The fire burns my body,

The gods and Buddhas abandoned me and were reborn from the fire;

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are immortal,

The world is reversed and returned to the truth.

The only warrior in heaven and earth who challenges the power of heaven and earth with the power of the eight desolations, violates the ban with martial arts, and seeks the eternal avenue. The grumbling and sad eyes, the distorted and painful faces, the souls of those who have been crushed by the wrong history, are still struggling in the boundless blood and tears, too many mistakes have become the prelude to the catastrophe in the world, the cycle of suffering, can it really not end? Since the stupid human beings cannot see the future clearly, then it is up to me to face it, and it is up to me to end the cycle of this catastrophe......

After late autumn, the wasteland presents a scene of decay, withered leaves flying, broken grass and roots, they are just waste abandoned by heaven and earth after prosperity, the cold wind blows their rootless corpses, gently teasing, thrown into the air, falling into the mud.

Boom! Thunder roared across the sky, it was the gods roaring to the earth under their feet, demonstrating to the insignificant human beings, the power of heaven is inviolable, this is a belief that you human beings should always remember, you must not forget, you must not blaspheme! If you dare to offend the gods, what will be the end?

Rolling clouds collided, lightning soared, and with a loud click, a stout thousand-year-old acacia was split in half.

The rain was pouring down, and the wasteland under the rain curtain was even more bleak, and the broken branches and leaves were separated from the teasing of the autumn wind, lying quietly in the mud, a broken straw shoe stepped on the sludge, and the muddy water overflowed, and before it was closed, the broken straw shoe was lifted up again, stepping into another mud.

Who would set foot in this uninhabited wasteland in the pouring rain?

Bald, monk's robes.

It's a monk.

The little monk walked with great difficulty, and it took a lot of effort to take every step, and the cold rain flowed down the shabby monk's robes, to the sleeves, and to the back of his hands. There is a short ring knife in his hand, the blade is dull, and the appearance has long been dull, like an old man who is about to die. Like him, too, but he's a young man.

He limped along, his pace was very slow, as if there was only one person left in the world, and he suddenly stopped, because the road ahead was blocked, and in the way were two ancient acacia that had been split by lightning.

The monk sighed, and finally raised his head to face the sky, a face full of despair, his expression stiff and numb, and there was no trace of brilliance in his dim eyes. Rainwater drops fall on the face and roll down the corners of the eyes.

The little monk slowly closed his eyelids, and a tear quietly mixed into the rain, which was the last tear he shed in his life. From now on, there will be no more tears. The little monk smiled bitterly, he was going to be freed, he hadn't laughed from the bottom of his heart a few times in twenty years, let him laugh at the end of his life, laugh unbridledly, even if it was a gift before parting.

Hahahaha......

The little monk laughed loudly, as if he were crazy. Why, why, why!

He was asking the gods why fate was so unfair!

Since childhood, both parents died, his only grandfather also died of illness when he was seven years old, the lonely child has since been exiled to the end of the world, the absurd mainland world is like frost, this child has suffered from the pain that others have not experienced, bullied, trampled on, difficult to survive in the cracks of fate, he is only eight years old, in order to live, have to learn to endure. He swallowed the cruelty of fate into his stomach along with the cold and hard leftover steamed buns in the garbage heap, the food filled his stomach, the hatred filled his heart, and his confused and helpless eyes were gradually eroded by the cruelty, it was unimaginable that a fourteen-year-old child had the ferocity of a hungry wolf. If it continues like this, it will be fine.

He became a murderer in the eyes of all evils, and he has been sinking in the abyss of sin, but that year, a pair of warm hands pulled him out of the boundless hell. A wandering monk of the Water Buddha Temple took him in, and the master used boundless Buddhism to influence the little devil who grew up in purgatory, and the little devil felt the love, felt the comfort of the warm sun, and from then on, his heart gradually changed, and he vowed not to kill again, no longer to be evil, and to take refuge in my Buddha.

Four years of time passed in a flash, and he gradually realized in the land of Blissful Buddha, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and hatred, he couldn't ask for it, and there was no rhyme. Only when the body and mind are emptied, can people leave the difficulty, it is difficult to leave the body, and all the seedlings will be turned into dust. I was about to wash away the sins of the demons, but unexpectedly, the disaster returned......

The Water Buddha Temple suffered a heavy blow, the demon king led the evil ghosts to invade the temple, burned, killed and looted, one side of the pure land became hell, the master died tragically, he was seriously injured and almost died, the demon fire burned the Water Buddha Temple, destroyed the only place for the little monk.

Almighty Buddha, open your eyes, open your eyes and see, these pious believers have fallen into the sea of suffering, you help to save them, save them! No one heard the faint cry, and that year, the little monk's Buddha heart was burned out by the demonic fire......

The sword slashed the sky angrily, and the demonic fire hidden in the thin body of the little monk erupted, and the colder the rain, the more vigorous the demonic fire in his heart. But what's the use of hating? Heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as dogs, but he is not as good as a dog. Let's end it! The little monk turned his sword and was about to stab himself in the chest.

Suddenly, thunder rolled in the sky, and a rumbling sound came from the ground, and the surface began to shake violently, as if there was an earth dragon churning. Before the tip of the knife could be pierced, the little monk's feet were empty, and the surface of the ground began to fall. The great wasteland with a radius of 100 miles is constantly collapsing, and in the midst of the flying mud and sand, the figure of the little monk who has fallen looks as small as an ant.

What is there to fear from the dying man? Come on, just as many calamities come! I'm going to die soon.

If there is an afterlife, please don't let me be reincarnated as a human being. The little monk closed his eyes and prayed, his body had never felt so light.

The collapse gradually stopped, and a huge pit deeper than a hundred feet was found, and the wasteland turned into ruins in a blink of an eye, except for the ice and rain, no joy or sorrow.

A wisp of green smoke swayed up from the bottom of the pit, dragging the unconscious little monk back to the ground from the collapse. Qingyan is enchanting, as if dancing a free and cheerful dance, "Wake up, wake up quickly, you are not willing to die, you can't die, you still have a lot to do, and the mission is unfinished......"

"People are hypocritical, stupid, and painful ......"

"Elysium has abandoned you, the gates of hell have been wide open for you, come, child, this is where you belong, your true paradise ......"

The voice was intermittent, cold and sad, a call from the ghost clan.

The little monk woke up slowly, the green smoke slowly invaded the little monk's mouth, the action was like a water snake, the little monk's eyes suddenly diluted, the cruel color of childhood returned to his eyes, his lips were purple, his eyes were darkening, and even the torn old monk's clothes had undergone strange changes, showing a colorful ghost spell.

"Kill!" the little monk stood upright, and a roar burst out from his chest, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

When the door of the ghost is opened, see how I can enter the Nine Heavens and kill all you bastards.

The little monk laughed on his back, his five fingertips soared, the gorgeous colorful monk's clothes swayed in the wind, the illusory swastika background appeared behind him, the Xuanwu Sect appeared, and a generation of demon Buddhas in the absurd continent was born......