Chapter 35 Destroy what you hate
"……Who are you?"
An Jing, who was still a little immersed in past memories, quickly reacted. He did not answer the question, but asked: "Why ask?"
【What do you want? 】The voice continued to ask softly, ignoring An Jing's inquiry.
An Jing narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed: "I see, this is a ritual sacrifice?"
He teased: "Master Fuxie, is this the demon you killed? Why isn't he dead?"
[Oh, my defeated general is just a wisp of his soul hiding away] The sword spirit rarely raised his emotions, he sneered, and then seriously told An Jing: [You continue the ritual ceremony, I must concentrate on exploring the location of my fragments. I can’t help you at the moment]
"Understood." An Jing clearly sensed at this moment that the other eight people who were spiritually connected to him were all caught up in various desires.
For example, Gu Yeqi, who regarded her as her elder brother, all she wanted to do was to return to northern Xinjiang, bring enough food back to her father, find her missing mother, and have a good meal as a family. For some reason, she actually had her own shadow in her dream.
For example, the little dwarf Qin Yunye trains the hardest in order to grow taller and become stronger. In this way, in the future, she can protect her parents and relatives and kill those evil people. Instead of being able to hide under the pine needles and watch his parents being killed and eaten by robbers.
Another example is Cang Lingzu. He loves practicing martial arts. All he wants is to have a peaceful place to practice martial arts and have enough opponents to hone himself and improve himself. Life in Xuanming Village is what he wants most. He exercises and practices every day. , fight, eat, sleep. If he could, he could live like this for the rest of his life and never complain.
If possible... Kurashizu still wants to challenge himself. He didn't think he was going to win, but he wanted his own recognition.
When An Jing saw this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He had long recognized these companions of his, but maybe in order to hide his true trump card, he acted a little coldly.
There were others, other familiar people.
After leading the team for more than three months, An Jing and these 'little friends' couldn't say that they knew everything about them, but at least they knew a lot about their past.
These desires, desires, and hatreds are now like words on paper, leaping into his eyes.
As these members of the group gradually sank into the illusion, dark demonic energy poured into their minds, dragging them deeper into the world.
That is the demonic energy contained in the ‘demon meat’.
Without the guidance of demonic energy, the demon cannot seduce them, so from the beginning, people who are too easily affected by demonic energy will be eliminated, but this is not a waste, because demonic energy will also spontaneously react to people's destiny, and then It manifests miraculous characteristics and then becomes the raw material of 'big medicine'.
At the same time, even if one has a physique that can resist demonic energy, taking demon meat for many years will cause excessive accumulation of demonic energy in some people's bodies, making their minds easily captured by demons.
The result would be death, even Anjing could not be saved, and the outcome was already destined to be death.
Fortunately, An Jing has been secretly teaching his team members to practice meditation and dissolve the demonic thoughts in their hearts since he learned the truth about demon meat.
Because there was no need to accompany An Jing to practice more, and there was also a rare rest time for quiet practice, everyone practiced very seriously, so there was not much demonic energy in the first group, at least it was not a fatal situation.
Not to mention, they are connected with each other through ritual chains, which can drag each other and slow down the speed of degradation - each person's mind can help others get out of some mazes that they can't get out of themselves. This is the power of 'teammates' significance.
However, the role of teammates also has limits. Unless their own souls bloom with brilliance, otherwise, as the ceremony continues, An Jing can confirm that at least one person in his group will be completely eroded by the demonic energy.
On the contrary, he himself had a clear soul and was extremely sober, and was not affected by the ritual sacrifice at all.
【What do you want? 】The voice asked again, and countless illusions emerged from the darkness.
But Anjing returned to northern Xinjiang. There was no frost disaster or barbarian army. He and his parents lived peacefully in his hometown and became a well-known businessman.
In some cases, Anjing has learned the family martial arts, has achieved great success, and decided to travel around the world to find his own destiny. His parents are saying goodbye to him.
Some Anjing studied eight articles and thirteen classics, embarked on the road to the imperial examination, and then became a scholar, promoted people, and Jinshi along the way, and then entered the sacred capital, picked up Dharma baskets, met saints, and gained immortality.
There are also many Anjings. Their clothes, body shapes, ages and temperaments are all different, but they have some similarities, like derivatives of infinite parallel time and space, endlessly branching off.
But An Jing always had bright eyes and remained unmoved.
Because he knows very well that these are not him and are not choices he would make. Because he is not an ordinary northern Xinjiang boy, he is a person with Su Hui, the wisdom of another world.
What's more, he has the approval of the sword spirit and can go to another world.
The choices he would make and the path he would embark on could never be so ordinary.
【What do you hate? 】The voice seemed to be aware of this and changed the question.
This time, specific figures and things appeared one after another: cauliflower, carrots, the homeless man who lied to himself about candied haws when he was a child, the picky eater and spitting horse... These shadows are very illusory, they are all erratic and vague memories.
An Jing just frowned, and then smiled with relief: "It turns out that neither I nor Ma like to eat carrots and cauliflower."
But then, the person or object that appeared became more real, causing An Jing's originally relaxed smile to gradually fade away, and his face became solemn.
He saw it.
Robbers who set fire to the county town and looted supplies.
——Bleeding knife.
Exchanging lives and cooking flesh and blood for hungry people.
——Gnawing white bones.
Guards who stood tall and refused to pass.
——People kneeling.
The gentry who bribed the sergeants and drove away the victims.
——That look of contempt and disgust.
And...most importantly.
Those dead children, the medicine jar in the rainy night, the dungeon, the tragedy in the dream.
——Those lives that died without knowing it and were forgotten, the faces that remained hesitant until the end of their lives.
Individual figures, objects that are either blurry or clear. They are either abstract, concrete, a simple look, or a concrete real person.
Screams, bones. Wail, flesh. Swords, corpses. Eyes, forgetfulness.
Jackals, tigers and leopards, and natural disasters are worse than a closed city gate.
It is better to gradually forget about the battles and massacres and the catastrophe of life and death.
At this moment, An Jing couldn't help but smile.
Faced with destiny, he didn't care at all, because he didn't believe in the illusory future, but only believed in the path he took.
He doesn't care about what he wants, because what he wants is far better than what this darkness manifests.
But... facing these people and things he hates, those arrogant and overlooking eyes, those realities that make him angry and sad, sad and unwilling, unable to change and unwilling to close his eyes...
He couldn't ignore it, didn't care.
There is no way to let it go.
(End of chapter)