Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

A frosty winter quietly descended on the capital, and the silver-clad veil after the heavy snowfall temporarily covered the unrest in the city.

Zhong Yanxiang rebelled with one hand and one power. People in the city were pressing their nerves. It was at this critical juncture that Liang Bing was sent by the emperor to investigate corruption cases, along with Song Ci.

The father and the son took a horse-drawn carriage for half a month and came to a small town named Liyang City. The city was considered to be prosperous. Some people reported that they had colluded and said that the county collusion with the gentry in the city and increased taxes without authorization.

This was not a major event, except that the squire of Shenyang was born of a bandit in the past, and was daring in his own territory, sending someone to rob a witness who was reported above and kill him.

After the witnesses were killed, the corruption case was at an impasse, and Song Ci ran around. People who were willing to testify suddenly abstained, and the people who identified the squire and Zhixian also changed their tongues.

In an anxious situation, Liang Bingqiang sent people to search the county's property, and even copied the house for silver. This forced the squire and Zhixian to conspire and kill the man. Song resigned to investigate and escaped, but Liang Bing did not Cautiously injured, but fortunately the guard came to save his life in time.

Song Ci was furious. He sent someone to the home of Zhixian and the squire, and was put in jail for murder of the court officials. Without pressure from both parties, the people finally spoke and told the truth, and the corruption case was settled.

Fearing that Liang Bing could not stand up, Song Ci insisted on waiting for Liang Bing to pass through the dangerous period before returning to Beijing, but after all, Liang Bing was old. Even after his injuries improved, he returned to Beijing after a long journey, but his condition was repeated and he was dying several times.

Mrs. Liang had already received the news, but when she saw Liang Bing being carried into the house, she still could not help but slap Song Song on the spot.

Song Ci failed to protect his father, knowing that he was wrong, and sincerely confessed his mistakes, begging Mrs. Liang for punishment, or that Liang Bing was in a serious condition to stop Mrs. Liang.

After returning to Beijing, Song Ci was busy settingtle the corruption case and reported it to the emperor. He had to leave early and return late for a few days before and after the busy day. He hurriedly glanced at Liang Bing every day, which made Madam Liang dissatisfied. Several times, even the last words are ready.

The last time I nearly breathed out, Song Ci hurried home when he received the news, but Madam Liang was furious and pointed at Song Ci, "How come you have a face back! You hurt your father like this, you should Kneel at the door for three days and three nights and ask for sin! "

Song Ci bowed his head and refused to argue, turning his head to leave, but did not want Mrs. Liang to give up, scolding everything in his hands on Song Ci, "You are a nemesis! Come and kill your brother again Ke Dad! Why did I give birth to you so evil! "

The tea cup kettle was slammed on Song Ci, and the hot water poured on him made him unable to shrink, but his heart was cold. He looked back at Mrs. Liang incredibly, repeating, "I am the buster?"

Although he thought that others might think so, he never thought that his mother would think so too. He thought that more than ten years had passed, and his mother had gradually forgiven him, but did not want to continue to do so.

The mother's resentment never seemed to diminish.

"Your brother will recite the three-character scriptures when he can speak at the age of two, and he will never forget to read the calligraphy. He has a promising future, but it's all because of your funeral!" Mrs. Liang said very furiously, As if trying to harm Song Ci by all means, "Now your father is half-footed into the gate of the ghost door, but you are spending a lot of time outside, and you haven't seen it for days, I will kill you as a filial son!"

She beat Song Song like crazy, and every time she slapped, it made Song Song extremely miserable. He didn't dodge and let Madam Liang be frustrated.

"Enough! Enough!" Liang Bing was awakened by the noise, and hoarsely called, "What the **** are you doing! He's done enough! So many years, haven't you made enough noise!"

Song Ci's eyes were red, and he held back tears, saying to Mrs. Liang, "Since my mother thinks that I have killed my brother, then I will become a monk from today and read the sins for my brother day and night."

After speaking, he stepped out of the door without turning his head, only to hear Liang Bing's exhausted cry, "Quit!"

The people in the house didn't know what happened, and they didn't dare to stop it. After Mrs. Liang was chasing out the door, Song Ci had long gone.

It was full of ice and snow outside, and the cold wind was howling. Song Ci didn't even cover his aunt, only a wet cotton robe, and the piercing wind blew. It seemed to blow into his heart, wrapping a warm heart. Frost made him cry with pain.

Song Ci thought to myself, I really had enough!

For more than ten years of forbearance, more than ten years of guilt, Liang Shuli's death is always around his neck like a chain. At that time, it was out of helplessness. Why did he always impose mistakes on him!

There is a quite famous imperial temple near the capital called Yanxiang Temple. Song Ci went straight to the place and vowed to cut away three thousand troubles.

However, when he managed to climb up to Yanxiang Temple, he found it very unusual.

Although Daxue broke the road, no one came to Hongxiang at this time, but Yanxiang Temple was so weird that the door was closed and there were no monks guarding the door. Song Ci speculated whether Yanxiang Temple would be closed in recent days.

He wiped his tears forward and knocked on the door, as if responding, the door opened a small slit, Song Ci pushed open the door slit and went in. After two arches, he found that there was really no one in the temple. As if everyone left collectively.

But since no one else, who opened the door for him?

There was a cold sweat on Song Ci's back, and he eased his pace. The idea of ​​becoming a monk was temporarily suppressed, and he couldn't wait to leave this weird place.

"This donor, why are you in a hurry to leave since it's here?" There was a sudden sound behind him, and Song Ci looked back in panic, and saw behind him a young man who did not know when to stand.

He was wearing a brocade, obviously not a monk in the temple, but smiled mildly and did not have a dangerous atmosphere.

Song Ci said, "I saw no one in the temple, so I planned to come again."

"The masters in the temple all went to the backyard. Let me greet the guests here. If the donor is not in trouble, I can take the donor to the backyard to look for them." The son-in-law politely said.

Song Ci was completely undefended, and nodded to him, "OK."

The young boy walked ahead to lead the way and went all the way to the backyard.

There is a huge yew tree in the backyard of Yanxiang Temple. I do n’t know how many years it has been planted. The sky is covered by the sun, and there is no one under the tree. Song Ci realized that he might have been deceived. "What about people? Don't you say they're all in the backyard?"

"It's in the backyard." The boy pointed at the yew tree with a smile, "Look at that."

Song Ci looked suspiciously, and saw that the tree body suddenly moved as if it were alive, the old skin cracked, and suddenly cyan faces appeared, eyes closed. Qiankun Listening Book Network www.qktsw.com

Song Ci was the first time I saw such a horrible thing. His legs were frightened and he looked at the young man in horror. "You ..."

The young man smiled coldly, and suddenly waved his hand, and the tree gave birth to long branches, which struck quickly. Song Ci stepped back in a panic and couldn't avoid it. He was pierced directly in the abdomen. Opening his mouth, sucking his blood, he pulled the whole person under the tree, then wrapped in the tree and wrapped it, revealing only one face.

Song Ci only felt the pain in his abdomen and pierced his heart. He wanted to cry but he was choked in his throat. His whole body was wrapped in immobility. At the same time, the blood was lost and it seemed like something had passed from the branches to maintain his life.

Song Ci was trapped in a tree from noon to sunset, with a very weak breath, closed his eyes, and collapsed on the edge of death, but was supported by the force delivered by the branches.

Fearing death instinct, he regretted it violently.

At first he thought that if he was not angry with his mother, would he still be able to live in the world, he had many ways to get away from his dilemma in the Liang family, each of which was better than dying slowly in the tree now.

Later, he thought that his father and mother were old, and they already had the experience of sending white hair to black people. Now I ’m here again. I do n’t know if they can stand it. Besides, he is also the only seedling in the family. This time he died. It is considered that the incense was completely broken for Liang Jiayu.

I don't know if it will be cursed under Jiuquan.

Or Liang Shuli had a grudge in his heart, he didn't want to have a rebirth in the prefecture, what to do when he came to fight him.

Until later, Song Ci had no strength to blame, nor was he afraid of strength. His consciousness became vague, his face became gray, and he became more and more like other people.

Until he jumped into the gate with a pair of feet, he suddenly dragged him out of the tree with a pair of hands, and a wonderful force broke into his body, giving him a last breath.

Song Ci struggling to support his heavy eyelids, and saw the person in front of him wearing an apricot robe, squatting in front of him to see him, a pair of golden eyes were clear and pure, looked at him as if he was looking, and slowly uttered, " Song Ci? "

Song Ci reached out and grabbed his garment corner, "Save me ..."

The man took out a bright red fruit with his backhand and handed it to his mouth. "Eat?"

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty." Song Ci said, "Save me ..."

The man with golden eyes smiled. "This can save your life, but you will pay a little price."

Song Ci was weak and weak. When he heard that this fruit could save his life, he didn't think about anything else. He opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but the man pulled back and let him bite empty.

Song Ci was anxious, but he suddenly felt that he nodded on his forehead. Jin Guang flowed from his finger to his eyebrow and instantly dispelled the mist in Song Ci's head. He became sober at this moment, and even could clearly feel his life. Passing.

"If you think about it, if you eat this fruit, you will become a monster, and you will no longer be able to integrate into the world, and show filial piety to your father and mother. You will even be displaced and suffer as a result. More importantly ... ... "

The man's voice rang slowly in his ears, and a little more in Song Ci's brows, a strange figure appeared in his mind.

The man had long white hair, straight fox ears, dazzling gold robes, followed by nine furry tails that bloomed like flowers, and the blue eyes looked far away with a warm smile.

"Your future life will be tightly intertwined with this person. If you can accept it, eat this fruit and you will be reborn."

Song Ci thought a lot at this moment.

Taking this fruit is equivalent to giving up everything and leaving only one life, but if you give up this fruit, you are giving up everything, including this life.

The past scenes emerged in his mind, the death of Liang Shuli, the cold eyes of Mrs. Liang, the babble in the world's back, and the years of injustice.

At last he fixed himself on the handsome man who smiled warmly. He resolutely reached out and took down the demon fruit. When he took the first bite, tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, as if to declare all the fetters and cuts.

Or, the beginning of all fetters.

The golden-eyed man smiled lazily. "Welcome back, Song Ci."

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