made up his mind, put an end to Seventy-one and walked to the monk's fortune-telling stall.

"I don't know what the two donors are doing?" The monk still turned the rosary in his left hand, his eyes were open, and he asked.

When the two of them looked at him just now, he knew that the two of them realized that something was wrong, and sure enough, the two people didn't hesitate at all and walked directly to his stall.

Now that he has been discovered, he doesn't hide it, and asks questions directly.

"Since you came to the master's place, you are naturally here to tell the fortune, otherwise what else can it be, looking for someone?" Putting an end to a smile.

"Who knows?" The monk didn't say much, just put down the rosary in his hand and picked up a few large coins on the red cloth.

"I don't know what the donor wants?"

"The master is naturally powerful, so it's better to count the purpose of our visit this time."

"I don't have to count your purpose to guess." The monk smiled and spread out his right hand.

The four big coins in the monk's right hand actually stood upright without any assistance.

Immediately after that, a golden light lit up from the big coin, and the four big coins turned clockwise.

As if they were being pulled by something, the four big coins turned faster and faster, and even turned like the wind later.

Even if the four copper coins were floating in the air and were still some distance away from the monk's palm, it was enough to make the monk's palm appear bloody.

But the monk's face remained unchanged, just staring at the spinning copper coin, his eyes wrinkled, as if he was thinking.

Originally, he just wanted to find an excuse, but after seeing the monk's appearance, he realized that there was something wrong with his thoughts.

The monk in front of him has real skills.

Don't come forward, but also want to see what the monk saw in the copper coin.

At the moment when his eyes came into contact with the copper coin, the whole spirit of the elimination seemed to be drawn closer to the copper coin, and no matter how much Seventy-One shouted in his ear, it was useless.

He seemed to see a lot of things, he saw the bottom of the abyss, he saw the faces of the gods, he saw the truth of the world, and he saw ......

He fell deeper and deeper, and just when he couldn't extricate himself, he suddenly felt that someone had pulled him.

It was like a drowning man who had suddenly been pulled out of his sleep from the depths of the sea, and he suddenly woke up from his trance.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an anxious seventy-one and a monk with his eyes closed.

"How ...... this?"

Before the words could be finished, they were already blocked in their mouths.

Because the monk on the opposite side suddenly stood out a mouthful of blood.

Quan hurriedly reached out to help him: "Master, are you okay?" ”

You don't have to think about it to know that the monk's sudden spit of blood must have something to do with his reckless behavior just now.

Interlaced like a mountain, I was a little too reckless just now.

The monk waved his hand, reluctantly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and breathed.

When the monk was cultivating, the seventy-one on the side whispered and put an end to what had just happened.

It turns out that this big money is one of the tools for fortune tellers to communicate with the Heavenly Dao, ordinary people have no skills, and it naturally doesn't hurt to take a few looks, but people who practice like this kind of cannacle are likely to be attracted to it just by looking at it.

And he belongs to the trespasser, who is not recognized by the Heavenly Dao, so naturally he will not be able to be guided, and can only sway in the ocean of truth.

And people who know too much of the truth are unlikely to be allowed to come out.

So he could just say that he almost died inside.

At the last moment, it was the monk who did not hesitate to sacrifice part of his soul power, and even cut off all the memories that he had eliminated at the cost of suffering the backlash, forcibly pulling the elimination out of the illusion.

The monk not only hurt the origin by doing this, but also may anger the Heavenly Dao because of it.

He could have given up his life to put an end to, after all, in comparison, this kind of thing that has no benefit and sacrifices too much will not be done by a fool.

But the monk in front of him did it.

This makes Que feel more and more guilty.

After waiting for a long time, the monk opened his eyes again.

"Master, how are you?"

The monk smiled and shook his palm: "Don't worry." ”

put an end to the whole clothes, and bowed down to the monk he had just met in front of him: "Saving life, it's unforgettable!" In the future, if the master sends any send, as long as it does not violate the principles and morals of heaven, I will put an end to it! ”

As he spoke, he took out a token from his bosom and handed it to the monk.

Crush this token when you need me, and I'll come to help the master even if it's a thousand miles away.

"This is not necessary...... the monk resigned the token of rejection: "I understand your kindness, but it is a trivial matter, there is no need for this." ”

Put an end to the positive color and say: "Is the grace of saving life a trivial matter?" It may be a blessing for you, but for me, it's a gesture of unspeakable kindness. ”

The monk still wanted to excuse himself, but he was blocked by a word of annihilation.

"Do you think my life is worthless?"

As soon as these words came out, the monk couldn't excuse himself anymore, so he could only reach out and take the token.

Looking at the token in his hand, the monk wanted to laugh a little: "You trust me so much?" Aren't you afraid that I want you to do something that you can't accept? ”

"I can trust you, and I can trust Buddhism."

"Don't say this, don't go straight to the entire organization behind him because of your likes and dislikes for a certain person." The monk reminded: "A person may be able to control his words and deeds because of his own view of right and wrong, judgment of good and evil, or personal thoughts, but no matter what organization, as long as there are many people, there will always be other voices.

Life is not a uniform replica, and all people are an individual, which means that no matter how close their minds are, they can never agree at all.

Love house and wu seem to be a good word, but blind trust will only bring you death. ”

"Taught." Putting an end to the smile said, "Master, do you know? Just based on this paragraph of yours, it will not be in vain for me to give you this token, and I am not wrong after all. ”

"It's serious." The monk smiled: "I have indeed seen the same life and death spirits as you. ”

The monk really guessed the purpose of eliminating the two, and at this time, everyone was close, and the monk no longer hid it, and told everything he knew.

The last time the monk saw those missing spirits was about a week ago.

In fact, there are life and death spirits here every day to take away the soul, so he is not surprised.

When he saw the two dead spirits, they were hunting ghosts in the dark alleys.

The movements of the life and death spirits were very swift, and it didn't take long for a large number of ghosts to be trapped by the yang lock and received the magic weapon.

Except for the last ghost.

The ghost seems to be familiar with the Dark Alley, and constantly evades the pursuit of the dead and dead through the various buildings and obstacles in the Dark Alley.

This caught the monk's attention.

The residents of Hongliupo have a hard time, so ordinary ghosts will not resist reincarnation.

No matter how bitter and evil the ghost world is, can it still be bitter through the Western Regions, and can it still be evil over Hongliupo?

So it's the first time I've seen a monk who has played with his life and death like this.

He felt that this soul should have some unresolved concern to be so struggling.

So he planned to protect this soul and see if he could help him.

But the ghost probably thought that the monk had also come to arrest him, but ran even more fiercely.

Eventually, the ghost ran into the forbidden place of the dark alley.

There, it's called a tomb.

What exactly is in the tomb, the monk can't say.

This place has existed in the alleys for many years.

No one knew exactly what was inside, and the people who entered the tomb never returned.

The monk only knew that there seemed to be something mysterious inside.

He could only sigh when he saw the soul enter the tomb, knowing that he was hopeless.

But what he never expected was that the two living and death spirits next to him suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, and involuntarily entered the tomb.

No matter how much the monk admonished them, they did not react in the slightest.

The monk grabbed a man's arm and tried to pull them back, but he couldn't stop them at all.

Even the monk himself was almost dragged into the grave.

In the end, he could only reluctantly let go of his hand.

At the mention of this, the monk looked very guilty.

"I should have saved them, if I had done my best or followed them into the grave, maybe they wouldn't have had an accident.

But I ended up choosing cowardice, and I comforted myself over and over again that I still had something to do, and I couldn't die.

But that doesn't hide my cowardice. ”

Dou reached out and patted him on the shoulder, comforting: "It's not your fault, like you said, you have more important things to do." ”

Now that we're on the news, it's time for us to go. ”

It's a common thing, but it makes the monk fight a cold war.

"Don't go to the grave, you're going to die!" The monk suddenly stopped and begged bitterly: "I can't, I can't watch two more people die alive!" ”

Fang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Don't worry, master, I'm not so stupid, I want to take the initiative to die." Besides, if I die, who will receive your token? ”

The monk seemed to remember something, and quickly took out the token: "Just this token, I beg you not to go to the grave." ”

The monk said as he handed the token to Analytica.

But he was cut off from holding his hand, making him grab the token, and then stuffing his hand back into his arms.

"There's no need, master, I'm not going to go. I've always been the most afraid of death, and I will never take the initiative to send him to death. ”

"Let's go, Seventy-One, let's go look elsewhere, I think this dark alley is actually quite fun."

"Hmm."

Looking at the big and small ones who were far away, the monk's face still couldn't suppress the worry.

She covered her head in some pain and sat down on the ground.

It seems that something has been forgotten.