Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 262: 3 feet tongue
After listening, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and looked at Pei Ziyun. As Pei Ziyun had expected, he understood: "Songyun Sect Master?"
Pei Ziyun flashed a smile, bared his teeth, glanced at the middle-aged man: "I know your identity, your illness is not a common disease, do you want me to continue talking?"
The lying middle-aged man suddenly changed his expression. He looked at Pei Ziyun intently and suddenly calmed down. Looking at his wife and daughter, his tone became milder: "You and girl, you go out first ."
Listening to her father's sudden change of tone, the girl was taken aback, did not speak, and stood up hesitantly, while the middle-aged woman took her hand out.
Pei Ziyun sat down on a stool, and the girl looked back from time to time, wanting to see some on the faces of her father and this young son.
"You are treating your daughter maliciously, wanting to isolate the relationship and reduce the influence of sin, but have you ever thought about how your daughter feels?" Pei Ziyun stared at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man coughed violently and cried out heartbreakingly: "What do you know? Do you know that our two families hate? Do you know what happened to my family?"
Pei Ziyun sneered: "I don't know? I don't know it's you, right?"
There was no oil lamp in the room, but there was some stench, and the light was a little dim. After saying this, Pei Ziyun walked slowly with his hands on his back, stood still for a long time, and said word by word: "Heaven and earth, the aura is not Constant, the difficulty between forward and reverse is simply not comparable."
"In the previous three hundred years, the reason for the death was because of the violent expropriation of natural and man-made disasters, and the people could no longer survive."
"The revolution is brewing only with the shouts of these hundreds of millions of people. This is a big number. It goes according to the sky but depends on the people." At this point, Pei Ziyun glanced melancholy: "You are a scholar, a servant of an official and eunuch. , Should understand this."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled.
Revolution is more important in following the heavens and responding to people. Of course, he knows that every dynasty is "submitted to heaven", and every dynasty is established on the basis of eliminating the "mandate" of the previous dynasty. , This is the highest jurisprudence of historical renewal.
"It’s not that the old dynasty cannot be redeemed, manpower can sustain the sky. Although ZTE is very difficult, it is not uncommon to redeem it for decades."
"The general uprising, which is finally suppressed, is of this kind."
Pei Ziyun sighed, the Huangchao Uprising and the Taiping Rebellion in his own world are all of this kind. Later generations think it is normal, but in fact, success or failure is on the line.
"Even if it cannot be restored, through the ages, loyal ministers and heroic martyrdoms have repeatedly appeared, and they are all taken for granted. Although the new dynasty is against the monarchs and ministers, it rarely commits crimes, and often gives praise after a few decades. I already have this idea, but it hasn't been issued yet, and it is left to the next emperor."
"But why is your father Du Zinong so tragic that he is not on the list?"
"Because your father is not in the sky, you should not be a man."
"Shuntian, how can you rely on supernatural powers to cut off the Qianlong that represents the will of heaven?"
"To respond to people, we should use strategy and courage to use people to counteract it. It's all upright."
"But what your father, as a Taishi, thinks is to dig out the dragon veins by geomantic omen. How did the dragon veins come from? It is because of the wishes of the people. The people pray, and Tianxin listens to it. This is sinned. God!"
"Not to mention, this has led to more disasters, and how many more people have died in the world?"
"You call for injustice, the world calls for injustice, do you hear?"
Pei Ziyun sneered and paced, frowned at the stench in the room, opened the window, some sunlight came in through the window, and the stench seemed to be blown away for a while.
The middle-aged man behind was pale by these words, his lips trembled, and he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, just saying: "You...you really know the details of my family."
"Of course, your surname is Dubu, Cao." Pei Ziyun glanced at him, and then took a few steps: "The world has always been a king and a loser. Your father has broken the dragon vein. If you can really save the world for a hundred years, no, five Ten years is enough, and it's another evaluation-but your father failed."
"Your scholarly family, the family of officials, must be very clear, your father is acting against the sky, and if he is defeated, he will suffer miserable retribution. Your father will be divided by five horses. It is natural that the children and grandchildren will be rewarded. It is just that you have obtained the Taoist dragon vein map. , Won the first opportunity, and moved to this refuge, only for a while without complete retribution."
"I think that even if you are the son of Du Zinong, you must be a bastard. In order to keep the blood, the Du family will suffer sins and some blessings, otherwise you will die on the spot."
"When I first came, I saw that the nearby households were empty, there were no people living, and there were a few graves surrounded by sins. It must be the children of your Du family. The sins will not be scattered after death, in the dark. China also suffers."
"The few people who escaped, because of the serious crimes, it is difficult to survive even in the refuge. Now they are withered and only your house is left. Am I right?"
Pei Ziyun stared at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man burst into tears and burst into tears. All the fierce appearances are disguise, and they are all tyrannical forms of sin.
"Hey!" Pei Ziyun sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing the middle-aged man, or sighing that the Du's family had ended. He walked a few steps and said: "Your daughter has less sins than you, but it's not too small. , The sins have long been entangled, if there is no accident, I am afraid that we will not wait for the fourth generation."
"There is no incense if there is no blood inheritance, and there is no opportunity to save your father's heavenly condemnation. Do you bear it? Great filial piety? Or unfilial?" Pei Ziyun asked.
Following Pei Ziyun's words, there was only crying in the room for a while. For a long time, the middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Pei Ziyun, and asked hoarsely: "Then what do you say I can do?"
Pei Ziyun said lightly: "In fact, the method you think is feasible. As long as the children and grandchildren pass on, the sins of one generation will be lighter than that of the next generation. The sins may be washed away."
"But sins are more and faster than you think, but it's too late. Now the only way is to offset the sins with merit."
Listening to this, the middle-aged man laughed miserably: "Profound fortune? Really rich, and maybe I like my daughter?"
Pei Ziyun nodded and lowered his voice: "What you said is reasonable. To offset your sins, you must have meritorious people. But every merit and merit is hard-won, who will marry your daughter? Yes. People with great merit will be reminded even if they don’t know it."
Listening to this, the middle-aged man did not speak for a while, his head slightly lowered.
"Your family has changed your surname, the Fang family is afraid that you still don't know that you are the Du family?"
"Do you know that Fang Yongjie, with his ancestral virtues, still admires your daughter, and he can offset it if he wants to marry your daughter. I advise him to inherit a son to your family, and it can continue the ancestral incense. This is your last chance for the Du family."
"And even if the sins committed by your father cannot be offset, it can be slowed down, and the descendants of your Du family will not be implicated. When the time comes, the offspring will multiply, and someone will become a high official and seek a title for your father. When the time comes... …You should know what this means?"
Pei Ziyun said coldly, in fact, he thought Fang Yongjie had known it a long time ago, but the other family did not suffer from the Du family's loss, but was just a person killed when conquering the world.
Thousands of people are killed, and one more and one less don’t care.
But at this time, I just don’t know, so persuasion is more effective.
For a while, no one spoke in the room, only the violent cough of the middle-aged person. Even if the window was opened, the room still had a depressive breath. The wind came in, and the trees under the sun could be seen from a distance. Can see the houses, these houses have long been empty.
A swallow flew by and landed on the bird's nest.
The middle-aged man seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it several times.
"My heart is moving? I can't get around for a while, and I still can't make up my mind, right?" Pei Ziyun thought to himself: "But the heart is the best, there is no choice in this matter."
"Consider yourself, whether you want to use the Fang family to cleanse your sins in exchange for the continuation of your family life-you are dead, but your daughter may not be saved now. If you miss it, I am afraid that the Du family’s blood will be cut off. ." Pei Ziyun said and turned to go out.
Pei Ziyun knows that you can’t make men feel that you’re here to beg, and being aggressive can sometimes make people push them to the opposite side, because the more you press, the more you resist. Instead, time is given to think, and there is only one way left. Basically Shanghui had to agree.
Only the middle-aged man is left in the room, suffocating in silence.
"Ah" Pei Ziyun came out of the room, there was a roar and bursts of depressed crying, and the sound of bowling.
When the middle-aged woman heard this, her face changed, her heart frustrated, and she rushed in.
"Father!" The girl stared at Pei Ziyun and hurriedly followed. Seeing the girl's vigilant gaze, Pei Ziyun touched her face and said to herself: "Could it be that I look like a bad person?"
There were voices in the room, and then crying again.
For a long time, the door opened, and the girl went out, her eyes flushed, and she was still in tears. I don’t know what the middle-aged man said just now. She wiped her tears: "Father, please go."
Pei Ziyun entered the room, and the middle-aged man stared at him with red eyes and asked: "You promise to do it?"
Pei Ziyun knew that he had succumbed to ~IndoMTL.com~ It was indeed very painful to marry his daughter to a family who killed his father and enemy, but this was the only way.
Pei Ziyun sighed: "There is no complete guarantee. It can only be said that 70% to 80% of the difficulties in your family can be solved. Of course, it is false to say that there is absolutely no way."
"I am the head teacher of the Songyun Sect and the real person Feng Qining. If I am willing to sacrifice, there are two or three ways to solve it."
"But how can you make me sacrifice?" Pei Ziyun said: "Do you still consider you to be the Du family who was in power a few decades ago?"
According to the information, decades ago, in the Imperial Court, officials ox carts could be lined up for several miles, and hundreds of people were waiting to be met, but now the scenery is never gone.
The middle-aged man was shaking his lips, trying to speak, but couldn't speak, but he coughed fiercely again. After coughing, he seemed to admit his life and sighed: "Since this is the case, there is only this."
Pei Ziyun nodded, and his voice turned soft: "I will send someone some silver, grain, and cloth later."
Seeing the middle-aged man wanting to speak, he waved his hand: "Since we are all married, I still want to use Fang's family to wash away the sins. No matter how high it is, it is hypocritical and even self-deception."
"It's better to be open and honest, do you or don't, your daughter needs a dowry, your wife is also from a scholarly family, and after you have suffered so much, you have to come with all your hardships, right?"
"Even if you are yourself, you have to survive until your second son is born, you recognize the surname, get the first name, and join the genealogy, then you can be considered as successful and successful in the Du family, right?"
The middle-aged man who said something was speechless and burst into tears. Pei Ziyun floated out and sighed in his heart. He was still a little softer. In fact, he had seen his death a moment ago, but he was caught in the last paragraph. The words were dispelled.