The night breeze is still blowing wantonly.

After getting rid of the ghost mother and the Dacheng female ghost. The night began unusually peacefully.

The monster that the walker feared, it never appeared, and it remained like this until the next morning.

The morning sun rises from the top of the mountain, and it seems like another day full of hope.

There is a big difference between this place during the day and the night, and perhaps the reason is that the ghost mother and a great ghost have already dissipated.

The walker packed his bags and was about to set off, but he saw that the little monk had opened a kudzu vine in the courtyard and was constantly looking at something.

"Yunshui, what are you looking at?" the walker asked aloud.

But the little monk didn't look up, he was still staring at the place, only the immature voice came out.

"Master, I already know what the name of this temple is, and I already know the abbot master, why he gave up this temple. ”

"Oh?" the walker walked over as he heard it.

What the little monk was looking at was a stone tablet. The stele was very broken, but it was still faintly recognizable, and some of the words had been written on it.

"The name of this temple is Lanruo, and it was built after the Great War of Demons. ”

"A lot of virtuous abilities have been cultivated here for the demon clan, and the demon clan is finally a successor who can continue the incense. ”

"But a natural disaster has destroyed this place, and maybe the so-called immortals above, they don't want to see the prosperity here. ”

"It's ridiculous, that group of people in the heavenly realm, they call themselves immortals at the moment. I have completely forgotten how I occupied that heavenly realm as a demon back then. ”

"The true immortals have long since perished, although they are not a good thing. But the person who occupies the dominant power must be to exterminate all these little people?"

"Is there really another war between the Bloodthirsty Forest and the Purple City? That monk once sealed this place, is it right or wrong?"

"It's time for me to go, the group of people above are already eyeing me, and I have to leave in order not to reveal where the demons are. ”

"I hope that the monk has used his last kindness and the incense he has kept will be able to survive this calamity in peace. ”

The inscription is intermittent, because there are many words, which are already indistinguishable. But what it says can be completely subverted, ordinary people's three views.

The Immortal Clan has long since perished. And now the fairy world is occupied by a group of demon clans, and they have begun to call themselves immortals again.

Bloodthirsty Forest, Purple City, what are these places, and who is that monk?

"This inscription cannot be kept. The walker suddenly spoke.

"But Master, why? Didn't the person who wrote this want us to know what had happened here?" the little monk asked the walker blankly, touching his head.

"Yes, the person who wrote this is trying to let us know what happened here. But once these things are made public, there will inevitably be another catastrophe between heaven and earth. ”

"The person who wrote this text, he was only partial to the demons, and wanted to help the demons revitalize again. But he didn't think about it at all, once the two realms went to war again, how many creatures in this world would have to suffer from that unwarranted disaster. ”

Therefore, in order to prevent the regeneration of wars, then this inscription must be destroyed. ”

The little monk nodded as if he didn't understand. After a long time, he raised his head again and asked the walker, "Master, are the demons all bad?"

The walker chuckled lightly and patiently explained to him again: "There is no race in this world that is bad, all the good and bad only lie in the human heart. We monks are absolutely not able to have discriminating mind, and the person who wrote this inscription has already developed a discriminating mind. ”

"Oh, I see. Master, is it just like you did last night, defeating that old lady and that fierce big sister, but letting go of another kind sister?" the little monk suddenly realized and said to the walker.

Kindness?

The walker looked up at the stele again, then raised his hand and smashed it into pieces.

"Lanruo Temple? A slight smile appeared at the corner of the walker's mouth. He suddenly remembered a poem that he had sung a long time ago, I don't know who it was:

Steeped in ancient legends

To imprison that beautiful dream

The road was difficult

It's always raining and snowing

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An ancient town that has been deserted for thousands of years

Nomads reminisce about past grievances

Return to the temple of God

It's been a mess for a long time

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A stream in the wilderness on the outskirts of town

With the affection that the geist has nowhere to put it

Slowly winding a lot of twists and turns

And then to the distance

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The secluded forest behind the ancient temple of Lanruo

Kudzu vines have crawled to the edge of dreams

Did you really have that Lang's love for concubines?

It has been passed down through the ages

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I remember you saying that you are in love

Always slashing and being afraid of messing up

For this reason, he was trapped in the world for more than a few rounds

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves

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How to do it to get it right

I can't tell who I'm afraid of hurting

There seems to be a wandering spirit floating through a few greedy ones

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly

/

The thread in the palm of the hand is broken

The girl in the dream smiled again

The river on the outskirts of the town is in turmoil again

Memories have been slept with flowers

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Ask me why I can't go against the sky

You should remember being bewitched by love

The candle flame of Lanruo's ancient temple was extinguished again

The story should start from the beginning

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