"Why don't you go into the valley?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"I'm afraid to see him die." Shouque grew older, and his emotions were out of control and affected her remnant soul, which was directly revealed in his appearance. "I'm afraid I can't help but eat his soul."

"Do you like him?"

Shouque blinked his eyes full of tears, "Does this like it? I don't know, I just... just want to listen to him, be assigned by him, and then everyone will do things together. He has what I lack the most."

"A complete soul?"

"No, your soul smells more delicious than his. He has... faith, the firmest belief I have ever seen. I hope to be as firm as him. Don't you think that? I think we are both sick and sympathetic. Others know why we live, and are happy and sad for this. You and I have nothing to do with it. Others are down-to-earth, we are floating in the air, others are awake, and only we are still in dreams, but why is it unnecessary? You said, is this a dream? Whose dream is it?"

Shouque stared at Mu Xingqiu, as if he had regarded him as General Mu, hoping to get something firm from him.

This is exactly what Mu Xingqiu cannot give her. "You are right. We are the same. This is the punishment you should be punished if you lose your memory."

Mu Xingqiu walked into the valley, and Shouque cried again in disappointment. After waiting for a while, he followed him from afar and walked into the valley.

Two people who were drifting with the flow naturally drifted towards the only solid land.

The whispers spread from the middle of the valley to the surroundings, like groups of green silkworms eating mulberry leaves. Due to damage to the inner elixir, Mu Xingqiu's eyes were not as sharp as before. He could only see shadows in the night. Some were chatting in a low voice, and some were praying intently.

Most people hold statues of gods in their hands. This is not something that General Mu uses magic to transform, but they are made of soil and wood themselves, which looks even more rough. Some are just a piece of branches.

"The ancient god bless General Mu for immortality. Let me replace him. It doesn't matter how much an old guy like me dies. General Mu shouldn't die." The old lady held the little grandson's hand tightly with one hand, held the statue of the god in the other hand, and begged to the ancient god in a low voice.

The little grandson's eyes were dripping, but he didn't dare to say anything until he saw the person coming towards him, and he couldn't help but take a breath. He still didn't dare to speak, and kept shaking his grandmother's arm.

The old lady opened her faint eyes and looked closely with the light of the stars and moon, and was also shocked, "This is not...you are not..."

Mu Xingqiu's appearance attracted many misunderstandings, and the crowd rushed in and retreated, because this "General Mu" was different from another. Not only did he have shorter hair, his clothes were more ragged, and his expression was not as compassionate as the world, but he was a kind of transcendent indifference. Even so, the mortals ahead still gave way.

There was a circle of people kneeling around the earth platform, all of General Mu's original followers. When they heard the noise behind him, they turned around and looked at Mu Xingqiu who was walking towards him. They were also surprised. They had originally forbidden others to approach General Mu, but then they automatically moved away.

General Mu sat on the ground platform and looked not seriously injured. His face was scaryly pale. When he saw Mu Xingqiu, he smiled a little on his face, "When I heard about losing my memory, I guessed it would be you."

"Do you recognize me?" Mu Xingqiu walked closer.

General Mu nodded and said to Shouque who followed him: "Please set a ban, I want to talk to him alone."

Shouque set up nine levels of prohibitions one after another, all of which were illusions of mind and thoughts, and he still hadn't finished his mind, so he repaired it for a while. After thinking about it, he exited the restriction and gave up the place.

More and more mortals gathered around. They could see two "General Mu" with almost the same appearance, but could not hear them. The people who came later had not seen Mu Xingqiu come before. They thought it was General Mu's magic and could not help asking around. So the sound in the valley changed from a group of silkworms chewing leaves to a rain hitting banana leaves, and a piece of sound rang out.

"My name is Jincu. You are the real General Mu. Do you want to hear about your past?"

"I'm still... not listening." Zuo Liuying once reminded Mu Xingqiu that it would be better to know less about himself. Although Mu Xingqiu didn't like this Taoist priest who pointed at it at all, he felt that his words made sense. His mind, which was too full, might be troublesome when accepting lost memories.

"Do you want to hear about my past?"

"Um."

"I am not a descendant of the demon clan. My mother is a brocade-tailed horse from Pangshan. My father comes from Yelin Town. It is an ordinary maroon horse. It has some connection with you. So when I transform into a demon, I unconsciously become yours. Apart from that, we have nothing to do with you. You and I are not brothers. I used to be the king of spirit demons and the king of demons. Even before transforming into a demon, I can compete with the horse king. I believe that I am a born king. This is my belief, so no matter where I go, I will voluntarily shoulder the heaviest responsibility. Everyone is willing to follow me, because the place I go is always dangerous."

"Is this why you came to Huangjing? Did you expect there will be a disaster for the Five Elements?"

"No, I knew nothing about this disaster before I came. I wanted to challenge my abilities. The position of king was too easy. I used the fear and expectation of the demons to easily gain support. This made me more and more arrogant and think I was different. However, the facts proved that I was just an ordinary demon clan, even worse. Because of my arrogance, I refused to correct my problems. So I walked into the territory of mankind and came to Huangjing, because this is the most unlikely place to accept me. I think if I could also get support here, I would be considered a real king."

"So that's it." Mu Xingqiu felt Jin Cu's frankness and understood why he had to talk privately. These words didn't feel good to mortals. "What's the way of the weak? You made it up yourself?"

Jincu shook his head, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "The way of the weak exists, but it is not what you or others see."

"Is the spell you taught me wrong?" Mu Xingqiu was a little confused. Zhao Chuye and others thought that Jincuo was a liar, but he believed in "General Mu" very much like Shouque.

"The spell is right, but it is not the original intention of the weak." Jincuo paused for a while and began to tell his experience of enlightenment in the forest.

After listening silently, Mu Xingqiu found that he was increasingly agreeing with Zhao Chuye's point of view, "Don't you think you were deceived? The old man Hong Futian and the group of women who stopped the country are probably all transformed from magic to deceive you into accepting the so-called "way of the weak."

"It is said that when a child is sick, his parents will make up some lies to deceive them into taking medicine. In the forest, I am the sick child. He knew that medicine was a good thing, but he refused to take it because he was afraid of hardship. So he took roundabout means to let me take medicine."

"who is he?"

Jincu pulled open his collar and exposed the tree-shaped pattern on his chest. It grew a little longer, but it was still a small tree. "Have you heard of the sacred tree in Bangli? Oh, you don't remember it. It was the source of all the practice methods in the world, and was later killed by Taoism and demons in unison."

"You got the soul of the divine tree?"

"The divine tree has no soul, it is itself. The external form and the inner quality are indistinguishable, and there is no place to accommodate things like soul. Let me ask you, what will the tree become after it dies?"

Mu Xingqiu was stunned, "It will rot, and then... turn into insect food and other plants and nutrients."

"What after a person dies?"

"As much like a tree."

"Where is the sacred tree?"

Mu Xingqiu felt enlightened and thought for a moment, "It wants to nourish the new tree... Are you that new tree?"

"I'm not. At most, I'm a little bug, eating some of the sacred trees and spreading them."

"I don't understand why the old man and woman can still be transformed into death when the sacred tree dies? Why can you still be selected?"

"It didn't choose me, it was me who chose him." Jincu's eyes glowed, because he was about to talk about the core of the way of the weak. "Some things will only appear in front of the seeker, such as a puzzled problem, a new method of practice, such as your memory, and they will not be recognized even if they appear in the eyes of the unrelated person. In the forest, I am a sick person, searching for a prescription, so it appears. Do you understand? It is there, but I found it. If someone deceived me, it is myself. I deceived myself to take the medicine and understand the way of the weak."

Mu Xingqiu seemed to understand something, but after thinking about it carefully, he became even more confused, "What exactly is the way for the weak?"

"The way to the weak is the vanity and ambition of the strong. There are many people like me in this world. Please allow me to reveal a little bit. In the past, you were like me. You were born to be a leader, and for this reason you were even willing to go to the dangerous land, because only the dangerous land had more opportunities to make a name for yourself. The weak and the strong are not completely isolated. There are many things that connect them together. The weak attract the strong to sacrifice their heads and sprinkle their blood. In this process, strength is just a means. Even the coldest Taoist priests are actually used by the weak unconsciously. The competition, battle and fear between them have cut down big trees so that the grass below can see the sun."

"Even so?" Mu Xingqiu pointed to the broken scene around him. The damage caused by the Five Elements Calamity was in front of him, and none of the surviving mortals were surviving.

"This is just the beginning. Only after seeing the result can you know who wins and loses between the strong and the weak. Kun Dun is the biggest strong, so it is also the biggest disaster. He has aroused public anger, and he will eventually fall."

"Then what's the point of everything you're doing now?"

"All this is to satisfy my own vanity. I have been satisfied. Mu Xingqiu, it's time for you to continue."

"I?"

"I borrowed your appearance and name. From this point of view, we are indeed brothers. I suspect that even my vanity and ambition were learned from you, so you should continue. There is no need to gather mortals together. Once the weather is calm, they will soon split. Let them go. The more they disperse the better. They will spread the path of the weak and inspire more vanity and ambition."

Jincuo stood up, came to Mu Xingqiu, and signaled him to walk out of the ban together.

Nearly ten thousand mortals looked at the earth platform. They saw that Mu Fei fell down and General Mu walked out alone.

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