On this day, at the edge of the Divine Burial Mountain, the old monk, the little monk and the thief walked for a long time, and finally arrived at the destination. The old monk sat on the dead wood stake and meditated, not far away was the old man in black and the middle-aged man who was resting and recovering with a spirit crystal in his hand. Some can sneak over quietly, while others can only fight the underworld beast head-on, and they can only cross it with casualties. I don't know what happened to the gang of the Black Evil Army in Night City, and I really sweat for them. Just thinking about the existence of the old monk ———— the world's top Buddhist masters in the Daoyan Continent, this road is also thrilling, although there is no danger in the end, but the loss of Dao Qi is still powerful, so that I have to rest and recover here.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset has begun to sprinkle all over the sky, the sunset in the distance is immersed in the sky, and the earth shrouded in white sunlight is shining. The little monk and the boy who were playing by the tree were catching small insects among the wild grass with great interest, preparing to cook dinner for the little flamingo in the boy's arms. Everyone had just passed through a dangerous place, if it weren't for the old monk's critical moment, the final result might be very embarrassing, Zhou Hehong, a middle-aged man who had recovered on the side, thought.

Along the way, although all kinds of things and objects have been prepared for emergencies, but the speed of consumption is really amazing, Zhou Hehong carefully calculated in his heart, just the consumption of low-grade spirit crystals directly exceeded 10,000, not to mention other puppet jade talismans, magic circles, but as soon as he touched the Qiankun bag in his chest, this middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh again. There are dozens of beast cores inside, which is really a considerable amount of wealth, although this trip is hard, but it is very worthwhile. From the Liqu District to the current Near-Earth Zone, in just a few hours, four Saint Realm Beast Colics and seven or eight Monarch Realm Beast Colics were collected. The old monk didn't care much about this thing outside his body, but Zhou Hehong, who was used to stealing doors, didn't let it go. Looking at the sunset that was about to fall in the distance, as well as the two teenagers playing not far away, the old monk who was practicing meditation, and the senior brother who held the spirit crystal in his hand. Zhou Hehong wondered if it was time to get some food at this time, saying that when the Black Evil Army left today, he happened to come forward and ask for a piece of barren beef leg meat, various seasonings and dipping sauces, and two large jars of burning knives. Last night's meal was the most comfortable for Zhou Hehong since he entered the Divine Burial Mountain. He ate half of the wild goat meat and wild beef leg alone, not to mention the burning knife that was cold in the mouth, had a long return to breath, burned his heart, and warmed his whole body.

After thinking about it, Zhou Hehong found a clean place, picked up some dead branches and broken trees near the dead wood stakes, and then moved a few big stones, and a simple stove was made. After packing up everything, take out a large piece of barren beef legs, set up the long branches that were found before, put the wild grass, dead branches, and broken wood at the bottom, and start the fire trick to do, and suddenly the fire will burst out, and the barbecue meat still has to be burned with dead branches and broken wood, it is best to burn it with the dead branches of the tree, so that the meat that is barbecued out is not only fragrant and fragrant, and the aftertaste is not long, but also has the unique fragrance and sweetness of the tree, which is really the best product in the world. In contrast, the meat roasted with hot spars is less vibrant, and the most memorable fireworks in the world are missing, although it is not bad to eat, but in the end it can only be satisfied, and enjoyment is not enough.

When I was still thinking about how to make the meat the most fragrant and delicious, the young man and the little monk who were attracted by the smell of meat on the side were staring intently at the wild beef on the fire rack. At this moment, the aroma of meat is overflowing, and when the two boys are most greedy, the two boys can't hold back their greed. Zhou Hehong, who came back to his senses, hurriedly picked up two small branches, cut off two palm-sized pieces of meat from the large barren ox legs, and after skewering them respectively, he gave them directly to the young man and the little monk, and by the way taught them how to brush the sauce and how to grill it. The old monk who finished meditating and opened his eyes. At this time, he also moved over, sat in front of the fire, took a small pot of burning knives from Zhou Hehong, and took a sip.

"Master, don't you Buddhism ban wine and meat?" Last night, I saw the old monk and the little monk gulping wine and meat, because they knew each other for the first time, and they were embarrassed to ask.

"Why do you talk about so many rules and precepts, all the people in my heavenly burial temple have a bodhisattva heart, arhat will, vajra anger, wine and meat to eat, and their lives are also willing to die. In which era of the tribulation calendar, the monks of my Heavenly Burial Temple, didn't they all dedicate their lives to this Daoyan Continent, and then talk about what rules and precepts, how tiring it is. When the time comes, in the face of the demon clan, will the evil clan still use the knife to kill the enemy? The world is suffering, and the pleasure of the mouth and stomach is forbidden, how boring, do not lose the vitality given by the heavens, and do not regret it at the most late. The old monk took a sip of wine and said.

"Listening to his nonsense, I still think that it is as if he is tall and noble, don't you take the burial of the heavens as your own responsibility? I think that this Heavenly Dao Sealing Calendar is just 9,000 years of giving birth to and raising all races, and for a thousand years, killing all races, and hunting games. Heaven is unfair, it's that simple. The old man in black, who had recovered, also moved over, and after listening to the old monk's words, he retorted.

"This is not true, my heavenly burial temple is to bury the sky as its own responsibility, this is true, and the injustice of heaven is also true. When you reach the level of the Holy Realm, you should also understand some things, and you should practice the three major hurdles: Xiao Chutian, King Realm and Jin Sect Realm, seeing all sentient beings, and having a short lifespan. Ascension to heaven, Jun realm to holy realm, see yourself, feel the heavenly opportunity. The Great Dao Heaven, the Holy Realm and the Emperor Realm, seeing the heaven and the earth, knowing the unkindness. Heaven and earth are not benevolent, when you are a dog, what is wrong with burying the sky? Just like when you steal the door, you also took stealing the sky as your own responsibility, but time flies, and the years go by, after a group of people who take this as their own responsibility passes, this is too heavy, and no one picks it up anymore. Just like most of the big families at that time, the giant sects of the sect were used to it, and they didn't care if the way of heaven was fair or not, anyway, isn't there still an emperor in the thousand-year tribulation calendar? Isn't there still a 'fifty avenues, forty-nine in Tianyan, one of them'? I always feel that a trace of possibility will come to me, I always feel that the emperor will fall on my head, and I am always dreaming of becoming an emperor, and I have fulfilled my original responsibility, and when I become a dog, I regret it. The old monk with some alcohol in his words, after this meal, his tone was cold and stinging.

"You've drunk too much, I can't afford to be a thief now, and I can't bear it. When the thief emperor existed, he said that the road to the sky was good, and when I stole the door and poured out the strength of the faction, how many sages took this as a task to ascend the immortal ladder and go. But as a result, what about the agreed family giants? Escape from the battle, this letter has been going on for thousands of years, you look at me stealing the door? This is the Tianji Emperor Realm sect of the last era, and now it is not as good as a holy realm family, this heavenly way is unfair, this responsibility is not bearable, I have long been disqualified to steal the door, and now it is just a matter of living in the world and temporarily maintaining the inheritance. As for your Heavenly Burial Temple, what is so terrible, the Buddha Kingdom has 3,000, Pudu Zhaoren, a grain of rice, a crystal, and all living beings give alms to worship your huge Buddha Kingdom, and you don't take this responsibility, are you worthy of the people who are destroyed at every turn in the tribulation calendar? Don't you take a butcher's knife, are you worthy of the trillions of donors who offer alms to you? They all say that what comes out of your Heavenly Burial Temple is either a madman or a blood demon, and all this is just what you forced yourself to take the world as your own responsibility. ”

After this drunken speech, the old man in black and the old monk stopped talking, silently picked up the burning knife and poured it down, as if this heart-burning, choking wine, drinking so much can calm the fire in the chest, in order to extinguish the resentment in the heart, in order to get drunk and forget the hatred in the brain.

The young man who didn't understand much from the sidelines didn't care about anything else, and concentrated on roasting the wild beef, when he saw the meat on the branch in his hand, it was almost roasted. He moved down from the fire, ready to let it cool before eating, and the little monk beside him saw that the young man had removed the meat from the fire. There is also a kind of imitation, when looking at the golden meat and fragrant wild beef roasted on the branches in his hand, the little monk couldn't control his gluttonous heart, and tore it directly with his hands, Fang was burned as soon as he touched it, and the young man saw the funny appearance of the little monk, and his pale face changed color. The little monk didn't care about the laughing young man next to him, and when the meat on the branches was no longer so hot, he feasted on it. The boy immediately tried it with his hands, and when he felt that it was about the same, he moved quickly.

Zhou Hehong, a middle-aged man who understood most of the conversation between the two, did not help the senior brother and the thief speak, and he himself didn't understand the reason, maybe it was because he didn't think it through. He just feels that the current thief is indeed not qualified to take on the matter of 'the common people in the world as his own responsibility', and the way of heaven is unfair, look at the thief door, he grew up in the thief door since he was a child, although the Daoyan Continent and even the entire Tianyan world are spreading the story of the thief emperor, but how much can it have to do with the thief door? When other sects don't have to worry about resources, disciples, inheritance, or even tribulation, the only Heavenly Machine Emperor Realm sect in the previous era, they are bothering every day about cultivation resources, disciple qualifications, inheritance and continuation. also had to risk life and death, such as the two of them entering the god burial mountain. Along the way, although I met the Black Army of Night City, the old monk and the little monk of the Heavenly Burial Temple, and a few casual cultivators who were obviously desperate for their lives. He had met people from the great clan and the giant faction in this Divine Burial Mountain. Like them, how could they go to the god burial mountain to find resources and continue the inheritance. All this can't be said, and I can't explain it clearly, since the thief emperor and the thieves left with the predecessors of the thief, the way of the world has changed, and the way of heaven is the same.

When a large piece of barren beef leg meat in his hand was turned over and cooked in the dipping sauce while roasting, the middle-aged man Zhou Hehong used a knife to divide it into three sections, and then strung it up with branches, and handed it to the two people who were silent and only cared about pouring wine into a big gulp. At this moment, the sunset sun has its last rays, struggling on the horizon. When the breeze blows, the wild grass lies in the wind, the dead branches sound with the wind, the trees sway with the wind, everything seems to be still so vibrant, everything seems to be so hopeful, and everything does not seem to be so bad. But at this time, everyone didn't see it that way. The two thieves are still thinking hard about the inheritance of the sect, the old monk of the Heavenly Burial Temple is also preparing for the wrath of King Kong for his own responsibility, as for the two most cheerful teenagers, they are having a lot of fun after eating meat, but ten years later, in the tribulation calendar, can they still be like this? Can the people of the entire Daoyan Continent still be like this? All this is as the sun sets, the wind gradually rises, and it becomes unknowable and unobtainable.

The sunset has set, the two corpse carriages that have entered the god burial mountain, did not stop, went directly to the Di Fenkun District, when they marched to the edge of the Xuan Division and the Di Division, and at the edge of the flat car, the corpse six or three and the corpse six or five two people overlooked the railing, and found that someone actually raised a bonfire in the distance ahead, and when they saw the figure near the bonfire from a distance, they could smell the aroma of meat with the wind, and everyone was on guard. When they got closer, they saw that several people around the bonfire were also looking at them vigilantly, and the corpse Liusan let go of his hanging heart, and the twists and turns he was worried about all the way would not be robbed here, and when the carriage was about to miss the bonfire, the corpse Liusan turned around and looked at it, a face full of wrinkles, with a huge scar, a very ugly face, but suddenly made him have a familiar taste, thought about it, and then said: "Brother Zhang, is it you?"