"Do you really want to do this?" The old man was silent for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the gaze he looked at again made Ye Xu's heart tremble a little. He could clearly feel the energy in his body beginning to dissipate, but the monstrous hatred still made him insist: "I just need an answer!

"Alas, what's the use of knowing that?" The old man frowned slightly, and sighed: "That's it! Since you don't want to rebuild, I will send you into the realm of nothingness!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, Ye Xu immediately felt that the speed of his body's dissipation began to speed up.

"But there is a trace of spiritual wisdom left, and we will also destroy all worlds!" countless voices began to roar.

"Oh, since you don't know how to advance or retreat, the old man will give you a good time today!" The old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, but his face was covered with a layer of green energy. The wide sleeves of the robe were windless, and bursts of coercion began to envelop Ye Xu's body. In the blink of an eye, his broken body was gone.

Ye Xu stared at the old man in front of him tightly, wanting to engrave his face in the remaining memory. Just as he was about to dissipate, a white light suddenly lit up, and a long sigh of helplessness turned his world into darkness again.

Seeing that the white on Ye Xu's body began to retreat, the black mist began to fill. The old monk's face was slightly distorted. casually tidied up the illusory robe, clasped his hands together, and in a loud Buddha horn, it turned into a white light and rushed towards Ye Xu's body.

"Master!" Yuting's father hurriedly supported the crumbling old monk's body, the red light on his face had disappeared at this moment, and the gray color began to emerge from his body.

"Old bald, what's wrong with you?" the old man also desperately wanted to get up, but his body was weak, so he could only hold on to the edge of the bed and look anxiously.

The panicked crowd didn't notice that a jade Buddha suddenly appeared above Ye Xu's head in the void. The Buddha statue floats in the air, with his palms folded, sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, a solemn and compassionate image, and the center of his eyebrows is a little green, exuding a warm light.

Ye Xu, who was standing stiffly, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the chaotic crowd, staggered to the old monk's side, patted him on the top of his head casually, and said in a somewhat cold tone: "Bald donkey! Today's disaster is your own trouble! Cutting off some merits is a small punishment!"

A few people around looked at Ye Xu who was suddenly able to act strangely, but they didn't expect that the old monk who was already full of lifesickness suddenly let out a long breath of turbidity, and slowly opened his eyes, his previously firm gaze was now a little shaky, and he looked around weakly, and when his gaze swept to Ye Xu, the tired color on his face suddenly stiffened, and his pale lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't make any sound.

"Ye Xu, you, are you okay?" Zheng Siyun looked at Ye Xu in surprise, her voice trembling a little.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Xumu's eyes gradually regained their brilliance, and when he saw that everyone was staring at him, he touched his head at a loss, and asked back in surprise.

"You just now," Wang Yuting wanted to tell the strange behavior of the two with some amusement, but the old monk struggled to stand up, and reluctantly said: "Just now it was just a kind of trick, all because the old man was angry for a while, and wanted to teach the little donor a lesson, which made everyone have a false alarm, all the misunderstandings are because of the old man, and please forgive the donors!" The old monk muttered, folded his hands and began to bow and apologize to everyone, so frightened that everyone hurriedly dodged, and they didn't dare to accept the salute.

"What did you do to me just now?" Ye Xu heard the old monk say this, and immediately asked.

"It's nothing! it's just a joke!" The old monk heard Ye Xu's question, and immediately lowered his head and replied, bowing to everyone just now, but he didn't bow to Ye Xu.

"All of us are watching, the master is just joking with you!" Grandpa Yuting slowly lay back at the head of the bed, his cloudy eyes gently swept over the restrained old monk, and he smiled to prove it.

"Huh!" When Ye Xu looked at the old man when he heard the sound, he was immediately frightened by the scene in front of him and exclaimed. Although the old man on the other side was still that frail, but near his chest, a gray-black mist was coiled there, constantly rolling, and everywhere he passed, the nearby skin began to appear a faint gray gas, and the coverage area was increasing little by little.

"Grandpa, you, have you been injured here?" Ye Xu pointed to the old man's chest and asked hesitantly.

"How do you know?" asked Wang Yuting in surprise.

"I, I look, it looks like!" Ye Xu replied hesitantly, his eyes still staring at the old man's chest.

"This is an old injury!" The old man immediately laughed when he heard Ye Xu ask about the injury: "When I arrested drug dealers, I was still in my twenties, at that time,"

"Dad, you have to talk from the age of twenty to the present!" Yuting's mother interrupted with a smile: "Since everything is fine, let's eat first!"

"I, can I take a look?" The swaying gray gas in front of him knew at a glance that it was not a good thing, but it was quite attractive to Ye Xu.

"What are you going to do?" Yuting's father asked with a frown and a cold tone. He had never seen such a willful child, although he was a classmate of his daughter, but such an uneducated still made him a little dissatisfied. Although I heard that this boy was invited to treat the old father's illness, it was just a little girl's play, and compared to this half-grown child, it was the old monk of Yulin who was more reliable.

"Shut up!" The old man heard his son's dissatisfied, and immediately rebuked loudly: "If this kid wants to see it, let him see it!

"Dad, I didn't mean that!" Yuting's father immediately explained with a wry smile.

"Then what do you mean, my status is changed by these scars! Why, this is also a shame?" The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and he didn't know where he got the strength, and he tore off his pajamas with all his might, revealing his upper body covered with scars.

"Boy, let me tell you," the old man pointed to his chest and said proudly: "Look here, this is the gunshot wound of the year, that kid hit accurately, but my life is harder! You see, the bullet is still in it now! And here, here is the knife wound, when I and a group of comrades-in-arms sneaked out of the army for dinner, ah,"

"Hey?" When the old man was extremely excited about his scars, Ye Xu suddenly slapped his palm on the old man's chest, and in his surprised gaze, he rubbed it a few times.

"What are you doing!" Yuting's father pulled Ye Xu to the side, stared at Wang Yuting dissatisfied, and said, "What people did you recruit to go home!"

"Me!" Wang Yuting was also embarrassed, she didn't expect Ye Xu to make such an action.

"Damn!" Ye Xu didn't care that he was being torn apart, and watched in a daze as the gray qi began to merge into his body from his hands. Extremely strange rushed towards his brain.

"You still dare to curse!" Qian Hua suddenly said: "You have issued an order to expel customers! Why don't you pretend not to understand!" As he spoke, he reached out and clasped Ye Xu's shoulder, wanting to throw him out of the door.

"Let go!" The smile on Ye Xu's face, who was clasped by someone's shoulder, suddenly disappeared, the red light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly turned his head to look at Qian Hua.

Qian Hua was a little afraid of being stared at by the demonic gaze, not because he was timid, but because there was no trace of normal human emotions in that gaze, it was completely cold, and what was even more strange was that there was a little demonic dark red flashing in the depths of his eyes, which made people feel cold all over his body at a glance.

The hand that was holding Ye Xu's shoulder reluctantly let go, and seeing that Zheng Siyun was also looking at this side, Qian Hua was about to retrieve some scenes, but suddenly heard Wang Yuting scream.

I don't know when, the old man's surprised gaze suddenly froze, and a flush suddenly surged on his sallow face, and just when everyone was paying attention to Ye Xu, the old man's chest rose and fell a few times, and a stream of black blood erupted from his mouth. Under great pressure, the blood arrow slammed into the vase on the opposite side, making a strange crunch.

"Dad!" Yuting's parents immediately rushed to the bed, supporting the old man with a face like gold paper, and calling at the same time.