The old monks of Tongshou Temple were about to cry.

Really, even if I was holding back, tears were already rolling in my eyes.

O iniquity!

He was originally a street liar who was indiscriminate, occasionally relying on decent playing cards and mahjong cards to go to the lowest gambling stall on the street to mix a little money, of course, not too much.

If you have more, you have to be discovered.

If he is found, he will have to be chopped up.

He didn't want that.

He also wants to live a long life and live in peace.

Therefore, he carefully wandered around and lived.

As for getting a serious job?

He did it before he was fifty.

He has worked as a convenience store waiter, a vegetable cutter at a food stall, a car cleaner, a parking boy, and so on.

That was the happiest time for him.

Although they are all hourly workers, not regular workers, and they don't earn much, they can earn a little every day, and occasionally have working meals.

But as soon as he was fifty years old, such work said goodbye to him.

More young people took his place.

However, he did not complain.

After all, he is much happier than those guys who jumped off the roof of the building after the financial tide ebbed.

At the very least, he's still alive.

I still live like a human being.

Therefore, the cardboard box where he lives is the cleanest, and he cleans the surroundings every day.

All the way up to ......

An old monk appeared.

It was a misty morning, and the old monk fell bloody at the door of his 'home'.

If it was somewhere else, he would just be out of sight and out of mind, and he would have gone ruthlessly.

But at the door of 'home', he couldn't turn a blind eye.

He didn't know what happened to the old monk.

Just carried the old monk into the house, and then, cleaned up the bloodstains.

Then, the old monk was treated with the treasured medicine.

If you want to live a long life, medicine is a must.

He always leaves a portion of the campaign money behind to buy the necessary medicines.

From cold medicines, antidiarrheal medicines to iodine, bandages, and more.

These may seem basic, but they are all life-saving things at critical moments.

He has seen many 'neighbors' who have lost their lives because of a cold.

The old monk was seriously injured.

There were scars all over his body.

Many of them are deep and bone-seeing.

To be alive seemed incredible to him.

In the same way, there is the resilience of the old monk.

After he disinfected and dressed, the old monk woke up in the evening.

It's a bit weak, though.

But it's also normal.

Ordinary people have been seriously injured, and it is estimated that they have already cooled down.

"Thank you, thank you."

The old monk thanked him with difficulty.

"Don't thank you."

"If you die at my door, I'll be in trouble."

"Hurry up, eat and recover quickly, and then, hurry up."

He spoke to the old monk in an indifferent tone.

Then, two cans were taken out of his 'spare dry food'.

Cans are easy to keep and have a long storage time.

Canned meat, in particular, is a treasure in difficult times.

He hid three.

Now take out two, just to let the old monk recover quickly.

Even, he had already made a statement about how to let the old monk eat these two canned meats.

But contrary to his expectations, the old monk didn't seem to mind eating meat at all.

It was completely different from the old monk he knew.

The old monk is not just this weird.

In addition to not eating meat, this old monk is also very interested in playing cards and mahjong tiles.

I guess it's an imposter monk!

The previous injuries should have been caused by the discovery of cheating!

That's what he thought at the time.

Then, the distance between the two was just shortened.

After all, it's half a peer.

The diary just goes by day by day.

The old monk's bald head had long been covered by a short layer of white hair, and his body had improved, so he wore his old clothes and walked around his 'home' for a long time.

Sometimes I pick up cans with him.

Occasionally, something useful will be turned out in the garbage.

Then?

Naturally, I changed to some beer.

He drank with the fake monks, chatted together, and laughed together.

It was him who laughed.

Because, this false monk always told him some legends as if they were true.

There are noses and eyes.

He wouldn't believe it.

Then, after a few more months, the fake monk suddenly said that he was leaving, and that he had something to do.

He didn't keep it.

How can people like them keep others?

There is absolutely no reluctance!

He didn't send a fake monk and went home early.

Then, looking at the clothes left by the old monk, he was stunned for a night.

Life has to be lived.

More than a month passed.

After his life was peaceful, the old monk reappeared.

Still wounded and bloodied at the door of 'home'.

"Hey!"

"Although we are liars, we must also have a bottom line!"

"It's good to mix two meals, don't go too far."

"Otherwise, sooner or later you will die on the streets!"

He said it, but neatly 'carried' the fake monk home.

The days that followed became the previous experience.

The cycle repeats.

Every time the fake monk leaves, he always comes back injured.

After his cultivation, the fake monk told him stories.

In those stories, it's all about dealing with demons and monsters.

The main characters in those stories have contemplative thoughts, breathing techniques, and techniques.

He listened to it interestingly, and he remembered a lot.

Originally, at his age, he couldn't remember many things at all, but inexplicably, he remembered everything that this fake monk said, and not a word was wrong.

He was a little strange at first.

But later, I got used to it.

He only thought that the fake monk had told an interesting story, and he remembered it.

It's another month since the fake monk left.

He drew 1 on a cardboard in 'home'.

He counted them carefully.

A full 80 of them.

"All these years?"

He looked at the 1 in amazement.

Before he knew it, he had known the fake monk for almost 10 years.

"It's also luck."

He thought so.

In the past 10 years, every time the fake monk came back, he was injured, but he didn't die, isn't this luck?

But there is always a time when good luck runs out.

This time it is.

The fake monk is back.

There was a big hole in his chest, and his face was torn.

If it weren't for familiarity, he wouldn't have recognized it at all.

"What happened?"

He wanted to carry the fake monk back to his 'home' as before, but was stopped by the fake monk.

"Origin and extinction are in an instant."

"You always say you don't have a name."

"I'll give you my name."

The fake monk ignored what he meant, and just said to himself.

He has no name since he moved into his new 'home'.

Most of the people around him were the same.

Everyone is referred to by their code names.

Or, just a 'hey'.

"From now on, you will be 'Tongshou Temple'."

"It's over to you, too."

"As for more?"

"I can't teach you anymore, I need you to get in touch little by little."

After speaking, the fake monk handed him a cloth bag and raised his hand.

He was proud and neat, and his bald hair was gone.

There was a bald head left.

Before he could protest, a smile seemed to appear on the fake monk's bloody face, and then, his head tilted to death.

At a time when he was about to think that the false monk was immortal, the false monk died.

Moreover, after the death of the false monk, the body directly decayed.

In the middle of a breath, it turned to ashes.

Only that cloth bag remained.

There was a key in the bag, as well as a power of attorney for real estate.

Tong Shouji!

The fake monk was in the street market of Tong Shou Town, and he actually left him a temple.

It's small, but it's also remarkable.

So why did the fake monk deceive?

With such a temple, you will earn a lot of money with a little operation.

Then, he soon knew.

What the fake monk told him turned out to be true!

Those stories!

Those demons and monsters!

The so-called contemplation, breathing, and technique are all true!

Because, someone really asked him to exorcise demons.

If it weren't for the client's solemn complexion, he almost laughed.

And he wanted to laugh out loud at the time.

Because, if that time, he really laughed out loud.

There is no need to do such a dangerous thing in the name of 'Tongshou Temple' as it is now.

Even though he has avoided risks again and again, he still can't escape.

This time, it's dead!

You know, that's-

Tsuchigomon!

When he thought of this family, the old monk of Tong Shouji Temple was simply numb.

It's the same even if it's a separate family.

It wasn't something he could defend against.

Using 'stand-in hair' to fool the other party is already his extreme.

Then, I used the 'Boat Crossing Technique' to sneak in here to save people, but I was only afraid that I would not be able to eat and sleep in the future, and I would ...... Conscience is disturbed.

But once discovered.

The old monk of Tong Shouji still wanted to cry bitterly.

There are still 30 years to be 100 years old.

Sure enough, am I going to die halfway?

It's so sad.

Thinking in his heart, the old monk of Tong Shou Temple was dressed up.

Then, with a solemn face, his hands folded.

Some habits, with the passage of time, have long been imprinted in the bones.

Even in the face of life and death, it will not change.

And after doing all this at Tongshou Temple, Hui Lijing and Ryosuke were surprised to find that the old monk in front of them suddenly became different.

Where the difference, they can't tell.

But there is always a feeling of facing a high monk.

The solemn face always reminded them of the statues in the temple, and the calm eyes, as if they were seeing a bodhisattva, and the long breath made people feel calm.

This?

Hui Lijing and Liang Jie looked at each other.

They don't know what's going on.

Just when Hui Lijing wanted to ask, a sudden change occurred.

The already choppy river suddenly rolls in huge waves.

A thunderous voice echoed in the sky—

"Tong Shouji!"

The voice was loud and filled with palpable anger.

"How dare you use the 'stand-in technique' to fool me!"

"Are you humiliating me?"

The questioning, in anger, became extremely sharp.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple looked up at the dim sky, and his hands were not put down, but only bowed slightly.

Seems apologetic.

It seems to be a habit again.

"Good! Very good! ”

"Since you want to save people!"

"Then I'll let you save enough!"

The voice growled.

The tumbling river suddenly subsided.

Hui Lijing and Ryosuke changed their faces greatly when they breathed in the river.

They felt as if they were being targeted by some beast.

Without hesitation, the two pulled out their guns.

The next moment-

Crash!

With the sound of a splash, a thin figure jumped onto the boat.

The whole body is dark green, the face is hideous, the mouth has fangs, and the limbs are like toads, and they pounce on Hui Lijing as soon as they come up.

Bang!

Hui Lijing raised her hand and shot it.

The monster fell in response to the sound and fell into the river.

However, Hui Lijing did not have time to rejoice at all.

More monsters sprang out of the river.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of water coming out of the water was endless, and the sound of gunfire continued one after another.

The voices in the sky are disdainful.

"Tong Shouji, aren't you trying to save people?"

"Why don't you make a move?"

"You don't think that a mere bullet can make my 'water ghosts' deterred, do you?"

"Or are you doing what you call a test?"

Speaking of this, the voice snorted coldly with disdain.

"The human heart cannot stand the test!"

"You've already failed once decades ago!"

"Now?"

"You're just repeating the mistakes of the past!"

"Whether it's the two on your boat, or the one on the shore, they can't stand the test - especially the guy named Jason on the shore, he himself is a lost dog, he came from afar, and when he was in fear, his heart was still full of obsession, if it wasn't for him, how could I have found out what happened here, you may have successfully rescued people."

"Do you think a guy like him can inherit Tong Shouji Temple through your so-called test?"

The voice asked.

"Why not?"

The old monk of Tong Shouji replied.

Unlike the angry and high-pitched voice.

The old monk's words were calm and indifferent.

But this tone irritated the other party more and more.

"Just him?"

"He still wants to pass your narrow tests?"

"Unless ......"

"He drank the 'Ghost River' in front of him!"

The voice said angrily.

However, at the end of the conversation, there was a chuckle.

Although his 'Oni River' is only a projection of branches.

But even if it's a projection, it's from the 'Oni no River'.

After ordinary people fall, they have to be dissolved into skeletons between breaths, and then, the spirit becomes the nourishment of the water ghosts in it.

As for the skeleton?

With a little processing, he can become a new bone warrior.

Or simply soak in this 'river of ghosts' and become a new 'water ghost'.

Jason drank his 'Oni no River'?

How is this possible?

Thinking of this, this inexplicable wanted to laugh more and more.

"If Jason really drinks the 'Ghost River' dry, not only will I admit defeat, but I will also join your camp to help you protect the 'Fear' banner and become a member of your 'Fear' banner."

This one said directly.

Very crisp, without any hesitation.

Because, he thinks it's impossible.

The old monk of Tong Shouji Temple did not answer.

He also thinks it's impossible.

But at this time, Jason, who had eaten a meal of 'roasted ghosts', stood up, carried his bag, and walked towards the 'Ghost River'.

The Roast Ghost was a little salty, he thought...... Thirst.