The monk was still reciting the scriptures, his face unchanged, as if he had transcended the object, and he had not noticed anything, or rather, his spirit had entered another place.

Like what

in this painting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Bai smiled, laughing at this time, it was really a bit heartless, but he knew that the monk wouldn't care, and he had gone all the way before, Gyatso, and the fat man, and they didn't show their faces, because they wouldn't mind this kind of thing;

On the one hand, this is the customary rule of everyone, the eight immortals cross the sea to show their magical powers, with their own skills, how much can they eat, as for what happens afterwards, they are too lazy to waste their efforts to get angry with you to do superficial work;

On the other hand, the main quest 2 is now so difficult, there is not much more Su Bai, and there is a lot less Su Bai, and they have all seen it.

Yes, they have seen it, because the further they go inside, the more they feel a sense of powerlessness and hopelessness.

In the main hall, Gyatso single-handedly fought a gold-armored wrestler and killed him, but he couldn't go any further;

In the front yard of the thatched house, the fat man seemed to have triggered the thunder again and killed the zombies blocking the way, but this time the power of the counterattack was even more terrifying, and he himself was nailed to the rock wall.

In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of resignation to the destiny of heaven.

Gyatso's legs were pierced by a spear, his one arm was also abolished, he was already dying, and the fat man had to rely on the turtle's breath to survive.

It is indeed not far from the annihilation of the group;

With Su Bai's ability alone, if it is against an enemy, there may still be a turnaround and a chance, but this time he is facing a very powerless and desperate situation, and even now he even knows who the real enemy he is facing, so what is the point of everything he has done before?

Since going up the mountain, Su Bai has felt very depressed in his heart, a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, as if he is taking the initiative to fall into the tiger's mouth.

The old man in the painting has seen it himself, and the boy at the old man's feet is the little guy, which Su Bai can be sure of.

However, in the painting, Su Bai can't always carry a painting out and send this painting to the demon den, things won't be so simple, otherwise the monk wouldn't have to "cut meat and feed the eagle" here.

The monk is still working hard, Su Bai can see it;

He also squatted down by the door, looked left and right, and in the end, his eyes still fell on the monk's back.

The eagles were obviously starting to eat more and more slowly, and even ate a little shaky.

Cutting meat to feed the eagle is an allusion to Buddhism, reflecting a kind of great compassion, but there is also a great danger in the great compassion.

What the eagle eats is meat, and what it swallows is cause and effect.

Su Bai doesn't understand the principles of Buddhism very well, but he knows one thing, with the way a monk does things, he will never do this kind of thing that is purely cutting meat and feeding the eagle to make a name, here is an audience of his own, who did he do it for?

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the portrait to begin to tremble, and the characters in the picture began to become more and more vivid;

After a while, the old man stretched out his hand from inside, sent it to the monk, and turned his palm and back of his palm at the monk;

The monk looked at it, closed his eyes again, and shook his head;

Immediately, the palm of the hand retracted into the portrait, and the old man in the portrait, holding the baby in one hand and the crutches in the other, walked between the mountains and rivers, enjoying himself;

If it was before, Su Bai really felt that this old man was a real Taoist, but what he saw and saw along the way, this old man was by no means as simple as he originally thought.

The monk sighed, shook his body, and fell to the ground.

Su Bai coughed, reached out and patted the monk's face,

"Monk, monk?"

The monk opened his eyes slightly, "It's over, it's all over." ”

"Don't be so pessimistic, everything is negotiable. ”

The monk shook his head, and blood began to spill out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and it was golden blood, which was the monk's natal blood.

"What should I do next?" asked Su Bai.

"I can't do anything, he's not a Taoist, he's not a Buddhist, he's a magpie's nest dove. The monk said slowly, "A magpie's nest dove occupies it, but it wants to steal the demon of the positive fruit." ”

Demon?

The devil of the magpie's nest?

That demon also gave himself a stretch pill?

The monk's breath is still there, but the breath is more than the breath in, and he is obviously in a state of life overdraft.

Su Bai stood up and walked to the portrait.

himself and the three fat men before him, the purpose is just this painting.

Now I see the painting, but I don't know how to get out the child who is required by the task, it's really just a layer of paper separated from success, but this layer of paper is like a cape across the world.

The picture trembled, a ripple appeared, and an old but white hand stretched out and put it in front of Su Bai:

"You, choose, to come with me into the painting?

In the painting, eternal life. ”

The voice was very old, but Su Bai could be sure that it was the voice of the old man, but at this time, the voice of the old man was much lower than when they met in the fishing boat on the river for the first time, and it did not have that kind of warmth and peace, but there was a kind of cold texture.

"Sensei. ”

This is the answer given by Su Bai, and the picture scroll gradually returned to normal;

Su Bai really had to refuse, because he didn't believe that the existence in the painting could really be bigger than the horror broadcast, he couldn't get any immortality in it, and as soon as the 30-day mission period expired, he would be wiped out, and the person in the portrait could stop it?

Just as Su Bai felt as if nothing had happened, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart was about to leave his body.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!h

Su Bai knelt on the ground, his face full of pain and cold sweat!

The monk watched from the side, just like Su Bai watched the monk cut meat and feed the eagle before.

At the same time, the monk's eyes also showed a touch of pity, he finally knew how to use Buddhism to try to open and control the painting, although he failed, but this is actually the right way, and Su Bai is like this, he directly went up and refused in a daze, no wonder he will bear the pain now.

Su Bai's breathing began to become very rapid, his hands pressed against his chest, his heart, and it really began to look like he was going to drill out, this feeling was extremely involved, and the pain was also great.

After the fat man was disturbed by Su Bai and woke up, he didn't bother to continue to breathe, he could sense the situation in the thatched house, and his lips suddenly snorted:

"That's not right, a completely unsolvable main quest 2, is this a horror broadcast that is intended to make us annihilated?"

Gyatso leaned against the wall, his lips were already white, and his breathing was weak, but his brows were still furrowed, because he couldn't figure it out, this time the group annihilated, it seemed that there was really no strength to fight back, and in the end, after all the hardships, he encountered an unsolvable situation, is the horror broadcast deliberately trying to let all the listeners in this story be wiped out here?

This...... It's not in line with the habit of horror broadcasting, at least, he will let one or two people live, at least, he will give a chance to live and a breakthrough.

The monk who fell to the ground silently recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart, and looked at Su Bai also kneeling on the ground with a painful expression, and doubts also appeared in his heart, the mission of group annihilation that did not give a chance at all?

Impossible.

Su Bai gritted his teeth and resisted this pain, and now, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be no difference between his early arrival and late arrival, and it made no difference whether the fat man gave himself a thunderstorm in front of him, because in the end, he encountered this painting, a painting that obviously exceeded his own strength and realm too much, making all this meaningless.

However, at this moment, a powerful drink came from outside!

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

A man in a Taoist robe walked past him, Gyatso was a little surprised, and the audience?

It's just that, immediately, he saw Lin Zhenying.

It's him?

What did he come to do?

Lin Zhenying didn't look at Gyatso, but continued to walk inside.

The fat man looked at Lin Zhenying, who came step by step, grinned, damn, Lao Tzu said that it couldn't be a dead end, and there was him.

Lin Zhenying pushed open the thatched hut and walked in, and the monk's breathing suddenly became a little shorter.

And him?

Su Bai was a little stunned and looked at Lin Zhenying who was standing in front of him.

In Lin Zhenying's eyes, there is only this painting.

"At the beginning, you occupied my mountain gate, killed my brother, and killed my master, but now, I am here to collect debts!

A few days ago, in the zombie cave, I was already poisonous, and my cultivation was about to collapse, which also forced me to make up my mind, I can't continue to be cowardly, and continue to live secretly.

I must avenge the revenge of the master!

Using myself as a medium, I will attract the heroic righteousness of the cultivators of Fulong Mountain for thousands of years, and you will die together with you!"

Su Bai suddenly thought of the memory of the zombie king he saw when he faced the zombie king before, in his memory, Lin Zhenying was heroic and heroic, and he fled in embarrassment in one fell swoop, which is very different from the Lin Zhenying he felt, but now it seems that it is, Lin Zhenying has actually always had a back hand, and it is not as simple as it seems.

This game, the key to breaking it, is he?

Gyatso's eyes were opened hard, the fat man's hands were slightly clenched into fists, and the monk recited "Amitabha" with the last of his strength, Su Bai pressed his heart and looked at Lin Zhenying.

Lin Zhenying raised the peachwood sword in his hand, and for a while, Haoran was thunderous!

At this moment, in the portrait, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed here.

Lin Zhenying's body trembled, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground, all silent;

Gyatso spat out a mouthful of blood,

The fat man's mouth is open and he doesn't know how to close,

The monk prayed Amitabha Buddha for the second time and stuck it in his throat and didn't know how to spit it out,

Su Bai's kneeling figure on the ground staggered,

At such a critical moment,

Such a stylish appearance,

Now,

So,

He's dead. (To be continued.) )