The old monk smiled, his clear eyes looked at Mo Yan deeply, and said, "I said, I won't leave, my body is for you." ”

Mo Yan looked at him in astonishment, opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't figure out why the old monk gave him his body.

The old monk was originally the emperor of Dongjing in the sky, his body is the body of the immortal family, and the refining and fusion of his body and the body of the little monster can not only find a new home for the little monster, but also strengthen the power of the little monster, such a body is simply a great gift to the little monster.

He never thought that he could find the body of the immortal family for the little monster, and this body was still the body of the famous Dongjing Emperor in the Heavenly Realm.

"You really want to give me your body," Mo Yan asked in disbelief.

The old monk said lightly: "It's just a shell, if it's useful to you, why not give it to you." ”

Mo Yanhu stared at the old monk suspiciously, he thought of many possibilities, but he couldn't understand why the old monk wanted to give him his body.

"Why," he asked.

The old monk said, "Make a bet." ”

Mo Yan asked, "What are you betting on?"

The old monk laughed and said: "Bet on whether your heart is good or evil, bet on whether you dare to believe it, there is still warmth in this world that is worthy of your affection, and bet that you will one day break away from the demon clan and return to the right path." ”

The old monk's words, Mo Yan immediately understood, he laughed mockingly, and said, "You have worked so hard to tell me so much and done so much, just to bet on whether I will break away from the demon clan and return to the right path, which is ridiculous." ”

The old monk smiled faintly and said, "Don't be ridiculous, there will be a day." ”

"There will never be a day, I am full of hatred and disgust for human beings, for the world, only the demon race is my home, my hometown, do you think you told me the whereabouts of the bones, gave me your body, I will be grateful to you, I will be good, I was born to be a demon, I was born like this, how could I turn my back on myself for the so-called righteous path in the world, and turn my back on the demons. Mo Yan said coldly, even if someone cut his heart open to him, he would definitely not have the slightest gratitude.

His body was given to him voluntarily, and even if he got his body, he would never be grateful to him, let alone go to the right path of bullshit.

Abandoned in the darkness from the beginning, he was supposed to belong to the darkness, he had been a demon for so long, and for the first time someone told him that he was kind and that he was attached to the world.

How could he be attached to such a world, and that world left him with nothing but coldness and hatred.

The old monk's body was glowing with warm light, and the gray coarse cloth monk's robe on his body became pure white and flawless in the white light, and his Yuan Shen was gradually leaving his body, looking at Mo Yan, and said: "Mo Yan, one day, you will find the pure land in your heart, and at that time, you will come to me, this body is given to you, it should be you and my master and apprentice, the origin is here, and there will be a period in the future." ”

After he finished speaking, the primordial spirit in his body turned into a streamer and flew out, and the white light was dazzling, flying into the distance.

Demon Flame looked in the direction of his disappearance in astonishment, not understanding his words.

What do you call me master and apprentice?

When did he and Dongjing have a master-apprentice relationship?

The old monk's speech was mysterious and unpredictable, so that people could not understand it, but it didn't matter if it was any longer, what he wanted was his body.

Mo Yan walked over, the old monk Yuan Shen left, his body maintained a meditation posture, his body still had the breath of the Yuan Shen, soft without the slightest sign of stiffness and coldness, Mo Yan reached out and grabbed the old monk's heavenly spirit cover, and the dark power in his palm rolled out, quickly engulfing and wrapping the old monk's body.

(Markor Literature-)