Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

No matter how dissatisfied Chu Lian was, Ye Shengge's plan to recruit students was decided. Then they sealed the Demon's Horn together and left the town, leaving only a promise to come back in two years.

As spring passes and autumn comes, the mute girl has been waiting silently holding the baby in her arms.

Wen Xuan quietly watched her waiting figure until the day she died. He wasn't sure how long it had passed, but at least until that day, he had never seen Ye Shengge again.

In the snow, Wen Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

Simply shook his palm, "Brother."

Wen Xuan did not immediately respond, as if his mind was still immersed in the illusion. After a while, he gradually returned to reality, blinked those eyes, and sighed softly, "That's it."

It is naturally impossible for him to see Ye Shengge again, because Ye Shengge has long since fallen. Just fifty years ago, just between those two years.

This illusion made Wen Xuan understand many things.

Why did a half-demon son eventually become a disciple of Shui Yunzong? Why did Chu Lian dislike him but still accept him as a disciple? Why did he find in his body the divine thoughts left by others, and why he clearly has the sky monster But the bloodline couldn't find a bit of evil spirit, everything was answered in this past.

The center of everything is that person, Ye Shengge.

Wen Xuan pursed his lips, feeling a dull pain in his heart. He has heard of Ye Shengge's name for many years, and he has regretted the death of this man, but it is the first time that he is like this, and he is heartbroken by this matter.

He had always thought that it was someone who was very far away from him, never thought that they had been so close before, never thought that they almost had the bond of master and apprentice. The seal of the evil spirit and the deduction of the exercises were all things Ye Shengge did for his apprentice who was about to accept.

However, Ye Shengge failed to return to this small town. This bond between mentoring and apprenticeship has always ended up with the word "almost".

"That's the case." Wen Xuan sighed again, as if to take away the grief in his heart with this repeated sigh.

Then he walked away from the simple shoulder and stood up.

"Brother, are you going back?" Jian Jian asked him.

Wen Xuan nodded.

Jian Jian looked at him like this, inevitably a little worried, "Is it all right?"

Wen Xuan smiled and turned his gaze to the small town, "The only reason I didn't want to go back before was because I didn't know how to face them."

Whenever he thought of the blood of the demon in his body, his guilt and guilt would always overwhelm him. But his previous feelings for the townspeople were actually far more than that.

In addition to guilt, what he couldn't let go of was the death of his mother.

In whose hands did the mother finally die? If his mother really died to protect him, or died because of the anger of the townspeople, would he be qualified to mention hatred to those people? This is an unsolvable problem. Whether he hates or not, he will be subjected to moral torture. Fortunately, he didn't need to face this problem, because what the old man Qian said was not all true.

Although the townsfolk did anger their mother and hated Wenxuan's wicked species, this was not the cause of their mother's death.

Ye Shengge was willing to accept Wenxuan as his disciple. Before leaving, he would naturally consider the lives of the mother and son during those two years. He had given his mother a sum of money, and he had also asked the townspeople to put down their hatred and treat them well. In the eyes of the townspeople, the two monks who killed the demon were like gods, so even if they were unwilling in all possible ways, they always endured their hatred, and never did anything to kill people because of hatred.

The facts are much simpler and ironic than Wen Xuan originally intended.

The cause of his mother's death was actually the money Ye Shengge gave. Only she and her two brothers knew the money. Seeing Cai's ambition, the two older brothers initially considered Ye Shengge's possible return at any time. After dormant for a period of time, they couldn't help but joined forces to kill her.

Thinking of his mother's final death, Wen Xuan still felt cold. Most people are kinder than he thought, but there are always people who are a hundred times more vicious than he could imagine. This hatred is finally clear and plain, without any impurities.

"Those two," Wen Xuan asked, "what happened afterwards?"

I heard what he was asking in a nutshell, and immediately shrugged, "Dead."

Wen Xuan shifted his gaze to Jian Jian's face.

"If you ask the people in the town about this matter, you will know it immediately." Jian Jian told him, "Just after that, they didn't know if it was a guilty conscience or something, and they ran into the mountains with the money. , And then died in the mountain without knowing it."

"Is it unclear?"

"Supposedly," said these two words briefly, and then paused for a while before continuing, "It's a female ghost who is killing her."

Wen Xuan raised the corners of his mouth immediately, "If this is the case, it would be great."

But as a result, the hatred that had just ignited in Wen Xuan's heart had nowhere to stay. He couldn't help sighing again, "but he didn't even give me a chance for revenge."

"This shows that she doesn't want you to spend time on things like revenge." Jian Jian got up, stood beside Wen Xuan, and looked at the small town with Wen Xuan, "Brother, your mother, I must hope you Live more freely and happily."

Hearing these words, thinking of the figure in the illusion who always protected him, Wen Xuan felt like a warm flow flowing through his heart. He raised his hand and patted Jian Jian twice, "Thank you, Junior Brother Jian."

After speaking, Wen Xuan took a step forward, leading him to the direction of the town.

Now that the facts are clear, Wenxuan has only pure guilt left for the townspeople. Although he was still under pressure, he knew how to face it.

"This time I really thank you." Wenxuan said on the road, "The past that you showed me is really important to me. Really, I can't thank you too much."

Jian Jian lowered his head and smiled shyly.

"But you still don't want to do this kind of thing again." Wen Xuan's next sentence was this.

Simply looked over in amazement.

"You were doing this when I broke into your room in the afternoon." Wen Xuan turned his head to meet his gaze, "This has a great impact on your body, right?"

Simply looking away, avoiding the line of sight, "Also...fortunately..."

The three words, the more he speaks, the smaller his voice becomes, and in the end it is so small that he can hardly hear it.

"Don't do this anymore." Wen Xuan was firm and could not refute, "This is just one example, not the next."

There is no simple way, so I curled my lips, "I see."

While talking, the small town was already in front of him. At this time, the sky was already bright, a faint white light appeared on the horizon, and the early townspeople had begun to walk into the fields.

The Daoren Sun who had been with them before found out that they were gone and rushed out of the house in a hurry. Before he could find them in the town, he saw them walking along the road together.

Sun Daoren breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to greet him, but he was taken aback when he saw the atmosphere between the two.

It is an atmosphere that is difficult to describe. The two obviously just walked side by side, but it made people feel as if something was slowly flowing between them, sticky and greasy, and could not tolerate other people.

This weird feeling made Sun Daoren stunned for a moment. Until the two had walked from the road to the front of the house, they took the initiative to greet him.

After Daoren Sun nodded in response, the two finally separated and walked to their houses separately. Sun Daoren was a little puzzled, thinking that the weird feeling before was his own illusion, but when he looked back at this time, he saw that the two men looked at each other and smiled and said goodbye.

That look didn't know how to describe it, in short, Sun Taoist got goose bumps all over.

Sun Daoren remembered the simple appearance of Wen Xuan when he disappeared in the Snow Mountain before, and realized afterwards that it was not the reaction that ordinary juniors should have to seniors. He rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, quickly avoided the two of them, and went straight back to his room.

After Wenxuan returned to the house, he took a short rest and then went out again.

He went to find the old money man before. It was still very early at this time, and Old Man Qian had already got up at such an age.

"This Daoist, what else is there?" He was a little surprised by Wen Xuan's visit again, but he was not surprised. He swept his eyes on Wen Xuan twice, "Could it be that I answered your question yesterday, but the answer was not clear enough. ?"

In fact, if you experience it carefully, you can find that although his attitude towards Wen Xuan is still polite, his tone is not respectful, even with a bit of sharp ridicule.

Wen Xuan did not answer, but looked at the old man quietly for a long while.

There was an idea in his mind. Since Ye Shengge had explained before he left, these townspeople should be prepared for him to be led to the path of spiritual practice. So for this cultivator who suddenly came to inquire about the old things, the old man in front of him may have already made his own judgment.

Wen Xuan did not ask anything to verify this guess. He just stood there quietly for a while, then bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head.

Old Man Qian was shocked, he patted his palm heavily on the chair and almost jumped up from the chair. But after only an instant, the old man calmed down and sat firmly on the chair again, feeling the kneeling firmly without any intention of stopping him.

Just as Wen Xuan was kneeling without a word, he just watched without a word.

Until Wen Xuan finally left, they didn't have any communication.

After coming out of Old Man Qian's house, Wen Xuan went to another family nearby. This time he did not knock on the door to bother him, but stood on the street, facing the family, also knelt on the ground and knocked his head.

Then came the next one.

That's it for Wenxuan, walking from town to town. There are more than 100 households in the town. Most people don't even know who he is or what it has to do with this town. Many of them even don't even know what happened in this town 50 years ago. But Wenxuan walked all the way, family knelt, family worship, not even one fell.

From early morning to noon, everyone saw such a weird behavior of this Taoist. They gave pointers and talked about it, and almost no one knew what Wen Xuan was doing.

But what does it matter? Wen Xuan knows it himself.

After kneeling the last house, even if it was the body of the monk, Wen Xuan's knee already had some pain. He exhaled and finally ended all this, and walked slowly to his residence.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, he met the old man again. Old Man Qian stood in the middle of the road with his cane, seemingly walking, or waiting for him.

"Does it make sense?" Old Man Qian squeezed the crutch tightly. "If you do this, you will be satisfied? Happy? Freed?"

Wen Xuan nodded and bowed to him without replying.

"Do you think that by doing this, you can pay for your sins?" Old Man Qian banged his stick on the ground with a loud noise, "Do you think you can be forgiven like this?"

Wen Xuan raised his head and said a word.

He said, "I am not guilty."