Chapter 277
It was silent now.
In fact, he was a little bit emotional, he always liked such a persistent, obstinate and stupid companion. Like the little Zhang Qi who followed him thousands of years ago.
Even if he wanted to do something against the sky to change his fate, the other party would dissuade him while following him uneasy, timid and indecisive.
So he made a puppet that was exactly the same, and let the other party continue to follow him for a thousand years after death.
In comparison, this friend surnamed Luo is much worse. It wasn't until he was tied up that he realized that the old friend he had called for so many years was not the Zhang Zhengchu he knew when he was young...
It was the ancestor of the Zhang family, Zhang Dai.
Zhang Dai sniffed the bloody smell in the air and the scent that the spirit was about to dissipate, as if smelling the food that was about to be opened, with greed mixed with madness in his expression. Even the initial fear and tension are not so obvious.
"Master..." He used Zhang Yalin's voice, but it was inexplicably hoarse and unpleasant. He stared at Xie Wen, yelled in a strange tone, and immediately said: "Oh no, except for those enviable precious relatives and disciples on the mountain, no one is qualified to be called Master. Let me think about it... I will still be called Zu Master."
"Master Patriarch, you have been away from the world for too long, so you may not be very clear about it." He said in a hoarse voice, "No matter how inconspicuous a person is, he is still a character after a thousand years of practice and study. The Zhang family is not so hospitable. Yes. You have to leave something when you come.”
Xie Wen glanced at the miserable faces in the courtyard. From Zhang Dai's perspective, he could only see his side face and slightly drooping eyes, but he couldn't see any abundant emotions.
It has been like this since thousands of years ago, every time Zhang Dai sees him coming down from the top of Songyun Mountain, he always wears a half-god and half-ghost mask. He couldn't see his appearance or his expression, only the cloud-like hem of his robe and his quiet and clean eyes.
Those who bow their knees often say that there is always compassion in those eyes.
Zhang Dai believed it at first, and ignorantly followed suit with boasting and admiration. Later, I figured it out, the word compassion is inherently lofty.
You see, he cultivates the most absolute Tao, has no feelings, no desires, no attachments and no hindrances, he lives on the top of a mountain that few people visit, and when he comes down to the world, he doesn't even want people to see his appearance, he is a half-immortal body , This is a layer away from ordinary people.
Such a person, talk about compassion.
Just like at this moment, the courtyard is full of corpses, including his later disciples, as well as the relatives and disciples he once raised as treasures in the mountains.
But even so, he just lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't even feel sad.
What is there for future generations to miss?
Really deserves to die...
Even though he was thinking this way, when Xie Wen turned his eyes to look back, Zhang Dai subconsciously tensed up, and the veins on the side of his neck were exposed, which was an irresistible fear.
"What did you just say?" Xie Wen's eyes swept over him, seeing his twisted hands and feet, "Become a character?"
That look doesn't really mean anything. To Zhang Dai's ears, it was like the sharpest knife was pressed against his face, and he slapped him with a cold blade.
Zhang Dai's complexion suddenly changed, his face was bluish purple, and the meaning of madness in his eyes was much stronger.
He stared at Xie Wen with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a hissed voice, "I am like this... Who is to blame for me like this? I could have started a good life and ended my life as a well-behaved outsider at the foot of the mountain." , into and out of the cage, walking through the streets, I have so many things I want to do, so many people I want to cross, if I can live my life well and enter reincarnation well, who would want to become like this?!"
Xie asked, "Who do you think did it?"
This rhetorical question made Zhang Dai's breath suddenly rush. He ho ho took a few breaths, choked for a while and couldn't answer. It took a long time before he said sharply, "Because you refused to save me!"
"You refused to save me..." Zhang Dai's throat rolled, "I asked you to save me, but you sent me away without even thinking about it. I—"
I want to beg you, I want to kowtow to you.
But you drew a long wind against my knees, and you didn't even give me the qualifications and leeway to ask for it...
In the end, Zhang Dai couldn't say such humble words: "—I obviously saved someone, why? Why did I end up like this?!"
He obviously saved the people under Songyun Mountain, but he was punished by God. With the imprint of a life full of sins and debts, he went to ask this person for help. But I had to say, "Since you have done it, you will bear it. If you pay off the debt, you will naturally be relieved."
All his later lingering and struggling, all the dangerous, crazy and absurd things he did, the source of everything was this sentence.
After hearing this sentence, Xie Wen looked down at him and said, "Then let me ask those people in Liuzhuang why, why should they end up like that?"
"That's in a hurry." Zhang Dai said, "It's just that I took a wrong step in a hurry."
Xie Wen shook his head.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. In the end, his eyes swept over Zhang Dai's red eyes, and he didn't have the intention to speak.
The unwillingness and anger in Zhang Dai's heart became even worse.
What he hated most in his life was this kind of gaze and this kind of look, as if he had nothing to say to him, and he didn't bother to say a word more.
It almost hit his deepest, most unspeakable pain.
He was just disobedient.
He was born in Weimo, and before he could remember anything, he became an abandoned child on the ridge of the village head, without parents and nameless. In the village at the foot of Songyun Mountain, the surname is mostly Zhang. He was picked up by a blacksmith and given a thatched hut and a stutterer, so he is considered a person. Everyone said it was grace, and he admitted it. But he doesn't think he's human, he doesn't even have a good name
Yes, it is no different from calling a cat or a dog to call those livestock. How can it be considered a human being?