Bai Xueyan was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a burst of intermittent crying.

The cry was as thin as a mosquito, and suddenly roared like thunder, and it was quite regular, like a gorgeous music.

Bai Xueyan was curious for a while, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the cry.

But he walked for nearly an hour, but he still couldn't find the weeping man. And the intermittent crying still echoed in his ears, as if the person who was crying had always been by his side.

"Who, who is pretending to be a ghost?" Now, not to mention that Bai Xueyan has opened his mind, even if he is still the stupid and stupid child back then, he has realized that something is wrong.

There was silence all around, and all that answered him was the rustle of the wind blowing the trees, and the never-ending crying.

He snorted coldly, and said a little angrily: "I want to see, who are you?"

Character determines fate, Bai Xueyan seems to be weak and deceitful, but in fact, he is extremely stubborn in his bones, decisive in killing, and extremely angry. The more the other party pretended to be a ghost, the more he wanted to find out.

He continued to walk in the direction from which the cry came, until it was dark, and finally in the depths of a dense forest, he found an old monk with a thin body, snow-white eyebrows, and a shabby monk's robe.

This old monk was extremely tall, sitting cross-legged on the ground, half a head taller than Bai Xueyan. Bean-sized teardrops, like beads of broken threads, kept sliding down the old monk's cheeks. The old monk cried extremely sadly, and his chest was soaked.

"Old monk, why did you bring me here with your crying? "Bai Xueyan searched for nearly three hours before he found this old monk in the depths of Taihang Mountain, and his anger was naturally great. If the old monk could not give him a satisfactory answer, the consequences would be very serious.

The old monk wiped the tears on his face and said: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is wrong, his legs are on you, what do you want to do with the old monk here." ”

Bai Xueyan was dumbfounded, yes, his legs are long on himself, what does it matter to him that others love to cry, if he doesn't want to come, who can force him to come?

He was a little reluctant and said, "Then why are you crying in my ear?"

The old monk folded his hands and said, "Little donor, you are wrong again." The old monk has been sitting here and has never left, how can he cry in your ear?"

Bai Xueyan was completely speechless, he was just a nine-year-old child, and he was not good at words, where was the opponent of this old monk.

Moreover, the Great Zhou Dynasty paid attention to etiquette, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom and faith, and in the face of a heartbroken old man, although he was full of anger, he could not be indiscriminate, and he could kill if he wanted to. What's the difference between that and a person in the Devil's Path?

"Old monk, I can't talk about you, even if what you say makes sense. Why are you crying so sadly here?"

If you come, you will be safe, no matter what the reason, you have already come, and Bai Xueyan naturally wants to ask things clearly.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor, the old monk is not sad, but crying with joy. ”

"Crying with joy?" Bai Xueyan was a little puzzled: "Old monk, what happy event can make you cry like this?"

The old monk recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and muttered to himself: "This matter is a long story, the old monk practiced the six reincarnations of Buddhism's secret art ten years ago, broke through the waning moon realm in one fell swoop, and stepped into the doomsday realm, only one step away from shattering the void and becoming a Buddha on the ground." However, the old monk was not fated to die, and he always cared about his daughter in the world, so that he went crazy and was stupid for ten years. Now, the old monk's daughter has been killed, and the old monk has no worries in this life, can he not cry with joy?"

Bai Xueyan was extremely lacking in the basic knowledge of some martial arts, and he didn't know what the Wanyue Realm or the Doomsday Realm was, but he had already guessed the identity of the old monk. He gasped and said, "You are an Earth Absolute Monk. ”

"Amitabha, little donor, you are in love, there has never been a so-called monk in this world, the old monk is just an old man in his last years, that's all. ”

"Old thief, don't be able to speak with your tongue, nonsense, what do you want to do when you brought me here? Your daughter of the world has done a lot of evil, and she has died innocently, and I have no regrets at all for killing her. If you want revenge, let the horse come. ”

The eldest husband will not change his surname, he will not change his name, he has already killed him, what dare not admit it. Anyway, there is no need for martial arts to fight, no matter how much you say, you don't want to fight, so why bother talking nonsense, just fight for life and death.

"Amitabha, sin and sin, the little benefactor misunderstood. The old monk came this time, not to take revenge, but to thank the little benefactor. ”

Bai Xueyan was confused and a little confused.

He was surprised, "How can you thank you?"

The Earth Absolute Divine Monk smiled slightly and said, "Little donor, please come with the old monk." ”

The Earth Absolute Divine Monk turned around and entered the dense forest behind him, Bai Xueyan hesitated slightly, and then followed.

However, the moment he stepped into the dense forest, his face turned pale little by little. In the open space in the dense forest, a large pit was dug that was three zhang wide and nearly ten zhang long.

The pit was densely packed with hundreds of corpses, ranging from eighty-year-old men to children of four or five years old.

His body couldn't help but start trembling, and his pupils twitched: "Old bald donkey, if you want to take revenge, even if you rush at me, why can't you get along with the people of Black Tiger Village." As a monk, I don't even let go of children, it's too much. ”

The extreme anger made Bai Xueyan's face a little hideous, he had never been so angry. Although he also kills, and kills a lot. But he has his own principle, that is, if anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, and if anyone offends me, I will kill him.

However, many of the people in these Black Tiger Villages are elderly people who have been sick for a long time, and children who have just been able to walk, so how can they pick up swords and harm others? This is indiscriminate killing of innocents.

"Amitabha, little donor, you misunderstood the old monk again. The old monk is not killing people, but repaying you. Everything is suffering, and everything is empty. Only by ascending to the Western Elysium as soon as possible can we be liberated. The old monk was crazy for ten years, and finally realized a truth. That's what hell is, and it's hell under your feet. ”

"Unfortunately, many people in the world are stupid, and they are in hell without knowing it. Death is not the end, but the beginning of everything. Poor monks would rather be criticized by the world, but also purify sentient beings and send them to the Western Elysium. The donor does not need to thank the poor monks, you are kind to the poor monks, and the poor monks should do their best to save the people around you in order to repay your kindness. ”

"You, you madman and demon monk, since you and I were born in hell, why don't you go to the Western Elysium yourself?"

"Amitabha, little donor, that's a good question. The old monk vowed to emulate the Bodhisattva of Jizo, and that hell would not be empty, and he would not become a Buddha. If you don't convert all the people of the world, the old monk will never leave hell. ”

The earth absolute monk folded his hands and recited the Buddhist scriptures sincerely, but there was a faint Buddha light behind him, and Bai Xueyan was shocked.

A chill that froze through his heart rose from within him. He couldn't believe it, and he looked at the Earth Absolute Divine Monk, and the whole person fell into the Nine Heavens of Cold Ice.

Wicked people are not terrible, there is good and there is evil, there is white and there is black, this is an eternal truth. But the terrible thing is that some people are obviously doing crazy things, but they are right, thinking that they are doing good deeds.

Bai Xueyan knew that the Earth Absolute Divine Monk was not lying, a person who did all kinds of evil things under the banner of kindness could not have Buddha light behind him.

Everything that the Earth Absolute Monk said was from the bottom of his heart, and he really wanted to transform the world and purify all sentient beings. But isn't this method a bit too evil and extreme? Is it necessary to kill all the people in this world before hell is empty?

"You demon monk, you've gone completely insane. No matter what you say, I can't accept your approach. Today is either you die or I die, so let's take my life. ”

Bai Xueyan pulled out the blue sea sword inserted in his calf, and rushed towards the earth absolute god monk desperately.