This relic is the essence of the mythical qualities left over from its body.

It's not the same idea as the little scrap left over after the rules of the game in the Bone Land.

Han You held it in his hand, and sure enough, the system automatically popped up a prompt.

"Mythical trait of ownerless ...... detected"

"Analyzing......

"Parsing Progress: 1%......"

「1.5%……」

It's very fast, and it only takes about two or three hours to complete the analysis.

At that time, it will be another income, and I will have the spare energy to study other rules or continue to study the Mandate of Heaven skill.

In addition, he also picked up the dirty white cloth left by the previous old Liu on the ground.

This thing did restrict the movement of half of the monks just now, and it should be of some use.

After starting it, he immediately had a sudden understanding of how to use it.

It's very simple, just pour your own internal force into it, and this piece of white cloth will automatically wrap around the enemy like an arm.

And it does have a good restraint effect on evil.

It's just that I wasn't very lucky, and I ran into this rare evil who knew a little bit of the rules.

It's a pity that it's not very useful to yourself......

As soon as he thought this, the system suddenly popped up a prompt.

"Remnants of ownerless mythological traits detected."

"Do you want to do it?"

"Analysis!" Han You replied immediately, and immediately looked at the white cloth with some surprise.

It seems that this thing is a treasure left over from the use of some mythical creature.

After getting two trophies, he was in a good mood and cleaned the ruined temple with his anger by the way, dug a pit for all the corpses and discarded firearms and buried them, and saved unnecessary trouble in the future.

Then he asked the second lady to go back to rest first, and he sat on the eaves, keeping vigil and looking around, while quietly waiting for the analysis of the relics to be completed.

Finally, when the stars in the sky were obscured by dark clouds and the earth was completely submerged in darkness, the analysis was complete.

The analysis provided a total of 550 points, which is slightly less than expected.

The remaining total has come to 935 points, which is close to breaking the 1,000 mark.

The abundant waist bag made him feel a little lower because of the frequent accidents today.

On the premise of leaving enough mythological qualities to prepare for the next new martial arts, you can also free up some to simulate the Mandate of Heaven.

But at this moment, the system's prompt did not stop.

Instead, a new message that I hadn't heard for a long time jumped out -

[A residual resentment message has been detected, is it opened immediately?] 】

[This opening consumes 100 mythic traits.] 】

Han You was stunned for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised.

The last time I heard it was when I first met Wan Ying.

After that, he slew several demons without receiving a similar hint.

It seems that it was really worth it.

However, this time it still costs 100 Mythic Traits......

It seems that this also has something to do with the strength of the object being analyzed.

Han You didn't hesitate and clicked directly.

Isn't it just 100 points, which is nothing compared to the help you can get. And now that he's got a lot of money, he doesn't care about that.

"Open!"

In an instant, the remaining mythic trait is reduced to 835.

At the same time, the scene before his eyes changed rapidly.

That's—

The life of a monk.

Enlightenment.

During the famine years, the poor family really couldn't afford to support the seven children in the family, so the parents had no choice but to reluctantly send the youngest child, who was still in swaddling clothes, to the door of the temple in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, the monk who went out to clean found the child on the threshold and hurriedly went to the presiding officer to discuss.

In such years, even the temple is also tight, and raising an extra child is not a small burden for them, so they can consider sending them to the yamen and letting them find their parents.

It's not uncommon to see this kind of thing....

But one can be two, and it can't be three.

It's just that when the old host saw this infant child with clear eyebrows and smiling at the Buddha statue, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly overrode the public opinion and left it.

"The old man looks at his eyebrows and eyes, and there is a Buddha fate."

That's all he said.

Twenty years later.

The child had grown up and was named Wu Ming.

He was exceptionally handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and although he was bareheaded, he didn't feel that it was an eyesore at all, but his bare head was even more likable, and anyone who saw it wanted to reach out and touch it.

It is also because of this that many big girls are particularly fond of it, and sometimes some take the opportunity to come to this handsome little monk to talk about Buddhism, but everyone can see that the drunkard does not mean to drink.

There are even some women who fall in love at first sight after seeing him, and when they go back, they don't think about tea and dinner, and even become lovesick because of this, so that there are many ridiculous rumors.

It's just that Wu Ming has always been the same, calmly smiling and dealing with those girls, and even his eyes are more focused on the Buddha statue.

Until a certain day.

It was the daughter of a court official.

Because he came to see him by chance, he fell in love with him and couldn't forget it, and he thought about it day and night, and his belt became wider, and he only begged his father to be the lord of marriage.

If she didn't agree, she would kill herself.

Of course, Wu Ming disagreed.

Although the young lady was born extremely beautiful, she was just a pink skeleton in his eyes, and she only wished to devote herself to the Buddha.

However.

The rest of the temple knelt before him and begged him to leave.

Because the great official had already ordered that he would either marry or burn the entire temple and kill all the monks to bury his daughter.

Seeing that the old host who adopted him and treated him like his own father also knelt on the ground in frustration, Wu Ming finally relented.

The marriage time is just ten days later.

By the time he returned to the former temple, it was thirty years later.

At this time, although he was only in his fifties, he looked like an old man in his seventies and eighties, so old that he was almost unrecognizable.

Every day he spent outside was like a year for him.

The torment in my heart cannot be eliminated even by the daily food and clothing.

It's just that when I came back, there were very few people left who knew here.

Over the years, there have been endless disasters and displacements, and the incense of this temple is far less than it was back then, and there are only a few honest young monks left.

As for those who are not honest, they have already left here to find another way out, otherwise I am afraid that sooner or later they will starve to death here.

In the stunned gaze of the remaining monks, Wu Ming came to the back mountain, found the tomb presided over by the master, and knelt on the ground with a plop, and could not stand for a long time.

This kneeling is a day and a night.

When the monks came to check on him, they almost thought he was dead.

On this day, he was ordained again.

After that, he locked himself in the main hall and recited Buddhist scriptures every day.

It seems that he wants to make up all the scriptures that he has not read in the past 30 years in one go.

The monks also looked at him suspiciously, wanting to see what tricks this old man could recite these boring scriptures.

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