"Could it be that Zijue is Huiqing's reincarnated host, so he will also be implicated after Huiqing's death?"

This is the reason why Du Chen can think of it.

As the flood disappeared, the human skin boats gradually fell back to the ground. The Painter put away the human skin boat and looked around.

At this time, the large and small temples of mercy were already unrecognizable, and all the houses were washed into a mess. However, the demon suppression platform in the backyard was undamaged at all, and it still stood tall. The Huangquan River just now has absorbed most of the ghosts and monsters, and now there are only some scattered ghosts left outside the town demon platform, flying around the town demon platform in a panic.

"There will be a catastrophe every five years, and each catastrophe will kill the monks in the temple. Only this time, there were still 2 little monks alive. But in the end, only one person can survive, because there must be one person who becomes the guardian ghost of the Demon Suppression Platform, and he will be fused with the Demon Suppression Platform in the form of ghosts for the rest of his life. ”

The painted skin ghost's empty eyes looked at the mottled traces on the demon suppression platform, and then walked in front of Ling Kexin, stroking Zijue, whose body was gradually becoming transparent.

"Guardian ghosts?" Du Chen asked suspiciously.

"Yes. There are two reasons why a large number of ghosts appear in the ghosts of the Demon Town, one is that the ghost king who restrains the ghosts is weakened, and the other is that the ghosts guarding the Demon Suppression Platform are dead. Nowadays, no ghost can become a ghost king, so the Demon Town Platform automatically searches for a spirit suitable to become a guardian ghost. Although the voice of the painted skin ghost was empty, everyone could hear the reluctance in the voice, "Zijue's body has been transformed by Huiqing to be suitable for becoming the spirit of the ghost king, so it is also the most suitable spirit to become the guardian ghost of the demon suppression." ”

At this time, Ziwu, who had been replaced by Shen Juan, gradually woke up after the initial cold disappeared. But when he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that Ling Kexin's hand had been able to penetrate Zijue's body.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

Ziwu struggled to get out of Shen Juan's arms and walked towards Zijue. originally wanted to wake up Zijue who was sleeping, but found that his hands passed through Zijue's body without the slightest obstruction.

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong with my senior brother?"

Ziwu looked at the Painted Skin Ghost in horror, but when he looked up, he found the remnants around him, and the entire Great and Small Compassion Temples were in a mess.

Airplanes!

But before everyone could answer Ziwu's question, a huge roar sounded on the Demon Suppression Platform, and then the entire Demon Suppression Platform emitted a powerful suction, and the ghosts and monsters wandering around were instantly absorbed into the Demon Suppression Platform.

"The monks of the Temple of Mercy are to protect the people of Chang Sitai, if Zijue knew that he could become a guardian ghost, even if he was reluctant, he would resolutely go in."

The strong suction power did not have any effect on Du Chen's living people, but it sucked the painted skin ghost into the demon suppression platform little by little. And there were also a lot of black shadows in the sky, all of which were ghosts who fled to other places during the previous melee, and they were all absorbed by the Demon Suppression Platform.

"The Demon Suppression Platform is the foundation of guarding Chang Sitai, it will automatically find a suitable spirit body, which is also the self-balance of the human netherworld."

When the voice of the Painter fell, the Paintghost's body was also absorbed into the Demon Suppression Platform. The surrounding sky was black and numb, and countless ghosts and monsters, large and small, were also absorbed.

With a bang, in just a few breaths, the Demon Suppression Platform absorbed Chang Sitai's ghosts into it, and then the door of the cave slammed shut.

"Ahem......"

Bloomberg, who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed violently, and a large mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and the blood stained Bloomberg's shirt red, and his eyes became more confused.

"Brother Du, Bloomberg is dying, we have to get out of here quickly."

Helian Cheng hurriedly shouted, the only way to save Bloomberg now is to use points to save Bloomberg.

Although Peng Bo's performance in the human netherworld is not as good as Du Chen's, he has also killed powerful ghosts, and if Peng Bo hadn't taken over the attack of the snake bone woman at that time, if it was someone else, I am afraid he would have died a long time ago. There have been performances of sacrificing themselves to save others before.

Even from all things considered, Bloomberg's points are not too low, if not high.

"I'll send Zijue to the Demon Suppression Platform."

Looking at Zijue, whose body was becoming more and more transparent, Du Chen could only make such a decision, walked in front of Ling Kexin, and picked up Zijue, who still had a little physical remaining. A muscular man has died on his side, and no matter what, he can't die anymore.

"No, don't, don't take my senior brother away."

Ziwu struggled to block in front of Du Chen, refusing to let go.

"Even if we don't bring him over, once your senior brother becomes a spirit body, he will be absorbed by the Demon Suppression Platform." The ability of the Demon Suppression Platform to absorb ghosts just now, Du Chen believes that this is a self-healing and adjusting ability, even if Du Chen does not send Zijue to the past, the Demon Suppression Platform will absorb the past by itself.

It's just that Du Chen is in a hurry now, and he needs to save Bloomberg quickly, so he can't delay too much time here.

"But, but ......"

Ziwu looked at Du Chen, as well as the sleepy Zijue, remembering that he was caught by a monkey when he went to the mountain before, and Zijue carried himself on his back, and after going down the mountain, the two of them ate steamed buns and walked happily, and their hearts were sour.

Not to mention that in the past few years, all the scenes in the past have appeared in my mind, and all that comes to mind is the kindness of my senior brother to me.

"Ziwu, be good, senior brother has just become a guardian spirit, and he has always been in the demon suppression platform."

Just when Ziwu's tears were dripping down and he refused to give in, Zijue in Du Chen's arms woke up. Looking at Ziwu, who was crying, the corners of Zijue's mouth, who was already extremely weak, moved slightly.

"Senior brother, but I can't bear you."

Ziwu touched the corners of his eyes with his little hand and gradually wiped away the tears, but found that the more he wiped, the faster the tears flowed.

"Ziwu, we are monks, and it is our duty to protect the people of Changsitai." Zijue's voice was weak, but he still pretended to be a brother strongly.

"Then why don't we become monks?" Ziwu shouted.

"Ziwu, how can you forget what your master taught us? Now that you and I are the only ones left in the Temple of Mercy, do you want Senior Brother to watch the safety of millions of people in Changsitai without regard for it? ”

Zijue struggled to get out of Du Chen's arms, but in the end, his body was already prostration, and he couldn't get off the ground at all.

"I ......" Ziwu didn't know how to refute because he saw that his senior brother was angry.

"Donor, please send me to the Demon Suppression Platform." Zijue was powerless to struggle in the end, and could only hope that Du Chen would send him to the Demon Suppression Platform. He was afraid that the longer he stayed, the more reluctant he became.

Ziwu was already crying and speechless, but Du Chen still carried Zijue to the demon suppression platform. As Du Chen pushed the gate of the Demon Suppression Platform open, Zijue, who was held in Du Chen's arms, couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out of the corners of his eyes.

However, Zijue couldn't cry anymore, no matter how sad he was in his heart, the tears never flowed.

It's so dark.

Zijue found himself in a dark place, and he could still hear Du Chen's breathing, but why couldn't he see it?

Also, why is there no heartbeat in my heartbeat?

Why is it that the body is being torn apart, and it hurts a lot, but you can't scream?

……

On a sunny afternoon, in the Little Compassion Temple, Zijue, who was only four years old, sat under the eaves, looked at a group of senior brothers doing morning exercises, tilted his head and asked the host: "Master." Why do those children have parents, but I don't? ”

"Because, you picked it up from the backyard by the master." Zhikong laughed.

"Picked up?" Zijue grabbed his bare head, "Did the other children also pick it up?" ”

"Of course not, they have parents." Zhikong replied.

"Then why don't I have parents?" Zijue was puzzled.

"Can the master tell you the story of a little monkey?" Zhikong turned around and looked at the confused Zijue with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes." When Zijue heard the story, he immediately came to his senses.

"This little monkey has no parents, he jumped out of the stone and was born in Huaguo Mountain, Aolai Country, Dongsheng Shenzhou......"

Since listening to that story, Zijue will think of the monkey named Sun Wukong every day, and he feels very powerful. But this is just a thought after all, and he also knows that he can't be as powerful as that Monkey King. But that knot in my heart was never untied, until I later picked up Ziwu, who was also abandoned by his parents.

"In this life, the master has done a lot of wrong things." At sunset, Zhikong sat on the futon, lit an oil lamp in front of him, and looked at Zijue, who was dispensing medicine, with a kind voice, "But come to think of it, you two should be a chance for God to give the master a chance to mend his ways." So, Zijue, if the master is not there one day, you brothers will be left in this world, remember to take good care of Ziwu. ”

"Well, don't worry, master, I will definitely take care of Ziwu." However, Zijue still raised his head, puzzled, "But master, why are you not here, and only me and Senior Brother Ziwu are left?" Aren't Zhijing and Uncle Zhizhi still there? ”

"There will be a day when they leave." Zhikong stretched out his withered right hand and gently stroked Zijue's little head, "But it will always protect you and let you grow up healthy and healthy." ”

"Then I also want to protect Ziwu and let him grow up healthy and healthy." Zijue said with a smile.

In the endless darkness, Zijue could feel that his consciousness had spread, and all the situations in the entire demon suppression platform were clearly felt by himself. Those memories of the past also appeared in consciousness one by one, and became the last thoughts.

Eventually, it dissipated.

However, there is always a wisp of consciousness that inadvertently floated out of the demon suppression platform and flew aimlessly in the sky of Chang Sitai, but it often appeared in front of Ziwu.

Just like that year, in order to protect Zijue, who was chased and killed by a powerful ghost, Zhikong was blinded by a powerful ghost in one eye.

Just like that year, when Huiqing picked up Zhikong from the lotus pond, he was haunted by a wisp of unjust soul, and finally the eroded soul was destroyed.

However, he has never regretted it. (To be continued.) [End of chapter]