The peace in this world will soon come to an end.

Darkness is coming.

With a sneer, Yun Zheng got up and left.

It was already dark in the city of Yangzhou, and under the night, Mo Yan walked alone in the crowd of people, surrounded by the noisy mortals, they were shouting, talking and laughing, and the urchin held the puppet through the crowd, shouting happily and running.

Drunk is an April day in the world, and even in the wind, there is also excitement.

But he stood in the crowd, and he seemed even more lonely.

There are countless lights in this street, but none of them are lit for him.

There are countless people on this street, but none of them are related to him.

In this world, there are so many homes, but none of them can be returned to.

Looking at the surging crowd in front of him, his eyes were gloomy, and he walked forward alone.

On the roof, a small white mouse ran fast, stopped far away, looked at him, and gasped slightly.

She looked at him, a pair of dark eyes seemed to have light, blazing, and her gaze always fell on him.

The street was full of people, but wherever he went, she could spot him at a glance in the crowd.

"Why is he so good-looking" Little Bell's furry paws held his face stupidly, looking at Mo Yan, and smiled sweetly.

On the street, through the crowded crowd, he walked to a silent alley, there was no one in the quiet alley, he quietly walked through, walked past a temple, the dilapidated temple door, a light suddenly turned on, the demon flame stopped, his ears "buzzed", and the sound of the bell ringing sounded in his ears.

He stopped and wondered, why was there still someone ringing the bell when it was already night?

However, if you listen carefully, where is there any bell, and the bell just now is an illusion?

His gaze fell on the lantern lit in the doorway, and he walked inside, his figure magical, penetrating the gate and entering the temple.

In the temple, above the main hall, the old monk was lecturing with the little monk, and Han Qizi next to him was holding a huge wooden fish and sleeping with his mouth watering.

Under the candlelight, the old monk was preaching, and suddenly felt that someone had broken in, so he looked up, and when he looked up, he saw the demon flame coming in like thick ink, and his figure was illusory, condensed and formed, and walked inside.

Demons?

The old monk was surprised.

Now the demon race is rampant, and the world is full of demonic energy, but this temple is blessed by the Bodhisattva, and the demon clan is not allowed to break in, but the person in front of him is clearly a demon clan, but he came in easily.

If it weren't for this person's strength, then this person would have a relationship with Buddhism.

The old monk sighed with emotion, folded his hands towards Mo Yan, and recited: "Amitabha." ”

Mo Yan's eyes fell on the old monk, but when he saw that he was injured, the old monk raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Donor, what are you looking for?"

Mo Yan came back to his senses and said, "Home." ”

The old monk smiled slightly and said compassionately: "This is your home." ”

"Here?" said Mo Yan as if he had heard a big joke, "Do you know who I am?"

The old monk said, "I know." ”

Mo Yan said: "I am a demon. ”

A monk said to a demon that this was his home, which was simply ridiculous.

The old monk laughed and said, "The Buddha has never given up on sentient beings, the embrace of the Buddha is always open to sentient beings, and the donor is also sentient beings." ”

Looking at him, Mo Yan had a strange emotion in his heart, he couldn't tell, he couldn't tell, he looked at the old monk in a daze, the figure of the old monk overlapped with the figure of the old monk who raised him back then, and the person in front of him was like the stupid monk back then, and like the Dongjing Emperor who gave up his body for others.

(Markor Literature-)