The ox cart carried the demon flame to the village, and on the ox cart, the little girl was weaving a garland, laughing while weaving, and looked up and said to him: "Big brother, can I sing you a song?"

Mo Yan glanced at her indifferently, and without waiting for him to answer, the little girl began to sing, the crisp children's voices were scattered in the wind, and the old man who was driving the car laughed so that the wrinkles on his face piled together, waving the bullwhip, and laughing hehe.

In the midst of the song, Mo Yan looked at the little girl in front of him silently, his fingers clenched unconsciously.

When the ox cart arrived at the village, Mo Yan got out of the car, and the little girl jumped out of the car quickly and ran towards the house inside the fence: "Mother"

The old man smiled, drove the ox cart and turned his head to look at Mo Yan, Mo Yan looked around, this is a simple small village, about a dozen families, it should not be difficult to find another child here.

Thinking like this, he was about to leave to look for a new child, when the happy voice of the woman in the village sounded: "Master, let's talk about the scriptures again." ”

"yes, hehe. The familiar voice of the old monk came, and Mo Yan suddenly raised his head, and suddenly saw the old monk standing at the head of the village, Dongjing.

The old monk disappeared after the first war of the ancient temple, he searched all over the mountains and forests, but he couldn't find him, but he didn't expect to meet here.

The old monk was talking and laughing with people, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Yan standing in the village, his expression was immediately stunned, and he came back to his senses, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, and he looked at Mo Yan who came over with deep eyes.

He came to the old monk, his cold eyes were full of evil, and he smiled gloomily: "Long time no see, master." ”

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have met Su Dandan, wouldn't have fought with her, and wouldn't have met Fan Yan, so that the little monster lost his life, all of which was his fault.

Thinking like this, the demonic qi on Mo Yan's body began to spread silently.

The old monk sighed in his heart, in the end, he still couldn't hide.

With his hands folded, the old monk lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to do it, I'll go with you." ”

Demon Yan turned around and left, and the old monk silently followed him, walking towards the depths of the woods.

Behind her, in the fenced yard, the little girl ran out happily with her hot nest head in her hand, and called, "Big brother." She shouted, turned her head, and saw the demon flame that had already gone away, holding the nest head in her hand, and said disappointedly, "It's gone."

She also wanted to give him a nest head, but she didn't expect that he was already gone.

Mo Yan walked towards the woods with the old monk, and a smell of decay came from his clothes, he frowned, stopped, and took out the head of the little monster.

The old monk saw the head of the little monster in his arms, and looked up at him in surprise, the little monster was bitten off his head that day, he didn't expect that Mo Yan would do so much in order to protect the soul of the little monster, no wonder he felt that most of the strength in his body had already been consumed when he saw him.

Demon Yan raised his palm, the dark power in his palm condensed, and it was continuously sent to the little monster's head, and the little monster's head that began to rot was repaired by the demonic energy, and it returned to normal, it opened its eyes weakly, looked at Demon Yan, and its eyes were red with sadness.

"The Master"

He was consuming himself in exchange for its brief tranquility.

"If you do this, it won't help, and in the end, its soul will still fly away, and its head will still rot. The old monk's deep voice was full of pity.

(Markor Literature-)