In the dark night, he walked past thousands of stiff corpses, came to Monroe and Lingde, and stretched out his oil-paper umbrella to block the snow for this sad old man who was squatting on the ground and crying.

The night knew that this great master should have no heirs, and there were very few heirs of a great power like Monroe in the West France Continent, and usually his beloved disciples were his heirs.

He is the apprentice who preaches and receives karma to solve doubts, and the apprentice also regards him as the second parent in the living, even if the apprentice has parents, he does not stay with the master for a long time, it is not like family affection is better than blood, this is the master-apprentice relationship.

It is conceivable that this old man ended the life of his beloved disciple with his own hands, how could he not be heartbroken!

Victory is like cannibalism!

The dark night looked at his oil-paper umbrella, and the souls were surging on it, and it was estimated that there were more than a thousand left, and he did it on purpose!

He is not only here to hold an umbrella for the sad old beggar Monroe to shield himself from the wind and snow, but also to see how the ghost in the umbrella recovers.

The white-clothed ghost hid on the main soul seat of the oil-paper umbrella and trembled, looking at the old beggar of Monroe under the umbrella was full of fear, she was very afraid of the person who killed her ghost body, afraid that the night would directly light her up in the eyes of this old man, and completely scatter her soul in the world!

Looking at her slightly condensed ghost body in the dark night, it was a sneer, it seems that even if these souls were swallowed by her, they couldn't recover much strength, swallowing two thousand dead souls, the ghost body was like this, and this powerful ghost called Er Yu couldn't make any big waves in a short time.

The rickety figures of Monroe and Lingde were very sad, and they wept for three days in this nameless col, and they also held an umbrella for him for three days in the night, until the thousands of corpses under their feet were sealed under the wind and snow, and Monroe and Lingde were a little relieved.

Monroe and Lingde raised their heads sluggishly to look at the oil-paper umbrella with the souls surging above their heads, and then looked at the figure shrouded in black robes on their sides, and said to him, "Why are you here?"

Hei Ye looked at the old man who had only uttered a word for three days, and tilted his head, it seemed that the black robe given to him by Blackbeard was completely useless for the Great Grandmaster rank.

"My friend is sad, I'll hold an umbrella for him to shelter from the snow!"

"Thanks! Monroe Ringe looked at the purity of the area in front of him, and said bitterly to the night.

"No jokes! It's none of your business, it's just that he didn't keep his heart. ”

"Perhaps, but I can't shirk my responsibility, I am his teacher after all. ”

After Monroe and Lingde finished speaking, they grabbed a handful of Ruixue from the ground, pinched it in their hands, put it in front of their eyes, and threw it at the col below.

Dark Night removed the oil-paper umbrella, moved his stiff wrist, and said to Monroe, "Don't talk about this sad thing, aren't you gone? Why are you still here?" ”

Monroe sighed and said into the night, "I didn't leave!" I just told the news to the Bright Court, because another village was destroyed that day. ”

The night was a little stunned, and it went around and went back to this sad topic.

He stood up and moved his muscles, this winter snow is surprisingly large, this is no longer a year of snow and prosperity, but a disaster!

He couldn't help but think of the crowds of black-armored gold soldiers that day, and a palpitation came to his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Monroe and Lingde looked at the dark night who frowned a little and said, "Did you say I did the right thing?"

"That's right!"

"Why?"

Monroe and Lingde's words stopped him in the night, and he just replied casually, but he didn't expect to be asked by this old beggar.

He was stunned for a long time, and then said to the rickety figure in front of him: "He is wrong! Faith cannot be abandoned, it is the soul of the human soul, how can it be sanctified if it loses its original heart!"

"Maybe! I don't know if he saw that step, but even if he became a saint, he would be an evil saint, and this world doesn't need such a person. ”

Listening to Monroe and Lingde's words in the dark night, he was a little puzzled, and said to him, "What is holy?"

"Sage! Six virtues for all beings, wisdom, benevolence, sainthood, righteousness, loyalty!"

Stunned in the dark night, he was a little confused when he heard this sentence, and after thinking for a long time, he said to Monroe: "Can I understand that there is an "ear" to express the Tao and reach the righteousness of heaven and earth; there is a "mouth" to promote the truth of the law and educate the public; and there is a "king" to represent the virtue of commanding all things as the king, and virtue is everywhere to be implemented. ”

This is the virtue of a saint in the world, but it is not the method of sanctification!"

The dark night stared at Monroe and Lingde, who were sitting cross-legged in front of him, and said suspiciously: "The method of sanctification?"

Monroe and Lingde also shook their heads and smiled bitterly when they heard the words of the night: "I don't know either! ”

The night is clear!

"But none of the saints I know have done what you say, and the so-called Four Saints of the Undead in your empire have done it!

The saint is not as great as you say, if it is estimated that the world has long been the same, where can there be so many years of war. ”

The night looked at the old beggar who stood up in a daze, and said to him, "What do you mean by Zhiren, Shengyi, Zhonghe?"

"Rules!"

"Huh?"

The night was a little confused, and he didn't know what the old man meant, and while he was stunned, Monroe and Lingde bowed to him and said, "Thank you!"

"Huh?"

Seeing the old man's movements in the dark night, he was suspicious again, and said to him in a daze: "Thank me for what?"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the dark night in front of them, their eyes were shining like torches, and their old faces were full of smiles, and they said to him, "You reminded me of the method of sanctification!"

"What?"

The eyes of the dark night were almost shocked, looking at the rickety body in front of him, he couldn't believe that he still had this ability! He knew very well how many pounds and taels he had, and he could actually remind a great grandmaster of the path of holiness?

"Old beggar, don't make a fuss, this joke is not funny at all!"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the night with a smile, and they didn't squeak, just staring at him so brightly.

"Which one?"

"Rules!"

"Rules?"

"Yes, I got it, thank you, the god of light is with you!"

After Monroe and Lingde finished speaking, they bowed to the night again.

The night was really a little puzzled, and said to the old beggar in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"You don't need to know what it means, remember these two words, if you come to my point one day, you will instantly cross the threshold of the Great Magus, and the Holy Throne is beckoning to you!" Monroe and Lingde said to the night of doubt.

The night smacked his lips, clasped his hands around the figure in front of him and said, "It seems that I really have a relationship with you!

Hearing his words, Monroe and Lingde smiled dumbly, quite helpless, this friend is not good at this, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, my old beggar remembers, if you encounter difficulties, if I Monroe and Lingde are still alive, you can come to me for help!"

"What do you mean to be alive? 2,000 years of time, you can spend it leisurely!"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the dark night in the wind and snow and said, "Do you know the rank of the Great Grandmaster and know the number of fates?"

Seeing him ask like this, he shook his head directly, he really didn't know this, could he have a few days to live?

It's kind of scary!

"I have one year to live!"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the falling snow in the sky and said to the night.

"What?"

"There's nothing surprising, this is knowing the destiny of heaven! I don't have much longevity, I was sucked by your prayer flag last time for seventy years of life, and this time I applied blood sacrifices, how can I still have such a life to squander!"

The night was shocked beyond measure, and said to the old beggar of Monroe: "Blood sacrifice wastes life?"

"Of course, it's the vitality that hurts, otherwise how could the spell technique be so powerful!"

I'm afraid after a while in the night, this kind of trick is a long time, and it seems that it is better to use it less in the future.

"A year?"

Monroe and Ringer untied an accessory from their necks, put it in the hands of the night, and said, "Give this thing to you! If I am alive in a year's time, and you crush it, I will find you, and if I have entered the kingdom of God, take him to the capital of your empire, and find Wennaian and Warry, and he will help you." ”

The night looked at this magic accessory in his hand, it was a sterling silver carving, carved with a twelve-winged archangel, with a faint element of light surging on it, and he held it in his hand a little burned.

"Are you really going to leave this time?"

Hearing his words in the dark night, he suddenly felt a little sad inexplicably, this old man is different from other Bright Sect people, and the Eastern Desert North Mountain Range has saved his life, he can be regarded as a real friend!

Light and darkness, two people who are opposite each other, are actually friends, and I shook my head when I thought about it.

"Now that you see the way forward, you have to go and see it, don't you?"

The night hung this twelve-winged angel silver ornament around his neck, and when he heard the words of the old beggar Monroe, he was immediately happy, and smiled at him: "Aren't you going to enter the kingdom of God?

"I am now in the Kingdom of Light God is an ordinary spirit of faith, and when I step into the Kingdom of God in the Holy Kingdom, I am a holy spirit of faith, which is not ordinary!"

The dark night looked at the so-called Bright Sect ascetic in front of him, and chuckled, it seems that there is really no one in this world who sees through life and death, has no desires and no desires.

He Monroe and Lingde saw through life and death, but they still had desires!

In fact, he is not wrong, what is wrong is only the position of countless people in this world!

He's just alone, and the Radiant of Light is too powerful!

"How about doing my old beggar a little favor at last?"

"Help you bury Moore?"

Looking at Monroe and Lingde in the dark, his thoughts were clear at a glance.

"Thank you, little friend, let's go! If there is still fate in this life, the old beggar will accompany you to talk about wine. ”

Monroe and Lingde said to the night, and with a swing of the tattered linen clothes that the night had bought, they stepped into the white sky.

As he went, the snowy world was filled with bursts of bleak singing!

Looking for the footprints that have been walked

Praying for eternal tranquility

This is the path to the light

Waving the wings of a young soul

Fly over Sakamichi

Close your eyes and walk away from the sky

In the stars,

In the snowfall,

In this memory

There is a little bit of bright starlight with you

The end of the sky

After the light

There is the tranquility you expect

Rest souls

May you go away with the light

Go with the light

Far away

............

This song also faded away with the disappearance of Monroe and Lingde.

This is not a song, but the "Sending to the Sutra" of the Holy See of Light!

The night knew that Monroe and Lingde were overliving their souls, but they didn't know whether they were singing to the ten thousand dry bones under the snow, or reciting them for his beloved disciples.