"You dare to distort and tamper with the past that I finally recovered?"

In the face of Su Bai's roar, Xu Fu still maintained his light breeze, but the fingers of his left hand kept pinching, as if in this matter, he experienced an unusualness, and this unusualness was not in Su Bai in front of him.

However, it seems that Xu Fu doesn't have much time left, his attempt to destroy Su Bai this time is at least for now, the so-called human nature has encountered great resistance here in Su Bai, which is also something Xu Fu did not expect, and what he did not expect is that Su Bai's originally fluctuating aura began to soar with the venting of anger!

This is the tendency to preach,

The majestic hatred involves many complex factors, but in fact, before this, with Su Bai's accumulation and understanding, it was not difficult to preach, and now, Su Bai also knew that if he didn't preach, there would be no way to threaten the old thing in front of him.

"Amitabha. ”

The monk's voice sounded at this time, and his whole person was prostrate on the ground, no longer having the slightest demeanor of a high monk, and even looked a little embarrassed and pitiful, but at this time, he couldn't help but remind Su Bai.

time

Not yet there.

The person in front of you is just a clone, and if you preach the Tao in advance at this time, you will destroy your original plan and make the Tao a deficiency, but it will also be a disguised fulfillment of him.

But the anger in Su Bai's eyes couldn't be dissipated at all, he had come to this point, some things, some things, could already be described as "covered with water and difficult to recover".

But Xu Fu smiled strangely at this time, he looked up at the sky, his eyes revealed a trace of light, and then his figure began to dissipate, in fact, at this time, the Qin soldiers here had already collapsed themselves, and Xu Fu was the last.

Boss Liang above was a little dazed at this time, he was a witness to the whole thing, but he didn't have the feeling of being a bystander, he instinctively noticed that there seemed to be a confrontation in front of him just now, but he was still confused.

Boss Liang's office hangs a painting "Rare Confusion", but he doesn't want to live in a daze all the time, but according to the current situation, he is temporarily destined to not be able to see the swamp fog in front of him.

Xu Fugan simply dissipated, making Su Bai's anger lose its target all of a sudden, he raised his head and turned his eyes to Boss Liang.

Boss Liang smiled slightly, he felt that it was normal for Su Bai to be angry with him, after all, he had planned to borrow a knife to kill someone.

But the crimson in Su Bai's eyes began to fade slowly, and the whole person was half-kneeling on the ground, and the momentum on his body that was originally like boiling water began to slowly disappear.

The monk breathed a long sigh of relief beside him, his previous life was completely divided by Xu Fu and was seriously damaged, so he didn't want Su Bai to be the same, even if Su Bai preached now, but he didn't preach in the most perfect way, in the end, it was also a huge loss.

The white light began to fall,

This means that people can be transported back to the real world.

In this exercise, many high-level listeners gained great insights in the battle of life and death, but there were also many who lost themselves in the face of Qin Bing's self-collapse and generated a demonic obstacle.

Whether it is more to gain or lose more, it is not clear for the time being, the radio cloned a group of Qin soldiers so that the listeners can practice in a targeted manner in the hope that they can face it more calmly when they go to that world in the future, and Xu Fu also led his group of clones Qin soldiers to destroy the self-confidence in the hearts of some high-level listeners.

Who is more cost-effective in this account can only be answered by time.

But at least let all the current high-level listeners know one thing, that is, the opponents of that world now have the ability to wrestle with the broadcast, and this is no longer a battle in which everyone relies on omnipotent high-level radio to attack and colonize the inferior world, but more like a life-and-death struggle between two equal opponents.

Because of the rules, there is no way out of broadcasting, and there is no way out even with the audience, so this battle can only end with the complete extinction of one party.

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

When I came back, it had been a month, and the monk still locked himself in his room and never came out.

The injuries of the fat man and the Buddha were also restored by the broadcast, and the fat man had his own body again, but he was still used to wandering around every day when he was out of his body.

The Buddha still went to practice every morning, and when he came back at night, he would stop in front of the monk's door for a moment before resting.

Su Bai accompanies the little guy every day, quiet and beautiful.

A seemingly turbulent wave caused the waves, which seemed not as big as imagined.

In this month's time, there are two more listeners in the East to preach, and there are three in the West, which is not a strange thing, after all, the battle is often the easiest moment for people to break through, and many people have actually reached that point, but this number does not seem to be as much as imagined, Su Bai and Hills originally thought that this period would be the eruption period of the sermon, but the actual result inevitably gave people a feeling of thunder and rain.

It seems that at least the shadow left by Xu Fu on the mood of many listeners by Qin Bing's self-explosion is not something that can be erased in a short time.

Perhaps, the radio may teach students according to their aptitude, and design a story world for those who are trapped in the demons, which is like a stop loss and rescue, but how many people can really come out is not known for the time being.

Early that morning, Hills came to Su Bai's door and stretched out his hand to knock lightly.

Su Bai opened the door.

Shears looked at Su Bai, then pointed at himself.

Su Bai nodded.

"You go first, it's your home turf after all. Hills looked at Su Bai, "I just need the origin." ”

Yes, this origin should have come from Su Bai, because the origin of the Western Daoist Land of Hills was stolen by the fat man Dangchui in an extremely destructive way, and finally absorbed by Su Bai by chance.

"Good. Su Bai responded.

The weather is getting cooler, the little guy is playing with his own building blocks on the carpet, Jixiang is accompanying him, Ruyi no longer stays in front of the tombstone of the old rich and noble, it will accompany Jixiang during the day and take care of the children together, but when resting at night, it still habitually goes to the tombstone to snuggle up to the tombstone to rest with the old Fugui.

Some people are dead, but they seem to be alive.

Before leaving the small temple to go to the place of preaching, Su Bai came to the door of the monk,

In that incident, Xu Fu failed to have much impact on himself, but it caused incalculable damage to the monk, and the stripping of his previous life was equivalent to losing a part of his life for the monk, and the impact on his cultivation and future path was too great.

Outside the fat man's spirit, as if he sensed something, he floated back, his primordial spirit was much more condensed than before, no longer a villain image, but became not much different from a real person.

No one knows if the monk really wants to open it, because it has always been the monk who has explained others before, and it seems that his own affairs never need others to worry.

But this time, even if everyone believes in the monk again, in their hearts, there is actually not much bottom.

Su Bai was ready to return to the land of preaching to preach, this was part of his plan, and only the yellow spring in the land of preaching that flowed endlessly could help him accomplish the sermon he wanted.

The monk hadn't come out yet, and Su Bai didn't shout, because he knew that the monk knew he was coming.

Hills also waited quietly by Su Bai's side, for him, it was also a great benefit for him to watch Su Bai preach first.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the monk still hadn't come out.

Su Bai turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, the door of the monk's house opened.

An unkempt man stepped out of it.

In Su Bai's memory, this is the first time he has seen this image of a monk, the original monk, gentle as jade, even if he encounters a critical moment, it seems that the monk will solemnly say to you: "Donor, the poor monk is dying." ”

But now, in just a month, the monk has become very sloppy, and there is even a sour smell on his body.

"Seafood flavor. The fat man's Yuan Shen wandered around the monk, "Monk, are you hiding in the house alone and doing something unspeakable?"

The monk ignored the fat man, just nodded to Su Bai, and then went to the kitchen to boil water by himself.

Su Bai didn't leave in a hurry, but sat down on the spot and preached, he had been waiting for a month, and he had waited in front of the clone Xu Fu at the beginning, so it would not be too late.

The Buddha also came back at this time and stood in place.

The monk boiled the water, bathed and changed clothes, and the whole person looked much refreshed, and then he sat cross-legged in the small courtyard.

The Buddha understood and came over with his own firewood knife to help the monk shave his hair and shave again.

Legend has it that in ancient India, there was also a saying that the body was exposed to the skin, and at the same time, generally only criminals were forcibly shaved their hair, and monks were shaved, the purpose was actually to give up their arrogant and noble status, fall into the mortal dust, end all the entanglements, and escape into the empty door.

After shaving,

The monk regained his original delicate appearance, but in his eyes, there was a slight vicissitudes of life.

"Amitabha, this time to preach, the poor monk will not go. The monk said.

Su Bai nodded.

"Say something unhappy. The monk smiled slightly, "The poor monk's previous life is completely gone." ”

Except for the monk, no one laughed, and there were not many people who saw the bloody scene of the monk being divided by Xu Fu in his previous life.

"Let's talk about happy things, the poor monk still has this life. ”

As soon as the words fell,

In the courtyard of the small temple in the depths of winter,

flowers and trees bloom,

In a flash

Vibrant, warm as spring.