly realized that his tone could not help but chill a few times: "It seems that your master really likes your sister, even if she is dead, she will help her build a golden body and let her enjoy the incense of the world."

"As long as it is good for Sister Sister, it doesn't matter if he exchanges his life." Van Gaal entered the hall and looked up at the sculpture in red silk.

Its facial features are soft and nimble, its eyes are slightly closed, its smile is light, its hand is twisted with a weeping willow, and it is gently brushed down. For living creatures, walk down the altar gracefully and lightly.

It's so lifelike, it's terrifying for no reason.

Song Rui carefully looked at the sculpture and pondered: "Do you think it is different from other sculptures? It looks like it is alive and very vivid."

Van Gaal didn't say a word, and looked in the temple. After releasing Dr. Song's hand, he walked to the table, raised the copper candlestick with a burnt candle, and hit the base of the sculpture.Just listening to a mumble, the pottery figurine opened a big mouth, and then fell down obliquely.

Song Rui avoided the slamming sculpture and bent down to stare carefully at her soft face. He slowly said: "I don't know if I misunderstood. I always feel that this mouth has cracked, and his face is as vivid as before. Now. "

Van Gogh said nothing, holding the candlestick high and smashing this gentle and gentle face with two or three blows.

Song Rui also stopped asking, picked up another candlestick, and smashed the sculpture silently.He started more severely than Van Gogh, and soon broke the neck of the sculpture and removed her hands and feet.If this person actually killed Van Gogh, even in the face of the deity, he can unload her eight pieces.

The two finished their work, patted the dust on their bodies, ran to the landscape pool outside to wash their hands, and then leisurely looked at the messy hall of the Virgin.

"She is not worthy to enjoy the fireworks on earth in the position of gods." Until this time, Fangallo spoke quietly.

"You wait for me for a while, I'll make a call." Song Rui took out his phone.

Fangallo nodded, his eyes always watching the unrecognizable, fragmented sculpture.His rejection of the gods has penetrated into the bone marrow, but anyone who has a relationship with these two words will become the target of his sniping.

After a few minutes, Song Rui came back and said lightly: "I just sent someone to check. Tianshui Palace across the country has a hall of the Virgin. The statues enshrined in the hall are all your sisters. Your master also specializes in She recruited a group of believers and let her enjoy the incense on earth for a long time. "

Van Gogh's already dark eyes were darker.

Song Rui rubbed his head and said with a chuckle: "The Tianshui Palace is being demolished all over the country, and Minister Yan seems to have made up his mind to send a lesson to Tianshui. I have already asked people to smash those sculptures, to ensure that one does not stay."

Van Gogh froze for a moment, then smiled briskly.This is always the case with Dr. Song, who can peep into his heart one step at a time, and then take all the trouble for him.

"I haven't had time to deal with the Tianshui School. They first pushed themselves into desperation. Is this God's will?" He looked up at the sky, sighed, and finally waved his hand: "Let's go to Longyin Temple."

"What are you going to do there?" Song Rui took his hand.

Fangalo touched the back of his hand with his slender fingertips and admitted frankly: "Go to Lin Nianci."

Song Rui raised the hands they held together, and his voice was soft: "I like you tapping the back of my hand or somewhere else with your fingertips. The kind of itchy feeling seems to be knocking in my heart. on."

Fangallo's eyes glanced at Dr. Song without a response, but his slender fingertips lightly touched the back of his hand.

Song Rui couldn't help it all at once, smirked and clenched the man's hand, walking forward step by step.

Two hours later, they came to Longyin Temple and walked into the main courtyard under the guidance of a little Sha Mi. At a glance, they saw Lin Nianci lying down on the altar.She was spitting blood out bit by bit, and her hands were covering her chest as if it hurt so badly; her body twitched unconsciously, as if she had hysteria; her old face shrivelled at a rate that was visible to the naked eye Wrinkles; Smart eyes are filled with turbid tears, and the only remaining spirit is diarrhea.

If it weren't for this time, Master Chang Jing blessed her chanting every day and restored her to some youth, otherwise she might have been aging to death.

Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen and Lin Nianen were kneeling beside her and shouted loudly, and a group of big monks hurriedly recited the scriptures around the altar.

With willing support, Lin Nianci's injury was alleviated, but the old face and the damaged internal organs were difficult to recover.Her white hair began to fall down one by one, a gentle and soft person, like a decayed body at this moment.

Seeing her look, Song Rui actually saw another Su Fengxi, so she frowned subconsciously.

Fangallo used a magnetic field to displace everyone who blocked his way, step by step to Lin Nianci, looked down, smiled shallowly: "Do you know why you suddenly suffered such a severe backlash?"

Lin Nianci was so weak that he couldn't even open his mouth, and could only stare at him with wide eyes.

Longevity suddenly raised his head and eagerly asked: "Why, do you know the reason?" After so many things, he did not dare to take every word he said to Fangallo lightly.

"Because your channel for collecting faith has been cut off." Van Gaalo leaned down and said, "You can't be a god in your life, Song Enci."

Hearing his strange name, Changsheng, Changzheng, Lin Nianen suddenly showed a shocked expression.