Bailu Mountain, which is far away from the mountain plain, is inaccessible, and there are some deserted villages nearby, and most of them were hunters in the early years. I don't know when it began, the original birds and beasts everywhere Bailu Mountain slowly emptied, so the people who lived by hunting migrated to other places, from the name of the mountain plain is strange, there are many mountains and mountains in the jurisdiction, few plains, the common people rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, this word does not know how to come, maybe it is to leave a mountain, and re-enter another mountain.

The group of dart team, or the burly man Xu Cunyi, led the group of people who fell into eternal sleep, all the way down a winding mountain road to a desolate mountainside temple.

This dilapidated temple is huge, as if someone has forcibly cut out a flat ground from the mountainside with divine power, and the dilapidated plaque has the words "Sick Master Temple" written on it.

An old monk with white eyebrows and beards and a scrawny bone seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and when he saw the man, he respectfully folded his hands, and the monk's spacious and shabby monk's robe exposed the emaciated ribcage visible to him, and at this time, with his slightly drooping body, a strange shadow slowly swam under his abrupt ribs.

When Xu Cunyi, the head of the dart, saw this old monk, his expression was as disgusting as eating.

Damn, in addition to the group of blind people who are taught by the lantern, there is actually a group of bald donkeys in the Hall of Sick Masters. He thought again of the group of guests who had blank faces but casually brought out a box of gold in front of him, and their right hands were tightly bandaged with white cloth. It suddenly became clear to him that he was a madman of the Hoo Sect.

Xu Darttou, who has been in the Beihai world for half his life, didn't want to take this bound dangerous dart, after all, he hadn't heard of the evil of the Youshen Sect spending money to find a dart game to take a dart, which is absolutely unreasonable.

But looking at the dazzling box of gold, the burly warrior could only sigh that they had given too much.

Come on, the rotten hands of the Hoist Sect have set up a dart, and the group of blind people of the Shaking Lantern Sect have come to rob and come to the place of the evil bald donkeys in the Hall of the Sick Master to trade. The man sighed, it's a pity that the Tai Sui Youshen Sect in this world is famous for this family, otherwise another group of people will be able to fucking get together mahjong.

A group of people and horses followed the old monk into the temple, the temple was desolate, overgrown with vines, the main hall was destroyed in half, suddenly exposed a huge black Buddha statue standing, this mountainside ancient temple does not know what dynasty and what dynasty it was built, and when it was dilapidated, the black Buddha statue that has been blown by wind and rain for many years has already been riddled with holes, the extraordinarily huge deformed head is particularly abrupt, and the smooth and eternal carving of the Buddha body is not at all like one, but it is seriously damaged, and the original appearance of the huge head of the black Buddha statue can not be seen.

In the middle of the courtyard's weed-infested square, a group of robed lantern worshippers sat cross-legged in front of a huge horse lantern.

Xu Cunyi looked at the slightly clumsy silent backs, and muttered in his heart, "Hold on, Old Xu, I'll save you out immediately." ”

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A gloomy town with a drizzle, the foggy sky has darkened a lot, leaving the town's fireworks alley, the emaciated boy leads a thin girl, and the two figures walk on the cold road in the rain.

Just like in the past years, there is no one to rely on.

Walking to the verdant dirt slope in the suburbs, there was a lonely grave, inside which was Tang Erzi and his sister's mother-in-law, and their nominal father. A down-and-out scholar who wrote a lifetime of sluggish poetry in the red-sleeved building, the scholar's surname is Tang, and he has no fame in his life, only the pen and ink are obscured. After saving all his belongings, he wanted to redeem the Qinglou woman who was accidentally pregnant with the guest's child, and paid the money to the insatiable bustard, and the happy mother stayed in the room waiting for his new life.

Then I learned that the depressed scholar was found dead in the green river outside the alley the next day.

How did he die? Nobody knows, and no one cares.

Tang Weizi has never seen his father, but the mother who has endured a lifetime of hardship endured countless harsh criticisms and exclusions, and raised them in this place where there are fireworks, songs, and dreams, but there is no warmth. Teach them to read and write, tell them the Confucian classics that the children learned for the first time, she smiled and said, these are taught to me by your father, but unfortunately, this world is not good enough, your father left first, and now I have to teach you for him.

In just a few years of embarrassing time, he just grew from a child to a teenager, and he watched his mother, who was dyed with flowers and willows, thin and withered day by day.

The boy knelt at the grave and looked up to let the icy rain fall on his face.

The year of my mother's death, it was also such a bleak and resentful rainy day, and I ran to the suburbs with that light and fluttering body, and came to the grave of my father, who came to worship every year during Qingming and had never seen it. How old was that? Twelve years old? He couldn't remember exactly, but he remembered that he had dug the soil with his hands, ready to meet the scholar for the first time, who had probably become a pile of bones, so that the pair of miserable people could stay together after death.

Where? There was only a mound of earth, and the young man whose hands were already bleeding suddenly realized that the cold-blooded people had not even given the body of their unjustly killed father to his mother.

What kind of grave is this? It's just a hard-working woman's only thought.

Tang Weizi wiped away the rain that flowed into his eyes, turned his head to the sister and said, "Erya, you are dead." ”

The girl looked at her brother, the only one in the world who was good to her, with a look of horror and confusion.

"Remember? You died in the pit, and I actually died, but I was saved by that stunned man, he always called me stunned, in fact, he was much more stunned than me. ”

"This dream is so real that I don't want to leave." The young man stretched out his hand and gently stroked his sister's cold face, his eyes were extremely gentle, "But I know that this is fake, my brother must go, but before leaving, my brother will do one thing I must do for you, for my father and mother, although this is the dream of the old man, but when I see you, I can't help but do it." ”

The boy drew his sword and left the lonely girl, he couldn't hear the cry that was getting farther and farther away in his ears, he carried the sword to the alley where the lights were lit all the year round, and walked to the familiar green building.

See the familiar faces with disdain, incomprehension, disgust and mockery.

How did this stupid and crazy come back?

Tang Weizi seemed to hear the question in everyone's hearts, and he smiled: "Big guy, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm here to send everyone on the road." ”

A few hours later, night crept in, and it seemed that the ecstasy of laughter and pleasure forever was only a pool of blood and countless dead people.

In a private seat upstairs, a Taoist in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared, strolling in a sea of blood and watching with interest, as if admiring a masterpiece, and then the figure disappeared.

In the city of Xudu, there was a fat monk who copied the scriptures all night, but he was not tired, and there was a trace of doubt in his clean Zen heart.

Taketsuru always felt like he had forgotten something.

Very important thing.

But he couldn't remember.

The fat monk paced down the lively street, smelled the fragrance, walked to a shop, asked for two salted ducks, and ate them in disregard of the shopkeeper's shocked look. The fat monk with his mouth stuffed with fragrant duck meat looked at the eyes of the people in front of him and came back to his senses.

Yes, I am a monk, why can I eat meat?

Then his eyes widened.

The little monk remembered!

The little monk entered the big dream of the sleeping king, and the little monk wanted to find the person who saved the cause and effect of the little monks.

The people and buildings around him instantly distorted, turning into a crazy and terrifying abomination that made people want to pull out their eyes at a glance, and the heavens and the earth seemed to detect him in an instant, and an incomparable malice and anger swelled.

The fat monk threw down the saltwater duck in his hand, and his fat face widened with anger.

It's King Kong's angry eyes.

But how can there be such a fat King Kong?

So the fat monk shouted angrily, "Om! ”

Suddenly, countless flesh and blood flew sideways, and an unshakable golden light dispersed to the surroundings.

The fat figure lost a lot of weight, and the fat monk shouted angrily: "Well! ”

At this moment, even the heavens and the earth seemed to be bursting apart, and the solid ground under his feet turned into countless entangled arms, trying to break free and escape, but unfortunately he was turned into blood by that Buddha light in the future.

The chubby monk, who had lost a lot of weight, fell straight down into the depths of endless darkness.

Then he closed his eyes, and a strange rose amber leaf appeared on his fingertips. "Bodhi leaves fall, nothing is done, trillions of eternal calamity, the Bodhisattva asks for directions."

The figure vanished.

The next moment, the monk appeared in the misty and rainy town, and saw Tang Weizi covered in blood, and the monk grabbed his hand, "Little donor Tang, the little monk is late." ”

Tang Weizi looked at this fat monk who had lost a lot of weight, no, no, the fat monk in two circles, with a distressed face, "Brother Zhuhe, look at you are hungry, you also have to eat in this dream of the sleeping king!" ”

The monk smiled, "Let's go, let's go find a few others." ”

"Wait!" Tang Weizi subconsciously shouted, and then he seemed to hesitate, but soon became firm again, "...... Nothing, let's go. ”

The two disappeared in a flash.

On the hillside on the outskirts of the town, a man in rags appeared at some point, and when he glanced at it, the tear-stained girl's body trembled involuntarily.

Then it twisted in a strange way, and finally turned into a deformed mass of flesh.

The man stared at the struggling and writhing mass of flesh on the ground, and asked himself in an extremely hoarse voice, "Why don't you care about the gift of the Supreme Tai Sui, the consummation that can be reborn?" ”

"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" The old carpenter glared, "Anyway, my son is back." You don't care so much, I said that Ji people have their own natural appearance, so don't believe those goddesses, and the water that is poured out of the money you give out! I can earn it again when the money is gone, I'm not old yet, I can afford this family. ”

Xu Ying looked at his father's old demeanor and his mother's sad and relieved face, and sighed in his heart.

Is this the dream of the sleeping king? The home in my memory, the familiar town, and the relatives who have long since disappeared are reunited together in such a real way.

Xu Ying knew it was fake, but what did it matter? He didn't want to wake up.

Because the truth is such a cruel and painful thing.

He thought so, and then was slapped twice on the shoulder by a hand, and Tang Weizi's familiar voice smiled: "Yo brother, your kennel is much more decent than mine." ”

The fat monk silently folded, and the parents who were originally arguing instantly looked back at the monk together, and then turned into a ball of twisted flesh and blood, which was fiercely combined into a strange giant hand.

Xu Ying looked at all this in front of him, there was no expression on his dark face, he just opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say anything. Then everything around begins to change, revealing its true boundless vitality and intense corruption, the most violent alternation of death and life trying to reveal its most brutal nature.

"Horn"

The fat monk looked angry, and his fat body shrank like a deflated balloon. The golden light of majesty and mercy shone brightly, washing away all the flesh that tried to breed and invade.

The young man with a broken finger pulled out the Pu knife in his left hand and stood up calmly. Tang Er was stunned and patted his shoulder again, this time it was his injured right shoulder, but the young man seemed to be unconcerned about the pain coming from his shoulder.