There are not many descriptions of the Age of the Eight Kings in human sources, there is no paper, except for some magical powers that can transmit information with objects such as leaves, and most of the others describe the texts by word of mouth.

Most of the classics in the temple are carved on stone tablets, and the stone slabs are full of "secrets that are not transmitted", as well as important contents such as those engraved in the golden body of the Buddha statue.

Cui Que has been to see it, and in this regard, there is nothing that can hide the exploration of spiritual power, but they are all things that are not very useful, relatively common things, and the real cultivation methods are all passed on by word of mouth.

History, on the other hand, is always the most distorted rumor.

No one knows exactly how the eight kings of the Eight Kings came to be, some call them the Chosen One, some say they landed on the land at a certain time to help mankind build the current city, and some say that they were the attendants of the gods, adding to the legend of that era.

When I listened to it before, Cui Que didn't care too much, human beings just have such a habit, they will arrange their unattainable characters high, so that it seems that looking up at them themselves is also standing at an unprecedented height, forcing a lot taller.

Therefore, the words in the temple that "they were sent by God to save the world...", which is related to the history of the Eight Kings, express understanding, and it is about the same exaggeration as "feeling pregnant" and "born saints", and it is not enough to take it as fact.

"Do you know the origin of the Eight Kings?"

While the young man in red hadn't left, Cui Que turned around and asked him, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

The young man in red paused, looked back, there seemed to be a sharp flash of light in his narrowed eyes, looked at Cui Que for a while, hooked the corners of his mouth, leaned close to him and whispered: "You are also very strange, I have never seen a new ghost as strong as you, and besides, what is the power you usually use? I don't think it's the power of a ghost." ”

I didn't expect the focus of the problem to lead to myself, Cui Que smiled, endured the discomfort of being close to the young man's face, and said, "Then what is your strength? Can you tell me how it came about?"

This kind of question is taboo, as if it were privacy that should not be offended, and the source is strength, but it is also weakness.

In the case of Nojibo, he is a ghost because of resentment, and the greater his resentment, the greater his power, and if the cause of his resentment is resolved and this resentment is dissipated, then he will also "die", and he will truly die of nothingness.

The rules set limits at the very beginning, because of what kind of resentment you have become a ghost, you can only absorb what kind of resentment you can absorb to increase your strength in the future, and no other cultivation can replace it.

From this point of view, the goblins are both powerful and weak, and the moment they are formed, the strength is already doomed, and it is difficult to go further with the subsequent filling.

The narrower the road, the easier it is to reach a dead end, but the wider the force that can make their path wider.

No one knows how he became a ghost, only that his hobby is to seduce virgins and women, and then cut their breasts for food. Maybe he was hated by someone who was negative by a woman, or maybe he was some kind of perverted monster, or he was jealous of the girl's toweringness, and his strength was so thick that it was impossible to imagine that his cause was extraordinarily simple.

What's more, being able to maintain a handsome appearance is inherently a manifestation of power, and the more powerful the ghost, the more able it is to do this, confusing the eyes of humans.

The boy snorted softly, and his snort seemed to spray on his face from too close a distance, but Cui Que knew that they were all ghosts without breathing, as if they had never had a fiery heart.

"Cui Jun is so unfriendly, can't you allow me to make a joke?" The young man in red smiled, full of evil spirit, the tails of his eyes were shining, it seemed to be a little seductive, he stretched out his tongue a little, and licked his lips gently, and the more rosy lip flaps seemed to be dyed with sweet dew, which made people have a certain appetite.

Cui Que frowned, young people's vigorous hormones are really not divided into men and women.

"Well, then, I'll take my leave. The young man in red smiled meaninglessly, without explaining his seduction, the edge of the red robe dragged on the ground was like a fan, and after a few steps, the bewitching young man with his shoulders half exposed disappeared.

The crisp aroma of wine was still in the air, and I don't know when some wine flowed out of the wine bottle that was dumped on the ground, Cui Que kicked it when he turned around, only to find that the other party had left something, and shook his head and smiled: "It's really a drinker." ”

Nine times out of ten, he could see the other party holding the wine bottle, as a ghost, could he really taste the taste of wine? Cui Que was very skeptical.

"Boom-"

The sound of the evening bell rang through the heavens and the earth, and among the trees hidden in the nearby hills, a corner of the cornices was exposed, and it seemed that one could imagine the quiet and peaceful nature of the temple.

"It's getting late, can you let me spend the night?"

The young man in the white robe wore a hood, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, but his demeanor was the best way for a person, and the monk who opened the door opened the door without much hesitation.

"Ghosts, how dare you come here!"

The sound of shouting came down from the second floor, and I saw a monk in a white robe suddenly climb over the railing, attacking from above, without a weapon in his hand, the long string of beads waved like a chain, and the faint white light almost illuminated his eyes.

The two white-clothed people were in chaos because of this white light, and the monk who led the way was caught off guard, and before he could retreat, the white figure he saw jumped and bullied, even with the dazzling white light.

"What, what's the fight?" he didn't seem to hear the "ghost" say, and was stupid not to understand what was going on.

"People say that Lord Hu's Dharma is profound, but in my opinion, such a burst of nature is probably not a good candidate for cultivating Buddha, isn't it true that all beings are equal in front of the Buddha? Aren't ghosts one of these beings?"

Speaking slowly in an elegant voice, those truths are like a morning bell at dusk, ringing in the heart, so that the monks who are listening can't help but agree in their hearts, yes, people are good and bad, and ghosts are too!

"Strong rhetoric!"

Lord Hu was not moved at all, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, the 10,000-year-old iceberg was just like this, the white snow was not as cold as it was, it was obviously a good demeanor of the white clothes and the snow, but he didn't see half of the Buddha's teachings, he was like a Buddhist King Kong, only angry at the ghosts and monsters outside the human race, not asking the reason, not listening to the argument.

The fight between them became faster and faster, and as the sky got darker, the light in this area gradually attracted more monks to come over, and they were all a little overwhelmed when they looked at this scene.

The older monk sighed lightly: "The temperament of the pot!"

Someone else came to ask the monk who opened the door, "What's going on?"

After hearing the origin of this fight, some people have already guessed that it must be a ghost, but where is the ghost so arrogant that he dares to send it to the door, does he think he can deceive the eyes of Lord Hu?

Xiao Shami, who has been following the pot master, is a little at a loss, the first time he encountered this situation, it was supposed to be after the evening class and was about to go back, who knows...

I don't know how long it took, but the two sides of the fight stood on their own sides, one standing on the railing and the other on the wall, looking at each other at level across the yard, as if they were finally able to look at each other calmly.

"We met again, but I didn't expect Lord Hu to still have such a temperament, and he didn't allow anyone to speak. The young man standing on the wall was Cui Que, he deliberately came over to provoke, firstly, to see what his current ability was, and secondly, he heard that something was wrong with this pot master from Jiu Tun, so he came to test it.

As a result, he really lived up to it in the past few years, and was able to make a tie with this pot master, and at the same time, he also determined how unscientific this pot master's spells were, surpassing the cultivation of at least one level of others, his cultivation method must be different from others.

There are some things that really can't be determined by understanding, and besides, the age of the other party is not like the kind that has time to accumulate cultivation.

"What do you want to know?" The level of strength determines the power to speak, at this time, the tone of the pot who spoke again was much calmer, he waved his hand, and an invisible barrier separated the range that those monks could hear and see, and he and Cui Que in the barrier were finally able to talk on an equal footing.

It's really weird!

"Are you from the human camp?" Cui Que asked suddenly.

Lord Hu's eyebrows and eyes did not fluctuate, he was like a person who had withdrawn his feelings, and did not reveal any flaws for this deception, but asked directly: "Are you too?"

"So, is it really good to make small moves like this?" Cui Que's gaze fell on the string of beads that still emitted a faint white light, the power of faith was so strong that the other monks were dimmed, the key is that they didn't have the same ability to condense the power of faith and attach magic weapons for their own use, so...

"Do you want to care?" the pot master pinched the string of beads, and the white light on it was a little brighter, and endless murderous aura came through.

Cui Que smiled helplessly, he guessed correctly, but there was no prize.

Shaking his head slightly, the hood had already fallen in the process of fighting, and in the night, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have two points of tenderness, "Anyway, I was also a person, so naturally I won't fight for ghosts." ”

His current strength can't be managed, and although he is not ready to join the human camp, he also does not want to join the anti-human camp!

is a little curious, but it's a pity that such an opposing identity is destined to make it impossible for him to be trusted, and reveal more, if it weren't for the one who guessed the position of the camp in his heart, I'm afraid these two truths would not have been heard.

After the barrier disappeared, the other monks gathered around, and the figure of the young man was no longer visible, and the other party didn't know when he left.

"Nothing. One sentence blocked all the words, Lord Ju looked at the direction Cui Que left, the cold light in his eyes was as usual, he was for the □□, if the other party didn't come to find trouble, he wouldn't take the initiative to kill him.

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Haha, everyone didn't guess right, the main line camp is out.