Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

"What did you say?"

The tall, thin middle-aged man looked stunned, and a hint of panic flashed deep in his eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you just don't want to admit it."

Zhao Mu spoke calmly, and suddenly waved his hand, and hundreds of guests, butlers and even the bride disappeared in an instant.

The entire manor suddenly turned into ruins, and on the ground of the ruins, there were a large number of human bones scattered all over, which was terrifying.

"Everything is fake. Everything is your imagination. Even your so-called charlatan is actually made up by you yourself."

"Six years ago, you worshiped a god of incense and fire. The other party said that as long as your whole family lives here, you will be as rich as the country in the future. Your family members advised you not to believe it, but you ignored it."

"So when the government asked all the people outside the city to live in Qingzhou City, you refused without hesitation, and even strictly ordered all your relatives not to leave the manor."

"But you have no idea that the God of Incense and Fire lets you live here to sacrifice your whole family and improve your own cultivation."

"And the way he sacrifices is to control your mind and let you kill everyone in the entire manor with your own hands, including of course your relatives."

"That night you fell into madness, turned into a devil while half asleep and half awake, and bit everyone in the manor to death one by one."

"Yes, you bit them to death, and all the people you bitten to death burst out with strong resentment in pain and shock."

"At that time, the rich resentment filled the manor and became a sacrifice to the God of Incense. The God of Incense and Fire also relied on the resentment of your whole family to break through to a higher level."

"When he left then, it awakened your consciousness."

"But you couldn't accept the cruel reality and didn't want to believe in yourself, so you killed all your relatives with your own hands."

"So you turned into an evil spirit, sealed your memory, and imagined a plausible story."

"In this story, the evil spirit that killed all your relatives becomes the so-called son-in-law. Then whenever passers-by pass by the manor, you will regard those passers-by as your son-in-law, just like me today."

"You created the illusion of getting married, and used this method to kill innocent passers-by again and again, and take revenge on your imaginary enemies again and again."

"But you don't know that you are the one who deserves to die the most."

Zhao Mu's words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into the heart of the tall, thin middle-aged man.

Dust-laden memories emerged, and the tall, thin middle-aged man's expression kept changing.

After a while, he let out a long breath, his expression full of regret: "It turns out that I really killed my relatives with my own hands. I hate it. Why did I worship the god of incense and fire in the first place?"

He looked at Zhao Mu: "Taoist Priest, are you here to ferry me?"

"Hey, then please send me to reincarnation. I wonder if my daughter and relatives have been reincarnated. I hope we can meet again in the next life."

The tall, thin middle-aged man looked up to the sky and sighed, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for Zhao Mu to be saved.

But what he was waiting for was a sneer: "Don't get me wrong, Pindao is not here to transform you."

"What?"

The tall, thin, middle-aged man was stunned.

Isn’t it true in stories that as long as a wicked person repented and reformed, an enlightened monk would come to transform him into a Buddha?

I no longer ask to become a Buddha.

As long as I can enter reincarnation and get the chance to see my loved ones again, that's all.

Is this too much to ask for?

Why didn't this stinky Taoist priest agree?

Zhao Mu sneered: "You worship the God of Incense and Fire, is anyone forcing you to do so?"

"No."

"Then you have been wandering here all these years and killing a lot of innocent passers-by. Is it because someone forced you?"

"no!"

"Then why should I cross you?"

Zhao Mu's eyes were cold: "You brought it all on yourself today, and you killed so many people because of it. People like you still want to enter reincarnation, why don't you want to go to heaven?"

"But...but I already know my mistake?"

The tall, thin middle-aged man shouted excitedly: "People say they put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. I have already repented. Why don't you save me? Why don't you let me enter reincarnation?"

"It's a joke. If you put down the butcher's knife, you can stop pursuing the past. Then how will the person who was killed by the butcher's knife feel and say thank you?"

"you……"

The tall, thin middle-aged man gritted his teeth in anger: "If you are not going to transform me, then what are you doing here today?"

"Haha, I just came to see if the incense and fire god you worship is related to the target of my investigation over the years?"

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you, just stay still and let me take a look at your memory."

Zhao Mu raised his hand and placed his index finger on the forehead of the tall, thin middle-aged man.

In an instant, all the memories of the other party passed through Zhao Mu's heart one by one.

He saw the past of a tall, thin middle-aged man who was unkind for the sake of wealth and lived in a fish and meat village;

Seeing that the other party was greedy, he went to the temple to pray to God and worship Buddha, and asked him to bring back an incense god, hoping to become rich and powerful;

I even saw the vicious heart of the other party when he offered sacrifices, begged the god of incense and fire to help him, and killed his rival's entire family.

"Sure enough, you were sent to the eighteenth level of hell without any injustice."

Zhao Mu took back his hand and looked at the tall, thin middle-aged man coldly.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The tall, thin middle-aged man had frightened eyes.

"It's nothing, I just want to kill you again."

Zhao Mu chuckled, and a ball of pure Yang mana surged out from his hand.

boom!

The tall, thin, middle-aged man was suddenly enveloped in flames and let out shrill screams.

"Stop, stinky Taoist priest, stop now. I've already repented. You can't kill me!"

"Repent? Haha, go tell those people you killed."

Zhao Mu sneered and turned to walk out of the manor.

And just as he walked out of the manor, the flames all over the tall and thin middle-aged man suddenly spread, and actually set the whole manor on fire.

Outside the manor, the chestnut horse ran over and rubbed its head against Zhao Mu's chest intimately, as if telling the horror just now.

"Haha, it's okay, Xiaohong, I just wanted to see what he had just now, but unfortunately, he was just a lowest-level evil spirit after all."

Zhao Mu chuckled and said, "But our trip was not in vain. Facts have proved that there are indeed others behind the old Taoist priest in Liuji Tavern."

In fact, not long after leaving Liuji Tavern that year, Zhao Mu discovered more incense gods worshipped by the people during his travels.

And those incense gods, without exception, have a monk behind them who controls them, just like the old Taoist priest behind the General Canglan in Liuji Tavern.

For forty years, Zhao Mu traveled all over the world, destroyed countless incense gods, and killed many monks who manipulated behind the scenes.

Gradually, he found that there should be a person hiding behind those monks.

It's just that he has never found strong evidence.

But just now, he saw something interesting in the memory of the tall and thin middle-aged man, which proved his guess.

"Some people are really afraid that the world will not be in chaos."

"But unfortunately, this matter can only be investigated later. In less than a month, the national disaster will really come."

"We have to deal with the national disaster first, and then we can consider other things. Let's go, Xiaohong, let's go back to the capital first."

"Haha, I wonder if the national disaster of the Great Jin Dynasty will be different from what is recorded in the book?"

Zhao Mu jumped onto the red horse, and the man and the horse stepped on the mountain road and gradually disappeared into the night.

And behind them, the sky-high flames continued to burn, and they never went out for a long time.