Chapter 570: Feeling sad
Fu Qingzhou stayed up all night.
He did not go back to the courtyard or the inn. Seeing his distracted look, Yuan Ziping did not dare to disturb him. Instead, he went to find Tang Jiao. The two of them pulled several beds from Dongshi overnight. When I came to the big house, I swept out three rooms, made beds, and used them as temporary sleeping quarters.
It was already late at night, the lights in Yuan Ziping's room had been turned off long ago, and the window of Tang Jiao's room was still reflecting candlelight. I don't know why she hadn't fallen asleep yet.
The lights in Fu Qingzhou's room were dim, but he didn't sleep either.
He leaned against the window and looked out at the heavy snow.
That night, he tried again and again to enter the state of opening his eyes, but all failed.
Every time he tried, his brain felt like countless steel needles were pierced deeply into it and stirred wildly. He could not open his eyes again.
Fu Qingzhou knew that this should hurt his soul.
So he stopped trying and just looked at the falling snow, chewing over and over in his mind the scenes he had seen today.
It's not that he hasn't experienced Qi Ranjue's brainwashing... During the several times when he lost his mind, Qi Ranjue took advantage of the situation and turned himself into a crazy lunatic who wanted to kill everyone he saw.
But, that turned out to be just an appearance.
Qi Ranjue's real killer move is like still water flowing deep, hidden in details that he is completely unaware of, leading him to see a false world, making him think that those people deserve to die.
And he didn't have to kill those people...
Fu Qingzhou clenched his fist tightly, digging his nails into his flesh, drawing blood.
"I also asked Wu Yan to seek forgiveness from others...but what about myself? Who am I?"
He laughed at himself and drew the German sword from his waist with his backhand.
The German sword, which had shrunk into a short blade, was held in his hand, faintly glowing with soft and neutral white light.
“You are not that smart.”
Fu Qingzhou said softly: “When Jiang Baichuan believed that he was the most righteous person in the world, you recognized him, completely unaware that he had another A layer of identity; it’s the same for me now. I was clearly manipulated by the technique and killed people I shouldn’t have killed, and you didn’t know it either.”
Of course, Dejian would not answer, but just flashed a faint light.
Fu Qingzhou shook his head and put the sword back on his waist.
There is a stone in his heart, dull and heavy, but he doesn't know how to vent it... What's worse is that he is very scared now.
He was afraid that before he did anything, he would be influenced by Qi Ranjue again and kill someone he shouldn't kill again!
What if the next time you meet someone who is in a life-and-death struggle with you, the other person clearly wants to beg for mercy and there is a way to save him, but you suddenly don’t know it and kills the other person? What should you do?
The smoker was around me back then, but I couldn't even hear its reminders and warnings... What about the future? Who else can warn me, who can stop me?
"Who can stop me..."
Thinking of this, Fu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, you can find a way to find someone to stop me! Qi Ranjue can block, It distorts my perception, but it cannot change the objective external force!”
Without any hesitation, he immediately climbed out of the window and jumped out of the house without even leaving the door.
In just a moment, he thought of where to go - Jin Chan Temple.
Of course, for this kind of thing, you need to find someone with a high level of knowledge. The higher the level, the better. They have extensive knowledge and countless treasures in their hands, so they can help you more.
At present, there are only two most powerful people in the capital, one is Ning Baimei and the other is Master Huikong.
Ning Baimei... When she went back to look for him last time, he had decided to go into seclusion. Now that a few days have passed, he should have disappeared.
Then there is only Huikong.
Although Jin Chan Temple is said to be moving out of the capital and back to the south of the Yangtze River, this will not happen overnight after all. Master Huikong must still be in the temple!
Although it was very late at night, Fu Qingzhou did not want to delay for a moment and rushed to Jinchan Temple immediately.
There was already a curfew in the capital, so he used his legs to run and leap all the way. His whole body almost turned into an afterimage that was invisible to the naked eye, melting into the wind, whistling away. This was even the first time he ran at full strength after entering the Seventh Realm.
Not long after, he was standing in front of the gate of Jinchan Temple, panting.
Even though it was late at night, there was a monk guarding the mountain at the gate of Jinchan Temple. When he saw Fu Qingzhou coming, the first thing the monk said was: "Donor, our temple does not open the gate late at night, please come back... uh , are you the donor? ”
When he saw Fu Qingzhou approaching, he finally recognized him - after all, almost all the monks who survived the battle at Jinchan Temple recognized him.
Then the monk's eyes lit up: "You came here late at night, do you have something important to do?"
"It would be best if you recognized me."
Fu Qingzhou gasped Qi said: "I'm here to see Master Huikong. Can you inform me?"
Hearing this, the monk clearly hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Fu Qingzhou asked.
The monk smiled helplessly: "Almsgiver Fu, Master Huikong...has gone into seclusion."
"He has also gone into seclusion?" Fu Qingzhou suddenly felt empty.
Huikong has also gone into seclusion, who else can he turn to?
But at this moment, Huikong's child-like voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Almsgiver Fu, come on, I am not in seclusion."
When this voice sounded, the monk's expression paused and he stood upright involuntarily. He had obviously heard Huikong's voice.
Fu Qingzhou felt much relieved and smiled slightly at the young monk.
Along the way, you can see that the woods and temples that were destroyed during the previous wars have no longer been repaired. They are simply repaired or blocked up so that they no longer look like ruins. So ugly.
The place where Huikong retreats is a small Buddhist hall in the deepest part of Jinchan Temple. When you push the door and enter, the old figure of the young novice sits under the green lamp, facing the Buddha statue in front, knocking on the door. Holding a wooden fish, he muttered something.
"Master Huikong."
Fu Qingzhou had a lot of respect for this master. After entering the Buddhist hall, he immediately put his hands together and bowed slightly.
The sound of the wooden fish stopped, Huikong turned around, smiled at him, pointed to the empty futon beside him: "Donor Fu, please sit down."
Fu Qingzhou let out a breath, He sat down cross-legged on the futon, but couldn't help but sigh.
Huikong smiled and said: "Donor Fu, are you feeling sad?"
"You are feeling... sad?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly and said: "It's true that I feel sad."
He shook his head and said everything he was thinking without hiding anything.
Qi Ranjue is not a big secret, it is not even a good thing. Fu Qingzhou is not afraid of others coveting it at all.
Listening to him quietly, Huikong's expression became serious.
“That’s it.”
He raised his head and looked at the statue, and his tone was a little sad: "He never mentioned Qi Ranjue to Lao Na. So this is the reason why he went to destruction..."
Fu Qingzhou was startled: "Master? "
"It doesn't matter."
Huikong retracted his gaze and smiled at him: "Donor Fu, it is a great good thing that you can realize that you have a problem—— If you want to leave a warning for yourself, I will naturally help you."
After that, he opened his mouth and called softly: "Yuanzhen, go to the top floor of the Jing Pavilion and get the Kuhai Lamp Bell."< br>
(End of this chapter)