A figure walked through the darkness like a golden bolt of lightning.

Su Yang slowly opened his eyes and watched the figure slaughter the people around him one by one.

The palm of his hand shot out of the air and slammed it into the man's left shoulder.

It was a thin old monk, Su Yang sighed lightly, this was the erosion of his sanity by evil things, but the mistake had already been made.

"Ah!!!h

The old monk let out a long shout, his confused expression turned calm, but after calming down, it was like falling into an ice cave, and Su Yang's palm completely woke him up.

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, but the blood and tears in his eyes couldn't stand it and fell heavily to the ground.

Su Yang got up and stroked the scar on his neck, and soon, it disappeared completely.

But in the entire village, only Su Yang was still standing on the road, and countless people in the entire village had died under the old monk's knife.

"I can't imagine that the old monk is old, before he dies, because of his own demons, he committed such a heinous obstacle, the old monk wishes to pray for you every day, and there will be a good reincarnation in the next life."

The old monk sat on the ground in a daze, his voice with a hint of sadness, and after the black qi on his forehead dissipated, he realized what he had done.

"Donor......" The old monk looked at Su Yang, who had already stood up, and his hands trembled.

There are still people alive, which can be regarded as one less point of his bad karma.

Torment, every moment he lives in this world is torment, as a Buddhist monk, but for his own selfishness, he messed up the Dao fruit, and couldn't suppress the demons in his heart, and he is like this today.

Su Yang didn't say anything, just slowly turned around and left, went to the locust tree, and picked up the two children.

With a long sigh, the old monk's hand stopped in the air, then hung down, took a deep look at Su Yang's back, and finally turned around and left Caomiao Village step by step, the figure was lonely, looking bleak and sad, unsteady footsteps, and could fall down at any time and disappear into the night.

Su Yang didn't stop him, the old monk was not a big traitor, and he didn't have a few days to live, so he wouldn't harm anyone again, and if he was alive, it was better to die to make him feel at ease.

From the memory of the old monk, I know that the old monk has been studying the method of Taoism and Buddhism all his life, and wants to spy on the mystery of becoming an immortal.

However, all sects and factions were born with the view of the door, and their own families swept the snow in front of the door, how could there be a reason to share the secrets passed down by the ancestors with others to watch.

It was the old monk who climbed the Qingyun Gate several times and asked to see the Taoist Xuan, but until now, he has not seen the Taiji Xuanqing Dao of the Qingyun Gate, the supreme classic of the Daomen.

The old monk's inner demon is what he has learned in this life, and no one has passed it down.

He is already one of the helmsmen of Buddhism, and Buddhism is almost unsurpassed.

It was because he passed on what he had learned to Zhang Xiaofan and killed everyone in the village, just to attract the attention of Qingyunmen, so that Zhang Xiaofan could fulfill his last wish and practice the supreme method of Qingyunmen.

Life and death have fate, Su Yang is used to seeing life and death, and he is only calm about Tu Village, he has seen the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry field, in the 600,000 years in the universe, he is used to seeing the tilt of the planet, in the darkest and turbulent era in ancient times, he is used to seeing the cycle of life and death, in the eternal desolation, he has seen the vicissitudes of the sea turning into a mulberry field, the melee of several parties, the destruction of hundreds of millions of immortal soldiers at every turn, and even the aftermath of the battle of the great supernatural powers.

In these countless years, Su Yang has only realized four words, "life and death have fate", he will not forcibly interfere with reincarnation, drag back some people, and will not easily cross the long river of eternity to retrieve the souls of some people.

It's not that I'm indifferent, it's that I've watched too much and I'm already numb.

sighed lightly, feeling worthless for these mortals, but this is the fate of mortals, the weak, not in their own hands.

Su Yang carried the two of them together and looked to the side, a middle-aged man with tears on his face looked at Su Yang with a whimper, and walked out of the thatched hut with a choked voice, "All dead, all dead." ”

Su Yang sighed again, this should be regarded as a survivor, and his mind is not so sober anymore.

It is better to survive than to be unlucky.

"Hell!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly again, tugging on Su Yang's arm, "Brother, go quickly, there are ghosts here." ”

Su Yang's eyebrows closed slightly, and then he slowly stretched out his hand, "This memory has interfered with you a lot, I will help you erase it." ”

With a light movement in his hand, a clear light sprinkled down, Second Uncle Wang also fell asleep, it is estimated that after waking up, he will forget everything, not just this memory just now, intermittently, may be his best choice.

Otherwise, he may still be immersed in sadness, he definitely doesn't like to be muddy, but he can start over, if he continues to go crazy, then this life will be wasted.

After doing all this, Su Yang exhaled lightly and looked at Zhang Xiaofan quietly, this is the son of luck, a smile appeared on the corner of Su Yang's mouth, it can be regarded as fate.

It's not very delicate, but there is a kind of simplicity and innocence.

then sat next to Zhang Xiaofan.

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan fell asleep, except for Second Uncle Wang, they were the only two who lived, Zhang Xiaofan bore the expectations of the old monk, the old monk was dead, and Zhang Xiaofan would inherit the mantle of the old monk Puzhi.

After a long time, several sword qi came horizontally, turned into four figures, and stood outside the village.

The first thing the four figures saw was a blood-colored village, where most of the people had died, and almost everyone was lying on the ground, with more or less wounds on their bodies.

Sensing that there was still a mouthful of life, the four of them stepped forward and asked Su Yang, "Do you know what is happening in this village?" ”

Su Yang opened his gaze and looked at the four of them blankly.

"Hey, it seems that he was scared stupid, and the sudden change is not something that mortals can bear at all." Song Daren shook his head and said.

A few people frowned, but they could only give up thinking about it.

"Let's bring a few people back, I can't imagine that at the foot of Qingyunmen, there are still people who can commit murder." One of the disciples snorted coldly.

"This Caomiao Village is also simple and simple, and such a big treacherous and evil thing is probably done by the Demon Gate." Song Daren guessed.

"There's another one alive here." Everyone looked at Second Uncle Wang, who was lying there quietly, as if he was asleep, breathing evenly, which made several people wonderful.

More than 200 lives were wiped out overnight.

Being able to survive is a gift from God.

It's hard to imagine that in one village, overnight, only four people remained.

Song Daren carried Su Yang on his back and flew towards Qingyun Gate, while the other three junior brothers pulled up the three people on the side and flew towards Qingyun Mountain.

This was the first time Su Yang had come into contact with the cultivation system of this world, and he was practicing a kind of immortal qi.

Soon, when he arrived in Qingyun Mountain, Song Daren first settled a place for a few people, and then went to report to the head of Qingyun.